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Oh Emmett, going to save the day are you?
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Part Six
"Do you have a picture of her?" I hadn't realized Rose had turned her gaze to me again.
"Who?" I mumbled. My mind felt a bit hazy after that revelation.
"Elizabeth."
"Edward never showed you a picture of her?" I frowned. Sure, I didn't know all mechanics to the guy, but that just didn't seem like him. He clearly adored his girl.
"He tried. I was kind of pissed at the time, so…"
"I see." I fished into my pocket taking out my iPhone. That beast was loaded with pictures of Elizabeth. I kept it a secret, but I was a sucker for that little redhead. Those twenty-two pounds of cuteness could wrap me around her finger any day of the week. I outweighed her by about two hundred and sixty pounds and I was like a bowl of jelly when it came to her. I opened the gallery and started flipping through images while Rose watched over my shoulder.
"Stop, stop. You know her?" Rose asked out of nowhere.
I flipped back a few images and frowned. "Who? Her?" I glanced down at tiny ass Alice's irritating bubbly smile. Yeah, I knew her alright. "She's married to my sister. They got married this weekend actually." I pushed the image aside, opening the folder with the pictures from the wedding. It had been one of the best days of my life seeing my sister absolutely radiant because, as she always said, she loved her girl and got to marry her. I pushed up one of both Alice and Jasper. "That's them." Rose took the phone, while taking a studious look.
"They look so cute together."
"Yeah, they do. Just don't tell Alice that I said so." I laughed a little. "How do you know Alice?"
"I have some of her dresses." Rosalie smiled. "Your sister is kind of hot."
I shrugged knowing Rose was probably right. I had heard that from just about all my friends, both in high school and college, but it always made me queasy for some reason, more so now after she was assaulted. Perhaps, the nauseating feeling came from the fact I'd always known she was gay and no guy would ever ring her bell or float her boat. I was only about twelve years old when I figured that shit out. My own teenage hormones kicked in. I noticed that she looked at girls with the same fascination that I did, perhaps a little differently, because she was sixteen at the time and was probably already getting some.
Rose's face fell suddenly, cracking like the damn Berlin wall on that cold November night. She narrowed her eyes at the image. "That's fucking Edward," she spat. I took the phone back, knowing fairly well that I fucked up. Edward was in the background. "He was there?" She bit out.
"Yes."
"With her?" Rose narrowed her eyes at me.
"Bella. Yes."
"This just fucking keeps getting better and better," she sneered sardonically. "So they really are together?"
"I'd say so." Rose's hard glare forced me to go on, imploring me to spill and I did. I told her everything that I knew and how I felt about my friend, Bella. "Now, I have a question for you. You said earlier that you'd never been in love. Do you really have feelings for him?"
She didn't hesitate. "No. Not like that."
"I figured that you wouldn't be here with me if your pretty little ass had caught feelings for him. So what's the deal with all this animosity then?"
A small snide smile swept across her mouth, drawing it into a sensual pout. "He's the first guy ever to turn me down. He wouldn't sleep with me. No one ever told me no. I am used to getting what I want, but he kept shooting me down. It was a first and a bit hard to swallow. I got my pride and he seriously bruised that." She paused. "Though Edward suddenly having a daughter and being devoted to her did more than just bruise my ego. It hurt my purpose as a woman, knowing that will never ever happen for me."
"So you want kids?"
"If I could, I would have one in a heartbeat." Her honesty was disarming.
"Then we'll just have to adopt or whatever people do when the plumbing fails."
"We?" She gasped. I scooted closer, while stretching a leg out and placing it on the other side of her. I snuck in close and straddled behind her. She didn't recoil or in any way pull away from me. She did the opposite. She leaned her back into me.
"Yeah, we. Oh, didn't you get the memo. I'm never ever letting you go." I fiddled with a few chunks of her hair, while sweeping it away from her shoulder. I still had the urge to bathe in her soft hair. Yeah, I'm sick and delusional, but it my problem and not yours, so just get off my balls.
She turned her head and gazed at me over her shoulder. She tried to muster that same arrogant snotty look, but it didn't work so well this time. "What if I say no? I may not like you at all. I may actually hate your guts. Have you considered that?" She cocked a brow at me. I stared at her mouth and at that soft, gentle curve of a heart on her upper lip. Her lips were slightly parted and so goddamn kissable.
"No. I'm irresistible, so just let it go. You're not getting away." I left my phone on the roof and traced my arms down her bare skin. She was still in that flimsy strap top of Jasper's. Sure, I enjoyed the sight of that peach skin, but I wasn't a bastard that would risk her getting cold, just so I could ogle her.
"Never?" She said. Her tone was falling incredibly soft. She gently laid her head back on my shoulder with her hair tumbling down between us. Her small hands snuck gently under mine. Our fingers laced together on their own accord with my palm to the back of her hand. It was so incredibly intimate and stunning. I never considered holding a girl's hand for more than just help, so she wouldn't fall. Sitting here with Rose, however, holding hands and knowing that she probably just spilled her guts about her darkest fears was a goddamn big step for her. She let herself be vulnerable for me. Rosalie Hale just let her guard down.
"What? You're not putting up more of a fight? Shit, I was all amped up for the chase." She didn't answer. I knew that I won our game that wasn't a game at all anymore. It was like life was shifting its tectonic plates right under my size sixteens.
"The stuff that you told me before… about your condition. You never told that to anyone, did you?" She shook her head slowly. "I figured. Anyway, the day that you decide you want to be tested to see if you are a carrier for the breast cancer gene, let me know. I'll do it with you." Rose stared at me astonished. "Don't look at me like that. Yeah, I know you can get gene tested for all sorts of cancers. I saw it on Discovery." I shrugged.
"How did you know that I hadn't done that already?" Rose's voice was a bit breathy. Her eyes on me were brimming with unspoken emotion and devastation.
"Because you push people away. It's your weapon. You use shock to scare people, but you haven't taken that test because the result scares you. True?"
"True." It was silent for a long moment.
"Just like you use your body for a weapon." I paused knowing that I was stepping onto a precipice. "That was why you stripped earlier. You do things like that so nobody will look closer at the real you and what is behind your beautiful exterior." I whispered close to her ear. "True again?"
"True again." She echoed. Rose pushed her face against my neck almost like she was seeking comfort. Without letting go of her hands, I wrapped our arms around us, while cocooning her and shielding her with my body. It felt like she needed it. "Now can we get off this depressing shit about why I am so fucked up, so you get your ass in gear and show me a picture of Elizabeth."
"Yes, ma'am." I grinned lazily. Reluctantly, I released her a fraction to pick up my phone again, but you can bet your ass that I am going to hold her like this again. Anytime, she needed me to. I was an ecstatic lunatic bouncing around on cloud nine at this close proximity… and I was honored with keeping her secrets and fears safe. Yeah, it made me feel special to know what no one else knew about her. I never needed to feel special to anyone that I'd wanted a roll in the hay with. I am who I am, but with Rose, I wanted to be more. I needed to be. What the fuck was happening to me? I realized that I was a hairsbreadth away from handing over my balls in a cute vase, so she could place them on her mantle.
What was wrong with me? Was I getting sick or something? Did I have a fever?
I held my phone out to her. My mind was reeling. I pushed up a picture of the cutest little redhead in the world.
"She's beautiful and such a perfect little creature." Rose said quietly, laced with awe.
"I know," I answered solemnly. That contagious grin on Elizabeth's face could melt the ice on the South Pole. "You can't help, but adore her."
"Yeah, I can see why. She really looks like Edward." I only nodded and put my phone back in my pocket again. I didn't really want to spend this precious time with Rose threading Edward and Bella's path. Okay, precious? Something was seriously wrong with me now. Measles?
"Do you want to go back to the city?" I asked reluctantly because that was the last thing that I wanted to do, but she should be offered that option.
"No. I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay here. Can we do that?" She peeked up at me through her lashes. I loved the fierceness that Rose shrouded herself with, but I loved this softer side even more because no one saw it.
"Sure, my parents won't mind. Let's get some sleep then." Rose's skin was chilled, and the tip of her nose turning a slight rosy color from the dropping temperature. She wasn't getting sick on my watch. That was for damn sure.
"Okay."
Back in my room, the music had died down a long time ago. There was only the scratchy sound of the old record player. I shut the thing off. Scratching my hair, I stared at my bed. This thing was obscenely small, which posted an obstacle that I didn't want to face. "I know that I should be a gentleman and offer sleeping on the floor, but that's just not happening," I said and eyed Rose warily. I wasn't throwing my back out sleeping on that hard ass floor, but more importantly, I really wanted to snuggle and cuddle with her. I wanted to smell her skin, feel her warmth and then throw my back out because that was bound to happen on that small ass bed.
"Thank God," Rose sighed immediately then smiled. "I was afraid that you'd get it all stuck in your head and insist on being a gentleman."
"Who me? I'd say that you've met me by now and know that's not happening, sweetheart."
Rose giggled. She actually giggled this little melodic rhythm, which was so damn cute. "I'm glad."
"Excuse me for a moment." I snuck over to the bathroom, needing a moment. The beers ran through my system like an unblocked sewer. I seriously needed relief. I washed my hands and dug into the vanity. I found one new spare toothbrush and left it out for Rose along with the toothpaste. Her mouth had to taste like she'd been eating dirt. Weed had that effect.
Back in my room, she was trying to comb her hair with her fingers, while running them through the knots. The sick fucker inside of me, who seriously suffered from a sleazy hair fetish, basically keeled over landing face down in the puddle of his own drool.
"Uh… I left a toothbrush out for you." I mumbled. I never ever got tongue-tied.
"Thanks." While she was gone, I tried to find a pair of something to sleep in, but there was nothing. Okay, she would just have to deal with my half naked ass. I seriously didn't mind. I know that I should smack the crude bastard inside of me over the head.
For probably the first time in my life, I really didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't want to undress, and give her the impression that I was ready to jump her bones, even though I totally was. So, I ended up standing in the middle of the room scratching my head again.
Rose came back a few moments later. She was smiling slightly, as she entered the room. She picked up her dress that was rudely discarded in a heap on the floor, straightened it up a bit and flung it over a closet door, so it wasn't being tortured any longer. I guessed a dress like that was hardly free of charge. She stepped around me, leaned over and then tested the switch to the sidelight by turning it on before she flipped the overhead light off. I stared quite dumbstruck at her as she wiggled out of Jasper's pants and left them on the chair. She was only wearing that damn thong, which was more like a string of yarn than anything else. Oh come on, her ass was naked for crying out loud. I knew that I should look somewhere else, but I couldn't. She kept the top on and climbed into bed. She seriously had no problem showing of her body. Maybe, that was another reason why she flashed herself because she had her body now and was going to make the absolute best of it. If that was so, who was I to argue?
"You're not coming to bed?" she asked raising her eyebrows.
I couldn't help my slow lazy smile. She was fucking fantastic being so casual, acting like everything was so damn sacred and that I should be thanking her on my knees for seeing that incredible ass.
"Yeah, I'm just going to brush my teeth," I mumbled.
Her brows furrowed. "I thought you already did that."
"No. I could only find that one. I wanted you to use it first." I shrugged. I didn't want her to feel obliged to suck up all my dubious oral bugs.
She sighed. "I'm not made of glass, Emmett. Don't you dare treat me like I am. Not you, okay?"
"Okay." I agreed easily, knowing it wasn't about the toothbrush at all. She wanted and needed me to just be me, all rude, brash and obnoxious as the fucker I was. She never wanted to be doted on and stroked on her back, or me saying 'yes, Rosalie, if you want'. She wanted to argue, fight and tease every step of the way. That was her.
When my mouth didn't taste like a sandbox anymore, I stopped thinking about it and just did what came naturally to me. I stripped the rest of my penguin suit off down to my boxers and slipped into the obscenely small bed. I refused to think about anything and did exactly what I wanted to. I wanted to fucking cuddle, so that was what I did. Perhaps a bit too roughly, I manhandled my way into bed, pushing and bumping around her, while she laughed gently. I snuggled up behind her, pushing her shirt up, wanting to feel that sweet belly of hers when pulled her flush back against me. I burrowed my face in her hair, like I wanted to do all night. This felt awesome. I growled under my breath in satisfaction.
"Got enough space there, cowboy."
"Hmmm." I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her hair… and a bit of hairspray too. Killing a few more brain cells wouldn't matter. Weed and beer had already taken care that.
She squirmed against me. "This feels nice," she said quietly. I couldn't agree more. Feeling the warmth of her body was better than getting laid. We could do that later, but right now all I wanted was just to hold her.
"Night, baby," I whispered.
"Night, Emmett." The sound of her voice was suddenly so sweet and innocent and not to mention how pungent my name sounded coming from her mouth. I tightened my grip harder around her midriff, while my breathing was growing dull and deep. "Don't ever let go of me," she breathed.
"Wasn't planning on it," I mumbled already half asleep. Rosalie wasn't verbose about what she needed, so when she mustered up the courage to ask for something, you better pay attention. All my senses were acutely aware of her every twist and turn, ready to pick up on those small signals.
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… To be continued.
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