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A/N: NSFW. Deals with adult subject matter. Sexual situations and a relationship between a younger woman and an adult male. Proceed with caution at your own risk.

"You can't." I said; my throat tight and my voice a little panicky as I fought to control my words.

"Rosalie, it's none of your concern what I do." My mother bit out. Her mascara was running and she looked miserable but all I could think about was that I was going to lose him.

"Why though? I thought you were happy."

"Not that it's any of your concern." She seethed. "But I think he's cheating on me."

"He wouldn't do that." I said quickly, picking at my scrambled eggs. "I mean, it's been six months so I've seen quite a lot of the guy and he just doesn't seem the type."

"He's gone late at night, he sometimes doesn't come home at all and I called the hospital last night when he said he was going to be working and he wasn't there Rosalie." She argued.

I swallowed thickly because last night we had been together in room 410 and the week before that he didn't go home because he spent the night in my room with his cock buried inside of me.

"Mom. Just talk to him. I haven't seen you this happy in a while. Don't throw it away on assumptions."

I bit my cheek as I stood up, emptying my nearly full plate in to the trash and depositing in to the sink before I took off.

He called minutes after I had left and I answered it quickly. "She wants to break up with you."

I was panicking, my voice strained and I knew he could hear it because he exhaled deeply before he started talking again. "Rose. It's okay. Come by the hospital, we'll talk about it."

I hadn't really known where I was going anyway, just trying to get out of the house and away from my mother, so I turned and headed towards the hospital.

He was waiting for me outside and we walked, side by side without touching, up to his small, cramped office.

The door was barely shut before he had me against him, his tongue probing my lips and I accepted before I finally made myself pull away, resisting the urge to beg him to take me on the desk behind us.

"If she breaks up with you…" I started and noticed my hands were shaking. "There's no way we can see each other."

"She won't." He said gently as he reached out and unbuttoned the top button on my dress.

"How can you be sure?" I asked breathlessly as his head dipped down to nip and suck on my now exposed collarbone.

"Because we're going to take a little break from each other." He laughed against my skin. "Relax, we'll still see each other but I need to keep you safe. I'll do whatever it takes."

I nodded and let him explore me with his mouth as he continued to unbutton my dress one button at a time, agonizingly slow.

He pushed me against his desk, his own mind much the same as mine as he pulled the bottom of my dress up and slipped his pants down before he entered me. I squeaked as his mouth found my breast and he bit lightly at the skin there as I ground my hips against his. We came together and I lay back across the desk as he pulled his pants up, staring down at me appreciatively.

"I'm taking her to dinner tonight and I took the next few days off of work. I have a friend who is going to help me out. Stop by the restaurant and thank me for helping out at his hospital. I'm going to ask your mom to stay with me for my days off." He stopped at the look on my face and moved to hover over me. "I know, I don't like it much either but we've talked about this. I'm going to make her believe me Rose, to keep us together. And then I'm going to pick you up on Thursday like usual and make you forget your own name."

I laughed at the thought as he captured my lips once again and the panic resided slightly because I did believe him. Despite everything I believed him. Even if a part of me didn't want to.


It was raining on Thursday. I hadn't seen my mom in days and I tried to keep the bitterness at bay as I told myself what Carlisle had kept telling me. What his texts had reminded me. What I had convinced myself I had to do.

By Thursday afternoon I felt like a zombie with the sleep I had gotten, or lack thereof. I had walked to school, not wanting to have to stop by afterwards to pick up my car so I stood under the alcove of the building as I waited for the familiar blue car.

And I kept waiting.

Two hours had passed and there was no sign of him. I called his phone only for it to be sent to voicemail and the texts I sent were shown as delivered but not read. The rain intensified and I was shivering by the time a car did pull in to the parking lot in the dying light of the afternoon.

Only, it wasn't the car I expected to see.

I hadn't seen Emmett in months. Since I had slapped him outside of the diner and he had told me how stupid I was for fucking Carlisle. At the moment, I didn't want to admit how right he might have been. He pulled to a stop in front of me and I heard his doors unlock before he leaned over and opened up his passenger door, not saying a word.

I hesitated, looking out over the parking lot two more times before I finally slid in to the car as I tried to control my shivering.

"Jesus Rosalie." He said and he reached over, turning up the heating.

I looked at him then, really looked, and for the first time I realized just how much I had missed him. His gym time was apparently paying off as his arms had started to bulk up, the fabric of his t-shirt tight around his biceps, and he had apparently ditched the glasses I knew he needed. His buzz cut had grown out, replaced by soft chocolate brown ringlets that matched the color of the scruff on his cheeks.

My teeth chattered and I leaned back against the seat, hugging my book bag towards me as my dress clung to my thighs. He sighed before he reached back, grabbing a sweatshirt out of the backseat and tossing it to me.

I thanked him as I used it to cover up my soaking wet upper body as he slowly pulled away from the still empty parking lot.

"Bella called me. She said Edward had had a late practice so she swung by to pick him up and you were standing out in the rain. She would have asked you if you wanted a ride but…"

He didn't have to finish his sentence. She didn't ask because I had been ignoring her as best as I could and pushing her away from me when she did try to talk. The school year was dwindling down and I hadn't spoken to her since the fight I had with Emmett. "I told you I don't play well with others."

He snorted at that and I glared at him as I clenched my still chattering teeth. "Seems to me like you're choosing not to play well with others."

"Fuck off." I muttered and he slowed the car down, pulling to the side of the road before he turned to look at me.

"Answer me this one thing Rosalie and then I'll leave it alone. Does he love you?"

I looked at him, my eyes wide, as he stared me down with raised eyebrows. I wanted to say that yes, he loved me more than any other boy possibly could. I wanted to say that the only thing he wanted was for us to be together and living happily ever after. But could I say that? Had Carlisle ever said those three words to me.

"I don't know." I finally said, swallowing thickly as I turned back to the road.

"Well, you know what?" Emmett asked softly, the edge to his voice gone. "I do Rosalie. I've loved you since I saw you kicking your damn tire in a temper tantrum. I loved you when you're shoving greasy fries in your mouth and stealing the bacon off my sandwiches. I've loved you from near and far and I know it wasn't enough but I've tried Rosalie and I can't stay away from you. I know you have whatever the fuck it is with Carlisle right now but he's not good for you. I know you think I was mad because of him, because of you being with him, but I'm not. I wasn't. I was pissed. I am pissed because he's going to hurt you and I love you too much to see you hurt. I know you don't want to hear it but he's using you. And at first I told myself I was going to just walk away, let you learn your own damn lesson but I can't stay away from you. I don't want to. So I'll be your friend. I'll wait here, in the sidelines. And I'll be there for you when he breaks you. Because I can feel it Rosalie, he's going to hurt you and there won't be anything I can do to stop it. As much as I want to."

I swallowed again as he turned, sighing, and put the car back in drive while I sat stunned silent by his speech. Because I wanted to tell him that he shouldn't wait. That it was a waste of time. But a selfish part of me wanted to cling to him, to take whatever he offered for as long as I could. That small part of me needed him more than I needed air and I knew I was going to act on that small part before we'd even made it back to my house.

He didn't put the car in to park when we got back to my darkened house but he didn't immediately put it in reverse either. I sat, staring at the front porch before I finally pulled his sweatshirt away from me and held it out to him.

He shook his head "Keep it. It's still raining."

"I'm sorry." I said finally, looking down at the hand he kept resting on his gear shift. "I wish…"

"I know." He said and then he reached out and grabbed my hand. He laced his fingers through mine and pulled it up, kissing the back of it gently before he let it go.

I nodded then and left the car, running up the walk with his sweatshirt over my head before I bolted inside and slammed the door shut behind me, leaning up against it as I saw his headlights pull away. And as I sat there, alone in my empty house, I cried for all the ways my life had gone wrong.

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