Phones, Pizza and Pan

Thank you for such lovely reviews you are all too sweet and better then chocolate covered monkey men

I do not own Twilight or the monkey man (but I do own a laminated poster of a half naked monkey man)

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Rosalie

The water from the shower head beat over my tired and tense body as I lathered up my favourite white chocolate body wash. My mind was pulling me into a hundred different directions and emotions, there was guilt from throwing Emmett out no more then moments ago he had been so sweet about my situation. There of course was my frustration at the poorly timed announcement of arrival from the pixie, things were just getting good in the kitchen and those Chocó hoops had never been sexier.

Then there was the issue of my feelings towards Emmett and these situations we seemed to end up in. There was an intense physical attraction between us that was very obvious one glimpse of his muscled chest against a tight shirt and my whole body weakened. Those sparkling blue diamonds and that dimpled framed smile made me lose all ability to speak or think leaving me stunned and wanting to do all manner of impolite things.

Yes Emmett made me crave his body, he made me need to feel his skin against mine and yes he did at times behave like a 10 year old boy whizzed out on Harribo making me feel as though I was still in a class room.

But then last night as I walked towards the exit at the rink and when he was sat at the breakfast bar spooning chocolate frosting I had seen a broken hurt and cheated man hiding away his pain and fears.

He was so open and honest with me, he had not felt the need to hide his true emotion instead he opened his heart and shared his past. Over the chocolate "band aid" he had shown me the loving loyal man within sharing his fears of being left behind as he watched our friends build futures together. He understood and never judged me when I confirm my similar feelings.

When he teased me about the X-box and did I "play with big boys" it made me smile and leave behind any negative or hurtful feelings I was reliving at that moment.

There was something about him that could make me forget the upset or past memories I had become lost in, all by just being himself a funny loving carefree and exuberant man.

Like this morning when I got upset at his ideas behind the reason of my name how my parents must have found my name from my "enchantment" and just by making a silly voice and teasing me with cereal he made me forget the past replacing the hurt with laughter.

When he asked if he could ring me later today before he left I could not hide the little flutters in my tummy and when his lips softly placed the gentle kiss on mine it was as if I had been awoken from a spell.

May be I should talk this through with someone? Take his advice about letting people in. The girls would be the ones to help me since they already know every thing past present and with the "pixie vision" I am sure Alice will know my future.

"Its chocolate time!" The excited musical notes of the Tinks sounded above the running warm water. Rinsing the chocolate suds from my body I shut off the water and wrapped myself in my large cream towel stopping to face myself in the mirror my eyes were shining, which is something that has been missing from my pale blue's for a very long time.

"Just getting dressed! Make me a coffee and I shall be with you ladies in 2 minutes" I could hear the cups clinking as they were pulled from the cupboard and placed on the bar I had shared "chocolate time" with Emmett not 12 hours before.

Grabbing my lazy clothes from my drawers I dressed in record time, when I am not at work I tended to favour a more relaxed wardrobe I love my black velvet juicy suit and if we were having chocolate time then a comfy waist band is of the greatest essential.

"I had a call last night from my agent Sue; she was ringing to tell me that my newest book "The Fanged Angel" has just made the top ten lists!" Bella's face was alive with excitement and her blush ever more present "But it's not just in the top ten its made number one! It out sold the latest Jackie Collins!"

We all began the screaming and Alice styled bouncing and clapping in a united celebration of success. It was great news and no wonder we held the chocolate meeting over the melting pots finest chocolate fudge cake.

"Bella that is wonderful news. Although I should be cross that you're surprised by how successful your book was." No matter how many times Alice and I have told her she is a talented author and no matter how many books she sells Bella is always very shocked and shy about her success.

We spent the best part of lunchtime and early afternoon laughing at Bella's hospital room check up from her ice injury and how Edward had said if she was missing him that much she really only needed to text or call him.

Alice was also excited about the latest spring/summer issues of the magazine and the fashion predictions for this coming year something I found strange as it was only November and we had yet to celebrate the festive season. Jasper had impressed the visual department with his classic "noir" style and he had already shot the in house advert campaign for the new scent "Je suis a toi". Seems Tinkerbelle had finally met her prince from all the romantic and chocolate fuelled "confessions" it really is the quiet ones.

"So Emmett get you home ok? You never felt the need to put him in a time out Miss Hale?" Oh god here was the start of the "pixie" interrogation. "No he was in fact very mature. He drove me home and I thanked him. We may have shared a few laughs about Bella's many "check ups" but for once there was no need for a time out or naughty chair."

For some reason I suddenly felt very possessive of the relationship between us. Like a child who wanted to keep her pretty new doll away from her friends so that she wouldn't have to share it and get to keep it all to herself.

Try as hard as I might I knew from the arch of that well groomed "fairy" eyebrow Alice was not going to buy my casual breezy attitude. "So he just drove you home, no offer of coffee or a beer? May be a few games of Grand theft auto?" oh god that damn pixie knew everything for someone so tiny she was fast becoming very annoying.

"Like I said he took me home and we had a nice little chat about clumsy Bella over there. Now if you girls want to help me with something I really need to pick out this years Christmas presentation." I picked up the short selection I had already worked through from under the coffee table, I did catch Bella giving Alice the little head shake and face that said "leave it till she's ready to talk" over the years it has always been Bella who knew when to leave a subject alone, much to Alice's displease.

Both girls knew that when I was ready to talk something through I would answer their questions with a little more depth. I never have been the kind of person to open up easily and details have to be dragged out of me but both girls know when to leave something alone for a while.

"How many students do you have this term? Only I really like this presentation of Peter Pan if you have a good size class." Bella had been reading the 4 selected plays for a while always returning to my favourite a short "child friendly" length of Peter Pan, Alice had also liked that play but felt Cinderella may be more sparkly and she was already picking out wardrobe ideas.

We worked out my play ideas and ate some more sinful treats before the girls needed to head home for their night time "play" with their own Peter Pans.

As I closed the heavy white door behind them I took a deep breathe and felt quite sick not from the chocolate but rather the anticipation of nervous worry.

Will he call me?

Emmett

The smile on my face just seemed to grow wider and looking in the review mirror of the jeep I can see the sparkle that had been missing from my "baby blues" has returned after many years of missing in action.

Looking at the empty seat beside me I can almost hear Rose singing along to "Hello". With out releasing she has awoken something deep within me, the hopes and the dreams I had packed away after Lauren.

The hot stream from my shower helps to clear my mind the water beats out any knots from my muscles and I just can not stop thinking about her. This morning had left me many questions, even though we have been more then personal with each other these last few months I still have so much to learn about Rosie.

On our first meeting I thought I knew the type of women she was, a bitter jealous cold heart bitch, who was wrapped up in herself. Now after really seeing her in those intimate moments I see the scared hurt funny warm and loving women.

There is something there to explain her hard cold wall which she is hiding behind something or rather someone must have made her build that form of defence.

There are moments like this morning when her eyes and body betrayed her real thoughts revealing her true emotions.

Like this morning when we talked about her name and its meaning and again last night when she "wiped away" removed her real feelings about first love and talked about some silly teenage first kiss.

Rose obviously has past life just like the rest of us and I can see a lot of my own past horrors reflected in her eyes on those few betrayed moments. She seems to hide things away just like me and I am sure that like me when she is ready to talk she will share more details with her friends and may be in time she can find the way to return the trust I placed in her.

After years of dealing with my own feelings I know when something's need to be left alone and thanks to Jasper I have learned how to "lighten or change" the mood. A good example was last night when I challenged her to "play" with the big boys and after letting her win a few games she relaxed, dropping the wall.

When she lets that wall down stepping out to let the world see her I have found the most beautiful women. The way she smiles laughs and is so warm it invites you into the most amazing world.

It's like the angel bringing you to heaven.

"Hi boss. You make the most of your night off?" Mike entered my office ready to open the bar for tonight's Salsa dancing. "Yep sure did dude. I'm just working out next month's rota. I really need to know what you and Eric want to work. I will close the club for Christmas day and New Years day same as always, however I am going to need to know who wants to work the big nights"

December is always a massive month in the club's calendar with happy patrons and parties to celebrate the festive season. I would be lucky to grab a night off in the coming weeks and that would not normally bother me but this year I wanted some "free time" with some hope and trust in my heart I may have someone to share the mistletoe with.

By the end of the Salsa class and several scary hip thrusts from Mrs. Webber, everyone's favourite "mature" student I finally made it back to my office and steal a few minutes to phone my Rosie. There was a flutter in my stomach and I did worry about how the call would go, I know that she is the sparkle in my eyes and someone I "have been looking for" but after being away from her these past hours I felt a little sick with anticipation and worry.

Will she be happy I called?

"Hello?" it was only one word and straight away all worry and nervous apprehension left my body. There was only the biggest smile and warmth spreading through me. "You like pizza?"

Thirty minutes later I parked up the jeep in the drive way beside the cute little white fence grabbed the "works" and 6 packs from the passenger seat, waiting for me at the little white door was my angel.

"What's with the screen play? I was under the impression you were a teacher? Edward said you work at the local school and I can see you punishing horny teenage boys rather then teasing them on the stage." I had just set my beer down on her small round coffee table waiting for her to join me on the couch when I noticed the selection of scripts on the top.

"I am a teacher I work at St. Mary's those are a few play ideas I am working through. My class put together a short presentation every Christmas for parents and staff its not a broad way show but it's a nice way to show my students hard work and puts everyone in the festive mood. The head master brings in mince pies and mulled wine and some of the other students sing carols" Rosie had brought in the pizza and some napkins sitting herself down in beside me, we were totally relaxed and this just felt so natural.

"Which one do you think you'll go with? Dickens? That's a classic this time of year. I remember reading through that every bloody Christmas when I was at school, then there was the joy of sitting through all of the golden boys Christmas plays." A little smile stayed ever present on her beautiful lips I loved how the grease from the melted cheese slicked them and how she never fussed about the mess or how un-lady like it was swigging beer and eating a 12 inch.

"That may be a little too hard for my students. I was thinking of sticking with something a lighter, I am pretty certain I'll go with Peter Pan. It's not long has a child like innocence and the song list is very uplifting. Plus there are mermaids and fairies for the girls and pirate and lost boys for the boys. With my class that will work in my favour it's so much easier to work these things when everyone is pleased. Last year I had a hard job to get the boys to agree that "Tinsel the Christmas fairy" was a tough macho story of course the girls just loved the glitter and fairy wings." The way she talked so passionately about her students it was easy to see how much her job meant to her, over more beers I found out a lot more about Miss Hale.

"What made you want to teach?" Rosie sat back into the soft cushion and took a long sip of her beer before frowning I could tell right away I had touched on sore subject but unlike this morning her tone was not harsh or cold.

"Well I love children, when I was still living at home a family friend had a baby, Henry. He was so lovely and every day after school would visit with Vera, help her out where ever could. She had her hands full and was not much older then me but married to a kind hard working man and very content in her simple way of life. Teaching Henry to speak or repeat silly little rhymes always gave me great pleasure; I guess it gave me the confidence in my abilities when I influenced his little mind." Rosie took another swig of beer and before she began to pick at the moistened paper label on the glass.

"When I left …………… all that behind me Henrys little face just always stayed there with me. Of course the girls helped put me on the path; Bella's understanding and Alice's encouragement meant I quickly completed my training. It's been one of the many good things to come from my new life and I don't think I could want to do anything else. Every day I get to tell fairy tales about beautiful princess's brave knights and magic spells cast by wicked witches. Afternoons spent making pictures with chalk on the play ground slabs and put those amazing little people on the first steeping stones of their lives"

With out releasing it I had sat statue still lost in the beauty of her shining eyes and my heart was beating strongly against my chest. Rosie had opened up to me and she was sharing more and more details of her life with me. It was becoming clearer to me with every passing minute I spent in this angel's presence. I was not falling in love with her.

I was in love with her.

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I was going to put in more of their little "getting to know you" session but I got to the last 2 lines and felt it just fitted and I wanted to leave Emmett in his break through moment.

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