Rosalie and Emmett

Rosalie's POV

I pushed my long blonde hair behind my back with the back of my hand, ensuring not to get any oil into it, as I slid from beneath my red convertible. I stood up swiftly and sniffed the air absentmindedly as I rubbed my hands with a yellow cloth, removing any oil that would somehow always manage to get onto my pristine clothes. As I inhaled I suddenly caught the scent of flowers, roses to be precise, their delicate aroma caressing my senses soothingly. Esme must be planting some roses into the garden was my initial reaction; my adopted mother always liked to add new colours and fragrances to her little slice of heaven. I stood still for a moment, closed my eyes and allowed myself a small moment of peace, a moment of complete carelessness where I cold relax and leave all worry behind. That was when I heard him approach.

I turned, agonisingly slowly, towards my visitor, knowing that he was already grinning from cheek to cheek. I opened my eyes and gazed at my husband, the one man that I loved, the man that protected me, or so he liked to think. His eyes were wide with anticipation and his grin was showing off his pearly white teeth in a huge smile. It was infectious and I instantly joined him in the unknown reason for happiness, moving ever closer to him. I could see that he was holding something behind his back, something that he was desperately trying to keep from me; I raised an eyebrow in its direction, asking my unspoken question.

"Hey honey, I thought I'd come and see how you were doing", he moved back slightly as he spoke and I stopped, forcing my curiosity aside.

"Okay", I tried to peer around his huge frame but he manoeuvred away from me, "What's that?" I cocked my chin towards the hidden bundle.

"Oh this? Nothing, nothing", his grin widened and I pounced for the mystery behind his back, snatching it swiftly from his grasp.

I bit my bottom lip as the scent of the ruby red flowers encased me, stronger than before, making my head swim with their glorious aroma. "They're beautiful", he lowered his gaze slightly as I spoke and I was certain I saw him pout slightly before replying,

"You weren't supposed to see them yet"

"Well then you shouldn't have brought them here, should you?" Emmett's mouth twitched and he raised his amber eyes, meeting my own with a mischievous glint.

"Do you like them? They're roses, 'cause you're my rose"

Instead of answering I swung the roses onto the hood of the car and looped my arms around his neck, locking my lips with his. He wrapped his huge arms around my waist and lifted me onto another of the cars sitting in the garage. I lay back onto the bonnet and he pressed his hands to either side of my hips; Emmett leaned down and kissed me firmly, claiming my lips with his, merging them into one entity. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, inhaling his scent and absorbing his presence, I needed him like humans needed oxygen, like I needed blood.

We continued embracing each other for a number of hours (when we stopped the sun had gone down) and finally it became too much to bear. It wasn't that I was tired or uncomfortable, I could stay there all night if I'd wanted to, in fact we had on several occasions; it was just that I'd just washed the convertible and didn't want to damage anything. I untangled my legs and pushed his smooth face away from my own, lingering on his marble lips, "Let's go to our room".

We both moved as one and he swung me up into his arms, cradling me like a child, before starting across the lawn to the house. I smiled back at the garage, knowing that everything was perfect, knowing that I was with my Emmett, and knowing that we'd just destroyed the bonnet of Edward's Volvo.

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