Up Against The Wall
A/N: I was here on ffiction and I read a one-shot songfic by the name of Selfish. The song is by the group *N SYNC. The song is beautiful and the story was wonderful. I cried like a baby throughout the entire story until the lemon at the end. That one-shot got my plot bunnies to mating and having more and more plot bunnies which were hopping around in my head in a complete plot bunny frenzy…talk about annoying. In the end, I knew that I had to do something about it. (Ya know, to preserve what sanity I have left…ha-ha.)
So, here recently, I gave myself a personal challenge; I wanted to see if I could write a series of one-shot songfics based on each and every song that *N SYNC ever made (with the exceptions of the traditional Christmas songs on the Christmas CD). I'm going to start with the one that I'm most excited about and work my way from there. I know, I am a tremendously HUGE dork for trying to do this, especially to music that not a lot of people still listen to…I'm a non-closeted *N SYNC fan…so very sorry. :P The good news is that a few non-*N SYNC songs have called to me too, so there will be some of those throughout this whole massive mindfuckery.
I sat up all night on 8-21-10 with my best friend, Sara, who helped my plot bunnies behave long enough to get basic pairings for each story and some even have basic plotlines and/or guidelines to follow for them. Then, on the 22nd, we were searching for a specific destination in Homewood, AL and we kinda added the whole idea of 'why stop with just *N SYNC?' Why not go the distance and write mucho one-shots for any song that catches my plot bunnies' attention? (Hence the non - *N SYNC songfics…)
As it stands right now, I am sitting with 9 notebook pages of ideas for ideas for these one-shots. When it's all added up, I think I'm looking down the barrel of somewhere around 40 one-shots; sadly, the list is continuing to grow. I have not given up on The Devil Wouldn't Recognize You; it is just going on a temporary hiatus; it will continue to be worked on and will be finished. This challenge will give me an opportunity to take a short break from life at the Hampton Inn and all the drama that it includes in the story. If I don't take this much needed break from it, I will have a nervous breakdown and kill all the characters in a superhuge building explosion…that I caused myself…sorry…LOTS of work drama – sheesh, I'll just put it to you like this – I've come close several times to having a nervous breakdown at work…not a pretty sight.
Without further ado, here is the first of many…the name of the song is 'Up Against The Wall'. The pairing is Emmett/Rosalie. This is the one that I'm so psyched about. Don't forget to leave a review and let me know if you're as excited about this as I am or if I need to just shut the hell up and blow up the H.I. already.
P.S. – Just for argument's sake – all of my characters are on birth control…so no flames about lack of condomage. Thanks! :P
Enjoy!
Rosalie POV
I was flying down the winding roads from Forks to Port Angeles in an effort to get to the club before my best friend Alice showed up.
I've always been one to want to make a grand entrance, but tonight was different. I had just seen the posted grades at my college. I was going to school for automotive repair and detailing. I had just completed my final yesterday.
I passed!
I was so thrilled with myself. I was gonna graduate on time! My father had promised me that if I graduated on time and with high enough marks, he would purchase a building for my first automotive repair shop to get my business off of the ground.
Ever since I was a little girl, I had always played with Matchbox cars. I would take them apart and put them back together. I did this as much as I was able to – moving up to helping my father fix his own Mercedes when it needed maintenance work as I grew older.
I would do this while the other girls would stay inside and played with their Barbie dolls. It never bothered me – I liked not having to deal with other squealing and giggling girls…they were annoying. I would always ending up fighting one of them, having my mother blister my ass with the paddle and then I would throw a tantrum because the other stupid little bitch started it.
This, without a doubt, set me apart from the other girls at school. I fought constantly because at any given moment in time, one of the dumb whores would get cocky for a second and try to pick on me for being a 'grease monkey'.
It was soon all over school that I was not one to fuck with.
Shortly after that first fight, my father bought my first nose job for me due to the lucky bitch landing a cheap shot to my nose while I was otherwise occupied with trying to get her other hand to let go of my hair.
I can't stand girls who choose to pull hair and scratch during a fight. Fuck – if you want to act like a man and fight, at least be woman enough not to fucking act like a pussy. Throw a fucking punch bitch, because that one punch is all your ass is gonna get – after you land it, I'm takin' your skank ass down.
I hadn't told Alice that I was actually graduating yet – I wanted to tell her tonight at the club. For the first time in a long time, I finally felt like I had something to celebrate.
My plan was gonna be to drink myself sober.
I was lost in my own thoughts as I navigated my fire engine red Mitsubishi Eclipse through the tight curves of the road.
I hadn't even noticed my speed until I heard a siren behind me and saw the flashing blue lights in my rearview mirror.
God damn it Rose! I scolded myself, looking down at my speedometer. Going 89 MPH in a 40 MPH zone definitely is gonna attract attention. Motherfucker! Just what I needed tonight – a huge ass speeding ticket.
I slowed down so that I could pull over and began fuming as I saw the cop car continue to follow me only inches from my back bumper.
You fucking asshole! I seethed, If you hit my fucking baby, I'm so gonna own your stupid hick ass!
I gingerly maneuvered my car onto the shoulder, put it in park, and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands to hopefully keep a firm lock on my temper.
I looked into my side mirror in time to see a mountain sized man in uniform approach my window.
"Got someplace to be in a hurry?" he asked stupidly.
I took a steadying breath and replied, "I'm sorry for going so fast sir, I guess I'm just excited. I just found out that I will be able to graduate with the rest of my class. I know that you probably get all kinds of excuses from speeders, but I really am sorry."
I was trying really hard to sound contrite so that he would just give me a warning and let me go; at this rate, I would definitely not make it to the club before Alice.
He looked at me over his aviator sunglasses and smirked at me, making my blood boil, "Well, congratulations on your achievement, but there's no excuse for endangering the general population with your reckless female driving."
I was beginning to see red and my verbal filter instantly cut off; I snarled at him, "Well, you should be the one to talk! Since you weren't pulling my hair, you had no business riding my ass, Officer!"
Apparently, he didn't too much care for my sarcasm because his smirk vanished and he opened my door with a quick, "Miss, I'm gonna need you to step out of the car."
I had the itching urge to smack my forehead, but I got out as he requested.
The radio clipped to his belt chirped to life with a female voice, "Officer McCarthy, the Eclipse is registered to a Miss Rosalie Hale – seven prior arrests for assault and battery with intent to do bodily harm. Charges were dropped and no jail time was served. Be careful with her – she's known for being a handful. Please call for backup if you need assistance."
Officer McCarthy raised his eyebrow at me, that damned smirk firmly back in place on his face, "So, I got me a fighter here, do I? I'm gonna need to check you for weapons, Miss. Please assume the position; I gather that you know it well? Hands on the roof of the car, feet spread please?"
I ground my teeth together; I hated being frisked. It was just an excuse for any of the male cops to shamelessly grope me without worrying about me beating the shit out of them.
Regardless of my feelings on the whole situation, I smacked my hands loudly on the top of the trunk, and spread my feet shoulder-width apart.
I kept repeating to myself to be calm and it would be over soon, but my heart was racing.
In all honesty, Officer McCarthy was hot as hell from what I could see of him.
I stood as still as a statue as he came up behind me and began at my shoulders and ran his hands down my back.
His strong hands lightly patted over my jean pockets before firmly grabbing my ass. He only grasped it for a minute before he patted each of my legs down and continued to frisk his way back up, lingering on my hips. He allowed his thick arms to wrap around my torso before his hands found my breasts, squeezing them gently but not letting them go.
I suppressed a moan at his boldness but could not stop the hiss that escaped my teeth.
He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered gruffly, "Well, Miss Hale, it seems that you aren't carrying any weapons on your person, except for these," he squeezed my chest in emphasis, "but I don't see why I would have to take you in. Please just be more careful in the future. You have no idea how your actions affect other people."
He ground his obvious arousal into my backside before letting me go completely, walked swiftly to his cruiser, getting in and driving away in a cloud of dust.
I stood there frozen and breathing harshly for the longest time. I knew deep down that I should have been horrified and even pissed off at his invasion of my personal space, but I just couldn't bring myself to be anything but ridiculously turned on.
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EMPOV
I flew down the road, away from the blonde bombshell that had me more than willing to turn into one of those asshole cops who abuse their power by sexually harassing any female that they come in contact with while their badge is on.
I had joined the academy because my father was a fireman and had instilled a deeply rooted need to help care for others.
Sadly, I wasn't serious enough a student to go to medical school and I have been scared shitless of fires ever since my father lost one of the men on his crew due to a collapsed roof during a routine call.
With those shortcomings, I wasn't left with so many options.
I had never stepped one foot out of line in the four years that I had been a cop. I was good at what I did and I tried my damnedest to act morally in all situations when I was on the clock.
She started the war within me. My hopeless romantic side warred endlessly with the side of me that was pure, red-blooded, American man.
That woman…
Yes, fucker…that woman about cost you your career!
She has the potential to be the mother of all…fifteen…of my children!
Fifteen? You're being an awfully cocky son of a bitch, aren't you? How on earth do you figure that you two would have fifteen children together?
I couldn't live with the idea of her setting one foot outside of our bedroom…and the kitchen counters…and the couch in the living room…and the bathtub…and the grass out in the backyard, hell, at this point in time, I might even go for the front yard…just so that any men in my neighborhood will know that she's mine! If she never does anything in her life other than keep any and all orifices wrapped around my dick, I would die a happy man…
Holy fucking shit man! Do you hear yourself? What happened to "fuck 'em and leave 'em"? Remember man, women are too much trouble! Do you remember Tanya? She just about liberated you from your second in command dude!
Sadly, I DO remember Tanya. I also remember the scars that run along the deep and muscled V that points directly to my second in command.
Bitch had been drinking Vodka and decided spur-of-the-moment-style that I was fucking her much older and not near as hot sister, Irina.
Thankfully, I had my taser gun beside the bed, or she would have cut my dick completely off – I'm talking about Lorena Bobbitt style.
After the Tanya incident, I threw myself into working out. I joined a gym, ran five miles a day and then went to work for twelve hour shifts at a time.
I had always been overweight – the last thing that my fat ass needed were these huge jagged scars which made me feel even more self conscious – even if I had been able to get rid of every available ounce of fat from my body and had managed to build more muscle mass than I had thought possible.
Truthfully, I know – if the girl is worth it, she wouldn't care if I had three eyes, half a nose and size triple Z huge ass hairy man boobs. She would love me regardless, but I can't deny the fact that my new body pleases me – more importantly, it pleases every girl that has had the pleasure of witnessing its glory.
As if I needed any more issues with my self worth, my two best friends were like gods.
Fuck, I can say that. I'm secure enough in my masculinity that I feel comfortable saying if I were a chick, I'd be all over that shit.
But I'm a dude.
My first and oldest friend, Edward, was a sex god. His wife, Bella was pregnant with their third child already. Shit, they had only been married for a little over three years! I swear he likes to keep her pregnant. He says that she glows when she's expecting – I don't see the glow; all I see is the bitch who keeps him up at all hours of the night going to the nearest 24 hour grocery store to get her the weird shit that she 'craves'. The most disgusting concoction that she has come up with thus far has been black olives, tuna and pecan praline ice cream…mixed together…
Like I said, disgusting.
And he kisses her after she eats that shit. Ugh.
That brings me to my other 'brother'. Jasper transferred in the middle of our freshman year in high school. He is originally from Texas and has all the girls wrapped around his pinkie fingers…both of them. He would need both hands and feet to account for all the girls that he juggles.
Talk about pimp. He never dates the same girl twice. He is actually the one who bestowed upon me the life motto that I go by – fuck 'em and leave 'em. He told me, right after the incident that we have dubbed as 'Hurricane Tanya', that there wasn't a bitch that was worth all the crying and depression that I went through with her.
That brings me back to Rosalie Hale.
Jesus, that woman…
Bitch, don't start that shit again!
I growled quietly while I sat in the driveway at my house. Ms. Hale was my last offender of the night and I was officially off the clock as of twenty minutes ago.
There was only one thing to do – go the fuck out and find a girl to help me fuck Rosalie right out of my mind.
I quickly called the two guys who not only would understand where I was coming from; they would also fully support me in this endeavor. I told them to meet me at the club in Port Angeles, the one that seemed to have the largest turn out of single women, in an hour.
By the end of the night, I wouldn't even remember her name.
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RPOV
I had just gotten through telling Alice and Angela about the asshole cop who temporarily detained me from the club when the slightly frazzled looking waitress came up to our table again with a tray full of drinks.
"Hey Rose," she greeted me quickly – she only knew my name because I was always here…they say borderline alcoholic like it's a bad thing… "This round is from the group of guys sitting over there…" she gestured to the group of five or so businessmen still in their expensive suits, "they said if you are feeling the need for a little conversation, they have all night to talk."
I grabbed the glass that she set down in front of me and downed it quickly before turning to face her again, "Thanks Jessica, but please tell them when you make it back over there that I am a post-op transsexual and have no urge whatsoever to conversate with their penises this evening."
I smiled sweetly at her. She blushed a lovely maroon color before mumbling something about 'the boss not paying me enough to deal with this horseshit'.
Alice threw her head back and laughed her tinkling laugh, "Really, Rose? Those guys were nice enough to buy us each a few drinks, the least you can do is nod a thank you to them."
"Right…Alice, have you hit the crackpipe today? If I do so much as even look in their direction, they are gonna take it as I'm seriously lusting after their bodies…I don't think there's enough liquor in this bar to make me want their nasty, STD-infested dicks within a five foot radius of me." I replied harshly.
I instantly felt bad about it because it was not anyone's fault that I was kept from good friends and good liquor for a half an hour due to a really hot and extraordinarily infuriating cop.
She picked up on my immediate spiral downward and chimed, "Well. Why don't you feast your eyes on the fiiine fuckers that just got up from the bar! That should make everything better. You can flirt with any of them, take your pick to the nearest horizontal surface – hell vertical might be more fun – and fuck the cop right out of your system." She finished this new and astonishingly awesome idea with a wink.
God, I love my girls! They always know what is wrong with me and the correct combination of booze and dick to get me over it.
I swiveled my chair to see which guys she was talking about and came face to face with the most incredible electric blue eyes I have ever seen.
I went through a carousal of emotions before I settled on the two that were most prominent; complete and utter shock and undeniable lust.
"Well, Ms. Hale – it's good to see that you made it here in one piece."
Fuck. It was Officer McCarty.
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EMPOV
When we reached the club, I stood outside with Eddie and Jazz for about a half an hour pissing and moaning about the now infamous Rosalie Hale.
They finally succeeded in pulling me from my blonde la-la land and drug me inside to get some 40+ proof liquor in my bloodstream.
We went to the bar and downed a few shots apiece. I was steeling myself for my fourth shot when Jazz whistled.
"Man, talk about grade-A ass! You must be a good luck charm tonight. Look towards the back, dude…there are not 1, but 3 perfect distractions waiting on their opportunity. Especially the blonde." Jazz said conspiratorially, "If you're really lucky – they might be up to sharing and you can experience all three!"
I stared at him like he was insane, but let my eyes wander over to the table.
At first, I observed them – there was a really cute girl with chocolate brown hair to her shoulders and glasses…nah, we've done the girl-next-door types and they get too attached too quickly…a small girl who reminded me of a fairy, all short, black, spiky hair and small curves… Em, snap out of it man! She looks like a twelve year old boy! You don't need that type of attention from the force…and a chick I couldn't get a good look at.
She was obviously very well endowed – her hips were wide and her tits were big enough that when she stretched her arms over her head, the outside curves of them were visible to either side of her ribcage under her arms. Her long and shiny blonde hair flowed down to a little past the middle of her spine.
Sadly the first thing that came to mind was Ms. Hale's earlier words, "Since you weren't pulling my hair, you had no business riding my ass, Officer!"
I was imagining myself ramming into her hard from behind, pulling her hair tighter as I shot my load into her eager center.
It was during this image that I knew, without a doubt, that the blonde was Rosalie Hale.
Without saying a word to either of my friends, I stood from my chair and walked in long strides to her.
She turned to face me and I just couldn't help myself, "Well, Ms. Hale – it's good to see that you made it here in one piece."
Her momentary look of shock and anger thrilled me…she knew who I was! Outside of the uniform!
Sadly, the thrill was short-lived as she released the shock and grasped firmly to the anger side of her emotions.
"Why, yes, Officer, I did make it here in one piece; reckless female driving be damned. No thanks to you, I got here a half an hour late and managed to miss out on happy hour! Now, I have to settle on paying full price for my liquor…" she spat at me before the boyish looking one cut her off.
"But Rose," she began – designated voice of reason and all, "you haven't paid for the first drink here tonight yet. Every last drink you have gotten has come from random guys hoping to get lucky tonight."
Rosalie blushed adorably and held her hand up to her friend, insisting, "Not now, Alice! That's neither here, nor there; I'm just alerting the kind Officer to the situation that HE decided to put me in tonight. Whether or not I'm actually dealing with that situation right now is not the point."
My temper flared at the thought of random guys buying shit for her and I lost all control over my ability to be less than the prick I knew I was capable of, "Well now, Ms. Hale, I don't see how it was my fault that you decided that more than twice the normal speed limit was acceptable! I should have just taken your ass in when I had the chance!"
My fists were balled up at my sides as she continued our verbal sparring match, "Maybe you didn't take me in because you were worried about the lawsuit that I'm more than within my rights to file, what with you copping a feel on my tits and all! You are such a self important asshole! I swear – first available moment, we are getting the fuck out of here. I refuse to let something as insignificant as you ruin my day any more than you already have!"
By the end of her tirade, she was shrieking and I was shaking in fury.
No other person has ever been able to make me this angry before.
Seriously, I felt like at any time I was going to burst out of my clothes in all of my neon green, naked glory and knock down half of downtown Tokyo. Small screaming townsfolk be damned…
I was pulled from my somewhat amusing daydream by Edward and Jasper pulling me away from her by my arms.
What finally got me to give up the fight and go with them was when the callous hag had the nerve to smirk at me, turn back to face her friends and acted like I didn't even exist.
I knew then and there – she was gonna notice me and I would have her screaming for other reasons before I fell asleep.
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RPOV
I turned my back to the trembling man behind me and threw myself into a conversation with my girls with more excitement than was necessary.
I couldn't help it – he infuriated me, but in the same aspect – I've never wanted any man so badly before in my life.
The DJ had finally arrived and deep, thumping bass began to fill the air around us.
Alice squealed loudly before dragging Angela and I from the table to go to the dance floor with her. Alice was never one to want to dance alone.
Bad part is, most of the hottest sex I'd ever had was because of Alice and Angela grinding on me while we were on the floor.
Determined to let go and have a good time, I threw myself into the music as best I could.
I waved my hips to the beat and before I knew it, I was lost in the trance of the music.
We continued to dance for an immeasurable amount of time and I wasn't even aware of the girls stepping away from me until I felt strong, hot hands grab my hips.
I was pulled back into a muscular chest and pelvis but was too gone to care.
My mind was screaming for me to pay attention to the familiar feeling of these hands on my hips and his pelvis against my ass, but it felt much too good and far too right…I couldn't step away even if I wanted to.
The song changed to something with a little more bounce and I turned to look again into the most startling blue eyes I'd ever seen.
My lust and irritation began warring with themselves – I had no idea as to which was gonna win.
The only thing I could do was to show him that there was no way in hell that I was playing this time. If he was gonna try some stupid shit again – I was game; but he was gonna get a bona fide bitch.
I pushed him backwards until he couldn't move anymore. I was happy with the fact that he let me push him back so easily and decided to reward him a little before making him pay for his earlier indiscretions.
I turned my back to him and ground my ass into his groin.
I smirked at Alice's knowing smile – she sat at the table with Angela and the two guys that McCarthy was with as they all watched me work this fucker over.
After some positively stripper-worthy moves, I turned around to face him with a smug grin on my face. His eyes were glazed and it looked like he was gritting his teeth in effort.
That shit was gonna stop. right. now.
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EMPOV
Rosalie was grinding into my hips like I hope she would do if we were alone and I had to grit my teeth together to keep from moaning at the contact.
From her movements alone, I was solid.
I was trying in vain to behave like the gentleman my father raised me to be, but fuck if she wasn't making it hard…urm…difficult.
The DJ played one bass-laden song after another and she continued her assault on my second in command. Just when I thought that this couldn't get any better, she proved me wrong…again.
She flung her hair back to me and turned so that she was only inches away from my face.
I sucked in a sharp breath and couldn't stop the involuntary rolling of my eyes in my head at the blatant lustful expression that adorned her face.
She leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "Now. Let's see if you like the same treatment you give all of your…suspects."
She licked the shell of my ear before gathering both of my large wrists in her lithe hand and pinning them up against the wall above my head. She took her free hand and turned me to face the wall, kicking my feet apart.
She worked that hand over my back pockets, and after hissing a warning for me to stay completely still, she began rubbing down each of my legs, stopping only to squeeze the inside of my thighs…avoiding altogether the one place I wanted her hand the most.
Rosalie then stood up behind me and began to run her hands over the muscles in my arms and chest, stopping only to lightly tease my nipples.
I was certain at that point in time that I could have easily died a happy man right then and there.
As a finale of sorts, she brought her hands down to my hips, grinding once more into me – this time into the hard muscles of my ass and moved her hands around to the front of my already too tight jeans and grasped my length in both of her hands.
Shit! This girl was at the top of her class. She was the master of the tease.
Let me bow to the Queen!
Dammit man!
Sorry!
She leaned into my back, pulling my head toward her and murmured the single sexiest comment ever, "So, do you remember when you pulled me over earlier?" I had no choice but to nod dumbly, "Well, I was thinking that maybe, just maybe I would like that riding lesson I was talking about to you…ya know? I'd love for you to pull my hair…"
She trailed off suggestively and left me standing there dumbstruck as she turned on her heel and walked out of the club, swinging her hips at me and only turned her head back once to see if I was following her.
Fuck if I wasn't.
I raced after her at speeds I wasn't aware I was capable of and caught up to her right by the driver's side of her car.
I couldn't hold out any longer, I grabbed her roughly by the hips and pulled her to me.
I kissed her so hard that my teeth rattled and I was certain that her perfect lips would be bruised tomorrow morning.
I couldn't find it in me to care as I pushed my hands forcefully up under her shirt and moaned loudly when my rough hands met the silk and lace of her bra clad breasts.
She groaned before rubbing the front of her jeans against mine – making me lose my shit altogether.
I squeezed her a little less gently than I had intended, but she seemed to be into it. She arched her back so that her chest pressed more firmly into my palms.
My eyes rolled at the feeling and I bit my lip, trying hard to make myself think of dead Labrador puppies…my naked grandma…my naked grandma mounting a very naked pawpaw…anything to keep me from messing up my boxers. God knows I still had to ride home in the damn things.
"Mmmm…" she moaned loudly, "Officer McCarthy! I need…mmm…"
Damn, how it sounded when she called me Officer….
"Ms. Hale, please call me Emmett – seeing as how in a few short seconds, I'm gonna be buried to the balls in you," I growled as I began to unbutton her jeans with one hand, "And while I'm thinking about it, don't even think about being in control over this," I said, gripping her tightly with my other hand, "tonight is mine – you can be the controlling bitch next time!"
Honestly, I expected her to slap me, tell me to get the fuck off of her and go back inside to her friends, but once again, she surprised me by writhing against my body, "Control me then, Emmett! Fuckin' do something – I'm about to die over here!"
I throbbed painfully against the seam in my jeans and jerked her jeans and…oh God…silk thong down her perfect legs and over her heels.
I made quick work of the zipper of my jeans and pulled my dick out, stroking it a few times before getting back to the job at hand.
Not caring in the least about anyone possibly seeing us, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up so that we were aligned. She wrapped her legs around me, crossing her ankles at the top of my ass and dropped her hips so that her heat could tease my manhood.
I hissed at the sensation and while holding on to her with one arm, grabbed my cock with my free hand, sliding it up along her second set of lips.
She whimpered at the feeling as I slid up to her clit, making a few lazy circles before sliding back down to her entrance. I made the slow circuit several times, relishing in the feeling of her so close to making all my wildest dreams come true.
She sighed when at long last I slid my length into her as I continued to grit my teeth.
Once she was fully seated on my cock, I stilled for a moment to allow her to grow accustomed to my size, which I noticed with a smug grin filled her completely.
She tried to take control a few times, moving her hips against me. I already told her that it wasn't fucking happening.
I pushed her hard against the car, time and again until she finally got it that I was the master tonight. She would still instantly, waiting for me to pick up a rhythm.
I quickly walked to the hood of her car, laying her back onto the still warm metal before pounding into her as hard as I had wanted to since seeing her for the first time.
She squealed gutturally as I continued my thrusting. Her walls began to tighten against me and I knew that she was coming close.
"Ms. Hale," I warned gruffly and before I could say another word, she cut me off, "Call me Rose, Emmett!" "Rose," I said, my voice deepening with the new advancement that we had just made, "you don't cum until I tell you to. Do you hear me?"
She lolled her head to the side and cried out, "Yes, Em! Oh, God, Yes!"
I unrelentingly drove into her, until I felt myself coming unglued. "Go now, Rose. Cum for me baby. I want to feel it."
She growled at me before thrashing her head from side to side and moaning as her walls clenched unrelentingly onto my length and her orgasm washed over her. She began to milk my cock and my thrusts began to become faster and erratic.
I felt my release come and I leaned my head back as I emptied myself into her waiting depths. I groaned as I felt the last jet leave my body to the contractions that she was still having.
My knees began to give out and I rested against her body, still on the hood of her car. We were both breathing heavily as I looked deep into her eyes.
For a moment, I could almost believe that this was more than just sex.
Only for a moment – then my internal tirade began.
Wow! That was just amazing!
Yeah, it's sad that we will never get a repeat performance. No doubt that she is going to just go right on in there and tell her friends how she just showed the asshole cop a thing or two.
She wouldn't. She couldn't! Not after that piece of perfection!
She is female, asshole. Remember, you also thought that Hurricane Tanya was impossible too…do you want an instant replay?
Rosalie could never be as sick and twisted as Tanya!
Wanna bet, Em? She is female…
Like they are all like that…asshole!
She smiled at me, oblivious to my presumptuous internal conversation, "Emmett, I don't want to be a killjoy, but my ass is getting cold. Also, I'd like to get to either your place or mine so that we don't have to worry about going to jail."
I laughed at her worry over going to jail, "What do you mean, my place or your place? Wasn't this just a onetime thing? Ya know, so that you can tell your friends about how you got one up on the asshole cop that pulled you over?"
Her face fell and her bitch façade was immediately back in place, "What? Is that what this was to you? Just an opportunity to have a story to tell your boys back inside about how you fucked the girl that you caught speeding?"
She raised her hand to slap me and I caught it, bringing it to my chest and holding it there, "No, Rosalie, this was an opportunity for me to apologize to the beautiful woman I met earlier in hopes to start something more meaningful than a court date."
Her eyes brightened slightly and she leaned in to kiss me, "Well, then. That changes everything. Now, Officer, your place or mine?"
I smiled at her change of heart and pulled her from the car to my embrace – it seems that a routine traffic stop would end up changing my life after all.
A/N: So…how was it? Be easy now, lol. Just remember, not all of these are going to be all human. There is gonna be some vampy lovin' too. Also, there will be unusual pairings…it's gonna be the shit!
I'm very excited…especially about the next one…Everything I Own. It will be Alice/Bella pairings…kinda. It's extremely gut wrenching. I know – I got that shit playing in my head right now…gonna be sad…bring lots of tissues.
Below are the words for Up Against The Wall, just in case you wondered where this one came from.
"Up Against The Wall" You know we don't care at all I was just doin' my thing The lights went low She took my hand You know we don't care at all It's almost 2 o'clock She took my hand Mirror mirror on the wall What more do I have to say? She took my hand I just got caught up when you had me up against the wall
let me see you up, up against the wall
Hanging out at the spot
You know the place we go
The music's john blaze hot
And everybody was feeling the DJ (the DJ)
Smoke cleared and I saw a beautiful lady
and the disco ball came down
She walked up to me slow
and you know what happens now
The girl was fine and she knew she had game
What more do I have to say?
We never said a word at all
She starting grinding
Shorty had me up against the wall
Ask me about tomorrow
You know that I don't care at all
I just got caught up when
She had me up against the wall
Just get caught up when you're up against the wall
We don't, we don't care at all (you know we don't care at all, let me see you up, up, up against the wall)
It's time to make my move
The after hours spot
Is where I'm going to
Cause I gotta have some more
Looking for somebody to hit the dance floor
And lucky for me
I see a fine young lady's eying me
The lights are low
and our friends were all around
I walked up to her slow
and you know what happens now
She turned around
and she worked in the worst way
What more, do I have to say?
We never said a word at all
We starting grinding
Shorty had me up against the wall
Ask me about tomorrow
You know that I don't care at all
I just got caught up when
She had me up against the wall
Shorty had me up against the wall
Who's the cutest one you saw?
She's underneath the disco ball, the disco ball, the disco ball
Standing next to strobe lights
Dancin' hot, looking tight
The freak show do come out at night, out at night, night, night, night..
She took my hand
We never said a word at all
We starting grinding
Shorty had me up against the wall
Ask me about tomorrow
You know that I don't care at all
I just got caught up when
She had me up against the wall
We never said a word at all
We starting grinding
Shorty had me up against the wall
Ask me about tomorrow
You know that I don't care at all
I just got caught up when
She had me up against the wall
Shorty had me up against the wall
We don't, we don't care at all
You just get caught up when you're up against the wall
We don't, we don't care at all
You know we don't care at all
Let me see you up, up against the wall
We don't, we don't care at all
You know we don't care at all
You just get caught up when you're up against the wall
We don't, we don't care at all
You know we don't care at all
Let me see you up, up against the wall