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Lines on Paper
Emberlyn Ealise

It would seem the the faculty is not a fan of blatant act of publicly displayed affection. There are now seventeen students who can argue the case after having given the talk at the end of the evenings last night. The fact that it is a odd number has me grinning like a Cheshire cat as it implies that there was someone acting inappropriately affectionate with themselves though that was not the case. It seems that someone at the dance was caught with two members of the opposite sex in a somewhat compromising position. He was instigated a girl to girl lip locking session.

"Even I can't believe that it wasn't me," Emmett says from the bottom bunk. Unlike the other seventeen of us he has not been grounded to his room for the weekend but rather has decided to stand the incarceration alongside me so that I may know of his approval. It makes me happier to know that said approval is also tainted by jealousy. He wishes he were among those who took advantage of what small amount of freedom we had been awarded.

My lips are still warm from Bella. It's been hours so I know that it isn't really possible but it doesn't keep them from feeling warm any more that knowing I cannot have her keeps me from imagining being inside of her. I want to feel her warmth in various other places with a few of them not even being sexual. Just because I imagine her tender fingers tugging at the hair on the nape of my neck does not mean we may only accomplish this in the throes of passions. I imagine if she were to be discreet we could get away with doing this in Biology in front of all. Again, she must be discreet and so must Emmett – a feat not easily accomplished.

Seventeen, of roughly under a hundred patients there were seventeen of us willing to risk any future freedoms all for the sake of one night. It was a night that we spent in the passionate embrace of another felling their touch and their desire as they felt ours. Some were bolder than I, caught with lipstick smeared across their face and neck or, in the case of Irena Taylor's date, claw marks from their collarbone to…other bones.

For the first time since I came to this place I am proud of our actions. For once in this miserable existence my peers and I are acting like teenagers. "It was great," I comment back remembering the way hormones had run wild with mine and Bella's being the tamer of them though the impression of my teeth in her shoulder tells a different story. "I bit her," I gush to Emmett like the fourteen year old girl I've become.

I hear him choking on a laugh. "No shit?" he chuckles, "What brought out the mountain lion in you, little bro?" I've missed this. The late night talks and all the brotherly banter disappeared so long ago that I've forgotten it was even missing. I hope it doesn't leave again anytime soon.

With a mischievous grin in my voice I begin to explain. "It wasn't like that. You were a little preoccupied yourself last night so I don't know how much you saw but Bella and I danced for the longest time. I've never been one to really take the lead but with her it was effortless. She was so light and angelic, like mom looked when she and dad used to dance in the kitchen."

"I used to love those days. You knew as soon as that '50s music started playing on the radio that dad was on the prowl. Man, we'd take of running to beat him there and then peek around the door frame watching her wash the dishes like she didn't know he was about to sweep her off her feet. She'd pretend to me surprise and dad would sing all the words to whatever song it was purposely knocking bubbles all over the place." I sighed heavily. "Sometimes I thought they put the show on just for us."

The memory makes me smile as well. As I recall there were numerous occasion where moms head was thrown back in blissful happiness while dad spun her faster and faster until she took her feet off the ground. He hold her and kiss her while Emmett and I clapped. They were in love back then.

"It was like that," I confirm, "When we got tired she drank some punch and we found a table away from everyone else before the theatrics started. I was a complete gentleman too, mom would have be proud. I pulled out her chair and everything but she told me no. She made me sit first and then sat on my lap to lean back against me. She just wanted me to hold her." I remember to well the amazing way she smelled and the shiver that went through us both when I ran my nose across her bare shoulder unable to control my desire for her. I'm sure that if I had known what to do to please a woman I would have not hesitated with all who were there to witness.

"When she turned back to face me…" I don't know how to finish my sentence.

"You fell for her," Emmett offers.

I nod. "My lips fell to hers like they belonged there and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to. But then she couldn't breath and she pulled away leaving her neck exposed. I kissed and I licked and I sucked while bit her lips and made all the greatest noises. I couldn't resisted biting her too." My teeth had sank into her skin with little resistance and those sweet noises only became louder until I let go. Then her mouth was digging into my own again and our hands were wandering one another's wardrobe.

I heard Emmett's pants unzip. "Dude, seriously?" I was shocked and looked down to his bunk only to see him standing half dressed on the other side.

"What? Light out is at nine and were getting dangerously close," he explained while putting his pajama pants on. I don't even want to admit to myself what I had been thinking let alone my older brother. I shyly resorted back to my position on my back staring at the ceiling. "So, how'd she take it?"

I laugh, "She practically ate my face."

"Good for you, little bro." His congratulations bring about a short silence where we both think about where this will be leading. "Do you plan on telling her?" I hear the springs in the matress give way as he returns to it.

Sooner or later I was going to have to deal this this, I just wish I didn't have to now. Bella could never know who I am, what I'm capable of committing. She's better than that.

The heaviness weighs in the air and I only wish I had not fallen for her. That would make things so much easier on all involved. If I had never fallen, if I hadn't been so stupid, things would have been better for everyone – Mom, Dad, Emmett…

Rosalie.

The lights go out automatically and the darkness fills our Saturday night. "You know she's falling for you, little bro," Emmett comments as if I need the reminder.

"Yeah, I know."

"Doesn't change anything, does it?" He knows the answer to that as well.

"Doesn't change anything."

"I miss you," he says. I pretend to be asleep.

AN: I love the brotherly back and forth conversations they have periodically. And I'd like to give a shoot out to Ali Shaw who did some rereading and found out one of the big secrets. I can't wait to see who figures out the next. Don't forget to review, it makes me weak in the knees.