~o~

Sometimes the fighting is like sex—like now, when it's really heating up and Edward can hear Emmett's breath rasping through his teeth.

When Edward slams him up against the wall Emmett gives a sharp sound, a cross between a groan and a cry, like he does when he's about to cum.

When they grapple, Emmett's breath is hot on Edward's neck and his hands scrabble over Edward's shoulders. Edward suddenly can't remember if he's supposed to use lips or fists to fight back.

It takes a blow to his jaw and the sharp tang of blood to remind him.

~o~