A/N: Well I moved from 81 to 95 reviews last chapter, so that was pretty good, but as always I am very, very greedy. So READ and then REVIEW!

Moving on to other things. The consensus from last chapter seemed to be somewhere between sour and bitter. Speaking of which, my science teacher informed me that because a lemon is in fact, acidic, it can not be bitter. Acids are sour and bases are bitter. SO GO SOUR!

Lol, any who, if you want to change the lemon rating, review and convince me that that level of lemon-o-city is best.

And just to let you know, I did reply to EVERY review, as always. If you can write a review, I can reply.

I think I finally figured out how to make the 'Tanya' link work. Here's the address, just replace all of the 'dot's with '.'s. Haha

http://media dot photobucket dot com/image/charlize%20theron/jmarsden2472/charlize_theron dot jpg?o=6

I really tried to make this chapter longer for you guys because I know I'm horrible at writing short chapters. Trust me, this one took some effort, and that's also why its late. But it's worth two chapters in length and details, so I figure that's an even trade off.

Enjoy the fluff!

-leslie grace

Tanya POV

"Ow Emmy, what was that for?" Emmet fake-cried. "You damaged my tootie-booty."

Rosalie gave Emmet a look. "Emmet!" She hissed.

Kate raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit. "Tootie-booty? How old are you? Six, seven?"

"Eight actually." He shoved his nose up in the air as if a snob and defiantly crossed his arms. Emmet was like the Drama Queen of comedians. Everything was over the top. He continued and even threw in a smug, teasing glance at Rosalie. "That's what Rosie-Rose calls my AWESOME butt-region-thingy. She says she wishes she could take a bite just like she wishes she could eat fruit loops and- "

"EMMET!" Rosalie shouted. "That was what, ten years ago! On Halloween! When you actually dressed up as a fruit loop!"

"Woah, how did you manage that one?" Kate asked curiously.

Emmet smiled again, casually leaning back on one hand, still sitting in the snow, which would never melt from his nonexistent body heat. Then, nonchalantly, "Alice is a pro at clothing, if you haven't noticed. Somehow she managed to find a giant fruit loop costume on the Internet. Quite a feat actually; it cost us around $500." He winked at Rosalie. "It was worth it."

Rosalie bit her lip, and would've been beat red if she had any blood. I returned my attention to the beautiful Embry, who was much more interesting than any of their pointless stories about Halloween costumes that weren't actually that funny.

He noticed me looking at him and met my eyes for a few brief moments. It was startling how balanced I felt. As if my scales had been tipping up and down for my entire life, and finally I found the right weight to match me. Like the universe had been playing tug-of-war with me and then abruptly a third party came out and rescued me. It felt wonderful.

The connection was broken though, when both of our eyes went to the ground. My face felt hot, something that had never happened to me as a vampire, and out of my lashes I could see the almost delicate looking pink that started to tinge his cheeks. I hadn't spoken one word to the guy.

Again, my thoughts wandered away to things they shouldn't be thinking.

Bet he works out. Yeah, I can just see him working out, a thin layer of sheen sweat covering his body, wearing only shorts and tennis shoes. He'd be like a model I bet, entirely hairless. Scratch that. He'd have a little tuft of hair along the center line of his chest, his bellybutton.

I like model boys…

Tanya. Focus. Tanya. No nudeness. Tanya. WOLFIE! Yeah, imagine that. Slobber when you kiss him, feels like your drowning.

Oddly enough, I'm okay with that.

Ton. No. Ton. No. Ton.

Maybe.

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed him walking towards me, which was weird. I felt as if I should always know exactly what he was doing.

Jeeze Tanya. Hopeless romantic all the sudden? Perhaps those less innocent thoughts are better than this mushy crap.

"Hi." He said shyly, his voice cracking a bit. His voice was deep, a bass. But it was a very nice sound. He didn't seem to have any sort of an accent. I'd liked the guys I'd had with thick, southern drawls, loved it when they said 'darlin'. Something about it was attractive to me. This accent-less voice, however, seemed to offer me pleasure just from the sound though. It was like running barefoot across the cool desert sand at night. Like swimming in a rainforest spring in the morning. Like jumping from a plane at noon. Like a soothing afternoon siesta.

"Hi." I said, equally meek in my response. The others were chattering about something inconsequential during our little exchange.

Come on Tanya! You've slept with more guys than you can count. And you've charmed every one of them. Yet the only thing you can manage is a weak 'hi'?!

As I gave myself an internal pep talk, the others seemed to notice that we existed.

"I see you've met Embry, Tanya. He's quite the catch, huh?" Emmet teased.

"Oh yeah." He said one word to me and I totally want to make out with him.

Get it together Tanya! Just think of what Carlisle would do if you… did.

Kate stuck her hand out to Embry. "Hiya Embry, nice to meet you, I'm Kate."

He shook her hand a bit uncertainly, obviously seeing the Alice in her. The two were actually pretty similar; dark hair, short, and easily excitable.

"So I suppose everyone else is waiting for us at the house then?" Rosalie asked, trying to broach the subject of leaving. I wasn't sure I could drive though; I didn't exactly drink and drive, but I might as well had a shot of vodka too many. I probably wouldn't pay any attention to the road as long as that morsel – I mean mongrel – sat in the back seat.

The house? Hmm, we could always use his room… Nobody ever uses the last cabin. Driving. The McLauren. And multi-tasking while driving… Wonder how flexible he is. Maybe if we could get the seat scooted back far enough.

Tanya. Focus. Tanya. Focus.

"Well I wouldn't say they're waiting. Eleazar and Carmen left a few days ago on a wild trip to see the Egyptian coven, and Garret… Well I'm not totally sure where he is." I leaned in to whisper to Emmet and Rosalie. "He's planning a surprise proposal to Kate."

"What was that Tanya?" Kate said, pausing her conversation with Embry.

"Nothing. Just talking about where Garret's been."

"Where's that?"

"Not sure."

"Really?" She was suspicious.

"Really."

I turned away from both Embry and Kate. Climbed in my car.

Wanna see my bedroom Embry? I have a king sized bed with real silk sheets.

A/N: Something about silk sheets seems sexy to me. I don't know why.

REVIEW! AND REMEMBER THE LEMON-TASTIC SCALE WHICH I'M NOT MODIFYING DESPITE MY SCIENCE TEACHER!!!

Sour - VERY descriptive.

Bitter – Gives description, but edited to a point where it might be considered 'publishable' in a book.

Mild – Descriptive enough, but leaves your imagination to do a little work.

Semi-Sweet – Starts ya' out but then makes you fill in the blank.

Sweet –Pretty much like a brief flashback of the scene, gives basic principle only.