Okay, I wasn't ready to be done with Sam and Emily, plus it has been an emotional story to write and I wanted to wrap it up a little better. This chapter is from Emily' s POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series, I am just playing with her characters!


My stitches had been out for over a month and the doctor said that the lacerations were healing as well as could be expected. He had warned me that the scars would not go away, that the skin there would always be discolored and uneven. But the pain I felt every time I moved my mouth was slowly fading. No infection had developed, which was good. Now, it was just a matter of getting used to how different I looked. Everyone that saw me had the same reaction, one of horror, shock or even worse, pity. It was like I was damaged goods and it hurt me to see how they reacted to me.

There was one person, though, that looked at me with so much love and awe. Sam. He would brush his hand softly along my bandages, the pressure barely registering. I know he felt guilty. He could see how everyone treated me now and that made him feel even worse for having done this to me. When someone would see me for the first time, he would tense up, knowing that their reaction was going to hurt me. He had warned his mom about them, and she was able to look at me without flinching. It was nice to have somewhere I could be myself, not feel like some kind of monster.

I spent most of time with Sam, enjoying the last few weeks of my summer break. School would start in just a few weeks and I was dreading it. Whispers in the hallways and people pointing at me behind my back, it was going to be hard to make it a whole day without breaking down, much less a whole year.

We were sitting in the kitchen at his mom's house one evening, watching her make dinner. She was chatting with us, asking about school and when I would be starting. Sam was forgoing college for now, having turned down his scholarship. The Elders told him that with his new status as a protector that he was tied to the reservation for life. He was pretty upset about it, but was planning on taking online courses so that he would still get an education.

"I am not really looking forward to school; I hate the idea if explaining all over again what happened. I wish I could print out a card and just hand it to people instead of having to tell everyone." My voice was sullen, "Or we could just hold an assembly and I could tell everyone at once, you know, have a question and answer session afterwards." I laughed morosely.

Sam cringed, but then started rubbing my back, "Just tell people to mind their own business, and if they have a problem, call me."

"That would never work, people are too nosey. Besides, if I don't say something they will think it's even worse than it really is." I turned to Sam and whispered, knowing that he was silently berating himself, "It's ok, I will be fine. And I've got you to call if I need backup."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and he leaned over, kissing the top of my head. "It's too bad you can't just go to school here, almost everyone here has heard the story, you wouldn't have to go through it over again and again."

I didn't think it was really possible, that it would even work out so I dismissed the idea.

But Sam's mom asked, "Why can't she? I mean, you guys are together all the time. Her parents know about the imprint thing. It's only a matter of time before you two get married."

As she mentioned marriage, I blushed and ducked my head. We had talked about it, but only in very vague terms. We knew it would happen someday but it seemed too soon still to set a date or anything.

"Yeah, why couldn't you?" Sam's face brightened at the idea, "Then I will have you close seven days a week!"

"I would have to drive down here every day for school though, I don't know if Mom and Dad can spare the car for me everyday." I loved the idea, but didn't want to get my hopes up for something that probably wouldn't happen.

"Let me talk to your parents, Emily. Maybe you could stay with us during the school week and go home on the weekends." His mom looked at us sternly, "You would have to stay in the guest bedroom but I am here most of the time so it's not like you could get into any trouble you wouldn't normally get into."

I couldn't believe she was offering for me to stay here. It seemed too good to be true.

His mom had accepted the whole werewolf/imprinting thing easily and had welcomed me into their lives quickly. She had been very close to Leah, and I know that she felt sorry for how it had worked out. But Sam was her son and seeing how happy he was with me made her happy.

"Let's eat and then I will give your parents a call. We can talk about it and see what they think. Don't get too excited yet, but I am sure that we can figure something out." She started dishing out dinner and we all sat down at the table.

Sam pulled my chair close to his, so that he could keep one arm wrapped around while we ate. His mom, seeing this, just chuckled and shook her head. Seeing her son so serious and so in love was, I'm sure, a little strange. We were still very young and talking about spending the rest of our lives together was intimidating.

Our meal passed quickly, with Linda chatting about her work, she taught at the reservation school. She told us about all the things they had planned for the new school year.

Sam had started doing patrols at night, running all over the reservation, checking the boundaries. His change had come about because of a vampire coven that had recently moved back into Forks. This particular family was not a threat to us but simply by being near they had caused the werewolf gene, or whatever, to activate. Sam was very protective of me, now that he knew what might be out there, I was almost never alone. Only when I would stay over and he would be patrolling would I be left alone and even then not for long.

I had planned on staying over that night so when Linda called my Mom after dinner to talk, I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. We were going to watch movies and just hang out.

Our parents had been very accepting of us and allowed us a lot of time alone. I was sure that if it were any other guy that my parents would have freaked out but after the Elders and Sam came to the house and talked with my parents they had been surprisingly lax with me. I didn't mind, there wasn't any one else I really wanted to hang out with.

Once I had washed my face and brushed my teeth, never a fun time for me, I got changed. I had taken to wearing Sam's t-shirts to bed, that way if he was out running I would still be able to feel like he was close.

When I walked out of the bathroom Sam scooped me up and carried me into the living room. He sat down on the couch with me in his lap.

"Is your mom still here?" I tried to move off of him, but he kept his arms around me, trapping me against his chest.

"No, she drove up to your house so she and your parents could sit down and talk about our plan. Your mom seemed okay with it but she thinks your dad will take some convincing." His hands were tracing up and down my arms, lingering on the scars on my right hand. He held my hand to his lips and softly brushed kisses all over it.

Shuddering with pleasure at the feeling of his warm lips on my skin, I turned to face him. "Do you really think they will go for it? I'm just not sure Dad will think it's a good idea."

He moved his hands to my face, holding it close to his, "I hope so. Having you here every morning when I wake up, so I can see your beautiful face, would be the best thing that could happen to me."

I looked down shyly; it was almost embarrassing how he thought I was the most beautiful girl in the world. No matter how many times he said it, I still felt like I wasn't quite good enough for him.

"Now, don't hide your face from me. I have plans for those lips," he chuckled as he leaned in to kiss me. The heat from his mouth felt so good, and he was so gentle with me, so careful of my scars. At first I had thought he would be disgusted by them, but he was almost reverent with them, well with me in general.

I moved so that I straddled him, my legs next to his, my hips pressed against him. He kept his mouth on mine, opening his lips, tracing my own with his tongue. He nibbled on my bottom lip, and groaned when I let my tongue slid along his. I loved to hear how I could affect him, making me feel beautiful despite my scars.

My hips started moving instinctively, as the pleasure coiled within me. He ran his hands up my sides until he reached my bra, before flicking the clasp open and releasing my breasts. The felt heavy and I moved to crush them against his chest. Before I could lean forward, though he pulled my shirt up so that he could see me, the cool air making my nipples tighten into hard peaks.

"Oh, Emily" he groaned before capturing one his mouth. The feeling of his hot tongue laving against the tip made me throw my head back and pant. After a few minutes he switched and suckled my other nipple, his hands kneading my breasts the whole time.

I pulled my shirt off, careful as it skimmed my cheek and threw it on the sofa. My bra slid off of my arms, unhindered by my shirt now and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, needing his warmth.

As the pressure built in me, my hips started jerking on their own, rubbing my most sensitive flesh along his hard length. His hands moved to my hips and he helped me set a rhythm, both of us breathless at the sensation.

I stood, sliding my shorts to the ground along with my panties. He raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, smirking at me handsomely. He was bare-chested but still had on his shorts. I straddled him again before he had a chance to move.

We found our rhythm again, and I could feel the tension inside of me getting tighter and tighter. His hands were moving from my hips to my breasts, leaving a trail of warmth where ever they touched. When I felt his teeth lightly biting my nipples, I moaned.

He alternated, biting them before sucking them into his mouth and then blowing. The contrasting sensations were pushing me to the edge. I started to move faster, pressing against him, longing for the pressure. As the waves broke over me, I cried out, grabbing his shoulders.

He rolled me under him quickly, pulling his shorts and boxers off with one hand. My legs parted, allowing him to lay right where I needed him.

There were no words needed, he could see in my eyes that I wanted this. He covered my face in kisses, as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was slick with my own juices, and he parted my flesh easily. The sensation of being stretched to allow for his size was shocking, as was the sense of being filled completely.

I writhed on the cushions, anxious to feel him moving inside of me, but he held himself still, gathering his control. His eyes were shut tight as he started to move slowly, much too slowly for me. I tried to move my hips in sync with his, but his hands stopped me.

"Don't," he choked out, "I am trying… to go slow. I don't want to hurt you." He panted as he spoke, the words husky.

"You are pretty big," I whispered, running my fingers along his spine.

His eyes shot open, and he smirked down at me. I could tell he liked hearing that.

"I am pretty tight; I am surprised you fit." I was shocked at myself, I was never this wicked.

But my words were having an affect on him. He slid in and out faster, holding on to my hips for leverage. I could feel the tension inside of me, spiraling again. His thumb slid over my clit, rubbing roughly back and forth, and I tightened around him.

The sensation of my body contracting around him drove him crazy and he captured my lips in a deep kiss, plundering my mouth with his tongue. We moved together until I felt my peak and my cries were followed closely by his. As the sensations faded, I shivered and he wrapped his arms around me, warming my body.

"So, you wanted me to move in with you why?" I laughed as I said the words.

"That would just be one of the perks, missy." He smiled as he spoke, "but really, just having you here would be enough. I can't wait until we are…"

"Married?" I finished his sentence, joking. "You know what they say about sex after your married, there isn't any."

"Well, I think we may be the exception to that rule." He turned us so that we were lying facing each other, and I snuggled into him.

We lay there for a while and I had just dozed off when the phone rang.

He got up, pulling his shorts back on, and tucked a blanket around me before running into the kitchen to answer it.

I heard him talking but couldn't make out what he was saying. After a minute he hung up.

"So, what do you think about being roomies this school year?" He asked as he walked back into the room.

"Really, they said yes?" I jumped off the sofa and ran to him, throwing myself into his arms.

"Apparently, they think I am an upstanding guy and they trust me to, oh what did Mom say? Not take advantage of their daughter? Was that it?" He was laughing at his own joke, but I was too excited to be mad.

"I can't believe it!" I squealed in happiness.

"But there is one requirement." He set me down in front of him and took my hands in his. "That we plan on getting married, not right away but someday in the not too distant future."

I puzzled, "My parents are making us get engaged?"

It dawned on me as he knelt on the ground in front of me, "No, not your parents, I want to know. Emily, you are the world to me and I want you to be my wife someday." He smiled at me, waiting for my answer.

"Well, I…um…" I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

"Em, you're making me worry here." He sounded a little worried.

"Yes." Before I had finished the word he swept me up in his arms.

"I knew it, I knew it! But baby, you had me scared there for a minute." He crushed me to him in a deep kiss, leaving me breathless.

"Oh, I almost forgot something." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box. I watched, eager to see what he picked for me.

When he opened the box, in it sat antique white gold band with a small diamond in an elegant setting. "It's a hand-me-down, but I thought you would like it."

"Sam, they aren't called hand-me-down's, they are called heirlooms. And it's beautiful." I held my breath as he slid it on my finger.

He brought his face close to mine, "You and me, forever right?" His words were quiet.

I nodded, too overcome to speak, and nestled my face in the crook of his neck, feeling safe and loved.

"Alright, well we better get straightened up, because my mom is on her way and I don't think she will be very happy to walk in on us, naked in her living room." He tossed my clothes at me so that I could get dressed. As I pulled his shirt on, he smiled at me. "That does look pretty good on you, my future bride."

I laughed, at him for being so presumptuous, at the prospect of his mom catching us, and at the idea of being a bride.

But I laughed most of all because he made me so happy.


I want to thank Anuddaone for being my beta-reader/twilight buddy. You should definitely check out her stories, she does good work.