The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #5

Pen Name: rubyblue9696

Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella

Rating: M

Word Count: 495

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"Goddammit, Rose! You're supposed to catch the football, not fall over it."

Reaching out a sweaty hand, Edward helps pull Rosalie up from the dry grass and leaves. She cocks a pretty eyebrow at him and sasses back, "Well, if you knew how to actually throw a decent pass I would have caught it, Eddie. You suck ass."

Emmett laughs loud, and says, "Tell him Rosie. His pansy-ass knows it's all on him, anyhow."

Releasing Rosalie's hand and she falls back to the ground, Edward turns quick to shove Emmett's shoulder and fake lunge, taunting, and bouncing, "Oh, yeah? You want a piece of me?" He tries to smack the side of Emmett's cheek as Emmett ducks and covers, "You cannot touch this!"

Suddenly, Edward feels the large force that is linebacker Emmett slam into his knees and take him down, just a little too hard, to the cold hard ground. Now he's the one sprawling in the dry leaves and grass.

Bella laughs from the sideline of their friendly Sunday game, and warns out, "Emmett McCarthy! If you hurt my boyfriend before he's due at my house tonight for dinner and the game with my dad, I swear I'll never make you my four-cheese mac-n-cheese again!" She sits still, atop her plaid wool blanket, with an arched brow and waits for it.

Four.

He's pinning a flailing helpless Edward down by the neck, giving him a wet willy.

Three.

Now, he's torturing her boyfriend in a choke-hold and applying a noogy to his too-long leaf cluttered hair.

Two.

Edward's lips move but she can't hear what he's saying.

One.

But Emmett obviously can, and it takes full effect, whatever it was that Edward just said, because Emmett shoots up and off an out of breath Edward, and looks at Bella with annoyed submission, the threat of no more 'Bella's-made-his-favorite' food an unsavory condition. It was too easy, really.

Emmett sneers and wipes the grass from his arms, although he's not really serious. He grabs his girl around her waist and easily throws her over his shoulder, saying, "Cheap shot, Swan. But I get it. You're boy's free for now, or until you are not around." Then he smacks Rose on her ass and continues, "Come on, Rosie, let's blow this pop stand."

He turns and struts off to his parked Jeep, and Rose waves goodbye from her upside down perch as they leave. Edward is still on the ground, just lying there, frowning.

When Bella approaches, his green eyes shift her way. She kneels as he says, "Baby, one of these days he's not going to win and take me down." Breathing deep, he then says, "You'll be cheering my name-"

Bella hovers, giggling and smiling, "Oh, Edward…you know I already do." She bends, kissing him slow and deep, then whispers, "now let's go home and play our own game and I'll show you exactly how I like to cheer and shout your name."


a/n …ehem…because I need to…#2, #3, #4, #7, #8, #11, #14, #15, #18, #19, #22, #23, #24…*smiles*…

xxx jess