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A/N: This is an out-take of the Bella/Embry scene in the bar from Chapter 10 – with a different ending. A lot of my reviewers were disappointed when Bella pulled away, so this is how it could have gone if she hadn't come to her senses on the hood of Embry's car. Everything up until then is how it went in the story. The song featured is The Twist by Frightened Rabbit. This is especially for meliz875, and her love for a certain sweet, shy wolf.

A very drunk and bitter BPOV

The whiskey was burning me slowly from the inside out. It reminded why I wasn't much of a drinker, but today was an exception – it's not every day you watch the last flicker of hope you had, the last tiny beacon of love you've been harbouring since you were eighteen die. No, it didn't die, it was extinguished. It was killed, slaughtered, stamped out. Hell, I know I'm being dramatic. Maybe that's the other reason I don't drink hard liquor. I've had Alanis Morissette's You Oughta Know stuck on a loop in my head since I left the auto shop. Thank fuck this place doesn't do karaoke, or I would be all over that. There would go my chance of skipping back out of town un-noticed.

"And would she have your ba-by? I'm sure she'd make a really excellent moth-er." Oh god, I was singing it aloud now. Shoot me, please. I swished the gold liquid around in my glass. It was kind of pretty. It looked like sunshine you could pour.

Oh God. Sunshine. Jacob. His hands on her ass. Her fingers in his hair. Lips biting. Clothes tearing. Moans, breaths, laughter. Stop. I squeezed my eyes shut and downed the rest of it. Maybe I should have vodka instead. Less associations. Groaning, the room felt like it was swaying when I rested my forehead on the heel of my palm.

I stiffened. Heat, glorious, familiar, unmistakeable werewolf heat right beside me. But it wasn't quite right. There wasn't enough of it. He wasn't tall enough. He didn't smell the same. It's not Jacob, but it's close. Embry. Crap. Now he'll tell Jacob and then I'll have to see him and be introduced to her and it's all been such a huge mistake. Seriously, what was I thinking? One phone call, that would have been it.

"Hey Charlie, is Jacob walking around with some girl and looking at her like she's the second coming of Megan Fox?"

"Yeah, Bells, he sure is!"

"Okie-dokie, Dad, thanks for saving me a trip!"

I had to acknowledge Embry eventually though. It's rude not to, and hey, we'd been friends once. I turned to him and smirked.

"Guess it was too much to ask for a quiet, anonymous drink, huh?" I said, and he just studied the contents of his glass with a contemplative look on his face. But then, Embry kind of always looks like that – like he's got a thousand things running through his mind but isn't really fazed by any of them.

He summoned the bartender over to us and gestured to our drinks.

"Another round for both of us, please," he said. Gosh, he sounds so grown up.

"Actually, can I get a vodka instead?" I said to the bartender before half-turning my head to Embry, but studying the wood grain on the bar. "Thanks."

"You look like you need it," he shrugged.

"Yeah, kind of a rough day."

"You saw Jake with Maya, huh?" he surmised. I nodded and took a sip of my drink.

"Yeah, saw more than I bargained for," I said, raising an eyebrow. He winced.

"Ouch. Sorry, Bella." We were both facing forward, not turning to one another, as if having to look each other in the face would make it too difficult to stay truthful.

"'S not your fault. I don't know what I thought coming back here would achieve anyway. It's not like Jake and I are even speaking to one another," I excused, pressing my lips into a thin line. I was still mad at myself for how little I'd actually thought this through.

"Jake isn't speaking to lots of people these days, you probably shouldn't take it personally," he said, and I could see the smirk out of the corner of my eye.

"You too, huh?" I asked, genuinely surprised. He blew out a weary breath as he nodded.

"I guess I know too many of his secrets. He doesn't like it much when I try to talk to him about things."

"He was never good with home truths. It's weird, I feel like asking him what happened to all those times he told me he'd never imprint," I snorted, and Embry laughed softly.

"Yeah, or all those times we swore a girl would never come between us. Bros before hoes – not so much."

I frowned. "You mean..."

"Maya, yeah. Met her last week, before Jake did. We kind of hit it off, I thought it was going somewhere, and BAM!" he said, slapping the bar-top. "Imprinting fucks up my love life- and it's not even my own imprint."

"Wow, I'm sorry, Em."

"It's not your fault."

"Things might have been different if I'd never left," I sighed, and a dark chuckle left Embry's lips.

"Well, yeah, there is that," he said, giving me a light shove with his broad shoulder. "Anyway, Jake doesn't know. Can't see Maya telling him, either, so keep it to yourself, yeah?"

"Not on speaking terms, remember? I think that's one secret I have every chance of keeping," I smiled sadly.

He chuckled softly again. "Yeah I guess you're right," he said. I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips.

"Fuck imprinting," I said. Embry nodded beside me.

"In the ass. Hard." A laugh escaped me and I was almost taken aback by the sound of it. How was it that I'd come here in the hopes of just feeling sorry for myself, and he'd already made me laugh? I turned to look at him at last. Dark, sincere eyes stared into me, right inside me from a handsome, angular face. His hair was cropped a little shorter than the last time I'd seen it, but was still longer than most. He had a tidy dusting of stubble across his jaw and over his full, masculine lips. I couldn't stop looking.

God, why is he so attractive...

Okay, where did that come from?

Oh, come on, it's not as if you never noticed.

He's Jacob's best friend!

That's kind of irrelevant as to whether he's attractive or not.

Alright, so drunk Bella's kind of a slut. And clearly just lonely because of what happened. I can't find Embry attractive, he's like a brother. He can't be 'hot' to me because that would be wrong and it would hurt Jake.

I knew what this was. I was upset, and vulnerable, and okay, yeah, I do have somewhat of a damsel-complex, if that's even a thing. I like to be taken care of, and I'm attracted to guys who I deem heroic and powerful. Edward. Jacob. They'd both saved me somehow. And now I was looking to Embry, who was saving me from my misery. It was just my intoxicated mind's way of solving the problem of my pain.

It doesn't mean he isn't easy on the eyes.

Stop that.

There was a strange silence as we both grew serious again, and just looked at each other. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but saw his gaze dart to my lips and back to my eyes. There's that knowing look again. I was pretty sure he could tell exactly what was on my mind, but was too polite to call me out for perving on him.

Oh God, look away. He's dazzling you with his handsomeness!

I couldn't help the blush that crept into my cheeks. The alcohol coupled with his stare was making me light-headed, and I was painfully aware of his close proximity to me – our stools were practically pushed together.

Did you blush then when our hips touched?
I can't tell, you're already red
Am I right? you give me the signs
Is that pink mist or just lit dry ice?

I cleared my throat, actually grateful for Embry's shyness. Jacob would have teased me for openly regarding him like that. I wouldn't even have been able to deny it – his speciality always was getting me flustered. And now, here I sat, on a bar stool in Forks drinking with his best friend and imagining what it would be like to let him make me forget Jacob. Did it suddenly go up a few degrees in here, or what?

No he's just that hot. And you've seen him half-naked. I'm sure the rest is just as pleasurable to look at...

Stop it! No good would come of that. I'm not even thinking about it.

Then how come you're imagining what that stubble would feel like on your inner thighs?

I gulped down the rest of my drink and pictured Jacob in my head. Thinking about him would get these ridiculous ideas about Embry out of my mind and I could leave here with a little dignity, so I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated. The trouble was, they looked so much like brothers, they kept morphing into one another. Jacob became Embry who became Jacob. And then it got worse. Then they were both there, and I was wondering what it would be like to be with both of them. Together. Jacob's strength and Embry's tenderness. Jacob's dominance with Embry's consideration. Oh, God.

"He never really tried to get over it, you know," Embry said suddenly. My mind raced, trying to pick out the last thing we'd said. I'd been too busy talking to myself to concentrate, and I knew I was starting to look a little crazy. "What happened to you guys, I mean," he clarified.

"Yeah well, it's not easy. I just try not to think about it every day. Even though most days I still do," I confessed. "The guilt's the worst part. I think it would be easier to have someone else to blame, like he does." Embry's brow furrowed as he sipped his re-filled drink.

"He never blamed you, Bella," he said, shaking his head.

"Didn't he? I did. I blame myself every time I think about it."

He shook his head again adamantly. "He stormed off so angrily because you wouldn't let him help, that was the only thing he blamed you for."

"I guessed he resented me for that, but I still think there's a little anger in him, because it could have been avoided if I'd just told the truth from the start."

"I think you're wrong," he said.

I shrugged. "It's not like it matters now anyway. Whatever Jake and I had is done. I shouldn't keep dwelling on it." There was a long silence as we both just studied our drinks. After a few minutes, Embry's head jerked towards the old jukebox.

"I love this song," he said with a soft smile on his lips. I listened to the lyrics as they enveloped us. The music sounded so woeful, but somehow I could detect a quiet resignation in the singer's voice. I leaned my head to the side listening, and letting it wash over me as I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was staring at me intently. Our eyes locked, and I knew what was coming next. The thing was, I didn't want to stop it.

His lips were soft and careful, like he was testing the water. The heat from him was deliciously familiar, but the taste was all new. I liked it. I needed it. Right now, I needed him.

Lets pretend I'm attractive and then
You won't mind, you can twist for a while
It's the night, I can be who you like
And I'll quietly leave before it gets light

Embry POV

I'd be lying if I said I'd never imagined doing this. Back before I knew what she and Jacob meant to each other, yeah. I'd pictured Bella a few times when I was alone. She was beautiful, then, but now...wow. When she walked in to the bar wearing that barely-there sun dress that pretty much advertised what she had to offer, I'd felt like I would drown if I didn't go talk to her. Part of it was because I knew what it would do to Jake, to know that she'd been here, looking like that and he hadn't seen her. He was in such complete denial about his feelings for her it was laughable. Even the imprint couldn't make him forget. Yeah, he felt like he didn't love Bella anymore, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten what it was like.

We were both pretty far gone, but I could tell we both wanted this. There was a heat between us that hadn't been there before. Maybe it was bitterness. Maybe it was vengeance. Whatever it was, I wanted to explore it. I wanted to explore her because I was pretty sure I wouldn't get another chance.

I kissed her. I knew it was a bad idea, fuck, I knew it as it was happening, but I couldn't stop myself. I had Jake's girl and she was under the influence. She tasted like liquor but she smelled like summer, and I wanted more. I needed more of a distraction before we both realised what the hell we were doing. I'd had enough of worrying about Jacob Black. It was time I stopped amending my life to suit him – he didn't even notice anymore.

Her hair felt like spun silk, falling through my fingers as I held her close to me. Fuck, did she know what she was doing, moaning like that? I was hard already and we were still on our first fucking kiss. We pulled away and I studied her. I needed to seek permission – to see that she wanted this too, and I got my answer. She was looking at me with this blazing heat in her expression. We were really doing this?

"Bella, if you're unsure at all about-" I began, but she just cupped my cheek roughly with her hand and we were kissing again. Oh shit, she was going to be the death of me, pressing that tight little body right into mine.

"Stop talking, Em," she said, pulling back to look at me. I knew then that there was no talking her out of this, even if I wanted to, and I sure as fuck didn't.

Bella POV

I'd forgotten what it was like to be held like this. His hands were possessing me, marking and claiming my body like it wasn't going to give it up for anyone now. I wanted to be taken like this – like I mattered, like there was something worth loving in the broken shell of a person I knew I was deep down.

Embry turned to the bar abruptly, taking my hand and throwing down a wad of bills. He tugged me in the direction of the door, and whispered, "Let's get out of here." I complied easily. I wanted to see where this was going. I wanted to let this happen. It wasn't long before I was pressed into the wall outside, Embry's hard body grinding into mine with all the force of a train but the tenderness I'd come to expect from him. He'd never hurt me. He was showing me in the way he moved. I felt myself getting turned on by his scent alone – it was different, in a good way. It reminded me of him, but not too much. I was panting and whimpering and embarrassingly aroused by his touch. He parted my thighs with one knee and before I knew it, I was being hoisted up and had my legs wrapped around his waist. He took the advantage of our more convenient position to explore more of me with kisses. He nipped at my bottim lip, before making a trail across my cheek, taking my hear lobe into his mouth and sucking gently. I jerked from the surprise contact – it was always my weak spot, and instantly made me into a quivering mess if it was shown any attention.

Oh God, does he know that because Jake knew that?

I had to stop that line of thinking immediately. As if sensing I was distracted, Embry ground into me again, eliciting a moan from a place deep inside me I'd forgotten even existed. Holy shit, that felt good. His hardness against my centre was evidence enough that he liked it too. Embry was turned on by me. The realisation just fed my arousal – he was gorgeous and gentle and mine, for now at least.

"You know, I kind of always wondered what this would be like," he confessed between kisses. Oh shit, even his voice was having an effect on me. He ran his nose down my cheek towards my neck, and suckled the tender skin there. I don't think the sounds I was making were even human. "But I never thought you'd be so... receptive." His breath was fanning across my chest, causing my nipples to pebble under the thin fabric of my dress from the delightful sensation.

"Don't have much of a choice," I said breathlessly, "when you're so damn good at this." That crooked smirk was back, and my panties were just about soaked. He kissed me again, hard, and began walking us somewhere. The only reason I was aware of it was because I couldn't feel the cold hardness of the wall behind me. I was set down on something - a car hood, and I knew this was the point of no return. He pulled away to study my expression again, keeping his hands on my thighs, rubbing small, heated circles under my dress.

"Last chance to back out, Bella," he said, watching me intently for any hesitation. I smiled darkly and tugged the collar of his shirt towards me, crashing our lips together. I needed this right now, and I certainly wasn't going to be the one to stop it. I felt both of his hands trail over my skin, upwards until they rested on my hips. He looked into my eyes again, and I raised my butt up, giving him silent permission. His sure fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and he tugged, freeing the soaked material from my body. I shivered involuntarily as I felt the coldness of the car's hood beneath my naked behind.

Embry smiled and trailed kisses on my collar bone, across my shoulder, where he nudged the thin strap of my dress out of the way with his nose. His warm hand completed the task, freeing my breast from the clothing where he took possession of it hungrily. A very different kind of shiver left me when his mouth closed over my nipple, and I felt the friction of his tongue against me, I gasped before a giggle escaped me, and found myself arching into his ministrations. He took this as the distraction I needed, and an anticipatory thrill went through me when I heard the button of his pants open, and the zipper going down. 'This is it,' I thought, as he pulled me to the edge of the car, and lowered his head to my shoulder, claiming my skin with warm, opened mouthed kisses once again. I moaned when he entered me, the nostalgic feeling of skin on skin, and my body stretching to accommodate his size was one I'd missed. His thrusts were slow and languid, and the sexy, barely audible grunts he made with each one had me clawing at him, placing my hands on his butt, just wanting to hear it again. He slammed into me, harder each time until I forgot where we were, forgot who we were, just for that moment.

"Fuck, Bella. You feel amazing," he said, thrusting again. "So wet, so tight..." I could feel him smirking into my shoulder as he nipped at me. I was beyond words – the position we were in had him hitting my sweet spot, and it was all I could do not to fall apart straight away.

I tugged on his hair, pulling his face up to mine so I could kiss him, nibbling at his lips and groaning into his mouth. I could tell he liked having his hair pulled, and had to admit, it was nice having something to hold on to when the pulsations started. Before I even realised, I was coming. Hard. He captured the sound of my pleasure with his mouth, letting me bite down on his lip to stop myself from crying out. It sent him right over the edge with me, and it was only a few seconds before I felt an addition of heat spurting tight into me. He grunted with the force of his orgasm, and I felt the muscles in his back and rear-end stiffen with the force of it.

He laid his head on my shoulder, chuckling softly as he pulled out of me. I could feel the evidence of his pleasure dripping out of me slowly, coating my inner thighs. I didn't want to look at him, in case it broke the spell of this. My body was thrumming, and the heat of having him that close to me was the only thing keeping me together.

I didn't want to look in case I saw regret in his eyes. I didn't want him to see that there was none in mine.

So twist and whisper the wrong name
I don't care nor do my ears
Twist yourself around me
I need company I need human heat
I need human heat