A/N : I own a lot, if not all of the things mentioned in this chapter. What I don't own? Sadly, that's Twilight. Because S. Meyer owns that, and I just play with the characters…and possibly make them have hot sex with the wrong, non-canon pairing.
And these cigarettes…I don't really like this flavour – I mean, they're fine, but I hope this chapter is better.
Hoosier Mama beta, queenofgrey pre-reads. I'm hoping they both still like this story, and that the author isn't a pain as she usually tends to be.
Arome de l'Attraction
The intensity of the moment wasn't something they cared about. It was as if it wasn't there, a line that was already crossed and forgotten about.
They kept kissing, lips on lips and tongues battling for dominance. Emmett loved this game, yet he let Bella win – he earned moans from her every time she did.
Unconsciously, his hand was going back and forth between her pussy and…well, he did not need clarification on what he was doing down there, because Bella was slowly going breathless. She sighed and took sharp intakes of breath.
"Take my pants off," Bella said, trying to sound less desperate but failing miserably.
Emmett took a second to look at her flushed cheeks, her half-opened eyes and her perfect lips hanging slightly open, breathing in and out at a fast rate.
He slid her pants off, Bella helping by shrugging out of them quickly, and soon after they were off – the two of them were in the same position again. Emmett caught a whiff of the scent he had been aiming for by rubbing and groping her – arousal.
Bella didn't hesitate to stare down at the bulge in his pants, either, during this second.
They were both so ready for it, but wanted to tease each other. Two like minds.
Emmett took control of the situation; he stood up and pulled her on top of him, his back against the soft rug. Bella gasped at the sudden contact that was added – she loved it. They were perfectly aligned, and if they didn't have any clothes on, Bella wouldn't have waited any longer.
"Take control, Bella," he whispered, gasping. "You know you want it."
And she did.
She straddled his hips, her knees digging into the floor, and hovered her lips over his; so close, yet so far at the same time. She flicked her tongue at his lower lip, and he shuddered – he loved it. He loved it so much, he never wanted Bella to change back to who she was before. New Bella was so much better. His mouth opened slightly, and Bella finally took her first move.
Her tongue was in a wrestling match with his, massaging, teasing and playing around, but in such a manner that made the straining in Emmett's pants unbearable. Her hands were both in his hair, massaging his scalp gently, yet thorough enough for him to groan. He wanted his pants off too, he wanted to feel more skin, more friction, more –
She removed her mouth off his, and he tried hard not to whimper at the loss.
"What are you doing to me, Bella Swan?" he muttered, but Bella heard him – she wasn't sure if she was meant to hear it, or if it was just something Emmett was thinking out loud.
She stood up, their bodies not touching anymore, and that felt even worse for Emmett. He liked the contact, the feelings she gave him, the way her skin felt against his, the friction – oh, the friction, his thoughts screamed at him.
"Stand up," she commanded, and he followed her instruction. He didn't want to piss her off now, it was way too risky.
"What are we doing?" he asked, confused. A second ago, they were making out.
"We're getting dressed up," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, their faces close to each other.
He lifted her up and she giggled, her legs almost wrapped around his waist Emmett knew the pleasure both of them could get from this position, especially against a wall and –
"Stop thinking dirty things, Emmett Cullen," she snapped into his thoughts before they got very explicit.
"Good idea," he agreed, pressing his lips to her once, twice, three times…he lost count until the current kiss was getting heated up, but Bella pulled back from his face.
"Get dressed?" she reminded him.
"Oh, come on, where would we go at…" he glanced at the large clock propped up on a shelf in the large bookcase against the whole wall of the living room "almost 10 o'clock?"
"For a walk," she simply answered, but her voice meant more. Her voice knew there was more than just 'a walk'.
"Okay," he agreed, not letting her go until they reached her bedroom, where he put her down after he pushed the door open with his leg.
The moment was suddenly weird, like when you leave your date at the door and there's that uncomfortable silence…the tension that arises before a possible kiss, maybe? Even though Emmett and Bella were past that, it was still so sticky in the air with this sudden uncomfortable feeling.
Bella chose to end it, kissing his lips again swiftly, gently, almost too teasingly for it to be a simple lip contact.
"Now go get dressed up nicely," she instructed, swatting at his ass hard, but it would feel so gentle to Emmett.
"Sir, yes, sir," Emmett replied quietly and lowly close to her face, and tricked her, because he swatted her ass too. He loved the panties she was wearing – they looked like a simple white cotton pair of panties, but random things and little scribbles were drawn on them.
He closed the door upon his exit, and Bella sighed. Her dirty thoughts actually wanted him to stay, so she could strip for him and maybe they wouldn't even think about going out anymore. Now, why would she say that they were going to go out, anyway? Summer nights in Athens were still hot, even if the darkness took away the sun, the supposed heat maker in this city.
Which brought her to another thought: what would she wear? She certainly wasn't the type of person that was dress-to-impress – that was Rosalie, who had tried to do that on a date with Emmett – unfortunately for her, it never worked out. Rosalie, and both Emmett and Bella knew this, was high-maintenance and very demanding in a relationship – and Emmett was definitely not looking for that.
She finally chose a summer dress, which would be okay in such hot weather. After all, the warm night didn't require any jacket, so her toned arms would be exposed. Bella didn't mind showing off some skin, like a typical shy, innocent girl would – it was a trick she learned from Rosalie. It was never slutty to show off what you work religiously on, so why wouldn't Bella want to expose her arms? It's not as if she were wearing a deep V-neck, or a mini skirt.
Pulling the dress over her lace bra and mismatched panties, she kept her hair loose – isn't that what Emmett wanted? To leave her hair down? Well, he would get it, because even if she couldn't agree to that phrase, this summer dress required her hair down.
She emerged from her room, spraying some Black XS on her neck and behind her ears, and was prepared to call out Emmett's name, when she saw him emerge too.
He was wearing a different pair of jeans, darker and more formal, if that was even possible with jeans. He wore a crisp white button-up, the top three buttons exposing his broad, ripped chest he always worked out. The contrast of the colour of his shirt and his skin was amazing, contrasting his light tan perfectly.
"Well, you look beautiful, Miss Swan, I must say."
Bella blushed. "You don't look bad yourself, Emmett Cullen."
Emmett came forward, closing up a considerable amount of the distance between them. "So, where are we going?"
"I was thinking of taking a walk down Glyfada, maybe window shop?" she asked, wanting to make it a statement, but it ended up like a question.
"Sounds good. Let's go." He offered his hand and she took it. He lifted her hand and kissed the back of her palm courteously, and she smiled. She loved it when men were nice to her, but she secretly knew that Emmett could easily beat all the men she had ever been with.
The door clinked shut, and they were off.
~*~
"You're not fair, Emmett!" she said, giggling while Emmett stole another kiss from her.
"And why not, lovely?"
"Because…" she trailed off, not really knowing what to say. "Because you're not!"
Of course he wasn't fair. He had her up against the wall, probably a dirty one too, and was whispering all these amazing things in her ear…and she couldn't take that. Whispers were her weakness, and Emmett knew that – obviously, something he heard off the other receiver of the phone once while Bella was talking to Rosalie.
"You like this," he teased.
She sighed. "I do."
"Then why fight it?"
"Why not?" she replied, smiling devilishly.
"Because you want this."
"I –"
She was cut off by his lips smashing gently into hers – and well, she welcomed the fun distraction. They got hungrier by the second, and this didn't bother either of them – the pleasure was all theirs, and they wanted more.
More.
More.
And they both knew that they were going to make it come true.
"Wait," she gasped against his lips, his tongue still circling her soft skin, "we need to be…in control – at least on the street."
He laughed, pressing his forehead against hers. "I can be in control, but you won't like it. 'Cause you love the contact, and I can do amazing things to…you," he rasped slowly, showing importance to all the right words and that made Bella close her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Control," she said aloud as if it were a mantra.
"Control," he agreed. It was going to be his mantra too, but he didn't want to keep it. All the things he wanted to do to Bella…would wait, he decided. Not for long, but they would.
He took a step away from Bella and grabbed her hand.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Window shopping? The bar isn't open yet."
Emmett was right, Bella realized, after taking a glance at her Folli Follie watch. "Sure. La Senza has sales starting Monday, so I definitely want to take a look at their window. You okay with that?"
"I would be," he replied smiling, obviously realizing that she wanted to tease him.
And two could play this game.
Hands clutched tightly, they paced forward and crossed the street towards La Senza, where the window was lit with bright, neon pink colours and had large stickers indicating sales starting on Monday.
"I really like that." Bella pointed at a lingerie set, and Emmett's eyes bulged. He'd like that on Bella. A lot.
"Uh…yes. I like that, though."
Bella stifled a cough. "I-I see. They're on sale, so I'll buy them on Monday."
Emmett wanted to fist pump and yell in happiness. Instead, he calmed himself down and turned to look at Bella. "I want to see them on you."
She smiled, and yes, it was devilish. "I'd like to show them to you." Her eyebrow arched, and Emmett moved closer to her.
"I definitely wouldn't like it if you didn't." His arms wrapped around her waist.
"I would have to enjoy them by myself – we don't want that." She giggled.
"We don't," he agreed, his voice firm.
And their lips joined once again, the dance of their mouths making their tongues twist and turn, moans eliciting, sparks flying…
The feelings that erupted in between them should be illegal, because they were so strong, so passionate – it was amazing.
"You don't get it how bad I want you," he said, taking a sharp intake of breath at his own words. Did I just say that?
"You don't know how wet I am right now, I can't take this anymore."
He gasped. "I…I can't take you right here, as much as I'd want to."
She took a step back. "We should cool off, Emmett. It's almost impossible to be around you without wanting to jump you."
He grinned that panty-dropping smirk. "The feeling's mutual, babe. Now, how about we go to our bar? I'm sure our favourite table is free."
His suggestive tone blew his cover, but Bella knew it was on purpose. "And that would be because…?"
"Because I made reservations. Plan or no plan of releasing the inner, crazy-sexy Bella Swan, I would have still taken you out for drinks – even though that didn't mean having hot sex with you tonight."
She laughed. "Thank your lucky stars that plans have changed."
"Oh, believe me, I'm paying sacred tribute to them," he said, grabbing her by her torso and they both strutted forward towards their favourite bar in Glyfada.
A/N: So…FGB Eclipse? I submitted an offer for 10 authors in need of a beta. It's crazy, but I'm doing it. I can't write this summer, but I will beta. Beta, beta, beta.
Now, show me the love and/or have for this chapter. I'm sorry it's been so long.
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