TITLE: High School Reunions
SUMMARY: The envelope is on the mat, but will Bella go? She hasn't been back to Forks for years - but is now the time to relive the past?
PAIRINGS: Bella/Emmett
DISCLAIMER: THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER. I AM MERELY MANIPULATING TO SUIT MY OWN TWISTED IMAGINATION.
A/N: Hmmm, Bella Swan, Emmett McCarty, Edward Masen, Alice Brandon, Rosalie Hale, Jasper Whitlock, Carlisle and Esme Cullen at a high school reunion. Smut. What a wonderful combination…
PS: All characters are 25. I don't know why, it just seemed like a good age.
BPOVBill, bill, bill, letter from Charlie, letter from Angela, bill, letter from Phil, something weird in an ivory envelope…Wait. What was that last one? It's quite heavy. Official looking. Oh well. The bills and the letters come first.
Summary of the content: Charlie and Sue are having some kind of anniversary party on the thirtieth of August, Angela is pregnant and Phil wants me to spend a couple of weeks with him in Florida. Since Mom died, I've spent a certain amount of time each year in Florida with my step-father. Now for the weird looking ivory envelope.
Dear Ms Swan,
We are cordially inviting you to the Forks High School Reunion for your class of 2008.
It would mean a great deal to us all if you were to come to this reunion, to reunite with your classmates and catch up on the last seven years with people you may not have seen or had contact with for several years. If you could reply using the attached reply slip, confirming your attendance, we will be extremely pleased to see you again. The date of the reunion is August 29th. Thank you,
C. Cullen
School Administrator.
What? What? A reunion? With my old classmates? Oh god, no.
I sit down the next morning, and pour myself a coffee. I spent the majority of last night debating the pros and cons of a school reunion. I may as well go. I'll be in Forks anyway, for Charlie and Sue's anniversary. I could do the reunion on the 28th, and then spend the night at Angela's and then go to Charlie and Sues on the 29th, and then I'll be able to help with the party. I phone Angela.
"Angela? It's Bella." she's the only person from Forks I'm even still in contact with.
"Bella! Did you get -"
"Yes, I got your letter, and yes I got the reunion invite. Congratulations by the way. Do you need help tranquilizing Ben?"
"No, he's fine thanks." she laughs softly at me. "I take it you aren't to thrilled by the reunion. Are you going?"
"I may as well, I have to be in Forks on the thirtieth anyway - Charlie and Sue are having an anniversary party - so I don't really have an excuse. I was going to ask if I could stop at your place that night, and go onto Charlie's on the 29th?"
"Yeah, sure, that's no problem."
"Thanks Ang. It'll be too late when it finishes to disturb Charlie so you've saved me from having to drive back here and then driving back again."
"So are you looking forward to seeing everybody again?" Her voice is mischievous as it comes down the line, obviously remembering the explosive last summer in Forks before I left for the University of Alaska, vowing that never again would I set foot in Forks, except to visit Charlie.
"Goodbye Angela."
"Bye Bella."
FLASHBACK, SEVEN YEARS PREVIOUSLY:
The summer was drawing to a close. In just two days, I would leave for Alaska. It would be months before I saw anybody again. I was upset particularly about missing the old gang. Edward, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper and Emmett. The guys had become a second family to me, taking me under their wing when I first moved to Forks and didn't know anyone. But those last two days was when it all went wrong…
Emmett asked me out. I'd fancied him for years, but now we were about to go to opposite ends of the country. And he chose the day before I left to ask me to go out with him. I flipped.
"You're asking me out?"
"Well, yeah, Bella. I guess I am." He stood there with hands in pockets, looking smug and confident.
"I have had a crush on you for so many years, and you chose the day before I leave for Alaska to ask me out?!"
"Well…yeah." He seemed a bit taken aback at how angry I was.
"You jackass. You selfish, selfish, self-centred JACKASS!" I'd slammed the door in his face. He'd called me hundreds of times, begging me, telling me he was sorry, that he hadn't known it would upset me. That all he wanted to do was try and make us work. I refused to talk to him. The news of the row had spread round Forks like wildfire. The gossip mill had gone into overdrive. And the next day, when Emmett was waiting at the kerb to try to talk to me, I had rashly made my promise, loud enough for the inhabitants of Forks to hear.
"Bella, please, just talk to me."
"Go away, Emmett, just go the hell away. I never want to see you again, do you hear me?! I never, ever want to hear from you, see you, or have anything to do with you ever, ever again! Only you could ever hurt me like that. Only you could ask me something so important only a day before I leave for another STATE!"
"Bella, come on, I didn't mean to upset you so much! I just wanted to take you out and discuss the possibility of a long-distance -" the slap I delivered to his face rang around the street.
"Charlie, goodbye. I will come back to Forks once a year, but other than that, I will never set foot in this town again!" I drove away, leaving Emmett yelling my name, and the town shocked by what had happened. I deliberately lost contact with the entire gang, staying in contact only with Angela and Charlie. They implored me to come back, but I stuck to my promise, arranging my visits around Emmett's absences, and staying only at Charlie's. It would hurt too much to see Emmett again.
I could never justify my anger that day, and the days that followed. I think it was actually pain and hurt, because he waited until I was leaving to tell me how he felt, and leaving me to spend the months that followed missing him in a different way, knowing now that he missed me like I missed him, and knowing I couldn't be with him.
And now I'm driving back down to Forks, Washington, breaking my promise for the first time in seven years. I go straight to Angela's house. Heads turn as they follow my distinctive silver Porsche. I can practically hear the whispers of amazement, that Bella Swan has returned to Forks, breaking a promise she made so rashly and kept so determinedly. I know Emmett will know of my presence here within the hour, especially when I see Alice and Jasper walking home, holding hands. Alice looks up when the car goes past, and I see her beam in delight as I pull into Angela's drive. She waves excitedly, but I duck inside, as fast as possible.
The school has hired out the same place they held the prom. It's redecorated, this time in a more classy grown up way. It was billed as semi-formal, and I had to go dress shopping in Seattle, where I've lived since I graduated. My dress ended up as a simple black number, worn with heels and a red wrap. I didn't try overly hard, knowing I probably wouldn't stay long. Ben drove us, and we arrived slightly late. Carlisle beamed when he saw us pull up, and beamed even wider when I struggled out of back of the car, rearranging my dress. He pulled me aside, and Angela and Ben proceeded inside, telling me they'd find a table.
"Bella Swan."
"Carlisle."
"You came back. Even after you said you never would, you came back. I could hardly believe it when you replied saying you'd come."
"Is he here, Carlisle?" I don't want small talk, I don't want chat. I want to know if he is here tonight, whether the confrontation will have to eventually come around.
"He's here."
"And he knows that I'm here?"
"Yes."
"Right."
"Be nice Bella. He hasn't - well, never mind. You'll find out, I guess. In you go - everybody is dying to see you again."
"Bella? Oh my god, Bella!" Rosalie spots me first, trying to inconspicuously slip in next to Angela for the slide show. "What - how - is it really you? After all these years?"
"Yes, Rose, it's really me. I'm back." She hugs me tightly, seemingly overwhelmed.
"I can't quite believe it."
"Rose, can you do me a favour? Let Emmett know I'm here."
"But you said -"
"I know what I said Rose. I know. But I was young, angry, hurt and stupid. I think it's time I said sorry."
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you would take your seats, we're going to have our reunion slide-show." Esme Cullen's soft voice comes over the speakers, and a screen starts playing the pictures. The graduation pictures first, all of us holding our diplomas, individually and in groups. I flash up, and then the whole group of us, all looking so happy - the couples in the middle, me and Emmett at either end, smiling, laughing, making peace signs. And then the "How They've Changed" section starts, going alphabetically by first name. There are pictures of us over the years, starting with Alice. Nobody told me we had to send in pictures. And then I think resignedly that they probably just Googled me. They're going alphabetically, in first names. They did Google me. It starts with my first book publication, me at the press launch, smiling slightly awkwardly at a camera, and then it goes onto my graduation, my next book launches, the premiere of my book's movie. And then the one picture that created a sensation when it was published in a tabloid newspaper, me and Tom Felton stumbling out of a nightclub in New York, holding each other upright, and then kissing drunkenly beside my car. God my agent gave me hell for that. Me and Tom formally agreed that we would never mention that night again, and went about our respective businesses. I bury my head in my hands. I can't believe they showed that one. That was a mistake, a humongous mistake. I watch everybody else relive their memories, and then Emmett's face flashes up on the screen. He's working in an office in Port Angeles, and there are varied pictures of him in a suit, behind a desk, out with Jazz and Edward, Alice and Rose. He's changed a lot since I saw him last. He's still big and muscular, but now he carries it in a reassuring way, and even in pictures, he looks safe, somehow. Esme takes over again at the end.
"Well, everybody, we hope you enjoyed the trip down memory lane. I'm pleased to announce that the ever-elusive, ridiculously famous Bella Swan has rejoined us tonight, and I'm sure her explanation for that picture is fascinating." Everybody laughs, and I laugh along with them. I stand up, and raise an imaginary glass to Esme, ignoring the shocked gasps as they realise that the rumours are true, that Bella Swan has come home again.
"It's perfectly easy to explain. I was drunk, he was drunk, he was cute and he enticed me. No questions - I want one night minus the press." I sit back down next to Angela, having determinedly avoided glancing round to look for Emmett. I didn't want to meet his eyes, not yet.
"He's staring at you," she whispers in my ear, squeezing my hand. I don't need to ask her who. And when we go into the next room to dance, he comes over, and he pulls me outside. Everybody watches us go.
"Isabella Swan."
"Emmett."
"You came back. Seven years, but you have come back."
"I have."
"Why now? Why come back now, Bella?" He looks frustrated, his forehead pinched.
"I don't know. I was coming back anyway - it's Charlie's anniversary on the thirtieth. I thought I may as well come here."
"But why Bella? When you left, I just - I fell apart. I kept hoping and praying you'd come back, but you never did, not once. I never thought you'd keep that promise."
"I was young. God, I was stupid. I made that promise, and my pride wouldn't let me break it. I was young, stupid and hurt. So I stayed away. I thought it would be easier for us both. All those nights I was away from you, all those times I denied myself and my feelings for you, I told myself it would be easier for us both. You said you loved me the day before I left, Emmett, when I'd loved you for years. And then, you made me aware that you missed me too, and it killed me that you couldn't be with me. So I reacted in the only way I knew how, and I got angry."
"But you're back now?"
"I'm sorry, Emmett. Really, truly, I am sorry. I was too proud to say it before, but so help me, I'll say it now. I am not strong enough to stay away from you any more." He looks at me for a long time, eyes burning into mine. "I was sort of drifting this way for a while, actually. I would have come back on my own, and probably soon, but then the invite showed up. I knew I was coming back."
"Do you have any idea how much it killed me when you left, Bella? Do you have any idea what I was like when you left?! No, of course you don't! Because you just fucked off to Alaska, and you weren't here!" He's shouting at me, clearly angry.
"I imagine it was something close to how I felt when I cooled down - empty. I didn't even feel alive for months Emmett, and yet I convinced myself you wouldn't want to see me, and I figured I deserved that. I thought I was doing the right thing by staying away. I stopped talking to everybody because I didn't want you to know that I missed you, because I figured you wouldn't care, and I didn't want to hurt you any more than I already had."
"You missed me?"
"More than anything. But I thought you wouldn't want to se me - I didn't exactly say goodbye in a pleasant way, did I?"
"You got that right," and he chuckles. I am surprised - I didn't expect him to laugh at me. To shout, to curse, to tell me to stay the hell away from me, but I didn't expect him to laugh. "If I recall correctly, you slapped me very hard around the face, and then turned to your father and announced you were never coming back unless I wasn't here."
"And then I accelerated away, and you shouted my name."
"I did, yes. I kept expecting you to turn around."
"I should have done, Emmett. I should have turned around and flung myself at you and told you I wasn't ever going to leave you. It's a mistake I've always regretted."
We don't say anything for a long, long time. We sit on a bench in the grounds, watching the fountains play. I don't want to break the silence, because the silence says more than I could ever say. He puts his arm around me after some time, and I lean in to his chest. It's the only question he'll ever ask, and I answer it by snuggling closer. And when he kisses me, the fireworks explode in my head and then he has his hands threaded through my hair, tugging softly on the strands, pulling me closer, kissing me with seven years of passion.
EPOV
She makes her excuses to Angela, gesturing vaguely in my direction and mumbling something about apologies and needing to catch up but the flush on her cheeks, her sparkling eyes and her slightly swollen lips tell another story. Angela just grins broadly and waves her off. She stays long enough with the friends she hasn't seen for years to be sociable, but then I make excuses and haul her off. They exchange knowing smiles and nudges, and watch as I pull Bella to my car. She climbs in and we speed away. I need to get her home, and I need to do it now.
The door is kicked open with scant regard for ceremony. Bella pushes it shut, her hands already busy on the front of my shirt. She manages to get all the buttons undone, and slips it to the floor. He dress is a issue already, because whilst she looks wonderful in it, I would much prefer it if it were on my floor. I find the zip at the back, pulling it down. The dress slides down her like a black waterfall, leaving her in just bra, panties and the sexiest shoes I have ever seen on a woman. She looks incredible, all legs and curves and softness. I gaze at her for a long time, just getting used to her. I don't know if she'll disappear in the morning, telling me that it was mistake, that she doesn't want me, that there's somebody else. But she just smiles at me and beckons with one finger. She hooks her fingers in the loops of my jeans, yanking my close to her, pulling herself flush against my body, and cupping my arse in her hands.
"Need you," she whispers in my ear, before taking my earlobe between her teeth and biting gently. Fuck, that's hot.
"Need what, Isabella?" She moans at the sound of her full name, and I pull her closer to whisper in her ear this time. "Tell me what you need, Isabella…tell me what you want."
"You," she pants, rubbing herself up against me, searching desperately for friction. "I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name." Can do. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs firmly around my waist, pressing her core against the tell-tale bulge in my jeans. She bucks her hips, and moans.
BPOV
God, the feeling of him pressed up against me, his cock straining to get free, pressing against me. I wriggle, and moan at the sensation of the denim through my thin panties. He grabs me by the hips to stop me, shaking his head. He talks through gritted teeth.
"Don't move, Isabella. Don't move." I stay still, not wanting this to be over. He carries me to his bedroom, and launches us both at his bed. His kiss is hard and demanding - this will be primal and fast, and it's all I want right now. After seven years of using a vibrator and pretending it was him, screaming his name to empty rooms when I came, I need to feel the real deal, inside me, reaching, stretching, making me come alive.
There's a sharp tearing sound and then a blast of cold air hits me. My nipples spring to attention, begging for Emmett's touch. He complies. He take one in his mouth, swirling his tongue delicately around the tip, flicking the other. They ache with need and want, and every single particle of my body is screaming for release in a way it's never done before, no matter who I've slept with.
"Need you, Emmett…need you inside me…fuck me Emmett, please…" He groans at the sound of my thick voice, layered with desire and need.
EPOVHer panties are soaked. She is unbelievably turned on. Mind you, if her seven years have been anything like my seven years, I'm not surprised. I yank her panties down her legs, leaving her in nothing but those heels. Dang those heels are hot. They're staying. She is wrestling fruitlessly with the belt on my jeans. I sit up and pull them down. Her eyes widen slightly.
"No underwear?"
"I hate underwear." She grabs my hair and yanks my head down to hers. She takes over, kissing me hungrily, her tongue dancing with mine. I thrust two fingers inside her, desperate to feel her. She gasps, throwing her head back, arching her back.
"Fuck…Emmett…" she doesn't just moan, she sighs my name, hoarsely, and if it were possible, I think my cock just got harder. I play her, taking her to the edge over and over again, then pulling her back. She is thrashing around on the bed, growling at me, cursing my very name, begging me to let her come. I flick her clit with one finger and she screams as she falls off the edge. I lick her juices off my fingers. She tastes like summer, like freshness. I kiss her, letting her taste herself on me, and she all but rips my head off in her desire to kiss me back with all her pent up frustration.
"You tease. You'll pay for that Emmett McCarty. You will pay for that." Oh this is going to be sweet.
Fifteen minutes later, I am reversing the judgement that this will be sweet. This is torture. She has me in her mouth, and she has brought me to bursting point three times. My cock physically aches. My balls feel like they're going to explode. She deep throats me suddenly, with no warning, and then I feel her teeth, dragging ever-so-gently up my shaft. Oh Jesus…
"ISABELLA!" Fuck that feels so good. Her teeth are like feathers on my cock, dragging up and down, up and down. I don't even have time to warn her before I explode into her mouth. I feel her swallow around my cock, drinking down every single drop. She sits up, releasing me with a soft sound, and licks her lips. She smiles sweetly at me. Oh dear God, where does this girl come from? She's either an angel or a devil, and either way, I'll take her. I launch myself at her, and slam her into the pillows, holding her wrists above her head.
"You filthy little slut," I snarl in her ear, biting gently on her earlobe. "You know what happen to girls like you Isabella?"
"What?" She smirks at me.
"They get punished." She moans. Isabella Swan likes to be controlled? Well, that leaves potential. But right now, with my cock already hard again with the sight of her spread out before me, all flushed and damp, I just need to fuck her.
"EMMETT!" She screams my name when I ram home inside her, and my laugh is low and breathless.
"You like this Isabella? Huh? You like it when I fuck you like this, hard and fast, making you scream my name loud enough for the neighbours to hear?" I thrust up inside her, and she screams, swearing at the top of her voice. "Answer me Isabella!"
"YES! FUCK…EMMETT!!" She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in closer. My hips snap against hers, and she snarls and growls at me, clawing at my back. Those marks will be there for a long time. I slam her wrists back up above her head, and she arches her back, trying to bring herself closer to me, pressing her breasts against my chest. She is damp with sweat and desire, and her eyes are almost black with desire. She clenches spasmodically around me, and I groan at the sensation of everything tightening. She's a million times better than I imagined. She's so hot, so wet so tight, like nothing I have ever felt before. She growls something inaudible when she throws her head back and tightens for the final time around me. Her hips come up to met mine, and the slap of skin is drowned by her cry. She clenches like a vice around me, at the same time she digs her nails right into my shoulders. I let go with a roar, and stars explode behind my eyes. I don't stop coming, and she clings to me whilst she rides her own waves, still clenching around me, taking everything I have. Her hands slip on my shoulders, unable to find a purchase. I have just enough control left to slide off her, to not slump down onto her and just go straight to sleep. I pull her close to me, and she cuddles in. I don't let her go, and she sleeps in my arms.
A/N: OK, I don't normally do this… BUT, on this occasion, depending on reader response, I will consider taking this story further. For example, we learnt here that Bella maybe likes to be controlled…I could do a chapter on that…and maybe Emmett has a little fetish that Bella would be able to help him out with…
SO, here is what you have to do, if you would like me to carry this on:
1) Review the story. Let me know whether you think it would be good to write the Bella domination chapter.
2) Suggest a fetish for Emmett. If I choose yours, I will dedicate the Emmett fetish chapter to you.
That's it from me for now, but remember: read and review!