A/N: Welcome back! Chapter 11 is a little shorter than usual, it's mostly Bella's reflections on the EmPOV stuff from last chapter. Oh, and some smut. :)

Believe it or not, I am not S. Meyer posting fanfiction under an alias. I do not own Twilight.


"Let me dry your hair," he says, grinning. I'm standing in Emmett's bedroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel, and he's strutting around naked. It's funny to see him naked like this when we're not having sex. He seems so comfortable, and I'm holding on to the edge of my towel with a death grip. He moves behind me and starts patting my hair gently with another towel.

"Em? What are you doing?" I ask, patiently.

"Uhh... drying your hair? Is this not how you do it?" he leans over my shoulder so he can see my face, and I giggle at him.

"It's how I would do it if I wanted to spend eight hours drying my hair every day..." I tease. He sticks his tongue out at me and starts rubbing my hair vigorously with the towel. I shriek, jumping out of the way because I want to avoid dealing with a tangled mess later on. I grab the towel from him and throw it on the floor before combing my fingers through my hair to tame the mess he's created.

"Emmett, darling? Bella? Are you here?" We both turn to look at his bedroom door, which is slightly ajar, when we hear Esme coming up the stairs. He leaps to it and closes it quickly before answering her.

"Yeah, Ma. We'll be down in a few minutes." He's scrambling to get dressed, and he almost falls over while trying to step into his boxer briefs. I bite my lip to control my laughter.

"Oh! Alright, dear," she says, the sound of her voice retreating. "No rush!" she calls out as an afterthought. Emmett leans back against the door, dressed now in a pair of shorts. He rolls his eyes and shrugs, looking embarrassed.

"At least she didn't get here half an hour ago," he offers. The thought is mortifying, and I can feel my skin heat up as I blush and pull the towel tighter around my body. "Bella, you have to stop that," Emmett groans. His voice is deeper, and he's shaking his head at me. My eyes go down to my body, wondering what I've done wrong.

"What? I..." I start to ask what it is that he wants me to stop, but he crosses the room quickly and cuts me off.

"Blushing like that. It reminds me of the way you blush when you come, and I can't be thinking about that while my mom's downstairs waiting for us." He leans down to kiss my neck, and I feel the warmth spread over my skin. He wraps his big hands around my waist and pulls me close enough to feel him hard against me.

"Emmett? We just..." I don't know what I'm asking, and his kisses are distracting me. All I can squeak out is, "Again?" He pulls back and chuckles, planting one more firm kiss on my neck before brushing his lips against mine.

"All day, every day, if I had my way," he says, winking at me. "But I think we should go downstairs and say hi to Mom so she doesn't get creeped out." He steps into the bathroom to grab my clothes from earlier, and hands them to me before sinking down on his bed. He leans against the headboard with his hands behind his head, watching me. I can't bring myself to drop the towel, so I scurry into the bathroom with my clothes.

When I emerge, Emmett has a t-shirt on and he grabs my hand, pulling me behind him. We hear Esme in the kitchen, and I consider slipping out the front door to avoid seeing her. She was always friendly to me, but I don't know how she'll react in this situation. Finding Emmett and I together- both with wet hair, obviously having showered? I'm sure she'll know what we were up to. Before I can come up with an excuse, though, Emmett is pulling me through the kitchen door and we find Esme standing in front of the refrigerator, arms akimbo, pondering its contents.

"Hey Mom," he bellows, and I hide behind him. She turns her attention to us and walks over to kiss Emmett on the cheek.

"Hello, dear," she murmurs before turning to me. "Bella! It's been too long." She cups my face in her hands and kisses my forehead. I relax a little when I take in her expression and see nothing but kindness. I'm so grateful for her acceptance and happy to see her again that I throw my arms around her and pull her in for a quick hug. She hugs me back, tightly, and I feel tears well up in my eyes. I blink them away, moving back to hide myself behind Emmett's large frame. I'm not usually so affectionate, and I'm embarrassed.

"Well that's a nice greeting!" she says, slapping Emmett playfully. "I wish my sons would hug me like that more often." Emmett grins and picks her up, spinning her around before setting her back down on the floor. She shakes her head, dizzy, and goes back to the open refrigerator. "Bella, are you staying for dinner? I think we're going to have to order a pizza because a certain person is eating Carlisle and I out of house and home."

"Umm, Mom? What's this about a pizza?" he asks, rubbing his belly. Esme sets a bowl of grapes on the counter and he starts picking at them and shoving them in his mouth.

"I should be going, actually. I need to be home before Charlie, I promised I'd cook him dinner," I explain. I pick up my keys from the kitchen counter, where I'd left them last night, and step towards the kitchen door. I look at Emmett, trying to communicate silently that I want him to walk out with me so we can say goodbye. "Umm, thank you though. I'm going to take off..." I linger at the counter, watching Emmett toss grapes up in the air and catch them with his mouth.

"Honestly, Bella, you must think I raised a barbarian," Esme says, grinning. She snatches Emmett's grape out of the air and pulls the bowl away from him. "Emmett, be polite and walk Bella to her car."

"I was going to!" he insists, following me out to my truck. He presses me up against the door and kisses me sweetly. He tastes like grapes, and the taste lingers in my mouth even after he pulls away.

"I love you, Bella," he whispers.

"I love you," I respond. I pull away slowly, planting kisses on his jaw, his neck, and right over his heart. He slaps my ass playfully as I climb into the truck, and I back out of the Cullens' driveway carefully. I wave as I drive away, and he blows me a kiss.


At home, I fry up some fish for Charlie and I to eat for dinner. We eat in companionable silence, punctuated by a few spurts of conversation when one of us relays a story about work. After dinner, he offers to do the dishes but I wave him off, knowing the Mariners have a game tonight. I wash up and head for the stairs, wanting to lock myself in my bedroom and call Alice.

"Hey Bells?" he calls, beckoning me into the living room.

"What's up?" I ask, leaning against the door frame. He's muted the television, which means this is a serious conversation. He looks uncomfortable, picking at invisible lint on his pant leg and avoiding eye contact.

"Listen, I uh... I know you're an adult, and all, and I uh... respect that. I just want to make sure you're... being safe." He cringes as he says those last two words, and I cover my face with my hands.

"Dad! Seriously?" I shriek.

"Bella, you just have to be responsible about these things. I can't have you dropping out of college because you're pregnant." I groan, wishing I could slip away and never broach this topic again.

"Dad. It's okay. I've got it under control." He opens his mouth to add something, but I raise my hand in the universal gesture for "Stop!"

"Really, it's fine. Please, please, please, can we just never talk about this ever again?" He looks relieved. He nods and turns his attention back to the TV, pushing the mute button on the remote to bring the sound back to life.

I run up the stairs and close and lock my bedroom door behind me. I have a text message from Emmett that says, "Dad is disappointed you didn't stay for dinner. I think he has a crush on you."

I text him back, telling him, "I do have a thing for older men..." We text back and forth for a while until my phone rings.

"Hi, Alice!" I answer cheerily.

"Bella!" she screeches. "Guess what? I get to see Jasper in less than twenty-four hours!" I laugh, waiting for her to take a breath. "I miss him so much I want to scream!"

"Really? I had no idea that you missed him. You never mentioned it over the phone or in any of your emails..." I tease her.

"Whatever, some of us aren't lucky enough to go home for the whole summer with our hot boyfriends," she grumbles. "Speaking of hotties, how are things with Emmett?"

"Things with Emmett... are pretty amazing." I tell her all about spending the night at his place, the scare I had when I heard Edward's voice, and our conversation afterward.

"So you're going to talk to him?" she asks. "Are you sure it won't upset you?" She sounds concerned, and I understand. I've spent hours on the phone with Alice analyzing the Edward situation, and until now I've been pretty insistent that I want to put off seeing him as long as possible.

"I don't know, Ali. Before I spent all this time with Emmett, the thought of seeing Edward made me feel sick to my stomach. Now... I don't know. I still feel nervous about it, but I feel a little stronger with Emmett in my corner." Alice is humming, thinking through my explanation.

"Is he going to be there? When you talk to Edward?"

"Yeah, he said he would be. I think that will make it easier." I shrug, picking up a bottle of nail polish from my bedside table and pulling my knee up to my chest so I can paint my toenails.

"You sound remarkably calm, Bella." She sounds suspicious. I paint three nails, taking time to think before I respond.

"I've thought about it a lot, Alice. The worst thing that could happen is that I would panic, being around Edward. If that happens, Emmett will take care of me. He... he told me he loves me." I stumble over the words, but I'm not embarrassed. I'm proud that he chose me, loves me.

"Awww! Bella, what have I told you about leading with the good stuff? So did he say it first or did you? You did say it, right? You've been in love with that boy since day one, whether you know it or not."

"He said it first. And yeah, I said it back." I let out a happy sigh, finishing my left foot. "The point is... he told me that he if he had to choose, he'd choose me. If being around Edward made me uncomfortable, he'd spend the whole summer with me, hanging out at my dad's. I guess hearing him say that... it made me want to try to get along with Edward. If Emmett is willing to give up his family for me, shouldn't I be willing to face my fears for him?"

"That sounds pretty reasonable. Just make sure that you do what's best for you, okay?" I nod vigorously, forgetting that she can't see me.

"Yeah, Ali. Of course."

"Okay, I'm done being serious. Now tell me, did you have some hot, steamy I-love-you sex?" she asks, snickering. "Remember, Bella: details!"

"Ewww, no details," I argue.

"You agreed to a few details!" she protests.

"Okay, okay. To answer your question: yes. And um... well, we did it standing up?" I offer, hoping she will find that juicy enough.

"Standing up where? That's only one detail. Standing up where? Against the wall? In the shower?" She's persistent.

"Well, we took a shower... and then, um," I lower my voice to a whisper, "we got out to get a condom, and then we never made it back to the shower." I blush, remembering the vision of us in the mirror. I know he was nervous about asking to be behind me, thinking I would panic. It didn't really bother me, because everything about sex with Emmett is so completely different from my one bad experience with Edward. The way he held me and watched my body with lust in his eyes spurred me on. It gave me the confidence to bare myself to Emmett in every way.

"That's so hot," Alice whines, sighing heavily. "I miss sex. Jasper loves doing it standing up."

"I know you love details, Alice, but I'm good, really. I don't want to know what Jasper likes." I finish coating my toenails with the red lacquer and twist the cap back onto the bottle.

"So you don't want to hear about my plans to buy a hat and ride him reverse cowgirl style when I get to Texas?"

"Christ, Alice. No, I do not. I'm hanging up now!" I warn her.

"Bye! Tell Emmett I said hi!"

"You too. Tell Jasper hi, I mean. Have a safe flight!" I hang up, tossing my phone on the pillow next to me and wiggling my toes, willing them to dry faster.

I lie flat on my back with both legs in the air kicking back and forth, hoping the wind resistance will help the drying process. I read for a while, calling out a goodnight to Charlie when he passes by my bedroom door. Eventually I'm sleepy enough to change into my pajamas and curl up under the covers. I wish I was sleeping with Emmett- his body radiates warmth, and snuggling up to him feels so good. I even miss his clothes. I definitely need to steal some of his t-shirts to sleep in.

It's not too late, so I decide to text him. I flip the covers back and take a picture of my red toenails, texting it to him with the word "sexy?"

He responds in seconds. "Fuck yes. More, please."

I ponder how to respond... I decide to mess with him, and snap a picture of my elbow, sending it to him without any text. The response takes a little longer this time.

"Next pic you send me = first place I'm going to kiss you the next time I see you."

I'm not sure what to send. I think he's after something dirty, and I'm not sure how far I'm willing to go with this game. I get out of bed and walk over to the mirror hanging on the back of my door. I turn around and aim the camera at the mirror, zeroing in on the back of my neck. I pull my hair over my shoulder and snap a few pictures. Most of them are blurry or off-centered, but one looks pretty good. It's clear, and you can see the curve of my neck and some of my hair. I send it to Emmett, hoping he likes it.

My phone starts ringing a few seconds later, and I switch it to vibrate quickly before I answer.

"I'm coming over," he declares, his voice rough.

"No, you're not. My dad's here," I argue, keeping my voice low so I don't disturb Charlie.

"We can be quiet," he says. "I promise I won't make you scream. Too much." I crawl back into bed.

"We can't be quiet. We're too loud. And he just gave me a lecture about safe sex and I don't want to encourage any further discussion on the topic."

"Ahh, so is the chief pro-condom? Or does he recommend another option?" he jokes, his tone a little lighter.

"I don't think he cares, as long as I stay unpregnant."

"Unpregnant, check. Not a problem for me. Are you sure you don't want me to come over and give you a quiet safe-sex demonstration?" he asks.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Em." I don't want him to think I'm rejecting him, though. "I want you to, but you know..."

"Yeah, I know. Well, my brain knows. My dick, he's a little confused." he chuckles. I inhale sharply, images of Emmett hard and straining for me flash through my mind. Mine.

"Is it... I mean, are you...?" I ask, unable to get out the words I want to say.

"If you want to know if I'm hard, the answer is fuck yes." I blush and pull the covers over my head.

"Because of my toes?" I ask shyly.

"God, Bella, because of everything about you. The toes, that sexy fucking picture of your neck... I love having that on my phone to look at, I'm keeping it forever."

"Em? Will you send me a picture?"

"Sure, baby. What do you want to see?" His voice is gruff, and his breath is coming faster. This has turned serious pretty quickly- I can tell he's turned on by the sound of his voice. Just hearing it makes my body tingle with need.

"I want to see you. See how hard you are," I mumble, because I'm far too embarrassed to come out and say the words. He waits a beat before answering me.

"You want a picture of my dick?" He sounds a incredulous, and a little turned on.

"Is that okay?" I squeak.

"Fuck, yes. That's hot. I'm gonna get it really hard first, okay?" I hear some noises- I assume he's adjusting his position? Then the rustling of fabric, and then a long low moan. I imagine Emmett with his hand wrapped around his cock and I feel my body respond, the wetness between my legs starting to dampen my underwear.

I'm not sure if he wants me to talk, and I don't know what to say. I listen to him, trying to pick out the exact sound of his stroke, but it's masked by our breathing.

"What are you wearing, B?" he asks.

"Just a tank top and my underwear," I respond. After the words are out of my mouth, I wonder if I was supposed to say something sexier?

"I bet you look so fucking cute. Will you do something for me?" I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. I wait for Emmett to tel me what he wants. "Bella, will you put your hand under your shirt and play with your nipples? I want to hear those little sounds you make when I pinch them."

I comply with his request, letting him hear the gasps and cries coming from my lips. My eyes are closed and I'm imagining Emmett's big hands on my breasts instead of my own.

"A little bit harder, Bella." His voice is low and commanding and I do as he asks, moaning at the sharp sensation. "Damn, you sound so sexy. Hold on, okay?" The sound of Emmett's breathing fades and I hear some clicks.

The next thing I know, my phone is vibrating. I pull it away from my ear, opening the picture he's sent. My hand is still under my shirt, and I'm rubbing at my nipples while I look at the picture of his cock, huge and hard with his hand wrapped around it. I love looking at it, but I'm starting to wonder why on earth I stopped him from coming over here. I hear him repeating my name softly on the other end, and I peel my eyes away from the picture so I can raise the phone to my ear again.

"Bella? You still there?" he's asking. I want to answer, but all that comes out is a little cry. "You okay, Bella? Sweetheart?" I force myself to answer.

"Want you, so much," is all I get out. My hand is traveling down my torso, squeezing and pinching at my the flesh on my stomach, my sides. It's good, but it's not enough. I want Emmett's hands- rougher, bigger, handling me in unexpected ways.

"Mmmm, me too. I wish I could feel you. I bet you're so wet right now, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I breathe. My fingers are inside my panties now, trailing through my wetness. I let them brush against my clit and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from calling out. My hips wriggle against my hand as my body blindly searches for more friction. He's quiet for a few minutes, just listening to the sounds I make and grunting in response.

"Goddammit, you are so fucking hot. Can you tell me what you want, Bella? What would you want me to do, if I was there?" he asks, his breathing coming faster. My fingers slow as my mind races. What can I say? What does he want? I don't know what I'm supposed to say, and he's so good at this. I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing, so I bite my lip and try to think of something, anything, that would make me seem sexy.

He seems to know that I'm struggling, because he interrupts my thought process. "Don't think about it, Bella. Just tell me what you like, what you want. Tell me the first thing that comes to mind when you close your eyes." I close them, moving my fingers again, and I see Emmett moving over me.

"You, on top of me," I whisper.

"Yeah? What else, baby?"

"I like... mmm," I thrust my hips up, grinding my clit into my palm. "I like it when you put your arm under my neck, and your face is... you're so close to me..."

"Fuck, I like that too. I like kissing you and biting your neck. What else should I do with my hands, B?" he asks, and the picture is growing clearer in my mind. I can see him on top of me, wrapped around me, consuming me.

"Mmmm... umm, your other hand is... hitching my leg up around your waist." I moan as I describe something he's done once or twice, remembering the way his hand curved around my knee.

"Fuck. I know you like that. I can go so much deeper that way. You like it when my cock is deep inside you, don't you B?" he asks.

"Yeah, I like it," I reply, my fingers stroking my clit furiously.

"What else do you like? Do you want it nice and slow? Should I tease you?" His voice is a little louder now, more forceful.

"No, not slow. Please," I whine. I feel needy, desperate. I'm so wet and I'm right on the edge, so ready to come. Emmett's deep voice and the filthy words coming from his mouth are pushing me forward.

"Do you want me to fuck you hard, Bella?" He spits the words out, his voice low and gravelly, and I feel my muscles start to contract.

"Yes... yes..." is all I can say.

"Say it," he begs. "Tell me that you want it."

"Fuck me hard, Emmett. I need it," I cry. My orgasm washes over me, and I try to tell him that I'm coming but all of my thoughts turn to incoherent whimpers. I'm rocking into my hand, riding out the spasms of pleasure and listening to the stream of low curses coming from Emmett's mouth.

"Fuck, I'm coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He chokes out the last few words, panting. With one last grunt, he quiets down and all I can hear is his labored breathing mixed with mine. My whole body is flushed and warm, but I feel exposed and raw like I always do after I come. I pull my knees up to my chest and hug them close, curling into a ball and holding tightly to the phone.

"Emmett?" I whisper, and my voice breaks. I want him close, I want his heavy arm wrapped around my waist.

"Shh, Bella. You're so sweet, so sexy. I love you," he murmurs sweet words to me over and over, telling me that he loves me. I calm down as my body relaxes from the high, and I whisper back that I love him, too.

"Em, just so you know, I'm saving that picture of your dick," I tease.

"You're so dirty. I knew you would," he replies. He ribs me gently, teasing me until I'm falling asleep.

"Em I'm gonna go to sleep now, " I mumble, nodding off. "Love you."

"I love you too, Bella. Goodnight," he whispered, and I hear his calm, even breathing steady in my ear until I fall asleep.


So- is Bella doing the right thing by agreeing to see Edward? Do you agree with her logic? How was that phone sex for you?

Please leave a review and tell me what you think!

PS: Earlier in the story I wrote a few outtakes and sent them out with review replies. I keep forgetting to send them to new readers, so I posted them as a separate story in my profile called "HIYA Odds & Ends." They're really short, but sweet.