A/N: First things first...I have to thank a few people....
To those of you who have this on your favorites/story alert and have sent me reviews...y'all are awesome!
My fabulous hubby, J, for being so cool about the late nights I spend up on the ol' macbook, typing away!
My bestie, G, for being the best beta a girl could ask for! You are more creative than you think, woman! :)
My RL bestie, L, for being so awesome! We've been friends since 8th grade and knowing that you read this and like it is like, the best compliment ever!! :)
Playlist for this chappie...
Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis
Hold You In My Arms by Ray LaMontagne
Reaching by Jason Reeves
I own...another new purse and the black satin pj's I'm wearing....
Twilight still belongs to SM....*sniff sniff*
Whew....longest A/N ever! Sorry! Read! Read!
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Chapter Twelve
Confessions
Rosalie
"So, Jess, what brings you to Austin?" I asked my old friend. Jessica and I had been chatting at the bar, waiting on our drinks.
"Well," she grinned, "I'm actually in town with my girlfriend. She had business here and since the boss man was paying anyway, I tagged along."
"Girlfriend?" I asked, "Like girlfriend girlfriend?" I had known Jess in college, but did not know she was a lesbian.
She smiled, looking truly happy to tell me about her girl, "Yeah, like girlfriend. Her name is Angie. She's great, Rose, you'd love her!"
"I'm sure I would," I said, hoping I would have the chance to meet her one day.
"She's coming later, I think. I have cousins in town so I came here with them," Jess explained. "You look like you've been on a boat today," she said, gesturing to my cover up.
"Yes, I have," I smiled. "I'm here with this guy I'm kinda seeing." The bartender sat my two beers and Jessica's margarita on the bar in front of us. I paid for all three drinks and kicked my head to the side for Jess to follow me.
"Thanks, Rose," she said, taking her drink. "So, do I get to meet this man of yours?"
"Sure, why not," I said. "Come on. We've got a table right over here." We set off in the direction of where I'd left E. It was hard to talk over the band as we got closer to the stage, but Jess held onto the back of my cover up so we wouldn't get separated. I could just see the top of E's head at our table when Jess stopped. I turned to see her talking to what must have been her cousin, who was looking a little frantic waving her hands around as she spoke. Jessica covered her mouth with her hand, and I couldn't tell if she was upset or laughing.
Finally, she turned back to me and called over the crowd, "My cousin Jenny just got a text from her babysitter. Seems her two-year-old son has fallen and busted his head open! She thinks he needs stitches! We've gotta go!"
"Oh no!" I said, "I hope he's okay!"
She waved her hand dismissively, "Oh, he'll be fine! Here," she said, taking out her cell phone from the pocket of her denim shorts, "Give me your number. I'll call you tonight, and we'll get together while I'm here, okay?"
I handed her my beers and took her phone, entering my cell number and saving it before trading back with her. She handed me a card with her number on it before we said goodbye. I set back off toward my table where I found E, elbows on the table behind him, legs stretched out in front of him. I took the rare opportunity of being able to sneak up on him and placed the ice cold beer bottle right in the middle of his chest.
"Fuck!" He yelled as he jumped, hands flying to his chest.
The cackle I let out could not be controlled, and I laughed so hard, I had to sit the bottles down and lean over to hold myself up on the table.
"Sorry, babe," I said through the laughter, "it was just too perfect an opportunity!"
Smiling, dimples showing, he pulled me into his lap, but not before grabbing one of the bottles, which he quickly shoved underneath the back of my cover up, holding it to my skin. I wiggled in his grasp, trying with no luck to wrestle away from him. His hands were huge and his hold unbreakable. Fighting being futile, I took a deep breath and then leaned into him, straddling my legs across his lap, making sure to let the front of my very tiny bikini come into contact with his groin. I felt the bottle being slowly dropped from my skin and out from underneath my cover up. I smiled in spite of myself.
"That was quite unfair," he said, reaching up to take a nip at my ear.
"Oh, is that so?" I asked, moving my hips ever so slightly over his lap.
"Yes," he groaned. "And that little move was just plain unnecessary."
"So, tell me," I whispered in his ear, "what was all that talk about my bikini ending up in a pile on the floor below the deck of the boat?"
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Emmett
Two hours later, Rosalie's bikini was indeed in a little pile on the floor, while she and I were in a tangled heap on the tiny bed that was in the small room below deck. Her breathing had almost returned to something close to normal, but my heart was still beating out of my chest.
"Must be something about the water rocking the boat, huh?" She asked, in a husky whisper.
"I'd say that's a fair fucking estimation," I said, smiling, remembering the highlights of the last couple of hours. Rosalie sitting on top of me, riding me. Rosalie's legs thrown up over my shoulders while I slid in and out of her. Rosalie's back arching and her hair falling around her face while we came together. I lifted my arm to notice the faint signs of teeth marks in my right upper muscle.
Rosalie untangled her feet from mine and rolled onto her elbow. "So, before I came back before, I ran into an old friend from college." As she talked, she ran her finger in lazy circles across my chest.
"Really?" I said, my eyes still closed, only half able to listen to a damn word she was saying, especially with her fingernails grazing my still sensitive skin.
"Yeah, she's in town with her girlfriend and want to get together while she's in town," she said.
"Mmmhmm," I said.
"So, I thought I'd call her and maybe we could all meet up tonight?"
I rolled onto my side and buried my face in the hair that had fallen onto her chest. "Sure, doll face, whatever you want."
She wrapped her arm around my waist and kissed me on the top of my head. The gesture, however small and seemingly insignificant, made my whole body swell up with emotions. I wanted to grab her and tell her that as crazy as it sounded I was in love with her. She didn't know who I really was. She wouldn't understand what a huge thing that was for me. Emmett McCarty didn't fall in love. Ever. Until now. I sighed against her skin and snaked my arm around her hip, pulling her closer to me. I was going to make the most of whatever time I had with her.
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"So," I said I opened the car door for Rosalie to get in, "what do you want to do tonight?"
"Doesn't matter," Rosalie said. "Dinner, maybe? I'll call Jess in a little while and see what their plans are. See if they want to meet us at the bar or something."
Closing her door and walking to the other side, I had begun to formulate my plan for at least the first part of the evening. Even if I couldn't tell her the truth, about how I felt or who I really was, I could show her.
"Sounds good," I said, sliding into the driver's seat. "How about we order take-out and eat at your place?"
"I think dinner at home sounds perfect," she said, looking at me through the corner of her eye.
"What?" I asked her, feeling like there was something she wasn't saying.
Instead of answering, Rosalie leaned over the console and, taking my face in between her hands, kissed me. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I pulled her as close to me as I could and kissed her back hard. She let one hand fall to my chest and grabbed the front of my shirt as she ran her tongue lightly over my bottom lip. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to pull her into my lap and bury myself inside of her again. The only thing keeping me from doing that was the parking lot full of people who were also coming in off the lake.
"Babe," I said pulling away from her slightly, "As much as I enjoy what you're doing to me here," I glanced down at my lap and the tightening fabric of my khakis, "if you don't stop we're going to scar the children in the parking lot for life."
She laughed against my lips. Giving me one last slow chaste kiss on the lips, she backed away and sat in her seat.
"Fine, then," she said with a smirk, "we don't want to scar any children today, I suppose."
Adjusting myself to a somewhat comfortable position, I started the car and said, "When we get back to your place, though..."
Rosalie flipped her hand in the direction of the road and said, "Less talking, more driving, Cullen."
The sound of my last name falling from her lips made my stomach flip. No one had called me Cullen in ten years. Knowing that, if nothing else, she did know that one crucial piece of information, gave me an odd sense of comfort. Pulling out into the busy street, I knew that, for better or worse, tonight was the night I would have to come clean.
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Back at Rosalie's apartment, I sifted through the plethora of take out menus in her kitchen drawer trying to find something for dinner. I grabbed a few possibilities and headed into the bedroom where Rosalie was taking a shower.
"Rosie, baby," I called to her, "you want Chinese, Thai, Italian...?"
The shower curtain slid back just enough for her to stick her head out and she smiled. "Did you just call me Rosie?" She asked.
"Is that okay?" I asked, afraid she was about to throw something at me. "I think it's kinda cute," I said, poking out my bottom lip.
She shook her head and giggled, "No, it's fine, I was just checking...hmmm...pizza?"
I held out the menu from La Bella Pizza and said, "Pizza it is! What do you like?"
Ducking back inside the shower, she called, "Whatever, just no..."
"Please no black olives," I said.
She jerked the shower curtain back again and said, "Oh my god! That's exactly what I was about to say. I hate black olives!"
I grinned at her, realizing I had one more reason to love this girl. "Me, too," I said. "So, everything except black olives?"
She nodded, smiling, and disappeared behind the curtain again. I stood there for a few moments, watching her silhouette in the shower. She was rinsing her hair and I could see the curve of her breasts as her hands reached up into her hair. I imagined the soapy water running down her stomach, along her legs, in between her shoulders....I had to get out of the bathroom before I stripped and jumped into the shower with her.
Hmmm...shower sex. We haven't done that, yet.
I tossed the menus on the counter and quickly removed my clothes, trying to be as quiet as possible. I walked over to the shower and slowly pulled back the edge of the curtain, sticking just my head in at first. Rose had her eyes closed, letting the hot water run down over her head and over her body. I watched the streams flow down her neck, in between her breasts. My eyes settled on the spot where her legs came together. Rose picked that moment to open her eyes.
She cleared her throat, "Excuse me, Mr. Cullen, do you see something that interests you?"
"As a matter of fact, Ms Hale, I do indeed," I said, climbing into the shower and taking her by the waist.
Pulling me to her, she snaked her hand down my chest before leaving it to rest on my very aroused dick. "Hmm," she said, "I believe I may have found something that interests me as well." Before I knew what hit me, Rose had shoved me up against the shower wall and was bending down to sit on her knees. Her hands went to my balls, squeezing them gently causing me to grab onto the shower curtain. She giggled and stuck out her tongue, looking up at me through her eyelashes. Watching me watching her, she slowly ran her tongue along the length of me, stopping at the tip to lick the slit in my head. She opened her mouth and took all of me into her quickly, sliding her lips to the base and then sucking her way back up again. I couldn't help but watch as she continued to run her hot mouth up and down on me. Taking a fistful of her wet hair in my hands, I guided her to the pace I needed before letting go of her and flattening my hands against the cold wet shower wall. She released me, letting her mouth pop off the end of my dick and rose to her feet.
Not wanting to wait another second to be completely immersed in her body, I turned the tables, pressing her chest into the wall and grabbing her hips forcefully. Peppering her back and shoulders with open mouth kisses, I slid inside her quickly and easily.
Rose moaned as I entered her, arching her back and letting her head fall back. I thrust into her slowly, keeping my grip on her hips tight. She pushed her ass closer to me, needing more so more was what she got. Thrusting faster and harder, I called out her name as I felt her muscles tighten around me. The hot water was beating against my back and Rose's hot body was beating against me from the front. I had to let my mind go for just a moment, wanting to prolong the release that was building inside of me.
Turning her head to the side, her hair sticking to her beautiful face, Rose moaned, "Come with me, cowboy...."
Her words were my undoing. Lifting her hips so she was almost on her tiptoes, I thrust harder and faster until both of our bodies were quivering against each other.
I loosened my grip on her hips and eased her back onto her feet, turning her around to face me. She buried her face in my chest until her breathing had calmed down.
When we had both come down off our high, I led her to stand back under the still hot water. I squeezed some of her body wash into my hands and washed her, taking care to be careful with her still sensitive parts. Once I was finished with her, I reached out to get her a towel and helped her step out of the shower. I washed up quickly and stepped out a few minutes later. Rose was standing in front of the mirror, combing out her long hair, her towel wrapped tightly around her damp body. I fastened my towel to my waist and walked to stand behind her.
Placing my hands on either side of her on the counter, I watched her go through the rituals that women have. She slathered all manner of creams and lotions on her face and upper body. She smiled at me in the mirror several times shaking her head in wonder as I watched.
Finally, she spoke, "What? What are you smiling at? Do my skin care practices strike you as funny?"
"Hardly," I said. "I find it all very....fascinating..." I smiled. "I love this, getting to see you do what you do, though I don't see why you need any of this shit," I gestured to the basket full of products. "I mean, you're beautiful already."
"No," she laughed, "I'm beautiful because of all this shit," she said gesturing as I had to the basket.
I turned her around to face me, kissing her lightly on the neck and looking into her eyes. "No," I said, "you're beautiful in spite of all that shit. Don't you know that?"
She smiled, a quiet sweet smile and dipped her head to rest on my shoulder. Rubbing up and down her back in small circles, I don't know what came over me. "Rose," I whispered, "look at me."
Slowly she lifted her eyes to meet mine. In her eyes I saw all of what Alice must have seen. Rose and I at the family picnic....Rose and I kissing at an altar with all our friends and loved ones there....Rose and I sitting on the sofa, a small, wiggling baby in her arms....
"I need to tell you something," I whispered against her hair.
"Mmmhmm," she said quietly.
"Rose, I think...I mean...shit I didn't want to do this like this, but...."
She pulled her head back to look at me again, "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said, though that was a half-truth. "I just, this is going to sound completely insane considering I've known you for less than a week, but..." I took a deep breath and prayed I wasn't about to make a huge mistake. "...but...I just need you to know...." My resolve was fading, until she leaned up and kissed me.
Parting her lips, but not losing contact, she whispered against my skin, "It's okay...I love you, too."
Letting her words sink in, I kissed her again. It was a kiss unlike any other I had ever had. Even compared to the kisses I'd shared with Rose, this kiss was filed with more emotion and more of my heart than any other kiss in my life.
Slowly pulling away from her just a fraction of an inch I asked her, "So, you don't think I'm crazy that I love you...even though it's so soon?"
"Oh, I think we're plenty crazy," she smiled, "but I don't fucking care."
We kissed for a long time and once I wondered how it was that we still both had our towels attached to our bodies.
Because, you fucking moron, this isn't about sex. You told her you love her. She loves you, too. Holy hell! She loves you, too!
Finally breaking our kiss and our embrace, Rose shivered a little.
"You need to get some clothes on," I said.
"You do, too," she said, pushing me away and heading for the bedroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror and felt a surge of happiness I had never felt before. Unfortunately, that feeling was quickly overtaken by a surge of extreme guilt. She loved me, but she didn't know me. Didn't have any god damned clue as to the things I had done. Didn't even know my real fucking name. I would have to tell her. She would be hurt and surely to God she'd be pissed as all hell, but I had to tell her.
Later, dammit. After we get home tonight. I'll spill it all. She'll hate me and she'll throw me out, no doubt, but I'll tell her. Later.
I shook myself out of my haze and walked into the bedroom to get dressed. Rose was closing her phone.
"That was Jess," she said. "They're going to meet us at Riley's at nine, okay?"
"Sure," I said, reaching for a shirt out of the closet.
"That gives us enough time to change and eat. We can walk along the river if you want," she said, zipping up the dress she had put on.
I finished dressing and walked to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. "That's fine," I said. "And when we get back home tonight...we need to talk, okay?"
She nodded, suddenly looking so beautiful and a little sad at the same time. "I know," she said quietly.
Knowing she thought we were going to have to talk about what would happen when I had to leave town, I felt the guilt rising up again.
I rubbed up and down her arms and tried to smile. "Let's just go out tonight and have some fun, okay? Be happy."
She nodded and smiled back at me before I let her go and she walked into the kitchen, the pizza menu in her hand.
I knew the moment of truth was only hours away. I knew that by the next morning, I'd be on a plane back to Seattle and Rose would be here, hating me.
But tonight, just for tonight, we'll just be two people in love.
For tonight.
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End Notes: So.....probably not the confession you were hoping for, but it shall come soon enough! Bear with me over the next few chapters, cause it's gonna get ugly for a while! You will be rewarded in the end...I'm already working on it! :)
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