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Just a heads up, in my fic, the Cullens sleep. That's pretty much the only thing I tweaked. If I tweak anything else, I'll let ya know. Tra la.
I'M NOT A FREAK. I'M EMMETT CULLEN.
1.
He lay there on the bed, propping himself up with his arm. He looked down on her resting form. Her golden locks pooling around her shoulders, framing her face like a halo. Her porcelain skin looking almost warm in contrast with the satin apricot colored bed sheets. She was beautiful, like a flawless pearl, and just a precious. He looked over her body in appreciation. The curve of her back and the shape of her body under the delicate sheet covering half her body. He listened to the soft breaths escaping her pink lips. Her peaceful slumber brought contentment and peace to his otherwise restlessness mind. He reached his hand over and brushed the top of her arm with a feather light caress of his finger tips. He bowed is head down and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. Her skin still smelt like raspberries and orchids. An angel sent to him from a beautiful place only reachable in blessed dreams. He laid back down, shutting his eyes and drawing in a trembling breath. He wanted to cry.
Emmett turned away from her and stared harshly at the wall. He had been with her, his angel, his Rosalie, for years. Wonderful years. She was his wife, his heart. Not in the traditional sense, but his wife regardless. When he first saw her face, looking down on him as he gasped for breath lying there on the ground, he saw his mercy and light. He knew that she was there to save him from his fate, take his pain away. She had lifted up his hand held it, whispering 'poor thing' against his palm, placing a kiss on his wrist. His pain was replaced by an different kind. It gave him a sense of relief and comfort rather than anguish and torture. When he had awoke, she was there, caressing his face, cooing some pretty little song, becoming his forever.
Forever. No such thing. Emmett's heart ached. Over a short course of time, forever was becoming a memory. They fought more. Not that they never did before, but instead of an occasional battle or words on something big and significant, it was constant spats, arguments and squabbles on ridiculous and trivial things. Their affection for one another was dwindling little by little. They didn't hold hands as much or show great displays of affection like they used to. Their love making was also suffering. Once and a while now, they would be intimate with each other. The time that they did, Emmett was finding it a great struggle to keep interested. It wasn't that his heart wasn't in it, he loved Rosalie, immensely. It was physicality of it. His body just didn't want to be on the same page as his heart and mind. It was driving him crazy.
Tonight was the same. Only not. It wasn't just the simple act any more, it was everything. The touching, the exploring, the delicate details before the act itself. He had done it for her, to make her feel good, it was what she liked. He set aside that he just wanted to get it done and over with. It made him feel sick to no end to feel that way. She had asked his if he'd enjoyed it at all. He lied and said of course. But he knew she didn't believe him. She had just turned her back to him and went to sleep. His heart had sank.
It was still feeling that way. Like it was trapped in water, struggling to breath. His beautiful, perfect wife was laying there beside him, her body, unclothed and flawless. He wanted nothing to do with it. The thought of running his hand up her slender legs and placing it between the delicate folds between them, no longer held the same appeal. He body was no longer filling him with strong sexual desire and want. Those feelings were being replaced with discomfort and revulsion.
It made Emmett want to scream and cry. If he could be sick, he would be. He could almost feel some phantom feeling of nausea run through him. What was so horribly wrong with him that the woman he loved and cherished more than anything in the world was now the one thing he could no longer stand? The one thing he could no longer bear to touch.
TBC.
I'm sorry this is so short. The rest of the chapters will be ridiculously longer I promise. Like a good few pages at least. This shorty chapter busniess will only happen once. You have my word. Thank you for reading. Please review, they are love ^_^