Midnight
1.
Emmett prefers less talking and more...
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The clock on the bedside table read 12:00.
He could feel Edward's lips trailing down his body, though the only illumination came from the weak glow of the moon and he couldn't see him that well. Edward loved to kiss down his body, lavish his chest and stomach, before finally reaching the promised land. Now, Edward was taking his time, kissing and licking up and down, and up and down, and up... and down...
Emmett ran his hand through Edward's hair, and gently attempted to nudge Edward in the right direction. It almost seemed to be working — Edward's tongue licking just under the waistband of his boxers — when Edward stopped entirely, and looked up at Emmett. "Let's leave," he said, and Emmett wasn't sure if he was being serious or not, but either way he would have preferred Edward's mouth on his cock instead of talking. That was supposed to be one of the good things about being with guys — they didn't talk, and talk, and talk. Unfortunately, it seemed Edward had become a girl in the last few weeks.
Emmett sighed, and realized that Edward was waiting for a response. "And go where?" Emmett asked. He toyed with the ends of Edward's hair. He still couldn't figure out if Edward was serious or not. Sure, he looked serious, but when didn't he?
"Vegas," Edward said softly, his lips moving against Emmett's skin. Then he pulled back, and looked Emmett in the eye, and continued, dead-pan, "Let's elope."
There were a few seconds of silence, with Emmett debating with himself whether to respond or not, when Edward continued, "I'm joking about the eloping, and... I don't know where. It doesn't matter."
He moved up Emmett's body, and kissed him on the neck, on the earlobe, on the lips. He said again, this time his face inches away from Emmett's, "Let's leave. Let's go. What's left in Forks for us anyway?"
"Let's go." Emmett leaned forward, capturing his lips with his own in a heated kiss. "Now shut up and let me fuck you."
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