A/N: "Um… Hi?" *dodges bullets* "I'm SORRY! I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPDATED SINCE 1981, BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO THROW THINGS!"
Lol.. I'm BAAAAAAACK!
Response to the last chapter sucked hardcore. I'm just sayin.
Maybe I'm losing fans due to my crappy updating?
Any takes on that?
Well fear not, my good friends! I just purchased a portable desktop computer device (a.k.a. a 'laptop') so I can update more often if I can work up the energy to type.
And I'm about to send out the 'extra' to people who reviewed, and it happens to be part of this chapter in Embry's POV. I'll send it out both for reviewers to last chapter and this chapter so that if you missed the first go-round and still want to read the extra, you can.
Good for everybody I suppose.
[love it up everyone!]
OH! AND WARNING!
LEMONLICIOUS! VERY very VERY SOUR!
Just to warn ya!
tehe
-leslie grace
Embry POV
"EMBRY, JAKE CALLED, HE'LL BE HERE IN TEN, YOU TWO ARE GOING OUT ON A DATE!" Emmet shouted. I wanted to ignore him. This was too good to stop.
But she pulled away.
I moved back to her, desperate to recapture the bliss, the moment. I failed miserably. It seemed to be a recurring theme.
She pulled her fingers out of my hair slowly. I sighed internally, missing her cold touch already. I stared into her amber eyes for a few minutes and she stared right back, not missing a beat.
She walked forward and I stood off to the side, watching her leave.
Instead of that confident, cat-like saunter she walked earlier, she trudged through a sullen and almost apathetic gait.
**
"Good to see you man, good to see you!" Jake said happily as we 'man-hugged'. He looked good, happier than I've seen in a long time. I remembered some old great uncle on my mother's side telling me that Alaska was good for the health. Something about the great mountain air improving the mental and physical states of being.
"Better to see you. You've no idea how bored I've been." I said it with a sigh. He laughed.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you imprinted on me." I scowled, and that just made him laugh harder.
The cafe and we were at had some really weird wall art. Eskimos and sled dogs, English muffins and some really random alpaca scenes. We sat in a booth across from each other and ordered hot chocolate. Most of the time we get coffee when we went go out for breakfast and end up with cinnamon rolls as well. Now hot chocolate just seemed more appropriate. It brought back more than one childhood memory.
"So, has Tanya lived up to the stories yet?"
"I'd say she's more than lived up to them." I said with a weak snigger. I was not about to go telling him how buddy-buddy we'd been in the closet. He raised an eyebrow at me, not quite believing the fake sincerity in my voice. I hoped fervently he wouldn't go there.
"What happened with you and Tanya? And don't give me that innocent look. I know you better than that." He said, his voice altogether too straightforward.
"I don't know man. It's been weird. It's like… Everybody keeps telling me how terrible she is. But I just don't see it. She's REALLY pretty and… Well, like I said I don't know." I stumbled out a response.
"So you mean to tell me, that you, Embry Call, are crushing on Tanya, the original Terrible T, Tanya Denali?"
I sat back, trying to avoid the inevitable. "I wouldn't say crushing. I'd say that it's a potential friendship."
"Are we talking about the same person here?" He said skeptically.
"I believe we are."
After an intense stare down, Jake let me off the hook. We switched the subject to caribou, and then avoided speaking about the Denali clan altogether for the rest of our brunch.
* * *
"Are you sure you don't want to go running with me? It's been forever since we have…" Jake asked one more time. I'm sure he knew why I was in such a rush to get back. My potential friendship was every moment seeming a little bit more significant.
"Yeah. I want to unpack some of my stuff. And since I've been up since four-thirty this morning, I'm sort of tired. It can be a bit exhausting you know." I said with a laugh.
"Psh. You just want to make a booty call for a certain potential friend."
I opened my eyes really wide and pretended to ask in earnest. "Do you really think I have a chance? Would she answer it?"
"Let's not find out, okay?"
"No promises."
"Nude pics of Nessie if you don't."
At this I really did laugh out loud. "Nonexistent pictures! Here we come forty year old virgin!"
He glared at me playfully and then his concentration was broken by a four foot beauty of a half breed.
"Jacob Black! You're awful!"
"Hey Ness." I said with a smile. She was such an adorable thing, easy to love.
She smiled at me. "Hey Embry." Then she gave Jake a hard smack on his arm.
"Ouch! I am made of salami, not marble you know!" He said with a chuckle.
"Salami? Really?" She said with more than a little bit of an attitude.
"Yes. Salami and New York cheesecake."
"Ew. Bad combination." I said, teasing him.
"At least I'm not greasy burgers and rank Twinkies." He shot back.
"I'll give you that one, but it was a bit below the belt. Speaking of which..." I eyeballed Nessie quite blatantly and mouthed the word 'damn' to Jacob.
It was my turn to be smacked.
How I'd missed these two.
***
Tanya POV
I watched his chest rise up and down slowly, hypnotized by how fragile this creature who was actually larger than myself seemed right now. Someone could easily end his life and he would be entirely defenseless in his current state. It didn't seem to make sense to me. Why would whatever god there was make mortals so vulnerable?
It disturbed me. Made me feel like maybe I needed to watch and make sure no one would touch one beautiful hair on his head.
This time I was surprised that no alter-Tanya ego answered something back along the lines of It's just a stupid dog Tanya, there's nothing even halfway beautiful about it.
Maybe I was just getting too used to being infatuated with him. If I didn't watch myself more carefully, things were going to get even more out of hand than they did earlier today. But did I really mind the out of hand-ness all that much? I mean look at the act I find myself caught in right now!
About ten minutes ago, I'd silently crept over the threshold into Embry's room. Sure I could have just climbed through the window, but that seemed so stalker-ish and retarded when there was a perfectly good, unlocked door at the front of his cabin. And I now sat in an old rocking chair about five feet from his bed, watching him sleep to make sure no one could come in and harm him.
Once again, I refer to the fact that I don't think even the local real estate agent knows we live out here.
So what are the odds of that?
Even so, there is a one in a million chance. And that chance is more than I'm willing to take.
SHUT UP!
I'm so sick of this internal arguing and sudden and passionate adoration for a guy I met twelve hours ago.
I glanced down to the paper in my hand, the only justified reason I really had for being here. Even though it wasn't actually all that justified.
I know what it said. All five words of what I'd written.
***
Tell and it's your neck.
I scrawled out on a yellow post-it. I'd just run over there, stick it on his door, and then run back. No harm done, right?
***
It was probably too forceful and too broad, but I'd probably end up chickening out and not leaving it here anyway, so I didn't see a reason to change it now.
I once again returned my attention to his sleeping form. Was it just me, or had he shifted? And did his breathing seem a little less peaceful and even…?
"You know, that could be considered kind of creepy. The whole 'sneaking into someone's bedroom and watching them sleep' part, I mean." I heard a smooth voice cut into the silence with all the wit it held.
I panicked. Shit. What was I supposed to do or say? He was still facing towards me on his side, but his eyes hadn't opened yet.
I stood up slowly as if I were watching a tiger about to pounce at me. Maybe if I could slip away undetected, he'd think it had only been his imagination.
He still didn't stir, so I turned and started walking out, note in hand.
"Wait. Don't leave." I froze and heard him get out of bed and walk up behind me almost as quietly as I could have. I turned to face him and was startled by that same dark look in his eyes I'd seen earlier. And then it was as if we picked up exactly where we'd left off.
My hands once again found themselves entangled in his hair. What shampoo did that guy use, I mean seriously?!
This time however, no Emmett to interrupt us.
He, again, tasted fresh and minty. But not overly minty so that its cheap, because, trust me, you can tell when some shmuck hasn't brushed his teeth in days and popped a cent-mint in his mouth two minutes ago. I mean ew.
We stumbled across the floor, and I heard the familiar sound of articles of clothing hitting the floor.
One time won't kill either of us or anyone else. It will only be a one time thing. ONCE and then we're done. That's it. No comeback, no second-performance. Once and it will be okay… Dirty Tanya argued to Good Tanya. Good Tanya said nothing.
And then we fell into his bed. Only a few articles remained draped across our bodies, barriers thin enough to break, barriers that kept border between less-than-acceptable behavior and if-my-mother-found-out-I'd-never-look-her-in-the-face-again behavior.
I showed him my full on intention of disgracing my mother. I lay completely au natural before him.
He hesitated, lingering above me like he was fucking teasing me.
I pulled at the tops of his boxers, realizing that I'd discovered he was both entirely ripped and he wore boxers, two questions Dirty Tanya had proposed a few moments after I'd met him. I smiled like a vixen. A dirty, slutty, vixen.
Then he grinned at me. And whipped that last damnable border right off.
Okay, I'd been with a few of those guys who starred in all those cheap Indie films- you know the ones I'm talking about if you have any sense of a dirty mind -and they had NOTHING on this guy. I mean just looking at him made me ache all over.
And then I did ache when I felt him.
But then again, some pains are just too good.
He was fast too.
He'd probably been a high school track star or something.
***
I'd screamed. Literally. Out loud. At the top of my lungs. Screamed. His name.
No man, or as I should probably call all the others after last night, boy, had ever had that much on me.
And I'd go to HELL before I was going to leave this at a one-time only thing.
A/N: I'm pretty sure that was somewhere between sour and bitter… I'm not sure if you got all of it though.. So review, and I'll send you the Embry POV bit. And that one's DEFINETLY going to be sour. Thanks!
Oh, and p.s., if you reviewed last chap too, just lemme know and I'll just reply to your actual review without sending the chapter, m'kay?
-leslie grace
