A/N

Okay so I'd like to apologise for the late update, but I do have a reason!

I did finish the chapter awhile ago, but then I accidentily deleted it, so this is a rewritten version. I found out that it is impossible to write the same thing twice.

I'm happy with the chapter, but I have to confess that I don't think it is as good as the original, so I kept trying to improve it, hence the long wait.

But since i have a couple of people asking me o update, i decided to post it, so here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, but im borowing it :)

Warning: there is a lemon in this chapter (My first in detail one) so if you don't like, don't read.

Chapter Two

... Emmett...

I lay on my front across the width of my bed, my legs hanging off the far side, my pillow stuffed beneath my folded arms for something to rest on. I stared endlessly at the digital screen of my alarm clock that rested atop my cluttered desk, willing it to change faster.

01:00

She was so nearly here and yet so far away that it was literally killing me.

Maybe I should just go to her dorm, screw the new girl - she would just have to deal with having no sleep - surely the pros of seeing Rose and most likely getting laid outweighed the con of a pissy new girl?

Speaking of whom, what the fuck was wrong with her at lunch?

Did she get spasms or something?

I mean, she'd kept knocking me in one way or another all the way through dinner, whether it was a kick to my leg, a nudge to my elbow, or a bumb to my shoulder.

It was beyond distracting.

Anybody who knew me knew that you did not get between me and my food without getting on my bad side.

Granted I usually sat next to Rose and if she chose to touch me during a meal it was usually because she wanted to alight a different kind of hunger in me, and so she got away with it - unless there was pie involved. Fuck I loved my pie - and lets face it, she's Rose, she cold probably get away with any fucking thing she chose to do. Murder included. But she'd knee me in the groin for even suggesting it.

But since Lauren was a new girl I'd decided to cut her some slack and accept her erratic movements, despite the guys obvious attenpts to hide their smiles in their food the bastards.

And then she went and spilt ice cold water straight down my top, and they couldn't contain themselves any longer, bursting into hysterical laughter whilst Lauren proceeded to apologetically dry my top with a towel only then to hit that sensitive spot on my right side causing me to shiver and moan, resulting in further laughs from my dickhead friends and a small smile from Lauren who passed me the towel to continue myself.

Thank fuck.

I swear she was determined to humiliate me - but she would gave to do a hell of a lot better than that, she was dealing with a master now. I lived to create humor at the expense of others - not in any hurtful way of course.

When the laughter ceased - only following me giving out rounds of dead arms - jasper decided it was time to lay the flirting on heavy.

And Lauren readily returned it.

However, to me she appeared uninterested, the flirtatious conversation merely an entertainment. It was the sort of thing Rose and Garett, or me and Tanya did, but our brand of 'flirting' was based on familiarity rather than actual want of attention or affection that jasper had. So the whole was kind of uncomfortable.

In actual circumstances I'd never been much of a flirter, simply because I'd never had a way with words. Apart from witty comments, quick jokes and general banter, I was all logic and action- hence why I was kick ass at maths, but I didn't like to broadcast it.

Not being able to flirt had never been a problem though. I'd never had any trouble with the ladies, it was surprising how many took to the direct, no nonsense 'I want you now' approach.

And then their was Rose.

She didn't believe in romantic gestures or gentlemanly charm or loving words, to her that was a load of bullshit and lies that were a waste of her time.

I can remember her first few days at the academy when she literally punched several guys who attempted to woo her, it had been fucking hilarious.

So after that my general directness and lack of crap - her words not mine - had been perfect for her.

I'd effectively snuck passed her Walls and defences and settled in quite comfortably not realising that in the meantime she'd been winding herself around me so tight that she'd consumed me.

And then we were no longer Emmett and Rosalie but 'Em and Rose'.

And she was unarguably and categorically mine.

And though I would be mortified to admit it, I was happily and willingly wrapped around her finger.

Coming out of my thoughts, I focused in the glowing red digits with a bright hope.

01:05

Fuck.

...Lauren...

I sat at my desk in front of the computer, the only sounds in the room were the buzzing of the electricity in the computer cables and the regular tapping my manicured fingers made against the keyboard.

It was past curfew but it wasn't like I gave a shit, I had better things to be doing than sleeping. Currently I was chatting to my friends back home.

Well, I used the term 'friends' very loosely. We were what other, less important people, labelled as the stereotypical 'bitches' of he school. The cliche gorgeous popular cheerleaders with attitude, an active sex life and a passion for gossip who were banded together by those causes. And in a way we were just that, but if those outside people thought that we were friends - they were wrong.

Popularity was a dog eat dog kingdom, and friends didn't exist. Anyone who went into the popular kingdom believing that they did... Lets just say their fantasy wouldn't last a day.

Our motto was simple: every girl for herself. And as such, calartarol damage was expected, you needed to stay at the top to get respect, and you used anyone and everything to get you there.

But it wasn't like you could openly show you were a hateful bitch, because you'd loose the adoration of the nerds and uglies and whoever else there was down there in normal life, so to the outside we named one another friends and when away from the public we could happily pass back the lastsst news, because that friends projection needed some upholding, and though I was no longer there(at the school) my status was still intact. I was good at ruling that kingdom.

I was Lauren Malleroy and nobody messed with me.

So, they told me of the latest couples and breakups, who was seen as 'acceptable' and who had let themselves go, and I proudly and boastfully informed them of Emmett.

God, his name made me hot.

I had to have him.

No, I would have him.

I couldn't think of a time I hadn't got exactly what I wanted. My Dad was a kick ass lawyer and I'd been raised to know how to get what I wanted.

Or, though Daddy dearest would deny it, who I had to fuck to get there.

Emmett probably wouldn't even see it coming. Not that he'd be disappointed, nobody I screwed was ever left unsatisfied.

I can just imagine him in bed all muscle and power and man...

I let my fantasies roam until the high pitched squeal out in the corridor interrupted my thoughts.

My eyes narrowing, I pushed off the desk and got to my feet.

Who the fuck was up at this time?

Stomping angrily to my door in my skimpy pyjamas, I was just about to shove it open and put the bitch in her place when I realised it was Tanya - Not that I couldn't handle her, I just couldn't be bothered with a fight I'd obviously win.

Still, my love for snooping got the better of me and I rested my ear against the dark oak door and listened.

"You're early!" Came another of Tanya's squels

There was the sound of two bodies colliding and a quiet 'oof' at the impact, and then she continued.

"I know I know you've only been gone a couple of days but it feels like longer. I hope it wasn't too bad. Was it? Oh you'll want to talk to him first right? Well you will have to talk to me to- well later today m'kay ?"

There was a laugh- definitely not Tanya's - the sound like goddamn bell chimes, and I knew right then this girl was going to be a pain in my gorgeus ass.

"I missed you too Tanya, but if you want me to live, you need to let go because I can't breathe!" Her voice was fucking perfect, but I took comfort that it lacked my honed sultriness.

"Shut it you love my hugs! I think Em is rubbing off on me, because I'm going to agree that you are great to hug - I think it's your figure, you know the breasts and ass -"

"Tanya!"

"Sorry! I'm horny okay? Maggie's big performance is this week and she's so busy that I havn't gotten any in like forever..."

"Well go now then I mean he'll be here soon anyway."

"Hate to burst your bubble gorgeus but he won't, the new girl got the dorm next to yours."

"oh."

There was such irritation in that single sound that I wanted to scratch little miss bell chimes's eyes out, who did she think she was?

"Yup...you know, you could always do the sneaking, to shake things up a bit, just a thought. Anyway, I am officially dead so goodnight Ro, love ya! Oh, and don't forget showers!"

"I won't, night Tanya." came perfect voice then two doors slammed.

Gritting my teeth I curled my nails into my palms until I knew they would leave crescent marks in my smooth skin. It was weird how I just knew that girl, who I assumed ass the absent Miss Hale, was going to be on the top of my hate list. Mostly because she was firstly, friends with Tanya who currently headed the list, second, she sounded too pretty to not be a problem, though she'd have to be an absolute stunner to contend me, and lastly, she was too sure of herself, though I'd be quick to sort that out.

I padded back to my computer and turned it off, no longer in the mood to pass back fake love to my friends, before slipping under the soft, thick pink duvet.

Letting my mind wander I focused in Emmett.

I couldn't wait to have him in this bed with me. I was sure he'd be the best sex I'd ever had.

With a smile on my face I began to drift towards sleep. Just as I was slipping into oblivion I heard a door open and close again but I was to near sleep to give even one fucking a thought to it.

...Rosalie...

As I tiptoed barefoot, clothed only in one of Em's shirts that came to my mid thighs and some shorts that emphasised my long legs, I prayed nobody found me.

The floor of the corridors varied between rich, smooth oaks and thick, no doubt expensive, carpets and in the darkness I swore the route had gotten longer in my few days away.

The school was so unusual, the building a manor house really. Still, I secretively loved coming back after time away.

It had been home to me for the past three years, and for someone with a fucked up home life like me, Cullen academy had been heaven - still was.

I'd gotten off to a rough start, my beauty was both a gift and a curse in my opinion. It allowed me to get exactly what I wanted and get adoration, but it also drew the attention of every dickhead and asshole in a hundred mile radius so I'd grown up with a hatred for the entirety off the male species, and it immediately put me on the hit list of every other beautiful girl - competition was inevitable.

But they soon learnt.

Victoria, an albeit very sultry redhead in my year had taken it upon herself to publically embarrass me in my first week by tripping me in the canteen and causing me to spill tomato soup down my front.

In the next assembly Miss Denali had encountered technical difficulties with the slideshow and the entire school had seen a video of Victoria with frizzy hair, braces and acne singing fucking horrendously to 'My heart will go on' by Celine Dion.

We'd been enemies ever since.

But Tanya and Kate had found it brilliant and we'd been friends ever since.

Win win if you ask me.

"Crap!" I gasped as I stubbed my toe on a small decorative table - why the hell was it there anyway?

Bastard it hurt.

I hopped the next few metres before Squinting into the darkness. I smiled as I realised I was outside the section of the school dedicated to the boys dormateries. Thank fuck.

I was silent as I slipped past the door that led to Mr and Mrs Cullens quarters, and then proceeded quickly up a flight of stairs, the staircase itself wide and elegant.

I really did owe Em for the number of times he had done this for me.

I made my way down the hall until I found the room I was after.

Tapping quietly on the door, I sighed in frustration when there was no response. Debating for a moment, I resolutely opened it and stepped into the pitch black of the small bedroom and fumbled around for the lightswitch. My hand encountered the small plastic square and I flicked the switch allowing Light to flood the room, so bright that it burned my eyes and made my head ache as I tried to adjust.

"Holy shit Katie what the fu-" Garett cut off mid scentence when he noticed me hovering by the bed. "Rose? Why the hell are you here? Emmett is one of my best mates there's no way I'd ever sleep with you." he accused, his face mockingly condemning.

I laughed and shook my head. "Don't flatter yourself big boy, I'm here to ask a favour."

He narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down. "What do I get out of it?"

This was why me and Garett got along so well, we were both no nonsense - straight to the point. "I'll convince Kate to go on a public date with you."

"Deal!" I laughed. Typical garrett. The sexual tension between him and Kate had been evident from the start. But when she was ready for something serious, he wasn't. He lived to regret it. She tortured him, coming to his room at nights - though they wouldn't admit it - but flirting with every other guy during the day.

"Great, now can you just get Jazz and go sleep in Edwards room."

"why?" I stared at him with a pointed look. "oh." he threw back his covers and pulled on a t shirt before leading the way out of his room. He didn't stop before heading straight into Jasper's room.

There was a scuffle, some harsh whispers, a thud followed by a curse and then Garrett reappeared with jasper thrown over his shoulder in a firemans lift. "have a good night Rose," Garrett said cheerfully whilst jasper just glared.

Biting my lip I turned to face the door at my back, a shiver of anticipation running through my body.

Without delay I opened the door, closing it behind me only to walk straight into a wall of hot muscle. "fuck! Why do I keep walking into things today!" I muttered and was rewarded with a deep chuckle that I felt through my entire body and strong arms encircling my waist.

I tilted my head back and looked up at him. His green eyes alight and his dark curly hair messy, his muscled body clothed only in boxers.

He was gorgeus. And mine.

"Hey handsome." I whispered.

"Hey there beautiful." I smiled and then his mouth was on mine. Slow at first but getting hotter and deeper as his tounge probed my mouth, tangling with my own.

When his mouth left mine I whimpered quietly but he quickly lifted me up, familiarity had me wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs his waist. I sought his mouth again, shifting against him slightly then - oh - his unashamed hardness pushed up against me just right and I rolled my hips causing him to groan, his hands clenching on my hips.

"God I missed you," he whispered huskily whilst rocking my body against him, "you're not going for that long again." I nodded in agreement as he backed me against the door until I was trapped between the cold hard wood and his warm sexy body.

I ran my hands through his hair, claiming them with a tug, bringing my lips back to his and grinding against him. Growling, he thrust against me roughly and oh god it felt good.

His hands cupped my ass, angling me so he thrust against me just right.

"Emmett!" I moaned, his lips lowering to my pulse and sucking in time with his thrusts. "Em, bed," I gasped shuddering against him and knowing damn well where this was going.

I moaned louder as he landed on me a second later, the softness of his bed under my back, the hard ridge of his erection pressed against me just right, my hips shifting to feel more.

"Missed you so much." I gasped as he thrust against me once again with a grunt. His lips claimed mine again, his hands slipping beneath the t-shirt I wore, his fingers trailing across my skin. I knew him well enough that I could practically feel his control slipping.

It empowered me that knowledge, that i affected him as much as he did me.

He pulled back when he found my breasts - bare, "tease." he murmured whilst rolling the peaked nipples until my back arched and I moaned his name.

Quickly, he tugged the top off, his mouth coming to the taught peaks "oh fuck." I moaned rocking against his hardness, needing more.

"Rose." he moaned pressing down firmly and rotating his hips so I could feel all of him.

I whimpered wrapping my legs around his waist firmly and grinding against him, a load moan coming from my throat.

Groaning, he stroked off my legs only to hook his fingers in the shorts and drag them down, leaving me bare before him.

"Fuck, you're so-"

"Don't." I stopped him, words weren't our thing, never had been, and after the weekend I'd had I didn't need more endearing comments. I needed my Emmett to do what only he could - love me wordlessly and perfectly and mindblowingly. "Don't - just show me."

His eyes found mine, a heat in them that set me alight, a slow nod to tell me he understood and then his hand found me and began stroking "So wet," he murmered, pushing two fingers into me, drawing a wanton cry from my mouth, "and tight." he continued.

His fingers teased and pleasured me expertly until i shouted his name and writhed beneath him, pleasure coursing through my body as I reached that peak.

"Fuck." he whispered, withdrawing his hands whilst I rode the waves of ecstasy. I was somewhat aware of him removing his boxers swiftly, and then he was pushing his legnth into me before I had chance to recover from my first climax.

Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him and he slid deeper, oh god deeper.

"Ah!" My back arched and I cried his name out loud enough that I knew sending garrett and jasper away had been a good decision.

"Shit - easy, Rose." Em moaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as I raked my nails down his back.

"I can't - I need, oh fuck!" I'd never get used to how good he felt, my body stretching to accommodate him in sharp pleasure. It was a raw, primal thing I couldn't contain. "Em - please!" I whimpered.

Finally, he withdrew slowly, then thrusted forward roughly making me gasp and moan.

Soon, we formed a rhythm, fast and hard, with a need that ran in my very cells. He was so deep that I felt branded and claimed. But the way his eyes found and held mine, it made the act so tender that I felt as if I was on fire.

"I love you." I moaned as he pushed into me again, he shuddered, because we didn't say it often - there was no need, we showed it in our everyday actions.

"I love you, Rose." he gritted out, his muscles tense as he held on. "you close?" he panted, his right hand reaching down to stroke me once more.

"Emmett!" I cried, pleasure shooting through me.

Yes, I was close, and he knew it for his response was to rotate his hips roughly as he entered, effectively pushing me over the edge.

My world splintered.

His name a shout on my lips.

I could feel Em continue to thrust into me, letting me ride out my pleasure.

Coming back down, I caressed that well known spot on his right hand side.

And that was it.

His body tensed and shuddered above me, my name a groan on his lips.

Afterwards, I curled into him, my back to his chest, his warm body a security I'd never accepted from anyone, our fingers locked tightly in a trust he'd earned long ago.

"Thank you." I whispered, knowing that he'd understand it wasn't for the sex, it was about him being there for me, so he didn't answer, except to squeeze my hand.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he murmured into my hair a short while later.

I twisted in his arms to look him in the eyes, "it's always the same, I just can't stand them. Nothing I ever do will ever be good enough, not unless I marry some pretentious bastard with money and 'dignity' and become some pathetic house wife. I spent the entire wedding being introduced to cocky assholes who thought they could buy me. Sometimes I wish I was hideous, then at least they wouldn't want me, and my parents wouldn't bother trying to sell me. I don't know how my sister did it, you should see her pervert of a husband." I seethed.

"Hey, calm down." he ran his fingers through my hair soothingly and kissed my forehead, "you don't have to go alone you know." he said, his hand stroking my hip in a calming pattern.

I didn't respond at first. We both knew that he could have come and it wasn't that I didn't need him there, and despite the fact my family probably wouldn't have let him in the door, that wasn't the reason I hadn't taken him. "I don't want them to meet you because you won't want anything to do with me once you meet my family. You'll either be so disgusted with how they act and how I can act, or they'll drive you away with all their degrading comments." I said, my voice vulnerable in a way no one else ever heard. But Em deserved to get the truth from me.

"It would take more than that Rosie, I'm afraid you're stuck with me." he declared, his mouth finding mine and kissing me deeply, the possession in it blatant and unapologetic.

When we parted, I smiled, burying my face in his chest. "hmm, I'll hold you to that." I responded, snuggling against him as he chuckled, his arms around me forming a haven in which I felt so safe and protected. I fell asleep in that warmth, happy and satisfied...

"Rose...Rosie...baby..."

I rolled away from him with a huff.

"Rose we have school today." he argued.

"I don't give a fuck." I muttered and he chuckled.

"If you don't get up babe, I'll make you."

I opened one eye to look into his mischievous face and I knew he was being serious. "Fine!" I said throwing back the navy cover and standing up, stretching out catlike, the low groan in Em's throat let me know he liked what he saw. Glancing at him tauntingly, I walked to his wardrobe and started searching for some clothes that would get me from here to my room.

Finally deciding on some of my old sweat pants - I often left bits of my things in here - and Em's shirt from last night, I got dressed, turning to find Em watching me appreciatively.

"A picture would last longer." I commented, climbing into his lap.

"A picture would never capture you right."

"Smooth." I replied, wrapping my arms round him.

"It's a skill, want me to walk you over?" I thought about it for awhile and came to the conclusion that it wasn't necessary.

"No, but save me a seat at breakfast?"

"'Course." Nuzzling into my neck he kissed the sensitive skin there before squeezing my ass. "babe if you dont go now - you're not going at all." he said into my hair and I laughed, purposefully grinding against him before I got up.

I kissed him quickly and then left the room before he convinced me to stay, because that has happened before.

As predicted, the walk back was much shorter in daylight, and when I passed the table where my toe had taken a bruising, it looked so small and delicate that I couldnt believe I'd actually walked into it.

Making it back to my dorm, I grabbed a towel, clothes and my wash bag and then gathered up Tanya and Kate and together we headed to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

It was routine for us, the shower in the morning. It was when we did most of our talking because so few people took their showers then. Hot water was almost impossible to get at this time in the morning, but we'd worked out that the shower in the far corner could be counted in to supply full time hot water, and so we gathered by that and took turns showering, meanwhile talking about anything and everything.

Then, we dressed, did our hair and makeup for the day, put our stuff back in our dorms and headed to the dining hall for breakfast.

We were some of the last - as usual - and the hall was full when we arrived.

Walking on our usual route we moved towards our table. Only to see an - annoyingly pretty - brunette in high heeled boots, a mini mini skirt and tight top, with her arms around Em's neck.

I froze.

Red across my vision.

Fuck no.

a/n ...thats my first full detail lemon, so im a bit nervous about it.

But, let me know what you think, hopefully the claws are coming out next chapter!