A/N: This is a colab with my friend Tania. So Beware! She has a strange mind. Haha jk she's awesome, but really… be prepared. Contains loads of Awk Sauce… Haha
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"dialogue"
Thoughts
I wrote as if there is an omnipresent narrator but the POV tells you who's thoughts are in the story.
POV: Emmett
"Ohhh… Yeah! Oh yeah…"
"Right there, that's it, that's the spot."
"Mmmmm…."
"Wait… Harder, harder. HARDER!"
Crack! Crash!
"Ohhhhhhhh…"
There goes the bed frame. After this thought Emmett sighed and started to reminisce about the fact he and Rosalie were currently having quite the dry spell.
"Ahhh… Yess…" he heard Edward moan.
Emmett put his head in his hands groaning, getting hard as he imagined that he was making those sounds with Rosalie.
"Mmmhmmm" he heard. All of a sudden his head snapped up as he realized that it wasn't bella or Edward, but one particular resident vampire… Rosalie.
Rosalie? Is she cheating on me?, he mentally asked himself, hating how dejected he sounded in his mind. He then proceeded to rush off to the room he once shared with her.
"Ohhh God… AHh!"
Slam!
He burst through the door to her- their- room.
"What the…? Crap! Emmett?" Rosalie asked.
He stood in the doorway, frozen as he slowly registered the scene before him. Rosalie was sprawled out on her- their- bed, naked with her fingers where he wished he could have been tonight.
"What are you… Wait… Umm… Huh?" he stammered once he got some of his basic brain function back.
"Umm… Well, I just…" her explanations dieing on her lips before the even gained life.
"Well…? Uhh… Fine I guess I have to ask. What's going on?" he finally asked of her.
"I… It's-just-they-are-soo-loud-and-i-started-to-feel-like-I-really-needed-to-release-some-tension-because-the-sounds-are-really-turning-me-on." she stated, amazingly in one, single breath of air.
"Why didn't you ask for my 'help'?" he asked before muttering under his breath, "I was getting ready to do the same thing…"
"Wanna help me relieve some 'tension'?" she asked with a smirk, glad that he was not angry.
"Of Course." he stated like it was obvious as she removed her fingers and leaned back to allow him entry.
Down the hall Carlisle started to pester Esme to follow Emmett and Rosalie's example and end their own "dry spell".
A/N: There you have it, all 325 words of it. Just so everyone knows we wrote this while at good ole Mickey D's. HAHA how's that for awkward? Review if you wish… and let me know if I need to change the rating.