A/N: Winner of the first amaranth_sunset fic challenge over on livejournal. Prompt: "A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long." -Jeph Jacques
"Dammit, Emmett! What the hell was that?"
Rosalie glanced sharply across the lawn, topaz eyes absorbing her partner's massive bulk and matching grin. She rubbed her neck in agitation, scowling as her fingers came back stained with residual gun powder. The blackened grains contrasted her skin starkly, a chalky smudge marring the field of alabaster in the moonlight.
Stroking her fore-fingers together in a speculative motion, Rosalie's initial reaction was anger, a muted annoyance that tingled at the tip of every extremity. However, even as she glared, her eyes softened, taking in the image of Emmett's shaking frame as he brandished a box of TNT Pop-its in mock triumph. It was impossible to feel wrath as his eyes crinkled and he roared with laughter.
"Too hot for you to handle, Rose?" he quipped, laughing as he tossed another tiny bundle of explosive dust into the air, this time flicking it towards Edward's open window. They heard a muted curse from within and even Rosalie had to smirk.
"Hardly," she smiled, sauntering forth, "But it's a bit early for fireworks isn't it?" She grabbed his arm and pulled him to her chest. Emmett dropped the box of Pop-its and where it lay abandoned on the spongy grass. He was suddenly serious, intensely gazing down at her moonlit face.
"Never with you," was his solemn reply. Dimples creasing, his lips descended roughly to hers and she met the embrace with enthusiasm. A wicked light flashing in her eyes, Rosalie whispered, "Let's keep Edward from his studies tonight."
Upstairs within his room, Edward groaned and reached for a pair of earplugs.