A/N: please listen to "Freedom" by DJ Andi ft. Stella and "Sexy Love" by Resident Deejays ft. Frissco. Rock your body and read on.

Hoosier Mama betas - she's such a hero.

Me at FGB...would you like me to be your beta?


Arome A Fraîcheur

As the night got a little colder, the tension between them was still hot – it was burning, and they both knew it.

Stepping inside the bar, their hands clutched tightly, Emmett used his other hand to wave at the owner of the bar, Giorgos, who was there every other weekend – coincidentally, he happened to be there right then.

"Emmett! Good to see you, man." His gaze turned to Bella, eyeing her fully. "Oh, it's the lovely Bella! Omorfi!" He extended his hand to her, and Bella had to let go of Emmett's hand in order to shake hands with Giorgos.

"I hope we have our favourite table," she hinted, smiling.

Giorgos smiled back. "Emmett's orders." He pulled her forward and Emmett followed suit, walking towards the back of the bar where the VIP room was. The only reason Bella loved this room is because this was the first table she sat at in this bar, so it meant a lot to her if she got it every time she was here. And of course, the extra attention and care they took of you there was so much better than any other bar in Glyfada – Emmett assured her of that, he knew the clubbing scene in their area.

"Your table. Have fun." Giorgos gestured to the small, round table in the corner of the room, surrounded by orchids and soft, Buddha Bar music.

They both sat down, scanning the room with attention – an action that they always did when coming here. Every time, something would be different: the flowers, a painting on the wall...it depended on Giorgio's mood, he was the artist.

"Why do you like this room so much?" Emmett broke the ice with a question.

Bella laughed. "Does it matter? You're here, I'm here, that's all that matters." She smiled.

Emmett came closer to her, reaching his hand across the table to touch hers. "We were always here. We were always...us. I can't explain it." He sighed, looking down to the straining bulge in his pants. I feel you, buddy, but it's gotta wait, he told himself.

Bella took a moment to process the question, or rather the statement - she soon realized that she didn't need to think about it; it was perfectly obvious.

She grabbed his hand a little tighter, snapping his attention to her.

"I feel like it was different back then. I had different goals, aspirations and whatnot. Now we're here again, and I'm glad I'm rethinking everything. Am I making any sense?" She seemed quite worried, but Emmett knew that she was going to calm down after his reply.

"No," he replied, and they both laughed. Tension was suddenly gone, replaced by happiness and...excitement?

Upbeat music suddenly blared through the speakers, meaning they were warming up the crowd in the bar and passers-by for what Glyfada was famous for: the best music and clubbing atmosphere in Athens.

Bella thought about standing up and going towards the dance floor, but then decided against it when a waitress came in, swaying her hips more when her eyes roamed over Emmett.

Bella's mind couldn't wrap her mind around that. Why would the waitress decide to change her actions for a man in the room? Would she coat her voice with sugar too? What if Emmett changed his mind and -

"Bella?" Emmett snapped her out of her thoughts, both he and the waitress staring at her, but she had a smirk on her face - bitch, Bella quickly thought.

"Uh, right, I'll have a Cosmopolitan," she rattled off, not really caring what exactly she ordered as long as the waitress was out of there faster.

"After vodka shots? Are you sure?" Emmett looked genuinely concerned.

"Yes, of course. I can take that, it won't be a problem." She was definitely going to try this. Her mind wanted it. She wanted this, she wanted the full experience. Was she ranting in her own mind?

Bella decided to smile after the awkward reply, eyeing the waitress suspiciously – of course Emmett saw that. Emmett saw everything, he never skipped a beat. He immediately started laughing after the waitress left, of course.

Bella only blushed, not wanting to know what Emmett was thinking right now. What was he thinking, anyway?

"That was..intere –"

"I don't want to talk about it," Bella snapped, the only thing she would do right now. She didn't know what else to do, and she knew that Emmett wouldn't leave this without discussion.

Emmett dropped it immediately, realizing that he made Bella feel bad.

Bella thanked her lucky stars for that.

"What do you want, Bella?" Her head snapped up to look at him carefully.

"What, you mean from life?"

"No."

She smiled. "This, you mean," she gestured in between them, "right?"

"That exactly." These short sentences were making her feel awkward, but she decided to be honest, even though she really wanted to get into some more teasing.

"I want to see where this ends up in the morning," she simply stated.

Emmett nodded. "Good enough."

"You?"

He smirked. "I want to see how long you'll play hard to get – no, that's not it, of course."

"Then...?" Bella pushed.

He suddenly tensed, realizing where he was pushing this. Bella noted the gesture and was about to ask what's wrong, when Emmett talked before her, "I want to...dance."

Bella lost him at that point. "Dance? Like, right now?"

He stood up. "Yes, right now."

This was definitely out of character for Emmett, and they both knew it. Emmett felt that it would be better if he didn't tell Bella what he wanted from her – it would hurt him if she denied or pulled back from what could happen this night.

He gave her his hand, pulling her up from the chair.

"Shall we?" He added a smirk too.

"We shall."


The dance floor was already heated up, the songs getting hotter and hotter by each CD change the DJ made.

Emmett pulled Bella into another embrace, his hands lying on her hips and the music making them both sway to the beat. When he took a step away from her to dance along to the sudden wild beat, Bella whimpered at the loss of contact – obviously, no one could hear it over the loud music.

She decided to change things around to her benefit.

Her hand clutched his and brought his body closer to her, almost touching – so close, yet so far.

He thoroughly enjoyed this.

"You like this," she yelled over the music. Of course he heard.

He laughed. "I guess it looks like it, doesn't it?"

Bella understood more than the simple statement. She looked down at his pants after only a second.

And well, she liked what she saw.

Emmett only smirked after that, dully noting her surprised look on her face – she was really trying to hide that, but she couldn't hide anything from Emmett; she quickly thought that he probably knew all her dirty secrets, thanks to her loud conversations with Alice.

"How about we go take a shot? Our drinks are probably at the table by now," he suggested over the loud music.

She nodded, taking the lead back to their room.

When they were sitting down, two shots in front of them, she took one and raised it. "To freedom...when it feels just so damn good."

He clinked his shot to hers. "Quoting clubbing beats. I respect that. Gia mas."

"Gia mas," she replied and downed the glass, the vodka tingling her throat. She smiled - she tried to hide that face you make after taking a shot.

He used a napkin around his mouth. "So tell me, Swan," he glanced at her, "how has your love life been?"

She sighed, putting down the glass upside down on the glass table. "Practically non-existent. Other than what you've heard on the phone," they both smirked, "nothing much. How about you?"

"I miss my American college days. And I thought Europe was famous for the hot chicks," he stated. "I mean, okay, Greece has got some fine women, but I'm not going crazy over them."

She giggled. "You sound like you want a fucking harem, Emmett."

He stopped for a split second. There it was, that speech change. The way her tongue rolled the curse out, the way her lips pulled up to that sassy smirk.

Fuck, he thought, was it turning me on?

She knew it was time to make a move, right there and then.

She lifted her dress up a little, her finger drawing invisible circles on her thigh. Sometimes, her pinky would push the hem a little higher - so innocent, yet such a tease in Emmett's eyes.

"Hey, Emmett," she purred, making him stiffen slightly - something he's never heard from her, "how about you help with this dress here?"

It was, clearly, a man's liquid dream.

He scooted towards her, his arm lacing around her torso, pulling her closer.

"Ven aqui," he purred back, his voice low and sticky.

She gasped - he was using her secret fetish against her.

He took her right leg and guided it around his leg, over his knee, so that she was straddling his lap.

Oh, so fucking perfect, he quickly thought before he dived through the loose curls to find her neck, his lips about to touch her sensitive skin.

She wanted it differently.

Guiding his lips away from her neck, she positioned her mouth over his, her hand lightly clutching his neck.

"Can I ask for something?" he asked, his breath a hot whisper fanning on her face.

She hummed in response. "Mmm, I guess so."

"Kiss me."

And she fulfilled his wish - slow, passionate, not hurried - perfect. Her lips took her time, but her hands were all over the place; touching his broad, rock hard chest, fingering his sleeve, her hand sometimes trailed south...

And he would moan for her touch. He sighed, taking his hand and rubbing her thigh, making her clutch her hold on him tighter.

"I need a drink," she gasped out.

He looked down at the generous cleavage that was exposed before he realized that she was talking. "Hmm, I want more." His eyes went back to her face, waiting for the silent approval.

"I'll need a drink afterwards anyway." She smirked.

He sighed. "Okay, shots for me."

Her lips lifted up to a grin. "Well, me too."

"What a big girl she is tonight," he chanted as he put her down next to him, and then motioned for a waitress through the translucent curtains that overlooked the rest of the club. She came instantly, and took their order – tequila shots it was.

After a few seconds of silence, Bella spoke up. "I think we should ditch this club and go someplace else."

He turned his head around to look at her. "Really?"

She nodded her head. "Yeah."

"But…where would we go? The only place left is home."

"I don't think so." She smirked.

Now he was interested. "Okay….?"

She rested her chin on his shoulder. "Before we go home, there could be a couple stops we could take till we get what we want – if you know what I mean."

He risked getting a semi to think of the hottest case scenario. "Yes, I might know what you mean…where would we go next?"

She kissed his cheek slowly. "The park? And maybe get some ice cream before that?"

He grinned. That was actually a good idea. Because, if I got ice cream for when we get home, I could –

What was that about the semi just before?

"Okay, let's go, then. Fuck the tequila shots."

"We've got some tequila at home," she casually informed him as they both stood up and she grabbed her purse.

"Really?" He was truly interested in how a bottle of that got into their apartment.

"Well," she rolled her eyes, "I knew that it would be needed at some point. It's in the freezer."

"Perfect," he whispered. He went over to Bella and grabbed her hand. "To the ice cream shop, my love."

"We shall," she agreed, albeit in her own way.

After Emmett paid the bill, to which Giorgios protested and said it was his pleasure, they went towards their next destination – Dodonis of Glyfada.


A/N: Greeks, we know how much we love Dodonis, do we? Chocolate soufflé with vanilla ice cream…unf. I adore.

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