Bella awoke to the unmistakable sound of fighting. She opened the door and crept down the hall, peering into the room Emmett and Rosalie shared. Emmett didn't even look at her when he spoke, all his attention focused elsewhere.

"Bells! Perfect! Grab a controller and drop in! I'm sick of facing off against the damned machine, and Rosie never wants to play." Despite herself, she grinned and walked forward. She'd never played many video games, but she'd always wanted to. Sitting down in an overstuffed chair, she picked up the wireless controller and stared in confusion at the white remote-looking object.

"Um, Emmett...how does this work?" He put the game on pause and leapt over to her, picking her up and standing her on her feet so he could show her how to hold it properly. She couldn't help the way she tingled when he touched her, the way her cheeks flushed, and she knew he could tell. But, true to the agreement, he never did more than instruct her in playing the game.

"Okay, hold the Wii-mote out in front of you. Point it at the TV. See that little black bar on top of the set? That's the sensor. That's how the system knows what you're doing with the controller." He picked up his own controller and took the game off pause to demonstrate. "See how my character swings the lightsaber when I swing my arm? Okay, now that other little controller with the joystick, that's the nunchuck controller. That's how you move around. Forward, back, left, right. Now, when I move my character at the same time I swing the Wii-mote, watch what happens." On screen, the little cartoon guy jumped to the side and swung the lightsaber in an arc. "Now, you try. I won't attack. You need to get used to the way it works."

Bella, feeling slightly sheepish but curious about this new realm of video games, swung her arm. She used her thumb to move her little person around the screen, swinging and leaping while Emmett gave her pointers.

"Not such a wide swing - you don't have to try and decapitate anything. A gentle wrist flick will work. Now, to the side and swing down - yeah, like that. You're a natural at this, Bells!" She blushed with the praise and did her best not to let him see how difficult it was to keep her balance and coordination while simultaneously flinging her arm around and wiggling the joystick. All of her concentration was on this, so she completely missed the way he eventually went silent, watching her, his eyes following her every movement, tracing her slender form as she bounced and twisted.

"Hey. I think I'm getting the hang of this!" Her voice was full of surprise and pride, but when she turned to her companion to get confirmation she was struck motionless by the unbridled desire in his eyes. Just then the Wii-mote went sailing out of her grasp and she had the wildly random thought that maybe she should have put the safety strap around her wrist. She cringed in anticipation of the upcoming crash and squeezed her eyes closed, but all was quiet. Cautiously opening one eye she saw Emmett standing across the room, her escaped controller in one big hand, eyes glowing as he watched her. Emmett - big, rowdy Emmett, who was married to what Bella felt had to be the most beautiful woman to walk the earth in any form - was staring at her like he wanted to throw her down and have his way with her right there in the middle of his bedroom floor. She tried to say something but no words would come out. Instead she could only watch as, purpose in his bearing, he walked towards her.

While Edward was having his chat with Alice, the remaining Cullens were having their own little soiree. Jasper was filling them in on exactly what had happened that first night.

"I almost lost it...I couldn't control myself. It took everything I had just to stay still - there was no hope that I could have backed off. I was terrified if I moved at all I would lose it completely and just drain her."

"So what stopped you? Was it Alice?" Esme's eyes were wide and concerned. Carlisle, who had witnessed the entire scene, stayed quiet as he heard it from his son's viewpoint.

"It was Bella."

"Bella?" Esme's voice was surprised. Jasper nodded.

"She was terrified at first, but then I saw her fear just...go away. I don't know how she did it." Jasper's eyes focused far away, remembering, and he laughed in quiet amazement. "But then she told me if I was going to kill her I'd better at least finish fucking her first." Carlisle chuckled while Esme gasped in delighted shock. "It was the most...difficult...mind-boggling...erotic experience I've ever had."

"So, what, she talked you down?" Esme asked. Carlisle at this point couldn't help but chime in.

"No...I'd say she turned his lust on his hunger and made them fight it out. One minute I'm standing there in horror knowing, without a doubt, that I'm going to have to explain Bella's death to Edward, and the next minute I'm watching in pure shock as she's on top of Jasper and his eyes are slowly coming back into focus. It apparently had a similar effect on Alice as well."

"What had a similar effect one me?" the vampire in question asked as she rejoined the trio.

"Bella bringing me out of my hunger." Alice shivered.

"God, that was so scary. I thought I was going to lose it. I thought for SURE Jazz was going to snap. Between her lust and her blood...it was so intoxicating. Bella is one amazing human." Her voice was full of pride and love for her friend.

"That she is," agreed Esme.

"So how do you think she's doing with Em and Rose?" They all looked at Alice. For a moment she was silent, and then a huge grin crossed her pixie features.

"Oh, she'll get along great!"

Rosalie's thoughts were in an uproar. It wasn't enough that everyone wanted to coddle and cherish this human girl, but now they wanted to screw her too? She paced the kitchen, back and forth, trying to collect herself. Even her man, her Emmett. She wasn't by nature a jealous creature, and they had enjoyed many other pairings over the last decades, but she just couldn't understand his fascination for Bella. ~She's kind and beautiful, and except for Alice and Jazz, completely untouched. Who wouldn't want to enjoy that?~ her mind interjected. She told it to shut up and kept pacing.

From upstairs came the sound of Emmett playing his new game. Rosalie sighed. Maybe she should go find a book. Or practice her archery - not that she needed to practice, but the thought of firing arrows into a defenseless hay bale was very soothing. She heard her husband greet Bella, invite her to play the Wii, and that decided her. ~Let them have their video games. I need to go clear my mind.~ Snatching her bow from its hanging place near the back door, she darted out into the forest.