Hello! Thanks for all the lovely reviews on the last chapter, they got me through an awful week at work.
I do not own Twilight. I wish.
I wake up to find that Bella has wiggled out of my grasp during the night, and is curled up in a ball under my covers on the left side of the bed. I'm tempted to reach over and pull her to me, grind my morning erection into her ass and kiss her neck until she wakes up. She's just too adorable though, sleeping like that. She was so exhausted last night that I thought I would have to carry her up the stairs. I stroke her hair gently and plant a kiss on the top of her head before tiptoeing into the bathroom to take a leak. I have to take a minute to think about calculus and Grandma Cullen to get my dick under control before I can pee. I brush my teeth in case Bella wakes up and wants some morning action.
I think about getting back into bed but know I won't be able to sleep. I'm halfway to the door when I remember how she freaked out that time I left to get coffee- she won't like waking up alone. I write her a note on the back of an old envelope and prop it up against the alarm clock. I grab a t-shirt and throw it on with my boxers before slipping out the door.
I take the stairs two at a time and head straight for the kitchen. The refrigerator and the pantry are well stocked with healthy shit, but I'm scoping out the last piece of cheesecake. Cheesecake for breakfast isn't that weird, right? Then I picture my dad's face when he comes home and it's all gone... definitely not worth it. I settle for a giant bowl of some kind of healthy whole grain cereal crap, which isn't too bad if you pour a bunch of sugar on top.
My night with Bella replays in my mind over and over again while I eat. That girl is so fucking sexy without even trying. The way she gasped and writhed around on my lap before I even touched her pussy made me want to rip her clothes off and fuck her as soon as we sat down. It was so worth it, though, to take my time and tease her. When I got her naked I thought for sure she'd be nervous about being on top, but she was so worked up that she really let go and enjoyed it. I'm getting hard again, shit. Grandma Cullen. Calculus. Justin Bieber.
It's really tempting to wake Bella, because I want to kiss her and talk to her and make her breakfast and bite her nipples, but she looked so peaceful in my bed that I just can't do it. I find some reruns of Saved by the Bell on TV, and they occupy my attention for an hour or so before I get bored. I could go for a run... except it's raining harder than usual, and I'd probably wake Bella up anyway if I go change my clothes. I guess I could check my email and Facebook account. My laptop is upstairs, but my dad has a computer in his office that I can use.
The walls of his office are covered in awards, diplomas, and photos of us. One wall has low bookshelves filled with medical books and some old first editions of his favorite novels. He has a great office chair, it's huge and formal but really comfortable. The computer takes forever to boot up, and I wonder what it will take to get Bella to have sex with me in this chair. Not fucking likely, with the huge bay window in here. A loud start-up sound screeches from the computer's speakers and I get up to close the door to the office, leaving it open just a crack in case Bella comes looking for me.
I check my email, finding nothing worth reading. Facebook is a good diversion; I have 73 notifications because I haven't checked it in over a week. Pictures of me from our last house party, comments from some of the guys, and a message from Jasper. He wants to know how it's going with Bella, so I type out a quick message. I can tell Jasper some of the romantic shit that I can't tell any of my other friends. I ask him for some advice and click send just as I hear the sound of a phone ringing. A message pops up on the screen: Edward Cullen is calling. I haven't heard any movement coming from upstairs, so I click and accept the call. Edward's face pops up on the screen almost instantly.
"Hey Edward," I mutter, trying to keep my voice down. Edward looks surprised and cocks his head at me questioningly.
"Fuck, I didn't expect to see you. Bonjour, mon frère!" He puts on a thick French accent and I roll my eyes at him.
"Your French still sucks, idiot. Didn't they teach you anything in gay Par-eee?" I tease. He responds by flipping me off.
"I speak better French than you do, asshole."
"I don't speak French at all, so there. I took Spanish in high school." I am tempted to stick my tongue out, but try to hold back to retain some dignity. I've been kind of pissed at Edward ever since I hooked up with Bella, but I miss having my brother around to talk smack.
"Well, you suck at Spanish, too," he chuckles. He's quiet for a minute, and then he asks about her, his voice less boisterous. "Hey, um, did you ever run into Bella Swan again?" I swallow, trying to keep my face calm and answer him without delving into my relationship with Bella.
"She's around. Working at Newton's this summer." I reply, sticking to the facts.
"Shit. I bet she's still pissed at me. I deserve it, you know?" he looks off to the side at something I can't see before shaking his head. "Anyway, what are you doing on Dad's computer in the middle of the day? Didn't your lazy ass get a job for the summer?" he asks, trying to recapture our less serious tone.
"I'm painting houses for Mom. No work today, though, so I'm just sitting around. Are you still in France? I don't see any mimes or like, dudes in berets walking around behind you." He groans.
"Seriously, Emmett? You are so... American," he tells me. "For your information, I got back to Hanover last night."
"Yeah? So, how was your flight?" I ask, a little concerned because he used to be terrified of flying.
"Comme ci, comme ça," he answers in the stupid French accent. I guess he's gotten over that particular fear with all the trips back and forth to the east coast. "Glad to be home."
"When are you gonna be back in Forks, man? I need to talk to you about some stuff." I leave it as vague as possible.
"This weekend, Sunday. What's going on Em? Is everything okay?" he seems concerned, and I try to brush it off and act casual.
"No big deal man, nothing important. Just want to talk face to face," I answer, shrugging my shoulders. I don't want to talk about Bella while she's here- I need to get him alone first, make him understand how important she is to me. Maybe I can pick him up at the airport when he gets back and we can talk in the car.
"What do you call what we're doing right here?" he asks with a smile.
"Well, I see an ass... so I guess I'd call it ass-to-face." That earns me a laugh, but I wince when Edward responds.
"Ass to face? I've seen that movie, it was pretty hot." He's smirking now, and I just roll my eyes at him again.
"Hilarious, bro. Listen, I have shit to do so I'm gonna hang up. Call Mom tonight okay? On the real phone? She misses you, for some reason."
"Yeah, I'll call her. I'll see you next week." He waves, and I see his arm reach forward before the connection is severed.
I shut down the computer and tap my fingers on the desk for a minute. I want to go wake Bella up and do something fun with her, or get in bed with her... but I feel like it's more important for us to talk about what's going to happen. We keep avoiding the subject of Edward's return to Forks, and want to talk it out and make a plan. I know Edward wants to apologize to her and pour his heart out or whatever, but I don't know if that will just make things worse for her. I have to find out what she wants... because ultimately, what she wants is all that matters.
The chair makes a loud scraping noise as I pull away from the desk. I open the door to the hallway and let out a girly yelp when I see Bella standing in the hallway.
"Whoa, B, you scared me. I didn't hear you get up." She's looking at me, but doesn't speak.
"Bella? Everything okay?" She doesn't move, not even to nod her head or acknowledge my question. My eyes travel down from her face and I notice how tense she is. Her posture is stiff, her feet frozen in mid-step. The only movement comes from her hands, which are clenching and unclenching into fists.
"Shit, Bella. I'm sorry- you heard us talking?" She nods. "He just called on skype because he thought- the computer was on, and he thought I was my dad. I didn't know he was going to call." She opens her mouth to speak, but it takes her a moment to get out the words.
"I thought he was in there. With you." She tilts her head towards the door behind me.
I move towards her, slipping my hands into hers. I pull her arms up, bring them to my shoulders and she tightens them around my neck. I hug her close and she clings to me silently for a few minutes- two? ten?
"C'mon," I whisper to her, moving away. I drag her over to the living room and sit on the sofa, pulling her into my lap. She wiggles away, crossing her legs underneath her and turning her body so that she's facing me.
"I'm sorry, I kind of panicked," she admits.
"Yeah, you seemed like you were scared. Can you tell me what you're afraid of?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders. "Bella, we have to talk about some of this, okay? I know it's weird, but it's driving me crazy not to know what you're thinking. Edward's coming back whether we talk about it or not, and I think we need to have a plan."
"I guess I'm afraid of seeing him. Like if I see him, if we're in the same room, I'm going to really panic. When I think about... about the last time I saw him?" she flushes, not wanting to refer to that encounter any other way. "I feel that way, I feel anxious." She's twisting her hands in her lap and looking at them instead of me.
"Why? Is it because you think he's going to do something or say something to hurt you?" I brush her hair back from her face.
"No, no. I know that he isn't, like, mean or anything. I know he wasn't... trying to hurt my feelings. It's just that if I think about him too much, Em, I start to remember how humiliated I was and it's hard to keep it all from coming back up." She looks up at me then, and it breaks my fucking heart because she has tears in her eyes and she looks... ashamed. If what I've seen is just a fraction of her pain, I can't imagine what she was like last summer.
"He, uh, he wants to explain, Bella." She cocks her head, questioning. "He wants to explain why- why he went through with it I guess. And he wants to apologize to you. He told me he's sorry, he knows he hurt you and he's never forgiven himself."
She shakes her head, scooting backwards on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't know, I don't think I want to talk about it, I don't... I don't know if I can." Her eyes are trained on her lap again.
"Bella, look at me." I lower my voice a little, trying to sound firm. Her head lifts slightly, her eyes fixing on mine. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You don't have to talk to him at all, I promise you, I swear," I tell her, my voice wavering with emotion.
"How would it work, Emmett? He'll be here. I can't come to your house," she whispers, moving closer.
"Sure you can. I'll tell him to leave us alone, we'll go to my room or stay downstairs. But if you don't feel comfortable here, we can hang out at your place with Charlie." I wink and am rewarded with a weak smile. She leans into me and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her in closer.
"I don't want to make things awkward between you and your brother," she mumbles.
"I don't really give a shit how things are between me and my brother," I reply. She lifts her head to look me in the eyes.
"Bullshit, Emmett," she calls me out, sounding angry.
"What? It's true. He made a choice, Bella. He was fucking 18 years old, which is old enough to know better, but he did something he knew was wrong and stupid. He hurt someone I love. So if the goddamn dinner table conversation is awkward... well, fuck it. Esme will get over it. We'll just avoid him- we'll go to Charlie's, like I said, or hang out somewhere else. I only have to live in the same house with him until the end of the summer, and then you and I will be back at school. And next summer we can get an apartment in Seattle or something, so we don't have to be around him." Her anger seems to have faded. I hope she didn't catch that I just told her I love her in the most un-fucking-romantic way of all time.
"You would do that? Avoid Edward, stay with me?" she asks, biting her lip.
"Yes, Bella. I would do anything for you." I cup her face in my hands, kissing her forehead gently. She sighs.
"Emmett, I heard you talking to him," she says, pulling away.
"I know, B, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were awake."
"No, I mean, I heard the way you were talking to him. You were joking, laughing. You miss him." She's telling, not asking, so I don't know what to say.
"Yeah, I guess I do. I mean, I miss my little brother. Sarcastic, funny, kind of emo but always there to help me out, you know? He was always good at like, picking thoughts out of my head and knowing exactly what I needed to talk about." She nods. "But I'm also really pissed off at the stupid, thoughtless asshole who took advantage of your trust. And you're the most important thing to me, now... Bella, you're the most important thing in my life." She seems to be lost in thought, contemplating my explanation. Eventually she nods again.
"I want to try, Emmett. I want you, more than anything. You're the most important thing, to me, too." She's stammering, nervous. It makes my heart swell to hear her express herself like this. "I want us to work. So I think I need to get, um, some closure, with Edward. So I think.. yeah, I want to talk to him."
"Bella, I don't want you to do it for me, okay? I'm with you, either way."
"I know. And I appreciate that. But the thing is... I want to do it for me, so I can maybe let go of some of my anxiety. And.. well, I want to be with you... hopefully for... a long time. So if we avoid him all summer, what happens at Thanksgiving? And Christmas? You know what I mean?" She looks worried. "I mean if that's not what you want, I'm not trying to put any pressure on you, or make plans, or-"
"Bella?" I interrupt her before she can continue.
"Yeah?"
"I want to be with you for a long time, too. I love you." Her whole face flushes pink, and she smiles shyly at me.
"I love you, too," she sighs. I lean down and kiss her softly, combing my fingers through her hair.
"When is he coming home?" she asks.
"Sunday. Four days." I reach out for her, wanting her close, but she stays where she is.
"Okay," she exhales slowly. "How about Wednesday? Can you set it up? I don't want to come here though."
"Your place?" I ask.
"Yeah. You're coming too, right?" she asks, sounding panicked.
"If you want me to be there, I'll be there. It's up to you." I grab her hand and squeeze it.
"Okay, yeah. Yeah. I need you there. And you'll tell him first, right? About us?" She looks to me for confirmation and I nod vigorously.
"I think I'm gonna tell my parents I want to pick him up at the airport. That way I can talk to him alone, without them nosing around." She nods her head in agreement, and her stomach growls at the exact same time.
"I think I need to feed you," I tell her, tickling her side. She doesn't laugh, but I get a real smile. I stand up, stretching my limbs, and notice that it's after noon. "I dare you to eat the last piece of cheesecake," I tease, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet.
I "cook" lunch for Bella by microwaving some leftovers, and we eat together at the breakfast bar. She seems a little cheerier now that we have a plan- or maybe it's because her shock from earlier has worn off. She rinses the dishes and hands them to me so I can load the dishwasher, and then she looks at the clock on the microwave.
"I'd better go- it's getting late," she jerks her head towards the display as it turns to one o'clock.
"One o'clock is not late. And we have the house to ourselves until at least four. Stay?" I plead. I move closer to her, leaning down to brush my lips against her neck. "Please?"
"I need to, umm, take a shower," she argues, but she has trouble getting the words out. I'm distracting her by nibbling on her earlobe.
"We have showers here. Lots of 'em." I reply. I cup her chin with my palm and tilt her head back, bringing my lips to hers. She responds enthusiastically, opening her mouth to me immediately. I kiss her in the kitchen for a long time, just enjoying the feel of her pressed up against me. She starts pulling at my t-shirt, trying to get it off, but I step back.
"I thought you wanted to take a shower?" I ask. I reach for her and hook two fingers into the waistband of her jeans, pulling her forwards as I walk backwards.
"Yes," she replies, her breathing heavy.
"So let's go." I let go of her clothes, turning and walking towards the staircase. She follows me silently. When we reach my bedroom, I push her up against the wall and kiss her again, roughly. I wait until she's gasping and pushing her chest into me before I pull away and walk into my bathroom.
I reach into the shower and turn on the hot water. Bella follows me, leaning against the vanity while I test the water temperature with my hand. Her chest is heaving and she's ogling me quite obviously- her eyes are trained on my ass, my chest, my arms. I pull out a clean towel from the linen closet, hanging it on the towel rack in reach of the shower. I turn to Bella and stalk towards her purposefully, moving close to her but not touching her at all. We're centimeters apart and I can feel the heat coming off of her skin. She tilts her head up, pushes up on her toes a little to get closer to me in anticipation of a kiss. I lean down so my lips brush against hers when I speak.
"You're all set," I whisper. I bite her bottom lip, pulling it gently before I release it as I straighten up. I turn to leave, and Bella looks- confused. Stunned.
"You're not gonna..." she begins, gesturing towards the shower.
"Not gonna what?" I raise my eyebrow at her, playing dumb. She smirks at me, and I know she's onto my game.
"Aren't you going to take a shower? With me?" She sticks out her lower lip in a pout, and I want to bite it again. Her mouth is so goddamn sexy.
"I already took a shower today." I challenge her. Her smile falters, because she's not sure how to get what she wants. Her hesitance only lasts for a second, though, before her eyes light up. She grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up quickly over her head, tossing it at my feet. She shrugs out of her bra just as fast, letting it drop to the floor.
"Won't you keep me company?" she asks, her voice a little higher. She's trying to sound innocent, sweet, and it fucking works. My cock is painfully hard and it's practically begging me to stop playing this game and fuck her right now. But she's fucking having fun, and playful Bella means adventurous Bella, and maybe she'll let me fuck her standing up in the shower. I've always wanted to do that and I've never tried.
"Since you asked nicely..." I reply, grinning at her as I pull off my clothes. She already has her jeans off and she hops into the shower, leaving the curtain open for me. I stand there for a minute, naked, just watching the water cascade over her body. It's soaking her hair, slicking it back from her face. The heat is making her skin flush red- or maybe it's just her excitement. I can't help but grab my aching dick, stroking it a few times to take the edge off. She whimpers at the sight and reaches her hand out for me so I'll join her.
I step in with her and she shuffles backwards. I close the curtain and pull her flush against my chest, kissing her again. I flip us around so that the spray is falling directly on her, and I pull away from the kiss so I can reach for my shampoo. She's still facing me, and I can't figure out how to wash her hair like that. I put my hands on her waist, spinning her around so her back is to me. I'm distracted for a few minutes by her body. I grip her waist tightly before pulling her against me with my hand flat on her belly. I let the other hand trail down to her hips, rubbing her gently in that spot that drove her crazy last night. She cries out and pushes back against me as soon as I touch her there.
She calms a little when I move my hands away, sliding them up her torso to cup her breasts briefly. Finally I pull them back, opening the shampoo and squirting some into my hands. I rub them together and them slip them into Bella's hair, massaging her scalp. I think I used too much shampoo, because the lather is foaming up everywhere, but she seems to enjoy the way I'm touching her.
I run my fingers all through her hair, making sure the soap gets down to the ends, before positioning her under the showerhead to rinse it out. When I'm done, I spin her around again so we can make out some more. She's absolutely shaking with excitement, and her shyness seems to have left the building, at least temporarily. I'm playing with her nipples- brushing them gently with my thumbs, adding a firm pinch every so often to make Bella squeal.
I move to my attention to her lips, kissing her again and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She moans and I feel her tongue wrestling with mine. I reach down to grab the body wash from the side of the tub, but she grabs my hand to stop me.
"Emmett," she says, but it's more like a question. A plea.
"What do you want baby? Anything, I'll give you anything." I cover her neck with kisses.
"Fuck!" she cries as I bite down on her neck, sucking her skin briefly into my mouth. "I want you inside me," she says. I have one hand wrapped around her waist, and I use it to pull her tightly against me.
"You want this?" I ask, feeling dirty, like I want to be a little rough. I rub my cock against her, earning a moan. I don't want to hurt her, or scare her, but I can tell she doesn't want slow and safe today either.
"Yessss," she hisses.
"Say it." I'm grinding on her now- and she's pushing back against me with just as much fervor.
"I want your cock," she moans. Goddammit, I want to lift her up and press her against the wall and just slam my dick into her. She's literally begging for it, but I don't have any condoms in the bathroom. I reach between her legs and stroke her inner thigh gently before sliding my fingers up to her pussy. I don't give her any warning before I push two fingers inside her, and she gasps and whimpers when she feels the invasion.
"I can't give it to you in here, Bella. No condoms," I explain, as I pump my fingers in an out of her. Her wetness is covering my hand and she's bucking her hips, twisting, trying to get me to touch her clit in some way. I avoid it, teasing her, fucking her with my fingers and twisting them occasionally to hit a new spot.
She reaches behind her to shut off the water abruptly, and I pull my fingers away from her, stepping back. She's whipping open the shower curtain and stepping out, stomping into my room without drying off. I step out of the shower to follow her, but she's back in a few seconds, tossing the black box at me.
"Now." I raise my eyebrow at her command, but I fucking love it. She's so sexy, dripping wet, flushed with excitement and dying for me to fuck her. I pull one of the packets out of the box and toss it onto the counter. I have trouble getting it open because it's so slippery, but I hurry because Bella's standing there watching me, waiting. I stroke my dick a few times after I unroll the condom, making sure it's going to stay on. She moans again- she really seems to like seeing me do that.
"Do you wanna get back in?" I ask, gesturing to the shower. She shakes her head no, moving close to me and wrapping her little hand around my dick.
"Need it, please," she begs. She hops up on the edge of the vanity, reaching out for me, pleading with her eyes. The mirror behind her gives me an idea- but I don't know if she'll be into it. I move close to her, letting my hand fall between her legs again. This time I focus on her clit, rubbing it in slow, firm strokes. She whimpers at every pass.
"Bella, do you want to turn around and face the mirror too? So we can both see?" I whisper to her. I haven't suggested this before, because I know that's how... how she lost her virginity. "I'll hold you so tight, baby, and make it good for you." I feel like kind of an asshole, because I'm rubbing her clit and trying to coerce her. She probably would say no to this if I asked her when she was a little more less... out of her mind with lust.
She nods, pushing my hand away so she can slide forward off the edge of the counter. She's lost some of her bravado though, and I can tell the nerves are breaking through. I turn her around to face the mirror with me, and her eyes are closed. Fuck, I have to fix this. I bow my head, bending down to kiss her neck and suck on the skin softly. My hands are cupping her breasts, plucking at her nipples and squeezing her occasionally. I watch the tension fade from her body as I touch her, and I let one hand slide down to her clit again. I can tell she's getting close.
"Open your eyes, Bella." She does, meeting my gaze in the mirror. I lock eyes with her as my fingers make contact with her clit and she shudders. "You're so beautiful, so sexy. I love you. I love the way this looks. I love seeing how turned on you are." I whisper into her ear.
She's circling her hips now, pushing against me when I brush her clit, and I could make her cum in 10 seconds. I pull away though, letting my hand slide up her abdomen. My fingers are glistening from her, and I know she notices- she moans when she sees it. My cock is rubbing against her ass, ready to go.
"Are you sure, Bella? Do you want to try this, or go in the bedroom?" I give her an out, another option in case she's only doing it like this to appease me.
"We can change, right? If I don't..." she trails off.
"Of course, B. Anything you want. Anything." I kiss her neck again, and bend my knees a little so I can rub my dick against her entrance.
"Oh God!" she cries. "Emmett, yes, yes, inside me, please," she starts begging, pleading, and I slide into her slowly, filling her. I watch her face as I enter her, her eyelids fluttering as she absorbs all the sensations. Her hands are gripping the edge of the vanity, and I'm holding her tightly to me with my left hand. The other hand is still pinching her nipples, alternating back and forth between her breasts.
"Can you see, Bella?" I ask, looking down towards the bottom of the mirror. I can see the place we're joined- my cock sliding in and out of her, and it's so hot that I have to close my eyes so I don't come right away. When I open them again, I can see that she's staring at the same place, her tongue poking out between her lips. I don't let go of the hold I have around her waist, but I move my hand from her breasts down to her pussy. I stroke the sensitive skin there, and I can feel the way I'm stretching her as I move in and out. I touch her clit again, rubbing once, twice, three times, and she screams.
Her body is convulsing and she's whimpering and moaning, it's so hot. I feel her knees give and I use my grip on her to hold her up, pushing her against the countertop a little for leverage. She comes for a long time and I keep up my slow, deep stroke. I can't hold her up, though, and stay in this position with my knees bent. When I feel her stand again, I pull out of her slowly. She whimpers, looking up at me in the mirror. I spin her around and lift her up on the counter, like her original idea. She opens her legs to me immediately and grabs my dick, guiding it inside. She clings to me, her arms around my neck. The water has mostly evaporated from our skin but is still dripping from our hair.
I move faster now, harder since she's already come. I do want her to come again, but I've been hard since I woke up this morning and I don't think my cock will wait. I'm looking into her eyes, and I think she sees how I'm struggling to hold back. She leans back, placing her palms flat on the countertop and resting her torso against her arms.
"Harder, Emmett," she begs. "Come for me." I want to deny that request, get her off once more, but watching her breasts bounce as I fuck her does me in.
"Fuck, Bella. I love you. I love you, I love you," I chant, thrusting into her one last time and stilling as I feel the release I've been craving. I lean forward, kissing her breasts and up her chest until I reach her lips. I pull her up to me, holding her close again as I come down.
"I love you, too," she whispers, kissing my chest.
"You're amazing," I respond. I'm so lucky that this beautiful, sexy girl loves me.
"Wanna finish this shower?" she asks, eventually. I realize she probably still has soap in her hair and we're all sticky and sweaty. I grin, pulling her off the counter and back into the shower. This time it's slow, sweet, tender- all of our touches are loving and gentle.
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