Disclaimer: I do not own 'Twilight' or any of zee characters!
Rating: M (Seth is ticklish and Emmett...is kinky)
Pairing: Seth/Emmett, Jake/??
Hey there! Here's the update! and from now on, unless my schedule changes, I will be posting as many story updates as I can on the weekends so it will be less stress on me and I can give you some amazing content!!! Have a fantastic week! Light kink (if you call licking as such) and tickles!! anda Lime!
Enjoy!
Seth
Rosalie was very beautiful but very closed…the only way I can really put it. She didn't rush me like practically every other member of her family when Emmett peeled me off of his back in the middle of the family room, and she didn't seem very welcoming.
Alice kissed me on both cheeks while chattering away that we would be really good friends and her mate Jasper politely shook my hand. He seemed a little tense but Emmett had whispered that although I didn't smell the most appealing, I still had blood pumping in my veins. That was all I needed to understand Jasper's struggle--human blood drove him a little crazy.
Carlisle reminded me a lot of my own dad, but he was refined in obvious ways my dad hadn't been which made me smile. My dad was a rougher sort by heart you could say. Carlisle's wife Esme was the sweetest woman I'd ever met and by the way she hugged me and talked about Emmett, I could tell she was also a really good mom. I had to ask if she'd been a mother before she was…you know.
"Yes, but only for a short time," she'd said, sounding really sad, "my son was just a few days old when he died." I felt like such a jerk but she'd reassured me that she could barely remember much about being human and that it was a wound healed ages ago. "But I have such wonderful children now it makes me happy," she'd added, giving me a hug. I told Emmett he was so lucky to have such a wonderful mom.
Edward was the most striking of Emmett's siblings, his hair was a really weird auburn-bronze color. He shook my hand, saying it was a pleasure to meet Jacob's little brother. I grinned, realizing he was the one Jake had imprinted on. He'd done good from what I could tell because Edward was very polite and seemed to have some mystery about him.
"Thanks," he quietly replied, startling me. Did he just--could he--? "He has the annoying ability to read the minds of those around him," Emmett stage-whispered, making Edward frown. I laughed, the look suited him. Suddenly Jacob came running out of what I guessed was the kitchen because he was freaking out about the stove catching on fire.
In the blink of an eye, both Edward and Esme disappeared with Jake right behind them. I counted to five in my head, not being able to help the amused smile on my face when he poked his head back through the doorway, "Hey Seth!"
"Hey Jake," I chuckled, shaking my head as Emmett pulled me down to sit with him on the very comfy white couch behind us. "Esme has been teaching Jake to cook," Alice offered, claiming the loveseat with Jasper. I noticed that Rosalie had disappeared and I got the feeling it was because of me.
"Yeah," I replied, biting my bottom lip distractedly. Maybe Emmett had assumed Rosalie was okay with my imprinting on him. "Hey," he called quietly, turning my face to meet his honey eyes, "what's wrong?" I didn't want to upset him but when he growled before leaping off of the couch and pinned me to the ground, I breathlessly answered with, "I think Rosalie doesn't like me as much as you thought."
Then…he rolled his eyes shaking his head and smiling. "Rose will take some time to warm up to you…to this. We've been together for a little over fifty years and when a friendship plus a marriage lasts that long, sometimes feelings need time to adjust too." Wow. That was deep and also short-lived because he looked up at Jasper and asked if he'd said it right.
So much for self-discoveries.
"As right as you ever will," the tense vampire said, giving me a friendly wink. I grinned, feeling better already. I learned that Jasper also had a…talent, I guess, like Edward. He could feel and influence the emotions of people. Cool right? But maybe not as cool as laser vision…or turning invisible…or…well anything like that.
"So," I hedged, still pinned underneath Emmett's decidedly massive body, "you two were only friends this entire time?" Faster than I had time to really adjust (I swear he's going to get puked on one day), Emmett had me standing upright again. "Friends and…partners. We'll still be friends though."
And somehow, that didn't make me feel jealous or overprotective like the others explained imprinting makes you feel. I could accept that Rosalie would take time to warm up to me and that Emmett would still be her friend.
I just didn't know if I would be able to avoid being Alice's new guinea pig….
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After dinner (which Jacob burned but Esme saved), Emmett and I snuck away to one of the guest rooms on the second floor. I was surprised to see that there was actually a bed in the room and that it didn't look like any guest room I've ever seen. To put it lightly, the room looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel.
"Impressed are we?" I looked up to see Emmett sprawled out on his back in the middle of the bed. I swallowed, suddenly feeling…strange. "Close the door," he demanded, voice lower than normal. I did it without much of a second thought, except that I was curious to know what he was planning.
I felt awkward, I mean…it isn't like I didn't just meet the man or anything. Like, actually had a real conversation…without silence…or biting…or…other things like that. I couldn't think straight with him looking at me like that, or his with his unique scent all over the place. Is it just me or was I smelling something a bit more…spicier than that? More…primal.
"You should get over here before I get up and bring you myself," came that voice again that had me on top of him and kissing him like he was the water and I was the dehydrated hiker in the middle of the Sahara. His hands were in my hair, tugging and making me moan into his mouth.
No, I do not have a fetish…it just felt good.
"You have pretty hair," he whispered when I pulled apart from his lips to catch some air. I let out a breathy laugh, placing gentle quick kisses along his jaw. His humor came at the most random moments in life. He groaned when I kissed the pressure point on his neck, surprised he felt something there. "You're very sensitive," I pointed out, bursting into a fit of giggles which were not girly, when his fingers dug into my sides.
He rolled us both over, keeping up the tickle attack until I was coughing for breath and had tears streaming down my face. "You're very sensitive," he mocked, sticking his tongue out. I leaned up, touching it with the tip of my own tongue. "And kinky too," he muttered before pulling me in for another mind-blowing kiss.
When I felt him tugging on my shirt I shifted so he could pull it off over my head and throw it in some random corner. My heart was hammering faster than usual but I took it as a good sign. At least I didn't feel like I was making a mistake. He trailed kisses down my neck, pausing when I let out a laugh. I glared at him until he got the hint and went back to kissing me--it isn't my fault I'm ticklish.
I could feel the scrape of his teeth at the juncture between my shoulder and neck, right above where he'd bitten me the last time. "Just do it," I grunted, not liking that he'd stopped. But he didn't move. I glanced down at his face to see him staring at the mark that was still there. Suddenly, Emmett was a stranger again.
"Maybe I should go," I sighed after several minutes ticked by, pushing him to move so I could find my shirt in the corner. He sat back and watched quietly as I pulled my shirt back on and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to put some sort of order back to it. My hand was on the doorknob when I decided maybe he snapped out of it but when I saw him he was still sitting there blankly staring right back.
Embarrassed and completely ashamed, tears prickled in my eyes as I growled at him, "You know maybe you could let someone know when you aren't serious about them imprinting on you so making myself look like an ass can be avoided!" Just when I was about to slam the door shut after I got into the hallway, I felt myself being yanked backwards and flung on the bed.
"Get off," I yelled, moving my face so he couldn't get to my mouth. Of course he was stronger than me and of course I didn't want him to move…but my feelings were hurt. When he tried to kiss me again I slapped him across the face, feeling both happy and a little remorseful when his head turned at the force of it.
"What was that for?" he wailed incredulously, eyes burning with anger and…lust? What the--!? "You explain why you were practically throwing me out," I huffed, crossing my arms and looking anywhere but at him. I'll admit it was a little awkward the position we were in. I was on my back looking up at him while he was straddling my hips…awkward.
His facial expression changed though his eyes still held that odd expression…. Anyway, he was grinning this wide grin that had me feeling a little unnerved…I just had to imprint on a sadistic, masochistic, kinky vampire. Huh.
Leaning down he blew in my face, causing me to forget momentarily why I was so upset. Sweet breath is a blessing you know. Licking my left earlobe, I squirmed at the contact, arching my back up off of the bed at the ticklish, yet pleasurable feeling he caused. "You know," his voice was low and rough, "some call it rejection," he paused to rip my shirt off completely, sparing none of the cotton as it gave to the pressure of his hands. I let out a really loud moan as he licked all the way from the waistline of my jeans to the mark on my left shoulder.
Definitely kinky.
"I," he went on, scraping his teeth over the scar, "call it foreplay." My back arched off of the bed, my hands fisted the sheets beneath me and Emmett growled at the loud moan that rushed from my mouth as his teeth sank into my skin yet again.
No one came to check on us for the rest of the night, and by the time I made it home (in the crack of dawn) I was so exhausted and worn out that I didn't even argue with my mom that I was grounded. But when she asked what happened to my shirt, I blushed and mumbled that I'd lost it in the forest. She gave me a look but let me go to bed, seeing how tired I was. I was asleep before I even hit the pillow, dreaming about Emmett and how he'd taught me to learn how to like foreplay.
And everything else that went with it.
(A/N: That's as close as I can get to a lemon...which is a lime for now. But if this story goes on longer than 3 chapters I'll work on one.)
