A/N- So, my little sister pirated the computer with the internet connection, (I'm pretty sure that she sets an alarm to get up before I can to get to it.) which means that I have no idea what anyone's opinions were, or if any one even actually reviewed.
And, since I don't remember how I ended the last chapter of NJFD, I'm working on this one instead.
Again, DO NOT PANIC.
Bella's not a whore for this Emmett thing. She just needs comfort, and this is the way she is choosing to seek it. And besides, everyone ends up with who they're meant to be with.
But for now…
If you're not a fan of a non-canon pairing, or lemons, I'd suggest ignoring this next little bit here. It's not too lemony though, more like a lime…if that makes any sense at all.
So, in the words of Cobra Starship, "Oh, I'm ready for it. Come on, bring it."
"You don't want this. I don't want this." I said, trying to ignore the haze in my brain and the strain in my shorts.
"I sincerely doubt that." Bella said, her hand snaking under the covers to wrap her hand around me.
Oh God. We've upgraded to Def Con Three. DEF CON THREE! What do I do?
I didn't particularly have a lot of time. Bella's hand was inching closer and closer, and I knew that as soon as she hit her target, any and all decision-making parts of my brain shut down.
BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW
I could tell Emmett was hesitant.
"Emmett, please. I need this. Please." I looked into his eyes. I watched different emotions flicker across his face. Worry. Excitement. Indecision. Lust.
The last one stuck.
He scanned my face for another second before I bent down to kiss him. I leaned in, running my tongue along his lip. He opened his mouth compliantly, letting me slip my tongue in to touch his. He groaned, finally moving to touch me. His huge hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me in deeper into the kiss. I smiled under his urgency as I ran my hands up and down the steely muscles of his stomach.
The hand that wasn't at the back of my head was now running up the side of my body, the warmth of his palm setting fire to my skin. I moaned quietly, a silent plea for him to continue. His hand pivoted, running up my stomach now, landing over my breast. My breath caught as his hand grazed gently across the aching tip. Not wanting to leave him out of the fun, I slid my hand to the waistband of his shorts. Seemingly out of nowhere, he caught my hand with his, looking me straight in the eye.
"Bella. Are you sure?" He asked me, his conscience suddenly reappearing.
"Yes. I'm sure. I want you, Emmett. Right now." I said, my voice breathless. He studied me for what seemed like an eternity before returning his lips to mine. I slipped my hand into his shorts, running one finger down his shaft. With this simple, little motion, the last once of his resolve slipped and he rolled on top of me, letting out a guttural moan. He pulled hard at the hem of my shirt, lifting it above my head before catching my nipple in his mouth through my bra while I yanked down his shorts. I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and moaned his name.
"Well, I, for one, find this to be two things." Alice's voice came clipped from the doorway. "Disgusting and weird."
I grabbed on to the sheet, pulling it over my chest as I sat up. She arched an eyebrow at me before looking at Emmett. "And what is the meaning of this?"
"Uh…I…" He was blushing painfully red, as was I.
"Well?" She said, tapping her tiny foot against the polished teak floorboards.
"I asked him to, Alice." I said. She was still watching him.
"And you said yes?" She looked at him accusatorily.
"Yes." He sat up, covering himself up to his waist with the sheet to shield his obvious arousal. Alice observed us for a moment.
"This isn't the first time this has happened, is it?" She eyed us appraisingly.
"No." We said in unison. She surprised us both, breaking out into a bubbling laugh.
"Well, I can't really say that I'm surprised." She said to us, shaking her head. "But, if you two are getting back together, I'm definitely moving out of your apartment, Bella. There are a lot of things that I can handle, but hearing my brother moan your name is DEFINITALY not one of them."
"We're not…" I started, but was too embarrassed to finish.
"We're not getting back together. This was just fun." Emmett finished for me.
Alice cocked her head to the side and arched an eyebrow at us. "Emmett, could I speak to you outside on the balcony?" she turned on her heel and marched from the room. He sighed, and stood stepping toward the door.
"Hey Em?" I called out to him.
"Yeah?"
"It's kind of cold outside. You may need some pants."
ALICE'S POINT OF VIEW
I marched out onto the terrace, facing the city lights while I waited for Emmett. Was he retarded? Bella wasn't ready for anything like that. The last thing she needed was stupid 'no-strings-attached' sex with her best friends brother. It had been awkward enough for me when they had been together the first time. God only knows how weird it would have been for me if they had finished what they'd started.
Which is exactly what I told Emmett when he walked out a moment later, pulling a hoodie over his head.
"And, I mean, I understand that you have some crazy libido or whatever, but come on. Bella?" I said, finishing my tirade
He sighed. "Alice, she asked me to. I didn't think she was ready either."
"Hmm, and yet somehow, I found you on top of her."
"OK, so I gave in. So what? It would have been OK." He said, shivering from the cold. I heard the sliding glass door open, and Bella stepped out, wrapped in the comforter from his bed.
"Alice," She said quietly. "It's not his fault. I asked him. Begged, actually." She frowned at herself.
"It's OK, Bella. I understand." Emmett wrapped his massive arm around her shoulders.
"But I don't." she said quietly. "I'm not like that. You guys know I'm not."
"Yeah, I know." I said to her, and Emmett nodded.
"And I probably shouldn't have gone along with it. But I mean, DAMN Bella. How was I supposed to resist that?" He chuckled.
"I think that was the point." I laughed, stepping back into the warmth of the apartment.
"Well then I pity any guy that you have ever tried to seduce. They never stood a chance, huh?" Emmett winked at her while walking in behind me.
We'd all decided to go back to bed, and Emmett decided to sleep in his guest room. Now that we knew Bella was all right, we figured that sleeping on the couch was unnecessary. I stayed with Bella in Emmett's room, making sure she was in a deep enough sleep to stop talking before I finally allowed myself to slip into unconsciousness.
BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW
After breakfast the next day, Alice had begged and pleaded with me to go with her downtown to an art show being held at the museum. We'd wandered for over an hour, looking at sculptures, paintings, stained glass, and jewelry and were nearing the end when Alice stopped dead in front of me.
"Oh.My.God." She said, staring off to her left.
"What?" I peaked around her, and instantly understood.
Sitting in his own booth, leaned back in his folding lawn chair, was Jasper. He was haggling with someone, the paintings price dropping from four hundred dollars to three fifty. I watched a man deposit the wad of bills in his hand before grabbing a small painting off of a display easel. Alice turned on her heel and walked over to him, grinning brightly.
"Hey there." She said coyly.
"Hi. I'm glad you made it."
Ah. So this is why Alice had begged me to come with her today. I looked over at her newest beau, watching them interact. He was even better looking in the daylight, the sunshine from the window catching every facet of his honey blonde hair and glistening in his deep brown eyes. He was slender, but not in the odd, scrawny way that some men were. The hard muscles of his forearms were shielded by his sleeves, rolled half way up his arms. He was quite the specimen, if I do say so myself.
I started looking around the booth, glancing around at the paintings. To say that they were beautiful would be an immense understatement. Superb, maybe was more appropriate. Or perhaps exquisite. The backgrounds were blocks of vibrant colors, chartreuse and magenta, cobalt and sunfire yellow. On top of the bright background were pictures painted in thick black acrylic paint. Some of the pictures were extremely detailed, like the face of a dinner plate dahlia, while others were simple.
One picture, however, stood out from the rest. First off, the background of this picture appeared to be the thick black, rather than the brilliant blood red of the foreground. Another thing I'd noticed was the foreground paint. Unlike the others, where the contrast was stark, making it clear the background paint had dried before the thick paint had been. In this picture, the red and black paint were slightly smeared, as if Jasper could not wait a moment longer to place the subject in the painting on his canvas. But the most prevalent and startling thing of all was the subject.
The painting was of a woman, short and slender. The cigarette pinched between her fingers , the animated expression on her face, the cropped spastic craze that was her hair. There was no doubt about it.
This was a painting of Alice, and a damn good one at that.
ALICE'S POINT OF VIEW
I asked Jasper difficult questions about his medium, his inspiration, his pets, anything that would keep his lips moving. In my questioning, I'd found out that he hated oil paints because of the older look they gave off, that he was inspired by very random things, like the sound of a subway car or the way the leaves blew in the wind before a storm. I learned that lived on the Upper East Side in a brownstone that he shared with his roommate and best friend Edward Masen,(A/N- Who else just did the happy dance? Haha) who played for the New York Philharmonic. He was a pianist, and had an entire room in the house for his piano and other recording equipment.
As we spoke, I watched his eyes flicker over my shoulder, then back to my face, then widen as they darted back over my shoulder.
"That's wet!" he said quickly, and I turned to see Bella, fingers extended toward a painting against the wall of the booth. She flinched back quickly, just millimeters from the edge of the painting. He breathed a loud sigh of relief, then turned back to me and smiled. "Sorry about that."
"Not a problem." I said, ambling over to where Bella stood. I looked at the picture, still shiny in its dampness. It was me, standing outside the restaurant, a cigarette hanging in my hand as I smiled up towards him. The painting was from his vantage point, almost a foot above me looking down. The detail of my face was extraordinary. I turned, openmouthed, to Jasper.
He looked back, unabashed, and pick half of his mouth up into a smile.
"Is that…?" I didn't finish my sentence, but went back to gaping at the picture in front of me.
"Mhmm. I think it turned out pretty well, how about you, Bella?" He asked her, still grinning. Bella looked taken aback that he'd remembered her name, but recovered quickly enough.
"It's beautiful." She said quietly. I nodded in agreement.
"How much?" I asked. This canvas was much larger than the one I'd seen him sell before, and I was pretty sure that I couldn't afford to shell out seven hundred dollars for a painting, but I wanted it. I wanted it bad.
He leaned back a little, rubbing his chin. "For you, it's free."
I felt my eyes widen. "No, I couldn't do that. I just saw someone pay all that money for a painting smaller than this one. I can't take it for free."
"Fine then," he chuckled. "That'll be one dollar, Miss."
I fished a dollar from my purse and handed it to him. I wasn't going to pass up something this spectacular, and I could feel bad about robbing him blind later. For now, I just wanted something of his to call my own.
He stood with his arm at his waist, palm extended, forcing me to take a step towards him. His fingers brushed against mine as he took the dollar. We stood frozen in that spot for a moment, staring at each other. It took a loud "EH-HEM" from an elderly mans throat to break us apart, to whom we both shot an annoyed glance.
"I'll be in touch." He said to me before turning to the man in front of him. I walked over to Bella, grabbing the painting and her hand simultaneously. Just before I stepped out of sight, I shot one last glance to Jasper. He was listening to the man talk animatedly, but glanced up and waved at me. I dropped Bella's hand and waved back, giggling before we started the walk back to our apartment. Bella shook her head and chuckled.
"Wow, Alice. Swoon much?"
BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW
I really had just wanted to get home. My feet felt like they were on fire, as Alice had forced me into a pair of kitten heels, her compromise for me not wearing four inch spikes like she had. I was starving, my head was aching, and I just wanted to get away from all of those people. After a little convincing, Alice decided that she was also ready to head home.
"I think I'm going to put this on my bedroom wall." She mused on our way out to the car.
"But your bedroom walls are bright purple, Alice. Won't the red look a little weird in there?"
"Well, then I'm just going to have to paint my bedroom." She grinned at me as we stepped into the cold winter air. I was still watching her smile, which was probably why I didn't see the bronze haired man until I was flat on my ass on the cold pavement. I heard a loud crack noise, but I could be sure from which of us it came.
"Ow. That's definitely leaving a mark." I rubbed my backside, predicting the bruise that I was sure was forming at that very second. I looked over at my victim and panicked.
He was out cold on the cement.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
I crawled over to him, ignoring the pain in my tailbone as I examined him. There was no visible blood, but he must have cracked his head pretty hard in order to pass out. I could hear Alice, trying not to laugh, asking if she needed to call an ambulance.
"No. We can take him ourselves." I answered quickly. The last time I'd been in an ambulance was after the incident, and I couldn't handle the thought of getting back into one. I stayed with him on the sidewalk, trying to shake him awake, while Alice went to get the car. After ten minutes of struggle and a ten dollar bill to a homeless man for his help, we loaded the man into the back of my car. I sat in the back with him while Alice drove.
"He's breathing, right?" She asked me from the front seat. I bent over, trying to maneuver myself so my breasts didn't land on his face, which was situated in my lap. And I couldn't. So, I listened quickly to the rasping sounds coming from his throat before sitting back up.
"Yes, he's breathing." I said, running a hand through his auburn hair, trying to ignore the screaming pain that radiated from my hip.
"Not that I mind, or anything," A voice finally drifted from the man. "But where exactly are we going?"
"The hospital." I said. He flinched.
"Not so loud, please. I have got a splitting headache." He lifted a hand to rub his temple. "What happened?"
"It was my fault." I whispered. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and I sort of slammed into you."
"I'll say." Alice piped in from the front seat. "You two collided so hard that it sounded like two boulders smashing together. (A/N- Couldn't resist)
We pulled in to the hospital parking lot, swinging around to the emergency center. Alice pulled in to the assisted lane, and a pair of men dressed in scrubs ran out to meet us.
"What happened?" One asked in a loud voice. I watched Edward wince, and replied quietly.
"Are you OK?" The man asked me while the other wheeled Edward through the doors.
"Yeah, I just landed on my butt pretty hard. No big deal." I gasped, the pain making simply functioning unbearable
"You may have cracked your tailbone. I think you should come inside and get an X-ray." He said.
"Really, I'm fine." I assured him. Anything to stay out of the hospital.
"Are you sure?" He asked. The look on his face showed me that he REALLY to get me checked out. Maybe it was the tears streaming down my face from the pain, or perhaps it was the fact that I couldn't sit or stand comfortably.
But it was probably the fact because the moment before I passed out from the pain, I screamed right in his face.
So…yeah…that's it for now.
Next chapter will be of Bella and everyone's favorite ginger in the hospital. Should be interesting.
But, I need to get a new chapter of NJFD out first, so this update probably won't come until later in this week.
Next July Fools Day should be updated around Tuesday, so you'll just have to stew until then.
Kaythanksiloveyoubye.
Reviews would be cool, if you wouldn't mind.
RANDOM SONG CHOICES
Pork and Beans - Weezer
Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional
Paralyzed - The Used
Oh, and, I'd like to just say to anyone that watches Desparate Housewives...
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! FIVE YEARS LATER?! ARE YOU KIDDING?!
OK, I'm done.
Love you a lot,
Mici
