Sleeping Beauty

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I do not own Twilight but have a lady crush on S. Myers for her wonderful work (lol)

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Emmett

Holding her in my arms I felt moments of hurt betrayal or loneliness from the last 5 years slip away as a feeling of warmth contentment and love washed over me. That scar made by Lauren was becoming less reddened and angered; Rosalie was right when she said I had finally slayed the dragon of my past.

Her soft even breathes made me relax further and even thought there were 100 questions that we would have to ask and work though right now we were just happy to hold each other. With her small hand on my chest her head tucked under my arm and her hair spilling around her creamy shoulders I placed my hand over hers. Her beauty was undeniable the softness of her skin was unlike anything I have ever felt and her laughter was the sweetest music it filled my heart with pure joy and the only music other then her moans of pleasure to turn me on.

When she began to full in to a deep sleep I took the chance to tell her and myself how I felt about her, my confidence came from the fact I knew she was sleeping and would not know what I had said. "I think I am falling in love with you" the words fell easily from my lips as I placed a gentle kiss to her head before losing my self in the vision of my very own "Sleeping Beauty".

Hours passed as fast as minutes before sleep finally took my eyes away from drinking in her beauty, I wanted to remember very inch of her. The curve of her hip, the swell of her breast and the tiny beauty spot on the bottom corner of her right shoulder. She was perfect and right at this very moment holding her in my arms she was mine.

"Crap, crap" my dreams of a sleeping princess were interrupted by the soft notes of hushed curses by the very real sleeping beauty now missing from my arms. I could smell delicious coffee aromas coming from the kitchen and my stomach growled. Looking at my watch I was surprised to find I had slept till very late in the morning normally by 10 I had been to the gym and got to the club.

Taking in my surroundings from Rosalie's large plush bed I noted how put together everything appeared the matching white linens and distressed white painted furniture. Everything about her home was soft warm and gave a sense of welcome sitting up locating my jeans I could almost see us sitting together in bed while our children fought over which cartoons we would all watch. I pulled on the crumpled bottoms and followed my nose to the kitchen my hunger being replaced by nerves as the sudden apprehension crashed over me.

Walking slowly towards the kitchen my eyes were meet with a vision of the sexiest women in the whole world her hair pulled up by a large clip and her legs bare showing their lush length as she padded around the tiled floor.

However it was not the sexed hair or the bare creamy flesh that made my pulse race it was what she was wearing. My shirt has never looked better then it did right at this second I could only see Rosalie's back and the shirt hung over her shoulders covering her perfect ass stopping mid thigh.

I was so lost in her beauty that I felt every previous worry or apprehension slip away. Now all I wanted was her touch, I slid my arms around her slender waist and kissed her sweet scented neck. She gasped as my presence took her by surprise and after a few seconds I felt her stiffened body relax into my embrace. Her arms reached up behind us and I moaned as her fingers softly wrapped around my neck.

"Morning Rosie" I whispered into her warm neck while creating a small pattern of kisses along her silky skin. Feeling her smile at my greeting I pulled away from her neck allowing her to turn in my arms and face me, "Morning".

Her face was holding a smile her eyebrow was raised slightly in question, "Why do you call me Rosie?" My face must have become completely blank "You called me Rosie last night and you said it again just then. I don't mind, it's just been along time since anyone has called me by that. It's usually Rose or Rosalie is all."

Rosalie was looking almost searching for her answer in my eyes; I could hear in her tone and see in her eyes for myself that she was not annoyed by my "pet" name. "Humm just feels right I guess. Plus Rosalie is quite a mouthful it's very unique and beautiful. Your parents must have seen your enchantment when you were born to come up with it"

A small cease graced her face as a slight frown crossed her eyebrows; I notice her body tense slightly at the mention of her parents and just like last night before talking about her first kiss she quickly removed the honest emotion. "Yes well, Rosalie means "White Rose" the symbol of innocence and purity. It was my mother's favourite flower."

Slowly she moved away from my embrace over to fridge removing the milk and some pieces of fruit. Unsure of what I had said wrong I decided not to push the name issue any further.

Rosalie

The soft gentle breathes tickled my eye lashes as I opened my eyes to see a peaceful and innocent face sleeping soundly in my bed.

Gently I lifted my head from his shoulder taking care not to wake him from his slumber and took some time to study every inch of him. It felt so right seeing him in my bed sleeping under my covers and dreaming on my pillows. Emmett was so strong but at the same time very gentle. He brought out so many emotions in my body, there was the fire and anticipation from his firm knowing touch and yet his strong arms delivered a feeling of safety and warmth.

My small brass clock standing on the little bedside table read 9:30 leaving me stunned at how long I had slept and the stretch of my body confirmed I had been under a deep sleep. It has been years since I have felt so rested and refreshed from sleep, it must have been the safety found in his presence.

Slipping softly from his arms I quietly removed a pair of cotton panties from my dresser and slipped them over my legs. Standing beside my bed looking at the handsome man sleeping my fingers moved the small curl back from his smooth forehead and I smiled as my touch brought a slight curl to his plump lips.

Walking past my couch I found his shirt and pulled it over my arms the swift movement of the fabric caused his scent to swirl around me. He really did smell as wonderful as he tasted. Pulling the sleeves over my hands I raised the cuffs over my nose taking in deep breathes of the cherry cinnamon laced scent. A small giggle fell from my lips when I remembered watching him months ago "sniffing" my coat in his office.

Walking into the kitchen I began to put together some breakfast letting my thoughts run freely through my mind, opening the fridge to search for breakfast items I was suddenly aware of how poor my breakfast menu was. Normally it was a rushed bowl of chocolate hoops or a chocolate pop tart and on really stressful days I would have the cereal then grab the tart out of the toaster on the way to work.

After feeling, seeing and touching his sculpted body most of last night I am sure Emmett would cringe at my "choco-tastic" breakfast routine, maybe I could make some toast with a fruit salad. Just as I was reaching for the coffee I knocked over a few tin cans and the larger of the 2 hit my foot making me curse as I tried to hush my volume as not to wake the gorgeous creature in my bed.

"Morning Rosie" his arms wrapped around my waist causing me to tense up and gasp as he whispered into my neck. Feeling his lips against my sensitive skin and strong arms around me I relaxed back into his embrace, my hands reached above me and I held my hands around the back of his neck.

When I felt him pull away from my neck I turned to face him "Morning" It felt so natural to be stood in his arms in the kitchen holding each other as if we were long time lovers and friends.

He had called me Rosie again, it had been many years since I had been called by that nick name I was not upset in the use of it at all, and in fact it made me smile as much as it did back then.

"Why do you call me Rosie?" I must have caught him off guard at my question Emmett's face drew a blank expression and for a second I thought he may think I was annoyed at him or may be he was unaware that he had called me his "Rosie".

"You called me Rosie last night and you said it again just then. I don't mind, it's just been along time since anyone has called me by that. It's usually Rose or Rosalie is all." He relaxed at my reassurance that it was purely from curiosity.

"Humm just feels right I guess. Plus Rosalie is quite a mouthful it's very unique and beautiful. Your parents must have seen your enchantment when you were born to come up with it"

His answer I am sure was meant in a romantic sense and in no way did he mean it to upset me, however my parents have been a source of great grief and tension since leaving my past life. My body became tense the second his words fell into my head and I could feel the anger spread across my face.

Just like last night I was aware of Emmett's eyes reading my emotions and I quickly pushed the pain away from face. "Yes well, Rosalie means "White Rose" the symbol of innocence and purity. It was my mother's favourite flower."

I swiftly turned towards the fridge and gathered the items to finish making breakfast. My head screaming at me for allowing the past to once again ruin the moment. By the way Emmett shifted his body back against the counter top I knew I had confused him. One minute I am happily in his arms smiling and sharing stolen kisses and the next I am pushing him away becoming the "cold ass bitch" that he had once called me.

"Oh man Chocó hoops! You really are the perfect women Rosie." Emmett had grabbed the cereal box from my fridge and was laughing while popping a few in his dimpled framed mouth. "I love the way they turn the milk chocolaty captain!"

Repeating the cartoon parrot's voice from the box and advert I just started to laugh at his silly voice and child like innocence. In his moment of fun he once again brought a smile and giggle to my lips replacing memories of my past life with smiles of the present.

Turning round to face him I left the fruit salad half chopped on the board and tried to grab a handful of my guilty pleasure but Emmett lifted the box above my reach, "You are such a child!" My attempt to scold him resulted in his booming laugh filling my kitchen.

"Says the grown up and classy lady with children's cereal and pop tarts in her breakfast menu." I was now jumping up in front of him in my attempts to reach the box both of us in laughter "Give up the hoops monkey boy or your nipples are going to get it!"

With in the quickest of flashes I found myself pinned against the counter top between Emmett's legs and he gently slipped a hoop in my mouth with his finger tip lingering "Nice kitty" his once light hearted tone and actions replaced with a sexy undertone that made me shiver.

With his finger still against my lips I lightly flicked my tongue gently sucking the thick digit. My reward for the tease was a deep growl as his arms wrapped around me lifting me forcefully on top the counter. Parting my knees Emmett pulled me closer against him and his hands tilted my face towards his darkened eyes.

Wrapping my fingers around his neck I pulled myself up to taste his sweet mouth and the shivers returned to my body when I felt his warm tongue part my lips and deepen our kiss. The way this man kisses me reduces my body to a liquid chocolate puddle and my body just melts against his strong chest.

Somewhere beyond the moans and open kisses I could hear my house phone ringing before my ears were assaulted by the hyper high pitched tones from Tink's leaving a message on my machine, "Chocolate time! Just grabbing Bell's and we will be at yours in 10 minutes!"

My body froze stiff, 10 minutes? "Oh god you have to go! I need to……… you have to move……… I can't face the chocolate fuelled Tinkerbelle about this…… about us.. Right now……" jumping away from the counter I started to run around the kitchen not knowing what to do or where to start.

There was so much to clear away from her "pixie vision" The bottles I had to clear the beer bottles from last night rushing into the sitting room I started to clear the scene of the "crime"

While I began my crazy running around Emmett stood relaxed against my work top still eating the dry cereal his face looked very amused by my sudden dilemma "Rosie will you calm down it's just the fairy queen and Bell's. Just pretend your not home what is the worst that can happen? They won't know anything. Hey what the hell is "chocolate time" anyways? Is it kinky?"

"Oh dear god it's like heaven and hell all covered in the truth potion that is chocolate. When something happens good or bad and we need to talk we call "chocolate time" where we eat enough chocolate to bankrupt Willy Wonker. But the hell part is while under the influence of coco bean a nun would confess her deepest darkest sins. I can't ignore them because they have a key so there will be no waiting for the door to open and my invite in. Oh god! Emmett your jeep!" my heart stopped when I spotted the monster parked in my drive way.

Minutes and screams of sheer panic later Emmett was standing in the front door way holding his keys pulling on his shoes I had removed all of last nights evidence and once Emmett had left I would shower and dress while the girls fixed things together for our meeting, I would just tell them I had over slept.

"Rosie?" Emmett stopped me mid pace towards the kitchen "I am going to need my shirt…." With time running out fast I pulled the spicy shirt over my head with out a second thought to my actions. "Fucking hell Rosie your killing me here ……"

For just a second I was confused at his words when a slight chill hit my naked flesh and my registration of his gaze made my nipples harden. There was no time I could not and did not want to share this "magic" with anyone else right now, we still had so much to talk about.

A sudden way of guilt flooded through me one moment I am wrapped in his arms dreaming of his admissions of love, the next I am throwing him out afraid of how my friends will react to what ever "this" was.

"Emmett…I need … Please don't hate ……oh god …. I want…explain… Alice …. Bella…" My words were rushing through my mouth so fast and not making any sense to even me, I wanted him to understand why I could not face letting anyone confuse me.

"Rosie calm down, breathe. Go get your shower. I understand how confusing this is but please trust me when I tell you that sometimes it's good to let someone behind the walls" Emmett moved towards me a soft smile sparkly in his eyes. "Can I ring you later?" Emmett had buttoned up the shirt and was now holding me gently in his arms.

His voice was calming as his words let me know he understood. Placing his fingers under my chin he lifted my lips to his leaving a gentle kiss as I whispered a tiny "yes" before he slipped through the white heavy door.

If Sleeping Beauty could tell the god mother how that first kiss felt when it awakened her it would have felt be like this.

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Hey sorry for the late update. Well not that sorry as The Office and Private Tutor both had updates and well let's face it who can write when there is great reading on offer!

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