Title: Vampires Wear Prada - 239 words
Name: rainpuddle13 (rainpuddle13 at gmail dot com)
Rating: T
Characters/Ships: Emmett/Rosalie
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Stephenie Meyer, various publishers including but not limited to Little, Brown Children's Books, and Summit Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rosalie rolled her eyes as Emmett came crashing through the door of their room. It was amazing how much more quiet the house was when the boys were out hunting.
"I'm home!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, as was his nature.
"I hear." She put down her book because there would be no reading with her husband around.
"Did you miss me, baby?"
Anything the she might have said died on her lips as she took in his disheveled appearance – twigs in his hair, grass stains on what used to be a pristine white t-shirt, and mud splattered on his faded blue jeans. "Don't you touch me," she shrieked, abandoning the loveseat to escape his grasp. "This is a new Prada dress! Alice will kill you if you ruin it!"
Emmett only growled in response and redoubled his efforts to capture her, managing to lay his hands on her just as she made it to the door. He tossed her lightly upon their massive bed before joining her. His mouth was on her neck in an instant; his hand drawing the hem of her dress up.
When his fingers indelicately twined themselves in the lace of her underwear, she arched into his touch as he tugged. The expensive silk didn't stand a chance against his onslaught, giving away with a loud rip.
He pulled away, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry."
"The hell with the dress," she murmured, grazing her lips along Emmett's jaw.