3. Best friends share… everything.

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe [ruadh sidhe] and Feebes86 for betaing and pre-reading.

[AN: this did start as a sexy one shot, but it now does have quite a storyline. Sex has consequences. So don't worry that it will all be like this. Just the first few chapters.]

They dropped her back to her feet and held their hands out. The boys started making some hand gestures.

"What?" Bella exclaimed. "Tell me you are not playing rock, paper scissors?"

"Well, how else are we going to work out who goes first?" Embry asked.

She tried to fold her arms, but she was still squished between them. She squirmed a little and they let her move out a step.

"We could spin her around and whichever dick she falls on, gets it," Quil suggested.

"She's highly likely to fall on something else," Embry noted.

"Pffttt," she said. They always made jokes about her clumsiness.

"Cool," Embry commented. She guessed he must have won. She put her hand up to ask a question. Embry noticed.

"Bells?" he asked.

"Can I ask a question?"

Embry gave her a look as if he thought she was adorable. "Sure, honey."

She noticed the term of affection. "Will it hurt?" she asked in a tiny voice. Both their hands stroked down her back as if to comfort her.

"You might feel a kind of pressure and maybe a little bit of pain. But we can help," he suggested.

"Help? How?"

"Wolf saliva has healing properties," said Quil.

"No… really?"

"More so this weekend… Sam and Emily worked it out last year." Embry commented. She guessed she didn't need to know how they worked it out.

Quil got an odd look on his face. "So the more we lick you, the better you feel," he suggested lasciviously. "Bellapopsicle," he muttered.

"Oh… I guess… I-I kind of noticed that… and the smell… you smell… really good…" she admitted.

Quil sidled in closer to her. "Yeah? Really good?" he checked.

"Oh yes… and impossible to describe," she added. Because now she thought about it, she couldn't describe it. She frowned a little. "You smell… like… men," she finished lamely. Embry was watching her.

"Uh huh," he said. He reached out to Quil's arm and lifted it into the air, exposing his armpit. Quil smirked at him, but angled his body in towards Bella's face. She baulked a little but then she got a whiff of him. "Oh … my… god," she groaned. "What is that?"

Quil's other hand stroked up to the back of her neck and he very gently pulled her face towards him. And before she knew what she was doing Bella Swan had her face buried in his armpit. If you had asked her this morning, heck, if you had asked her an hour ago, she would have answered that doing any such thing was gross and icky… but now? She kissed Quil's armpit and he let out a low humming noise that managed to sound pleased. She slid her arms around his waist and pulled herself in against the front of his body. She inhaled him and it almost made her eyes roll up into her head. He smelt so good. She kissed her way across to his chest. His skin was so beautiful and his chest so muscled, she just wanted to eat him all up. His hand tucked under her chin and he lifted her face up to his. And he kissed her.

Embry's hands were stroking down her back and he was kissing the back of her shoulders. "Condoms?" he asked the room.

Quil pulled his face away from Bella's. "She's had the depo shot," he stated.

"Oh puleez… tell me you cannot smell that!" she exclaimed.

"We can smell that… well, I can," Quil frowned a little as if he wasn't sure if he was answering her correctly. "Clearly Embry can't or he wouldn't be asking…"

"So you're all different?" she asked.

"Uh huh." Quil slid a hand down her back and cupped her ass. "I'm strong…"

"I'm a visual tracker…" Embry added.

"Paul's a fighter…"

"Different skills… you know…"

"Ohhh… yes," she responded. Quil's hand had slid lower and was stroking inside her thigh.

"Man," Quil groaned. "I am sooo dark that I lost…"

"You're not leaving," Bella suddenly grabbed at him.

He grinned. "Heck no. I'm gonna watch… that okay with you?"

She thought about it. Oddly she felt as if she wanted Quil closer than just watching but she wasn't sure how to ask for that.

"Bells?" Embry checked when she hadn't answered.

She looked embarrassed. "I don't know what I want…" she blustered. "But I don't want him to go away… I just don't know how…"

Quil beamed at her. "I'll be your mattress, baby… how does that sound?" he crooned at her and moved behind her again.

"Oh… okay." She had no idea how that was going to work.

"A Bella sandwich," Quil added. "But I'll behave myself." He shrugged. "Well, as much as I can." Embry snorted. Quil's voice dropped, "And I get to go second…" he purred into her ear.

Quil slid a meaty arm around her waist again and lifted her off her feet. She clutched at the arm. "Come on girl… let's not waste any more time…"

He threw back the sheet with one hand and dragged her onto the bed. He tossed pillows into a pile and lay down with his back against them. He manhandled her into the position he wanted with Bella's back plastered up against his front. His legs open and lying down either side of her. Embry watched them with a half-smile on his face.

"Wait a sec," said Quil. He reached under Bella and adjusted himself against her back. "There… that's better…. Don't want to crush Quil Ateara VI now do we?"

Bella giggled. "Tell me you do not call your…" She waved a hand ineffectually. "Quil Ateara VI."

"There was no way I was calling him 'little' anything…"

Embry just laughed. Bella was studying him. It was the first time she had really got a good look at him naked. He noticed her scrutiny. He was much slimmer and taller than Quil. He was standing very casually with his arms by his sides and his hands resting near his thighs. He was all muscle, like all the pack but Embry was leaner and less bulky than most of the others. His hips were narrow and his cock hung down now. All the chat she guessed, must have taken his mind off the task. Her eyes travelled up his six pack abs and up to his face. His dark eyes watched her with amusement. She suddenly realised she had just given him a serious look over.

Quil's arms snaked around her again and he held her close and whispered in her ear. "Look at him… isn't he beautiful? And you… you are going to have him… hmmm? How does that make you feel, Bells?"

"Lucky," she whispered back.

Embry smiled and then in an oddly sinuous movement he lowered his hands to the bed and crawled down it towards them. The way that he moved promised so much. The way you could tell that someone who could move that well, must be really good in bed; it was just so physical. His cock hung down now and her eyes were drawn to it.

"Man," Quil breathed. "Look at that…" Bella could feel Quil's penis lengthening and stiffening against her back. She breathed in audibly. Embry crawled up her body and he stopped level with her face. He lowered himself down and he kissed her. Sandwiched between them; enveloped in the scent and their heat and their adoration… she felt amazing. Her hands reached up and grabbed him on either side of the head and she kissed him back. His head tilted and the kiss deepened. His tongue stroked into her mouth. Quil couldn't keep his hands to himself. His big warm hands held her at her ribs and stroked down her body in little movements.

Embry lifted off her a little and he leaned past her shoulder and kissed Quil. Bella kissed at his chest and anything she could reach. Her arms reached around him to stroke down the skin of his back.

Embry held his weight on one arm and reached a hand down and stroked a finger through her folds. She was still pretty wet from her earlier orgasms. She squirmed against Quil and he made a noise.

"Please," she begged. "Please Embry."

"Shhh Bells," he crooned. "You can have me… I'm all yours."

She looked down at his groin and saw him; hard and ready for her. The bell shaped head glistening. He wrapped his hand around it and gave himself a hard stroke. She gasped. She might never have done this before, but she knew where she wanted him to go. She opened her legs and tried to push herself at him.

He looked down and guiding his cock with his hand, he pressed himself at her. She felt the blunt head push at her now. "Embry…" she moaned. She could not imagine that he would actually fit. "It won't…"

"Shhh… easy," he crooned. "You're okay."

She tried to lift her hips and Quil groaned underneath her. He shifted his body and started kissing and licking her neck. She felt better immediately but she wasn't sure if it was because they told her she would or if their saliva really did make a difference. It was something she didn't want to analyse too closely. Quil kissing her, at least distracted her a touch from what Embry was doing. He worked himself in a little further and she felt the pressure he had spoken of. She panted a little.

Quil's big warm hand closed around her breast and stroked her nipple. She ached. She ached everywhere. And she was so hot.

Embry made another gentle pushing movement and now it felt as if the head had entered her channel.

"Ohhh," she groaned.

"We've got you, Bells… we'll look after you," he crooned. His hand slid under her thigh and lifted her a little. He pushed again, she lifted and Quil must have too. Embry slid in further. Then he pulled back a little. He and Quil must have exchanged some kind of signal she didn't recognise; a shared look or something. Quil kissed up her neck and she turned her face to him. He kissed her and Embry shoved in that last stroke; pressing her whole body against Quil's. She felt something break; she felt her body stretch as he filled her. She tensed but she was so shrouded in them, she had nowhere to go. Her hands clutched at the air. She felt a hand lace through her fingers and she clutched at it. It was Quil because his hand was under hers. His other hand pinched her nipple. She clutched at Embry's upper arm with the other hand.

Embry had paused. Letting her have a chance to get herself together. When Quil released her mouth she looked up at Embry. He was holding himself up on his arms above her. His eyes were closed and his lips were moving as if he was reciting something.

She heard Quil's throaty growl in her ear. "He's trying so hard not to come… he recites shit to himself… you did that to him…"

She tried to squirm and Embry groaned.

"Can you feel him inside you?" Quil asked.

"Yes. Feel …so full," she managed.

Quil chuckled.

"It feels so hot… It stretches and burns," she breathed.

Embry opened his eyes and looked down at her. She saw his stomach muscles flex and then he pulled out of her. She gasped. And then he slid back in. She clutched at Quil's hand. Embry's hard shaft pushed into her tight passage. She could feel every inch of him inside her; filling her.

"Embry," she groaned. She was losing her mind. She could feel that aching tightness curling inside her. Embry kept up a slow rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals and then Quil started to lift her a little into him. She couldn't have done it herself. She almost felt like she was having an out of body experience. Their bodies became slick from the sweat. Quil lifted and Embry thrust, and she was putty in their heated hands.

She could hear herself panting again. Embry had the tip of his tongue out of his mouth; resting on his upper lip as if he was concentrating. She felt Quil's hand slide down the front of her body. He slid unerringly between her sodden folds and he stroked her aching clitoris. She jolted again. She made wordless sex noises; she babbled.

She clutched at Quil's other hand and clawed at Embry's arm as her body jolted; her back arched and she shattered in their arms. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she gasped for breath. Embry kept thrusting into her as her inner muscles clenched and grasped at his solid member. She could feel Quil's at her back too. And Quil's middle finger just pressed against her clitoris.

And then Embry's body gave a twitch of its own and he groaned. He seemed to lose his rhythm and his hips thrust uncontrollably. He mashed her harder onto Quil. Embry thrust into her and his fingers clenched in the sheets. "Oh fuck!" he almost shouted.

And then in a chain reaction, she cried out and Quil did so too. Both men shuddered and she felt a hot sticky fluid cover her back. Time seemed to wait for them all to catch up.

She was sweating between them. Quil was breathing heavily and stroking the skin of her stomach. Embry's head hung down and his arms were quivering. Bella looked at him. She wanted to kiss him. She reached up a hand to his face and tried to pull him down towards her.

He smiled at her. "Can't kiss you and stay here, Bells," he commented. "Too tall."

"Ohhh," she whined. "I want to kiss you."

"Sure, sure," he chuckled. "Just give me a sec…" he pulled himself out of her and she made an involuntary noise.

Quil whispered in her ear, "We'll kiss it better for you."

She shivered. She reached for Embry again and he pulled her up to him. He sat on his haunches and lifted her up astride his lap. She flung her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt like crying and she didn't know why. Quil shifted up the bed and leant against the wall; folded an arm up and rested his head on it.

Embry looked at her face with concern. "Are you okay?" he looked so worried.

She bit her lip and nodded. But she blinked back the tears.

Embry kissed her gently. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

She shook her head. She had to talk; he was going to panic if she couldn't get the words out. "I-I just feel like crying… don't know why," she managed. "Emotional."

"You can cry if you want to … as long as we didn't hurt you."

"No… you didn't hurt me. That was amazing."

"Yeah?" he checked.

She nodded vigorously.

Embry stroked a hand down her back but hit the Quil deposit. He chuckled. "I think Quil had a good time too," he commented.

"Oh yeah," Quil mumbled. His eyes were closed and he looked completely relaxed; almost boneless.

Embry kissed her again and then he flipped her over and laid her on top of Quil, face down. She snuggled into his neck and he put his other arm around her shoulders. She felt Embry's hands at her back rubbing and stroking.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"It'll help too," Embry said.

"What will?" and then she understood that he was massaging Quil's ejaculate into her skin. "Eeewww," she complained. "Tell me you are not rubbing…" she didn't have a word.

"Wolf jiz," Quil helpfully supplied without opening his eyes.

She rolled her eyes. "…wolf jiz into my back?"

"Yep."

"Oh."

She had nothing. Embry's hands felt so good and it did seem to be helping; warmth spread across her lower back from his hands and the friction.