Things I have come to understand his week thanks to my wonderfully insightful Beta, HollettLA: I will never understand the proper use of breath and/or breathe. I will also never use worse and/or worst correctly. On the plus side? I made her *jumpy clap* YAY! Thank you lady for being patient and lovely.

Okay, here it is, the wedding. I have lots and lots of links for you here, down below, and all are on my profile, too.

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Rose's dress: http : / www . polyvore . com / roses _ wedding _ dress / set ? id = 34900179

Bridesmaids: http : / www . polyvore . com / bella _ alice / set ? id = 34248215

Copacabana Palace Hotel: http : / www . copacabanapalace . com / web / orio / rio _ wedding . jsp

Isle Esme House: http : / www . trendir . com / house-design / luxury-beach-house-in-brazil-beachfront-paradise . html

Enjoy guys!

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Chapter 9, Sarongs

Rose never understood how heat could be "sultry" until Brazil. The air in Brazil was perfumed by the heat. Every flower, every body of water, every human body lent their scent to the air. Things smelled sweet and spicy in Brazil. The heat wasn't oppressive, nor was it cool. Instead, constant warm breezes made the heat tolerable. No one sweat in Brazil, instead people walked around with a constant sheen to their skin. The air caressed and nuzzled the skin instead of searing it. It was sultry. There was simply no other word for it.

Brazil did odd things to the loved ones around Rose and Emmett. Although Carlisle and Esme were obviously in love, they had never flaunted it. There were gentle kisses here and there, sweet words, and kind looks, but since the air had enveloped them, their looks had become heated... their words suggestive. Bella, while beautiful and charming in her way, could never have been considered sexy. However, Brazil made her brazen. Her hips swayed with the breeze, her hair curled from the humidity. She licked her lips and trailed fingers down Edward's ever-darkening skin. Alice, whose ever-present exuberance could always be counted on, went still and quiet. She and Jasper exchanged long, yearning looks before abruptly leaving for their room throughout the day.

The spell that was the Brazilian heat wasn't lost on Rose and Emmett, either. Opting to leave the air conditioning in their room off, they reveled in making each other sweat. Nights of intense, exhausting sex faded into mornings of sweet and gentle lovemaking. Rose was slowly falling in love with the all encompassing warmth. She loved how carefree Brazil made her. Gone was her perfectly applied makeup, gone was her perfectly coiffed hair. Instead, she found herself rolling out of bed, throwing on a sundress and letting her hair do whatever the hell it wanted.

The day before the wedding, Rose, Bella, Alice, and Esme took advantage of the hotel's spa. Each woman was massaged, scrubbed, and waxed. And when in Rome...

The morning of the wedding, Rose and Emmett said their goodbyes.

"The next time I see you, beautiful, I'll be making you my wife."

After a huge brunch with the women in her life - including Jake - Rose took a shower and waited for the hoopla to begin. There was hair, makeup, getting into the dress, and re-practicing her vows to get ready for. While Emmett was sure and confident about what he was going to say, Rose didn't know how to properly express herself where Emmett was concerned. She had nothing written down until Caroel King's "Natural Woman" started playing from her iPod on the plane. Since then, the words came easily.

Before she got dressed, Rose had a little something she wanted to give Emmett. Weeks ago, he had admitted that after their first night together, he had a dream. Her saw her on a beach, he saw her pregnant, he also saw her wedding dress pushed up around her waist so that he could consummate their vows immediately. With that little thought in mind, she folded up her panties, placed them in a box, attached a little note that read "These are the panties I won't be wearing today", and had Jasper hand the box over to Emmett with precise instructions that he open it in private. Jasper returned minutes later with a wrapped box and the same instructions. Stepping into the bathroom, Rose opened the box to reveal a pair of shiny gold handcuffs with a note.

"I keep thinking about you using these on me... but I can't help but jerk off when I think about using them on you..."

When it was time to finally put on her dress, Rose couldn't help but remember how it felt the first time. When Jake said he had already made her a dress, she was overwhelmed. After seeing the dress, she was speechless. Jake truly was a genius. For all of his obvious - and not so obvious - faults, the man was an artist. Rose's wedding dress was the stuff her dreams were made of; dramatic, original, and unabashedly Rose.

Although mostly white, the sweetheart neckline was adorned with black lace and sprays of black jewels. Gathering at the hip were two layers of white satin each with a border of yet more black lace. A mock bustle rested on her hip and reached to the back of her dress where additional black lace appliqué graced the satin. Complete with black satin gloves, a black satin top hat with veil, and buckled black shoes, Jake had thought of everything. It was perfect for Rose and, as much as she thought she had been looking forward to the dress hunt, nothing could have ever compared to the masterpiece that Jake had produced.

"Jake," she said when she first saw the dress, "how?"

"How what?"

"It's so perfect for me. How did you do it?"

"We may fight, Rose. We may want to kill each other most of the time and Lord knows there's no one on the planet who can push my buttons better than you..."

Rose shook her head knowingly. It was true. They were an odd and tumultuous pair. But Jake had more to say.

"Despite all that, Rose, in the end?" He paused, "you'll always be the fucking love of my life."

"Jake..." Rose answered, surprised, touched, shocked, moved.

"If I weren't so in love with the almighty peen," he said, winking rakishly, "I would have taken you my damn self and never let another man near you. You're fierce, woman. And..." Jake stopped.

"And? You can't stop there, asshole," Rose said, sweeter than the word had ever been uttered.

"...And you're stuck with me for better or worse too, diva."

She was prepared to walk down the aisle herself, alone. Her family was dead to her and they had been for most of her life. She left the misery that was her childhood at eighteen and never looked back. She was a self-made woman in every sense of the term. Rose didn't need a man to do much of anything for her. Not pay her bills, run her business, or walk her down the aisle at her own wedding and give her away. However, just then, she couldn't think of anything she wanted more.

"Jake, would you do me the honor of walking me down the aisle and giving me away?"

"Like you had to ask," he answered, eyes watering.

That was weeks ago. Looking at herself in the mirror now, she was endlessly amazed at what she saw. She was everything she had hoped she would be someday. Soft and hard. Strong and weak. Frightening and beautiful. She was also ready. It was time to bind herself to a man who had solidified her life. Looking at Bella and Alice, she was filled with a lightness. Both were so stunning in their own Jake originals. Short, flirty, black, lacy dresses, each with a red tiger lily in her hair. Rose couldn't help but marvel at how inexplicably her life was turning out. She'd never dared dream of a life like this and she owed it all to a bear of a man. A man who waiting at the end of an aisle for her.

"You ready, diva?"

Jake, in a light charcoal linen suit with a white linen shirt and lime green pocket square, was holding out his hand to her. She took it happily. Bella handed Rose her bouquet of deep red tiger lilies and smiled before winking. As Alice and Bella made their way out of the waiting room and toward the Nobre Room - where everyone was gathered for the ceremony - Rose felt nothing but confident. When the doors opened and the gentle music started, Alice and Bella began their walk down the aisle. Since everyone was standing, she couldn't yet see Emmett, but she was desperate to. She knew that Alice had dressed him. Rose wanted Emmett looking sexy and irresistible because it's how she saw him everyday.

Threading his arm through hers, Jake kissed her cheek before leading Rose toward Emmett. Down the aisle she could see Esme in a stunning one-shoulder copper satin dress that Jake had made. Carlisle was smiling beside her looking dashing in a blue suit and white tie. Halfway down the aisle, Emmett finally came into view. As they saw each other, his breath hitched and his eyes went wide... Rose began to sweat. Dressed in black pants and matching jacket, his black tuxedo shirt was without a bow tie and was unbuttoned revealing his recently tanned chest. His hair had been slicked back and he looked dangerous, maybe a little sinister, and without a doubt, sexy. He also looked hungry.

As Rose and Jake inched closer and closer, Rose's breath became heavy. Her mouth went dry. Knowing full well that lust was the last thing that brides felt when getting married, she tried in vain to control herself. However, that hunger that she had noticed in Emmett only became more intense the closer she was to him. Finally, they were face-to-face. It was all Rose could do to stop herself from reaching for him.

"Who gives this woman away?" came a deep and accented voice to her left.

"I do," said Jake, proudly.

Then placing her hand in Emmett's paw, Jake lifted the small veil from Rose's face and smiled before stepping away. Bella or Alice took the bouquet from Rose's hand quietly. She didn't notice which one of them did it; she was too focused on him. She stared into Emmett's eyes and realized that Emmett's breathing now matched hers – deep and fast. When Emmett mouthed, "You're a vision," she could feel herself blush for the second time since knowing the man.

Before she knew it, the voice to her left announced that "the bride and groom have written their own vows. Emmett..."

Then Emmett spoke. His eyes never left hers; his hand never let go.

"You saved me from the color beige." A small wave of laughter rolled across the room. "You saved me from average. You've given me color and curves. You've given me a future that I look forward to. You make me smile because I have no other option around you. You've filled my nights and days with your corsets and red lips. And I'll never be able to thank you for all if it. So in return I'm promising to give you everything. Absolutely anything, Rose. Everything is yours, beautiful; I promise."

A bead of sweat that had been collecting weight finally broke free from her brow, like it had so many days, weeks, and months ago. It rolled down the side of her face, down her neck, past her collarbone, and disappeared between her breasts. She looked down at her cleavage then back up at the mountain of a man in front of her. Emmett Cullen was standing his ground and was licking his bottom lip while staring at her chest.

"And now, Rosalie will recite her vows," came the officiant's voice.

Swallowing her need, she took a breath and began speaking.

"I struggled with what to say to you, Emmett. How do you make promises that are important enough when talking about the guy you love more than anything? In the end, I realized I couldn't. I don't have the right words. So instead, this is what I know. I know that I love you as much as you love me. I know that I always will. I know that you make me feel more beautiful, more alive, and more precious than I ever have in my whole life. I know you'd never hurt me, leave me, or disappoint me. You need to know the same. I know that before you, I was nothing but a hard shell and I know that you filled that shell with soft things. Lastly, I know that we were put here to find each other and wherever or whatever God is, I want to thank her profusely for you."

A small rumbling chuckle filled the room. The voice marrying her and Emmett spoke a while longer until Rose finally heard the words that she was desperate to hear.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You make kiss the bride."

As Emmett leaned in close to Rose, he whispered something before kissing her.

"Notice the pocket square?"

Quickly, she looked down. Black lace... her panties? Before she could figure it out and be sure, though, his hands cradled her head and his lips met hers. He kissed her gently, sweetly. But that was all for show. She could feel him holding back, keeping his true desires at bay. As the room erupted into cheers, the couple pulled apart and her bouquet was thrust back into her hands. Making their way down the aisle, they smiled at happy faces around them, only vaguely registering who they were. When they had finally made their way out of the room, Rose pulled Emmett toward the room in which she had been prepped.

As soon as they were inside, Emmet slammed the door closed, locked it and stalked his prey. As Rose dropped her bouquet to the floor, she backed up until her knees met with a large armchair.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

"So do you." Rose managed to get out.

"Now I want to know if these are actually the panties you're not wearing, Rose, Emmett said as he pulled the lace underwear from his jacket.

"Only one way to find out, Peaches."

With determination, Emmett closed the small distance between then, turned Rose around, and pulled her against him. Wrapping his arms around her, his right hand found its way to her chest and wormed its way under her dress, beneath her bustier, until it was desperately squeezing her left breast.

"Tell me you want me right now, Rose."

"I want you. And I have since I saw you at the altar. You don't know how fucking sexy you looked up there."

"I dreamed of this, Rose," he growled into her ear.

"I know you did."

With that, he pulled his hand away, gently bent her over the chair's arm and began pulling piles of fabric up off the ground. Finally, Rose could feel cool air around her calves, then thighs, and finally her ass, which was indeed bare and without underwear.

"Christ, I love you, beautiful," Emmett said before Rose heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled.

A moment later his warm hand was cradling her sex. He moaned.

"You're completely bare, Rose. Shit, it's so smooth."

"You like it?" she asked coyly.

As an answer, Emmett swiftly pushed himself into her waiting body. Their collective whimper filled the room. As Emmett fucked his wife for the first time, he couldn't help but think how perfect it was. The perfect sound of his thighs slapping against her soft ass. The perfect way his body fit into hers. The perfect knowledge that she was his in both the eyes of the world and in the eyes of the law. She was also his in the eyes of whatever God or deity Rose spoke about in her vows. His for always in every way.

I'm being fucked by my husband, Rose thought between thrusts, unknowingly mirroring Emmett's own thinking. As Emmett's large hands grabbed Rose's ass cheeks, she knew their furious outburst wouldn't last long, couldn't last long. Soon enough, her legs began to shake, her vision began to blur.

"Come with me!" Rose shouted before she fell apart.

Unable to refuse his wife, Emmett came, cursing as he went over the edge.

Finally collecting his wits and his breath, he slowly pulled away, and shakily pulled up his pants. Giving Rose his hand, he helped her right herself. Miraculously, nothing was out of place. Her hair was still lovely, her dress was still beautiful, and Rose was flushed and glowing.

"You're still stunning."

"So are you... although you might want to fix your hair a bit."

"Was this okay? I didn't mean to attack you, it's just you... dammit ,Rose, I can't resist you. And you have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck my wife."

"If it was half as much as I wanted to fuck my husband, then yes, I do."

After a few minutes of fixing and preening, the couple made their way to lobby where their family and the photographers were waiting... all with knowing looks on their faces. Shrugging and laughing it off, the group left for pictures. Once finished, they met the rest of party in the Crystal Room, where massive strings of crystals hung from the ceiling and sparkled in the low light. Greeting everyone, eating, and sipping on champagne soon gave way to the first dance.

Rose was adamant about the song. It was an odd choice, but somehow fitting for her, for them. As the uncommon and evocative intro to the song began, all eyes were on the tall, proud couple in the middle of the dance floor. The trilling voice sang the first words and Rose and Emmett spun themselves into their own little world.

To pretend no one can find

The fallacies of morning rose...

Emmett pulled Rose closer to his chest.

Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes,

Courtesies that I despise in me.

Take a ride, take a shot now...

As the chorus started, Rose sang the words to Emmett quietly.

Cos nobody loves me,

It's true.

Not like you do.

Emmett kissed his wife because, yes, he felt the same exact way.

***SW***

"Where's your suitcase, beautiful?"

"Right here," Rose said, patting the large bag on her shoulder.

"Rose, we're going to be gone for two weeks. That can't possibly be enough."

"Two swimsuits, two sundresses, two sarongs, and my toiletries. That's plenty."

"But two weeks?"

"I wasn't planning on wearing much clothing in the coming days, Emmett," Rose purred. "And before you ask, Peaches, no, there's no underwear or bras or lingerie in there, either."

Standing there speechless and dumbfounded, Emmett's head went fuzzy. No panties. Next to no clothing. Two weeks. Soon enough, a dazzling grin graced Emmett's face. Opening his own bag, he pulled out all the extra clothing that he suddenly realized he wouldn't need. He left the gold cuffs in there, though. Happily grabbing everything else he would need and grinning like the cat that caught the canary, he was ready in mere minutes.

Once Rose and Emmett made it to the dock near the hotel, they boarded a small, but well-equipped boat and were on their way.

An hour later, a small island came to view. Peeking through the trees, Rose could make out bits and pieces of a rather large house.

"Welcome to Isle Esme, beautiful."

"Peaches?"

"Yes?"

"Did I just marry a man whose mother has her own private island in Brazil?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, just making sure."

"Okay," said Emmett grinning from ear-to-ear.

After docking, leading Rose to the large, modern house, and unpacking their meager bags, Emmett took Rose on a little tour. His father had had splurged big time for his and Esme's 25th wedding anniversary. The firm that Edward had been working at back then had designed the house. It had been used in countless photo shoots and been the subject of endless architecture and travel magazines. It was perfection and Rose's obvious pleasure at her surroundings made Emmett smile goofily. When they reached the kitchen, they casually picked at some fruit on the counter all the while looking at each other with more hunger than they had at the grapes in their hands.

***SW***

As Rose stepped out of the pool and quickly wiped herself down with a towel, Emmett simply stared at her. Everything about the woman he married turned him on. The way her hips swayed naturally. The way her body moved. The way her hair fell over her shoulder. The way she let her guard down and became vulnerable, even timid at times, when Emmett was particularly aroused. The way she swung fabric around her neck, tying it off and making a dress out of nothing more than a sheet of fabric; a sarong she called it. The way she was pulling her bathing suit bottoms down, down, down her legs and tossing them at him with her toe...

"Rose..." Emmett growled, his body becoming heated even in the cool water.

"Yes, Peaches?" she asked as she put on her sunglasses before untying the bathing suit's halter neck.

Pulling the top down her torso, over her hips and to her ankles, Emmett was ready to pounce. His body coiled ready to attack. How did she constantly elicit this reaction from him? When she slowly sauntered to the deck chair, sat down, and bent one knee letting the sarong fall to the side, it was all he could take. Stepping out of the pool, a man on a mission, he straddled her deck chair, letting the water simply drip off his body.

"Take it off, Rose."

Pulling the sunglasses from her face and placing them beside her on the chair, she looked at her bear of a husband. Strong, broad, dripping wet, and growing harder by the second, he looked like a tawdry romance novel come to life. But he wasn't fiction. Neither was the snarl on his face.

"Not the sunglasses, Rose."

Swallowing and with suddenly shaky hands, Rose reached behind her to untie the sarong. When Emmett looked as he did now, when he stared at her that deeply, when his breath became that labored and deep, something incredibly wonderful, yet incredibly intense followed. As she lowered her hands to her sides, she tried to calm her overly excited nerves but failed miserably.

Bending over to reach the fabric, Emmett pulled on the sarong and tossed it over his shoulder. Marvelously naked, panting, and obviously anxious, Emmett leaned over the chair, resting his hands by Rose's head.

"I want to make you scream for me, Rose," he said before biting her earlobe. "If you hold back, I'll know," he continued before he licked a sensitive spot behind her ear.

Rose let out a shuddering breath.

"Now I want to watch your ass as you walk to guest bedroom on the second floor."

"Why that one?"

"Because it's the only one with a four-poster bed, beautiful."

Holding out his hand for his wife, Emmett waited as Rose took a deep breath. She was rattled and confused and turned on... he could practically smell her arousal despite the flowers and greenery around them. When her warm hand grabbed his, he pulled her up to her feet and pressed her to his body. Warm flesh met warm flesh and both moaned in anticipation.

Emmett watched as Rose pulled away and slowly began to walk back into the house. Her luscious fucking ass trembled with every step, her righteous hips swung side to side. Eyes firmly planted on her backside, Emmett followed his wife through the sliding doors, past the living room on his left, and toward the staircase. When Rose began climbing the stairs, his semi went hard, bobbing with every step he took. A little glimpse, a sliver of flesh, flashed him with every rung of the banister as she walked. Her smooth, soft sex was like a siren song for his cock these days. They didn't last more than five or so hours before having to touch, suck, or fuck each other. Tonight was going to be special. Tonight, , he wanted to use those shiny gold cuffs he bought in Korea not so long ago.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Rose took a right and walked into the guest bedroom, the one with the four-poster bed.

"Take out what's in the bedside table drawer."

Following his directions, Rose opened the drawer, paused, then pulled out four sets of shiny gold cuffs one at a time and placed them on the bed.

"You still want to suck me off then ride me cowgirl, Rose?"

When she didn't answer quickly enough, Emmett asked again.

"Rose, baby, I am so fucking hard right now. If you don't answer me really soon, I'm going to cuff you instead and fuck you until you beg me to stop."

When she didn't answer or move or acknowledge him in any way, he became worried. Afraid he may have finally gone too far, Emmett closed the distance between them, and cupped her face in his hands softly, sweetly.

"Or... we don't have to do anything, beautiful. Just tell me what you want. Anything, you know it's yours."

Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Rose let Emmett's warm hands calm her down. She was over stimulated and possibly overwhelmed, but there was nothing she wanted more than his body just then. Reaching down and gently wrapping her fingers around his shaft, Rose began pumping her hand, slowly. Emmett struggled with keeping his composure. Her hand on his dick was delicious.

"I want you inside me. Please."

Emmett threw his head back and ground his teeth together.

"Please. Please. Please."

Her pleading made his blood pump faster.

"You said anything. Cuff me later, Emmett. Make me scream for you later. Right now, I just need you, not a fantasy."

Righting his head and opening his eyes, he saw a Rose that no one else had ever seen. She was desperate and yearning, ready to curse or cry or both. Nodding his head, he took hold of both of her hands and kissed her forehead before bending down and grabbing her around the waist. Lifting her up, he kissed the smooth spot between her breasts, then slowly lowered her down onto the crisp white sheets. Crawling over her body, he kissed her until he felt something cool and wet graze his upper lip.

He broke his kiss and watched as errant tears fell down her face.

"Don't cry, beautiful."

Rose's soft, pretty lips broke into a small smile. Her chin quivered. He wiped away her tears.

"Tell me what to do," Emmett said softly.

"I want you."

"You have me. You've had me since the first time I ever saw you, Shop Woman."

"I want to feel you. I want to feelhow much you love me."

Nodding his head and raising himself to his knees, Emmett took Rose's leg and rested it on his shoulder. Kissing her ankle, he closed his eyes before slowly entering her waiting body. A strangled cry left Rose's lips as she arched her chest toward the ceiling.

Home.

As Emmett made love to his wife as reverently and as painstakingly slowly as he could, he marveled at the sheer breadth of emotions that crossed her face. From tears to smiles, smiles to lust, lust to laughter, and finally laughter into pleasure. He was right there with her. When she laughed, he did. When she smiled, so did he. When the push and pull from their lovemaking reached its height, when they both held their breath and knew there was nothing left but to let go and release, they did, letting tears of relief and joy slip from their eyes.

Pulling out and gathering his wife in his arms, Emmett couldn't help but have pity for his past life with women. He realized that he had never truly satisfied a woman before Rose. He realized that he had never actually given his heart away before he found the fierce, sexy, beautiful woman in his arms. Sex was mechanical before Rose, as was his life. He finally understood what it meant to make love to a woman. He finally knew why his heart beat.


A/N

The song is "Sour Times" by Portishead and is one of the sexiest damn songs EVER. Actually that whole album was pure sex... pure Trip Hop sex which as we all know is better than regular sex. I digress.

Here is a link: http : / www . youtube . com / watch ? v = niIcxMuORco&playnext = 1&list = PL93D57B18B9BFC093

I sincerely hope I made everyone happy with that. You guys deserve it for being so enthusiastic and kind throughout this. It was a ton of build-up, huh? One last chapter, *sad panda*

Reviews are better than the promise of cuff-sex with Emmett. (Really? Maybe not, but it comes DAMN close!)