"Forbidden Love Affair"
A Contest of Hidden Desires
Penname: Tisaveeone
Title of One-Shot: Reparations For The Taking
Pairing: Bella & Emmett
POV: Bella
Rating: M or NC-17
Theme: Adultery
Word Count: 5,554
Summary or Description: Her sister Rosalie married the only man Bella ever wanted, and that should have been the end. But old flames have a way of catching a spark when you least expect.
This one-shot is being posted in participation with the above mentioned contest hosted by bemylullaby, goldentemptress, kyla713, miztrezboo, and Nostalgicmiss. Please see any of the aforementioned author's profiles for complete contest information, or see the C2 community 'Forbidden Love Affair, A Contest of Hidden Desires'
Disclaimer: I own a townhouse with a brand new central AC unit, a case of Vitamin Water 10 that tastes like medicine…blak, and a bunch of cute shoes. I don't own these characters or the Twilight franchise with which they are associated. I don't make money from it, I do it to avoid more pressing real life responsibilities.
Bella
I was a home wrecker.
It stung a lot more when you really admitted it to yourself.
But as I stood in my sister's kitchen looking over at her husband as he attempted to pull up his boxers and button his pants…all without making any eye contact with me whatsoever, there was no getting around it...
I was the vilest of all home wreckers.
I had screwed my sister's husband on her kitchen table, while her baby daughter slept upstairs.
There must be a special place in hell for people like me.
"Bella…" he spoke in a cracked whisper, but he still didn't look at me.
"Don't Emmett, just…don't." I reached under my t-shirt and pulled the cups of my bra back down.
My panties were ruined so I just picked up the scraps from the floor and made my way to the door.
How dreadful to have to take the walk of shame in your own sister's house.
My sister.
I paused when I reach the stairs and looked up at the family pictures that hung there on the wall.
I was going to vomit.
There were about a dozen pictures. Some of them were taken when they were still dating. Some were of their wedding, and some were of the three of them: Emmett, Rosalie and Emmy Rose, smiling and happy and whole.
And I'd just wrecked it all.
Me.
Stupid…selfish….me.
The bile began rising into my throat again, and I made a mad dash to the bathroom.
Lord, please let me make it to the toilet, I silently prayed.
Like I had any right to ask God for favors after I just defiled my sister's home and her designer Newport pedestal dining table, but the last thing I need her to come home to is a ruined marriage and a ruined bathroom.
Thankfully, I managed to make it, and proceeded to yak up the remnants of my dinner, which included: pepperoni pizza, salad and beer.
Oh, if only it were the beer's fault, but, sadly, I cannot blame my earlier indiscretion on alcohol.
I wasn't drunk and neither was he. We knew exactly what we were doing, and that made it all the more horrible.
I got to my feet and turned the water on in the sink to rinse out my mouth. I had to get the taste out.
The taste of the partially digested food, and the taste of Emmett.
The texture of his mouth had been so sweet and warm, just like I always knew it would be. His lips were soft and strong at the same time, and the way he moved his tongue…
Stop it, you slut!
I turned the water off and yanked a hand towel from the rack, thinking I should probably check the medicine cabinet for some pain killers because I was sure I was going to have one hell of a stress headache in the morning. I looked up and there she was, staring me down.
My own stupid face reflected in the mirror.
Apart from the vomit induced redness of my eyes, and my slightly swollen mouth, I really didn't look any different.
When one turns into a wanton hussy, shouldn't there be some sort of dramatic change to one's appearance? Little red horns growing from my head, or a pointy tail perhaps? Hell, I didn't even get to walk away with a decent head of sex hair.
That was because his hands were too busy groping your ass to bother with mussing your hair.
I turned away from my smart ass reflection because I didn't want to look at myself anymore.
I may not have looked different, but I felt different, and not in a good way.
Before, I was Bella the kind, Bella the smart, Bella the no way in hell would I sleep with my sister's husband.
But now I was Bella the "you want to fuck me on your wife's disgustingly expensive kitchen table?…yes, please."
I should have been crying, I should have been overcome with shame and guilt.
I felt ashamed and I felt damn guilty, but I also felt something totally inappropriate…relieved...vindicated even?
How long had I wanted to have him that way? And now I had, and I really couldn't bring myself to regret it as much as I should.
I had always wondered what would have happened if she hadn't shown up and flirted with him so mercilessly that day.
And now I knew.
We could have been good together…damn good in fact.
But once would have to be enough.
Rose was my sister and I didn't want to hurt her.
But she'd hurt me.
She knew it was hard for me to meet guys back then, but the one time I got up the nerve to try, to step out of my comfort zone, she showed up all blond and perky, flirting with him, and making me look like a complete idiot. He never stood a chance…I never stood a chance…we never stood a chance.
But it was in the past.
She was married to him…you're not. You had a onetime indiscretion…curiosity…an itch that needed to be scratched. You both got carried away.
That was it.
I went to my room, to get my bath things. I hated to, but I needed to wash his scent off of me, and I needed to figure out how I ended up here, and how I was going to make it right.
I managed to get in and out of my room and back to the bathroom all without running into him. I wasn't really shocked, because I didn't expect him to coming looking for me. In fact, I was sure that it was a pretty safe bet that he was hiding out in the basement trying to lose himself in video games or punching the living daylights out of his heavy bag.
I closed and locked the door to the bathroom…just in case, and turned on the shower letting the water heat up, while I removed my clothes.
He hadn't bothered to remove my clothes. The skirt I was wearing made for very easy access, and he had made quick work of ripping my panties from my body. My bra had simply been pulled out of the way before he took my nipple into his warm mouth…
My god I did it again!
The man had just given me two of the most mind blowing orgasms of my life; you would have thought I would be satisfied.
Maybe I had turned into some sort of nymphomaniac. Maybe I should have gone to see a professional, gotten on meds or something.
Rosalie couldn't kill me if my sexing her husband was a result of a mental illness, could she?
Knowing Rosalie, she would damn well try.
I stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed behind me. The water was hot enough to sting my skin and I was grateful for that. I needed to feel pain…as punishment for my sins.
I turned the knob up to make it just a bit hotter. I really needed to suffer for what I had done.
As the water assaulted my head, neck and shoulders, I tried to think of happier times.
The first time I laid eyes on Emmett.
You couldn't help but notice him, 6'2 and all muscles. He had dark curly hair and skin that was obviously naturally tanned from a life filled with outdoor activities. He just looked like the kind of guy who hiked and fished and lifted weights for fun.
I was drawn to him. I knew that my staring was rude, but I wasn't the only one whose attention he caught. Besides, I was behind him so he wouldn't have noticed my roving eyes.
Classes had already started for the semester so the crowds in the bookstore were minimal. I was there to get a refund on a book and from my spot, a few people behind him in line, I could hear him talking, and it sounded like he was there to pick up a book he'd ordered.
He seemed to know the blond boy working behind the counter, because they were exchanging a teasing banter back and forth.
He had a beautiful laugh, deep and manly, yet also light and sincere. He sounded like he laughed a lot, it was so natural.
A new register opened up, and the few people in front of me decided to move over to the new line. Their maneuver left me right behind…
"Emmett, man you've got to stop waiting until the last minute for this stuff. You've gotta be like three weeks behind on the reading for this class."
His name was Emmett. It fit him perfectly, strong and masculine, but not common, because nothing about this man was common.
"Just fetch my book like a good little librarian." He waved his hand dismissively at his friend, and then he turned and smiled down at me. And for what seemed like forever, he just looked at me.
"Don't you hate it when strangers try to strike up a conversation with you when you're waiting in line?"
"You mean like what you're doing right now?" I was surprised that I could form a complete sentence.
"Nah, we aren't strangers, I'm Emmett, and you're…"
"Bella?" Like an idiot, I said my name like a question.
"Right, you're Bella. So we aren't strangers." His smile and the piercing stare of his blue eyes were lips were still moving, but I couldn't make out the words that he was saying, I couldn't see or hear or speak.
I was freakin' Helen Keller.
By the time my senses had been restored to me, blond boy had returned with Emmett's book.
"Belly, could you tell my nerdtastic friend here that I am not the only person who waits to purchase the required reading materials for classes?" He motioned to the textbook I was holding.
"Actually, I'm returning this. It turns out we're not going to be using it after all." Emmett sighed and rolled his eyes at my lack of help, and blond boy, his name tag read 'Jasper', laughed.
"Way to drop the ball there, Belly." A part of me wanted to correct him and tell him my name was Bella…no variations. But bigger parts of me liked the new nickname that this non-stranger had given me.
After a few more quips with his friend, Emmett paid for his purchase and moved to the side so that I could step up to the counter.
"Ooo, I'm sorry." Jasper made a face. "This book was shrink wrapped when you bought it, and it can't be retuned if the seal has been broken."
"But I didn't use it…I don't need it, and it's a perfectly good book. Can't you just repackage it or something?"
"Sorry." And to his credit, he did look genuinely sorry.
"Come on Jazz, don't give the girl a hard time. Just give her a store credit or something." I looked over at Emmett, surprised that this semi stranger would come to my defense.
"No can do man. I don't make the policies. It sucks, I know. The only thing I can tell you is maybe put a notice up on the bulletin board in the building where you take the class. Another professor may be using this book, and you might be able to sell it to another student and recoup some of your cash."
His idea was good, and since there was no way I was going to be able to talk him into a refund, I just smiled, thanked him for his time, and made my way to the door.
"Hey Belly, let me take you somewhere to drown your nonrefundable sorrows."
He was walking with me now, and I was trying to figure out what he wanted. Was he asking me out? Had he been flirting with me all this time?
I looked down at my attire. ..Scruffy blue Chucks, baggy blue jeans with major fraying at the bottom and noticeable holes at the pockets on both sides…faded green Pepsi cola t-shirt. I hadn't washed my hair that morning and I didn't have on any makeup...
Nope, definitely not flirting.
"I don't know, I don't really drink or anything." I watched my feet as I walked, because I didn't want to trip and end up looking even more pathetic than I felt at the moment.
"Geez, girl, it's like 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I wasn't talking about downing Tequila shots." He laughed, and right then I decided that he should always laugh because it sounded like heaven. "I was thinking more along the lines of burgers and sodas at Fatboys."
"Oh, I love that place, they make their Cherry Coke with the real cherry syrup," I smiled.
"You know it, sister, and they are the only place in town where you can get a watermelon soda…so is that a yes?" He winked at me and at that moment I would have given anything to pack my bags and take up residence in one of his dimples.
How had I not noticed those before?
I had the "yes" right the tip of my tongue and I could almost taste the greasy French fries, when disaster struck.
"There you are Bella. My last class got canceled, so I'm leaving now if you want a ride….oh, hello." She narrowed her eyes and bit her bottom lip while she ran her fingers through her long blond hair. It was over before it even began.
"Hey, I'm Emmett." He extended his hand
"Rosalie." She took it, and even I could feel the sparks when they touched. "I'm Bella's sister."
"Really?" He looked confused.
Of course he was fucking confused. Rose stood five feet eight inches tall, with a body that could best be described as Heidi Klum meets Beyonce. She was blond. She was beautiful. She was smart and funny and clever and practically perfect in every way.
And I was Bella…the Sonny to her Cher.
"Your father must carry a huge gun with you two beautiful women on the loose." Oh, how sweet. Try not to make the ugly step-sister feel bad because Cinderella had just appeared. It was better than the "which one of you is adopted?" question we usually got when people found out we were sisters.
"Being the Chief of Police does basically give him a license to kill, so watch yourself," she smiled.
Game over.
Nothing with a Y chromosome had ever been able to resist that smile.
"So what are you two up to?" she asked.
"Well Bella just got the ole refund reject from my buddy at the bookstore, so I was taking her out for a little comfort food."
"Oh really, I had no idea that my little sister had such chivalrous friends."
"We aren't friends, we just met." My tone was icy and a bit too harsh, but I figured I might as well end the charade right there.
"Well I hope you don't think I'm going to let my sister go off with a complete stranger that she picked up in a book store. What kind of cop's kid do you take me for?" She smirked and so did he.
"Well, that means you'll have to join us of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. Why don't I go get my car and you and Bella can follow me over there."
"Um…why don't you two go, I just remembered, I need to go put up that notice, see if anyone wants to buy this book." I waved the book in the air like an idiot. As if that would distract them from the fact that I was dying more than just a little on the inside.
"You sure, Belly? Think about those watermelon sodas." He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I wanted to cry.
"No… I'm sure. Another time, ok?" I summoned all the muscles in my face together, and I smiled.
"I'm gonna hold you to that…now Rosie, you wanna go get your ride so you can follow me?" He twirled his keys around his index finger.
"I think I'll ride with you…if that's ok, I wouldn't want Bella to have to take the bus home." B-I-T-C-H!
"You sure about that? I thought you cops kids had to travel in pairs." She giggled and I threw up a little in my mouth.
"No, that's just for Bella. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." She was spewing sex all over him and I had to get out of there…fast.
I remember looking back over my shoulder as he was opening the car door for her and her smiling that "don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me" smile…I didn't look back anymore after that.
One month later, they were officially boyfriend and girlfriend, and I was forced to take refuge in the library on many a late night.
Thirteen months after that, Rosalie was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in our tiny off campus apartment sobbing over a stick with two dark purple lines.
Eight weeks after that, I was the maid of honor/best man/legal witness at their courthouse wedding.
Five months after that, I was holding Rosalie's left leg, while Emmett held her right. That day was the day I became Aunt/Godmother/live in nanny.
And one year after that…
"Bella…are you ok…you've been in there a long time and…hell, Belly, can we just talk, please?"
Shit. I turned the now cold water off.
I had stayed in here too long and now he'd come looking for me.
And he wanted to talk.
I thought about staying put. This was a bathroom, so I had use of a toilet and all the drinking water I needed. I would get hungry eventually, but Rose would be home before I had a chance to starve to death.
Rose would be home.
In less than a week.
Ok, that settled it; we did need to talk, because if Rosalie came home to Emmett and Bella not speaking to each other, then she would know something was wrong.
She was used to Emmett and me joking around and teasing each other constantly…we were best friends.
Best friends ….who fucked.
There was no getting around it. I needed to deal with this mess sooner rather than later. Maybe if we cleared the air, we could have the rest of the week to put things back to normal, and by the time Rose got home everything would be as it should.
I grabbed two towels and wrapped one around my head and the other around my body.
I stepped out of the shower and ran my hand over the steamy glass taking one last look in the mirror.
"Jesus on the cross, please help me." I said a quick prayer and crossed myself four times like I'd seen people do on television. I wasn't a religious person, but I figured at a time like this you should pull out all the stops.
"I heard the water stop, so I'm assuming that you're coming out?" He sounded nervous. Emmett never sounded nervous…for any reason…ever.
I took a deep breath, and tightened my towel around my chest…no need to give him another free show.
I took the four and a half steps that carried me to the door and turned the lock.
Then I turned the handle.
I slowly pulled the door towards me and cautiously glanced through the ever widening crack.
He was there.
With both arms spread wide, and his hands gripping either side of the door jamb.
His legs were crossed at the ankle, and his head was hanging down so low that I could almost see the back of his neck.
Once the door was completely open, I turned off the light and exhaled slowly.
The hall was dark except for the illumination from two nightlights that were plugged in near the floor. They didn't realize it, but they were stetting a very unfortunate mood.
"Emmett…" I said his name because he had not moved and I needed to get by so that I could get to my room to put on clothes. I didn't want to stand here…with him…like this.
He lifted his head slowly, but his eyes were still down casted.
They stayed that way for a long moment.
Then he looked up.
He looked at me.
Blue to brown and back again.
At that moment the two little angels on my shoulder that had been doing battle against good and evil, laid down their swords.
Surrender.
I surrendered all, right there, outside my sister's bathroom.
If he asked me to leave, I would have gone.
If he asked me to stay, I would be right here. Every moment of every day.
"I'm sorry Belly…" he tried to lower his head again, but I grabbed his face with my hands.
"Don't." I took a step forward. "Don't say you're sorry, we were both there."
"But I started it. I kissed you first." He placed his large hands over my small ones.
I took one small breath before I inched up slightly onto my tiptoes.
And then I kissed him.
Would he stop me…pull back?
He tightened his grip on my hands and a low moan echoed deep in his chest.
"Are we even now?" I pulled back slightly and whispered the question against his lips, without taking my eyes off of him.
"Goddamnit Bella…" his eyes smoldered and he moved his hands down my arms to my shoulders. "What the hell am I doing?" He only faintly asked the question, so I knew he didn't really want to know the answer.
"Don't talk." I placed tiny kisses on his top and bottom lips. These were nothing like the hard frantic kisses we'd shared in the kitchen. These were tender petitions. We were communicating without using words.
There would be no discussion about what it all meant.
No talk of how we would ever be able to reconcile what we had done…what we were about to do.
Tonight, there would only be us, as it should have been that first day when he led me from the bookstore.
I knew the innocent pecks that I had been delivering were over when he placed his hand at the back of my neck and held my lips to his.
My mouth opened out of shock, and he took full advantage of the opportunity to slide his tongue against mine.
Oh God, more.
I needed much more. Much more.
I closed my lips around his tongue and sucked gently.
His taste made me urgent; I needed to capture all of him before he got away.
That feeling of urgency was definitely mutual.
His once still hands begin to roam my towel covered flesh, but it wasn't enough.
He moved his hands to the knot at the front of my towel and tugged, not waiting for permission.
He knew I wouldn't say no.
The towel fell to the ground, and he delivered one more soft kiss before stepping back to look at me.
"Oh, Bella." He ran his fingers from my face down my cheek, to my neck, and finally made his way down the path between my breasts. He stopped at my navel, letting his middle finger trace the circle slowly.
"All this time…" He had both his hands on me now, caressing the side of my body from my hips to my rib cage.
"Shhh," I put my finger to his lips. "I don't think we're even anymore, Mr. Cullen."
"No?" he asked, letting his hands rest on my hips while his thumbs moved in the direction of my inner thighs.
"No, because I'm naked…and you're not." I lifted the bottom of his t-shirt, and he brought his hands above his head. In one motion, I freed him of it.
Since turnabout was fair play, I decided to take the same path down his body that he had taken down mine.
I used both of my hands and started at his scalp, running my fingers through his curly locks, straight down from his head to his neck, to his shoulders.
I didn't stop there. His incredibly tight pectorals were calling to me, so I answered them the only way I knew how. I ran my fingers down using my nails as lightly as possible, but still making sure he felt the scratches.
A small earthquake erupted inside his stomach, as my fingers passed over his six-pack to the thin line of hair that disappeared into his sweat pants.
I couldn't help myself.
I grabbed hold to elastic waistband of his pants, knowing from the obvious bulge that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, and I tugged.
His hardness sprung out. My mouth watered, and my hand twitched.
I wanted to taste him, touch him, grab him, squeeze him…
"Bella?" Damn, how long had I been staring at it? I didn't know, but I couldn't look away.
"It's calling me," I whispered. Hell, I might as well be honest.
"So why don't you answer it." Smooth Cullen…very smooth.
I pulled his pants down the rest of the way, lowering myself to my knees as I did so.
And there I was, face to face with my greatest love and my greatest hate.
I loved how good this piece of flesh could make me feel.
I hated being controlled by anyone or anything, and this beautiful, hard, thick, piece of man meat was most definitely controlling me.
Mind, body and soul.
It twitched, and I licked.
In the next second, Emmett grabbed the towel from my hair and tossed it aside.
I licked him again, and again, and again. He moaned as I teased around his head.
"Fuck, Bella make up your mind…all in or all out," he panted.
Oh, he was so going to regret that.
All in, of course, and I took him.
All.
In.
In one movement his tip hit the back of my throat and the walls on both sides of the hallway shook as his palms slapped up against them for support.
"Do you really want to do this here?" His voice was ragged and shaky as I sucked hard, and I knew he meant the hallway. I really wasn't in the mood for rug burn, so I shook my head and he eased himself back.
The very next moment, I was off of my knees and wrapping my legs around his waist while he played with my lips. His mouth occupied those above, while his fingers explored those below.
"Wet," he moaned as he walked me backwards to my room.
My room.
Thank God, because I had defiled enough of my sister's personal property for one day.
Don't think about your sister…in fact don't think at all…just feel.
I felt him lower me down just a bit from where I had been situated at his waist. And I could feel him, hard and ready, at my entrance. If only he would bring me down just a little lower…
And he did.
He was in me before I hit the bed.
"Ughahhhh," I moaned.
"So good," he breathed.
He slid in and out effortlessly. Making each return thrust better than the last.
"Wet…tight," he grimaced.
"So hard," I moaned.
There were more moans, and grunts, and I was so damn close.
"Come," he urged.
"Please," I pleaded.
He took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked…hard.
"Jeeeezzzus," I yelled as the damn broke and my pelvic muscles grabbed him in a chokehold.
"Umgh….umgh…umgh…" he kept thrusting. As I came down, he hit his stride and the grip on my hips became impossibly tight.
"Bella!" My name fell from his lips. With his eyes scrunched closed and his bottom lip nearly bitten off, he came.
It felt like forever, but eventually, our breathing began to slow and our eyes met.
Blue to brown and back again.
He kissed my forehead, and my nose, and my lips before he rolled over and pulled me close to cradle me at his side.
Minutes passed before either of us spoke.
"Are you all right?" he asked, worry showing through in his voice.
"All things considered…yeah, I'm fine," I answered. "How 'bout you?"
There was a pause, before he answered.
"If it's possible to feel like the shittiest and the happiest man in the world simultaneously, then that basically sums me up."
It was quiet for a while before he asked…"Have you ever just wanted to press pause on real life and escape to the land of make-believe?"
"No Mr. Rodgers I haven't," I lied.
"Well, that's what I wish we could do."
I thought for a moment, about what he was actually trying to say.
"I don't want to stop either," I whispered.
"Oh hell," he slapped his hand against his forehead. "I was counting on you to be the voice of reason…somebody needs to play grownup here, Belly."
"You're older," I smirked
"You're smarter," he retorted.
"This is true, but it's your marriage we're talking about ruining." That took the comedy right out of the room.
"How exactly do you have a marriage with someone who you only see for half the year?" His tone was harsh.
"Don't fucking use me ok…don't do this to piss off Rose or because she's not showing you enough attention." I moved away from him and crossed my arms over my chest. "I have wanted you since that first day in the bookstore, but I've sucked it up and pushed my feeling aside…well until today. When you kissed me in the kitchen…when I should've been feeling fucking ashamed and horrified, all I felt was…"
"Relief…I know, I felt it too. Like I had been holding my breath for the last three years, and someone had finally handed me an oxygen mask." He turned on his side to look at me.
Oh, we are so screwed, he didn't want to stop and neither did I, so where the fuck did that leave us?
"I have always thought about you like this, Bella. Before Rose and I really started dating, I tried to get you to spend time with me. I was so attracted to you, and I couldn't understand why you always avoided me. After a while, I figured I was making you uncomfortable, so I backed off. Things happened and difficult choices had to be made, but I always…I mean I never stopped…"
I kissed him.
"We have a week before Rose comes home," he said while he twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers.
Seven days.
"So what are you proposing? That we hump like rabbits until she gets back and then play it off like nothing happened?"
Please say yes. Please say yes. Did I just think that? I really was out of my mind.
He tilted my head so that I had to look him in the eye, and just like the moment when our eyes met outside the bathroom, I surrendered.
"I've made everyone else happy my whole life. For the next seven days, I'm going to make myself…and you, very, very happy."
And after that?
Responsible Bella tried to make a last stand, but I was locking her away for the next week.
He smiled, and gave my neck a long slow kiss.
"I am going to give you the most spectacular week of your life."
We smiled at one another and sealed our adulterous pact with a kiss.
"Can you…stay? I mean here…tonight?"
He didn't say yes. Instead, he got up and pulled back the edge of the comforter and I shimmied under while he climbed in next to me.
"Sleepy?" he asked
I knew I should have been after all of the physical activity of the day, but I was too wound up.
"No, not really…you?"
"Nah, but I am hungry."
"I am not fixing you a sandwich Emmett. It's almost two in the morning."
"How about a bowl of cereal?" He tried to look cute. I was over the cute. Almost
"If you want cereal, go get it yourself."
"Oh, I see how it is, give a girl a couple of rounds of hot sex and suddenly she thinks she's all that," he joked
"Look here, mister, I gave as good as I got." I poked him in the chest and rolled my eyes.
"That's for damn sure," he said it quietly, almost to himself. A second later he was back on the topic of food.
"How about I forget the cereal and you just promise to make me your famous apple spice waffles in the morning."
"Deal, now shut up and hand me the remote, Family Guy should be on."
"Yes, good choice Bella, I love to fall asleep to old Family Guy and King of the Hill reruns."
I found the channel and set the sleep timer before he took the remote from me and returned it to the nightstand.
"Goodnight Bella." He yawned and kissed the top of my head.
"Goodnight Emmett," I answered, and the last thing I remembered was feeling the vibration of his chest as he laughed.
He should always laugh, because it sounded like heaven.
A/N: Wow! I made it to the end of my very first Twilight fanfic. Smoke em if you got em people, cus my cherry has officially been popped.
Thanks a bunch to everyone for reading and voting and thanks most of all to my bizata Madeleinejade. Thanks for all the checks and rechecks, for the title and for not making fun of the fact that I'm on the road to becoming a teacher, but can't spell my way out of a paper bag…saints preserve us! If you people aren't reading her stuff you's crazy. You are guaranteed to feel good when you read TDG.
The idea of continuing this beyond the one shot is marinating somewhere in the back of my mind, but it will only happen if you, the people what it. So holla if you hear me…review, and improve my fragile self-esteem.