Rated M for Mature Content. 18 and older only please!
~It felt so odd seeing Emmett below her window and when he looked up at her with those big golden eyes, her world tilted on its axis. She'd only heard of this phenomenon from the Quileute wolves, never to see it play out in reality to the point that she thought it was a myth. She should have known that all of the myths she'd been told were true. She'd seen most of them with her own two eyes and now this. Imprinting. Emmett's soul connected with hers in the most tangible way, like a steel tether corded with gold bindings, it wound around her heart and reached toward her best friend with spindly fingers, stretching into his chest and grasping his undead heart right before her eyes.
God, she was hoping he wouldn't want to just stay best friends. This was more than she had ever dreamed of happening and what was even more confusing was that he was a vampire. How in the fuck could she reproduce with a member of the undead? He had to have been shooting blanks. That was the reason for imprinting, according to the legends, but she could not see how she could create a bundle of joy with a vampire.
Bella shook her head inwardly even as her shock and fear played across her features like an open book. She shouldn't be thinking about sex at a time like this. Emmett seemed to catch her bewildered expression and he gave her his infamous grin, complete with those deep, tantalizing dimples she'd always fawned over.
She heard him whisper, "Can I come up?" He sounded so unsure, even with the smile that played on his lips. She remembered that she wasn't wearing any pants so she nodded and opened the window for him but held her finger up in the classic 'wait a second' sign before darting over to her dresser and pulling out the first pair of pajama pants she got her hand on. The striped, brightly colored pants slid up her legs even as she moved back toward the window, eager for Emmett to come up to her. The moment he landed on her beige carpet she slammed into him and wrapped him up in her tiny arms. She squeezed him -not too tightly, she didn't want to hurt him- and pressed her cheek to his unyielding chest.
It only took a split moment for Emmett to hug her back and when he did, her whole world felt complete. She sunk into his embrace and felt his cheek lay on the top of her head. Oh God, she had to tell Troy this new development. Though she was obviously a shifter, as was he, they had no idea if imprinting was the same for her particular genus of species or not and they'd had no one to contact on the very firm request that Bella never wanted to see anyone from her family again. She hoped that Troy would be happy for her, knowing he'd always harbored some sort of fondness for the panther side of her. There was a history there -a given since they'd lived together for over 70 years- but it had all ended mutually and happily.
There was no doubt about imprinting within the Quileute pack, it was a given not a possibility, though they learned from Quil Ateara; the local shaman that it could sometimes take decades to happen. Bella, being the level headed person between the two shifters, had sat down with Troy and admitted that her feelings could grow to beyond a fondness and develop to much more and she didn't want to risk her own heart. If it was as inevitable as the white haired man told them, she didn't want to create a life and family with a man who would leave her someday for someone else. He belonged with his imprint and so she would leave him free to find her.
Now, she was giddy with happiness and relief. With nothing standing in their way, they could complete the imprint and become the soulmates she had always known deep down that they were.
Rosalie. A voice whispered in the back of her head but Bella shoved that voice aside and internally shook her head. If Rosalie wanted to tussle with Bella, she was welcome to it. It had been a long time since Bella had gotten to tear apart a vampire and she was eager to sink her eye teeth into anyone who stood in the way of the most important person in her long life.
She snuggled her face against Emmett's chest, adoring the way her body seemed to fit against his like a puzzle and really loving the pulses of energy that zipped through her body whenever she inhaled. Her nipples, hard from the chill in both the air and against her body, were pebbled and every time her chest moved they rubbed against the fabric of Emmett's shirt causing electricity and delight to coarse through her veins. He stiffened after a few more moments and instead of letting the atmosphere get odd, she leaned back a little and smiled softly up at her best friend.
"Emmett…" Her voice was deeper than normal and she lightly cleared her throat to dislodge the arousal that was stuck there. "Are you okay? You look angry." She inquired after really looking at his face. His brows were furrowed and he looked to be concentrating on something very hard. His short brown curls bounced slightly as he nodded slowly, seemingly unsure that he wanted to nod at all and he kept his eyes locked on hers.
"I'm perfect now, Isabella. Jesus Christ, I've missed the fuck out of you." His gruff voice was thick but with what, Bella wasn't sure. She absolutely loved the way his hands spanned her waist and her name fell off his lips but soon she would have to tell him to call her Bella in public. No one used her full name around here and if they did, she would have to tear into them. She hoped he would continue to say it in private though because the feelings it sent through her body had her abdomen tightening sublimely.
Smiling widely and using this as her chance to show him she wasn't the timid little girl he used to know, she spoke confidently. "I've missed you too. So fucking much." She hugged him to her again and felt Emmett's muscles strain as he held her to him, his breathing became more shallow. He groaned and pulled away, leaving Bella questioning what was wrong. It was on the tip of her tongue when her eyes were guided down to the bulge in his pants.
Holy fuck. That was going to hurt.
She was pulled from the alluring images sweeping through her mind as Emmett moved to sit down in her antique chair with a thump and put his head in his hands. She smiled as she looked down at him. He was so embarrassed by his reaction of her but he needn't be. She was just as guilty. Yes, they had so much to talk about but right now, all she wanted to do was to be wrapped up in his arms with his cool skin against hers. Fire and ice. She was sure that together they would be explosive and a shiver swept down her spine at the thought.
Kneeling in front of the large vampire, she pushed her fingers into his hair once before taking his wrists in her hands. He moved his hands to the sides of his face, uncovering his eyes and looking at her almost pleadingly, seeming to beg forgiveness for being aroused. Bella was filled with understanding as she was struggling with the same thing, only her arousal wasn't prominent like his was.
"Emmett, don't be embarrassed." She wasn't sure why she was about to blurt the truth out this way but her mouth seemed to speak without her brain giving the okay. "I've got to tell you something...I've imprinted on you." She watched as his eyes lit with recognition. "It's a soul deep connection with my kind, though…" Her words were interrupted when Emmett stood fluidly and pulled her into his arms, walking to the bed and her breath left her in a rush. Her arms slid around his neck instinctively and then let go when he placed her on her mattress. His body covered hers in less than a second and she felt the bulge in his jeans press against the soft, warm core between her legs. "Oh God, Emmett." She breathed as her eyelids fluttered. She wanted him so bad but didn't they have so much to talk about?
She looked into his dark ocher eyes which were swirling with black as his arousal heightened, searching his face for any doubt, any hesitation whatsoever. She would do anything for this gorgeous man. He stared straight back at her, into her soul as his hands found hers and pulled her arms above her head, linking their fingers together and pressing his body harder into hers.
"We will talk, Isabella." He whispered huskily and Bella felt a rush of wetness between her legs, bucking her hips at his tone. He grunted at the contact. "I can't help myself right now though, my mate. I need to feel you." He broke eye contact with her to lean down, rubbing his nose along the length of her neck. He planted a kiss on her shoulder. "I need to kiss you." He pressed another kiss to the base of her throat and then her chin before hovering over her lips. "Can I kiss you, Isabella?" His eyes penetrated hers and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
She barely finished nodding when he swooped down and his cool soft lips pressed firmly against hers, swallowing the pleasurable moan that escaped her lips at his scent. The sweet taste of her mate fogged her brain but she kissed him back passionately, their fingers linked tightly above their heads as their bodies pressed together, barely undulating.
