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Thanks to Kitty Cullen and dellaterra for betaing.

Emmett's POV

"Vegas?"

"Vegas," I confirm with a laugh. Edward's mouth is literally hanging open. "Have you ever been before?"

"Um, no. I was supposed to, but the year I turned 21 was when…" He shakes his head. "No. I've never been."

"Well, I think it's about time," I say and Edward nods stiffly but doesn't move.

I watch him for a minute, wondering if he really doesn't want to go or if he just needs a moment to process this. Maybe this is too much too soon. I'm just about to tell him never mind when he looks into my eyes and says, "Emmett, you're amazing, do you know that?"

I don't answer. I simply lean in and kiss him. He falls into me and then pulls me closer. At the moment I want nothing more than to keep kissing him and forgot about anything and everything else. Reluctantly, I pull away.

"We've got a flight to catch."

He nods enthusiastically and we climb out of the car. He grabs his bag from the backseat while I get mine from the trunk. We make our way to airport security, and I can't help but steal glances at him as we walk. It's easy to see that Edward is excited. He can't seem to stop smiling.

When we get to Security and he prepares his things for the x-rays I watch him. Nothing seems to have changed since that first day I saw Edward. He still has the dark bronze hair that I love to run my fingers through, the full lips that I love to kiss. He's still my Mr. Serious, but there is one thing that is different. His eyes, those beautiful green eyes, have a little less sadness and more of something new. I think… I hope… it's happiness.

He looks over at me with a curious expression.

"What are you looking at?"

"Just you."

"Weirdo," he says as he smiles and shakes his head, then pushes his bag onto the conveyor belt.

We're sitting at the gate waiting to board when he reaches over and takes my hand. I stare at it, remembering so clearly that first night after I saw Edward, the dream I had. I feel my lips curl into a smile.

"What?" Edward asks with a laugh.

"Nothing."

He laughs again. "Like I said, weirdo."

Then he leans in and kisses me.

I sit there in my happy Edward bubble until the airline announces the boarding of first-class passengers.

"This is us," I say as I stand.

"First class?" he asks as he checks his ticket.

I was worried about this. Money is the last thing I want Edward to think about. I may not be the Bill Gates of sporting equipment, but I'm a single man who probably makes a lot more money than he does.

"Hey, I've got it covered, okay? Just relax," I say as I pull him up from his seat.

"But…"

"Edward, I'm taking care of everything on this trip. I haven't been on a vacation in three years. Believe me, I'm long overdue for this. The fact that I get to do this with you just makes it all the better."

He smiles warily as he follows me on to the plane.

We settle into our seats and the flight attendant comes by to see if we want anything to drink.

We both order something, and finally, drink in hand, I see Edward begin to relax again. When we're in the air Edward puts up the armrest between us and grumbles when it still sticks out some.

"Problem?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Yeah. I'm over here, but I really want to be over there."

"I think that may be against safety regulations," I tease.

He grumbles but settles for holding my hand.

The flight attendant walks by again and I ask her to bring us some more drinks.

"Trying to get me drunk?" Edward asks with a smirk.

"Were you planning on doing Vegas any other way?"

"I guess you have a point," he says with a laugh, then takes another sip.

We descend into Las Vegas on schedule and I smile as I watch Edward's eyes go wide at the sight of Las Vegas Boulevard. This is most definitely not the same view you get as when you land in Portland, or even Seattle. Hotels on the strip fight with each other for attention – all mirrored glass, flashing signs, and bright lights. Several people on the flight cheer as we touch down on the ground. It sounds like we aren't the only ones ready to begin a weekend in Vegas.

It's tough to get a cab at the airport on a Friday night, but we get lucky and thirty minutes later we're driving up the crowded street in front of the Bellagio. Edward's jaw drops at the sight of the large fountain in front of the hotel. We've arrived in the middle of a show so there are a lot of people gathered around on the sidewalk, watching as the fountain engages in an elaborate dance. Water shoots gracefully up and down, back and forth, in time with Frank Sinatra's Luck Be A Lady playing over the loudspeakers. The fountain is loud, like thunder in a storm, each jet of water crashing into others and reflecting the lights.

The driver brings us to the hotel entrance and Edward gives me a look that says Really? We're staying here? I just grab his hand and pull him out to the curb. As we walk through the lobby Edward looks entranced. Even though I've never stayed here, I've seen the lobby of the Bellagio before. To say that it's impressive is an understatement. It is huge, and the ceiling above the reception area is covered in thousands of hand-blown glass flowers of every imaginable color. Edward looks up and around us constantly, checking out everything.

At the counter I tell the woman behind the front desk my name and hand her my credit card. Checking in at a hotel with Edward is a familiar routine, but this time it's also so different. This time I will have him all to myself. I won't have to say good-bye to him in the morning, I don't have to share him with his work, and most importantly, I don't have to think about how he'll be spending the next day with Felix. In fact, I'm hoping that Felix's name doesn't come up once this whole weekend. The last thing I want to think about is someone trying to steal Edward away from me.

After a few clicks the clerk smiles and says, "Your room is ready, Mr. McCarty. Oh, and everything is just as you requested it." She winks, then hands me the key cards.

Oh, right. I forgot about that.

"What is she talking about?" Edward asks as we make our way to the elevators.

I mumble something and try to distract him by pointing out some of the gardens as we pass by. I lead him to the elevators and he can't stop talking about how amazing everything looks and how he can't believe that we're staying here. Which is exactly the kind of reaction I was hoping for. Edward would never do anything like this for himself. So I'm going to do it for him.

We get to our room and the second I open the door Edward freezes. Slowly he walks to the far end of the room and stands in front of the large panoramic window overlooking Las Vegas Boulevard. Another fountain performance has begun, and the TV in the room plays the same music as outside. Bursts of water are flying everywhere in time to the classical music.

He doesn't say anything. He just stands there, staring. I stand next to him and watch his face, waiting for a clue of what he thinks.

Finally, he speaks. "This is incredible," he says, and then looks at me and smiles.

"I thought you might like it."

He nods, then turns to look around the room. My eyes search his face as he takes in the large vase of flowers in the corner of the room, and the candles lit on the table, the rose petals on the bed.

"Wow. Look at all this… Do they always do this…?" He stops, and I watch as he puts the pieces together. "Oh."

I shrug. "I just thought that... Well, I thought that tonight would be our first time. I wanted it to be special."

He reaches down and picks some petals up off the bed. "Emmett. This is..." My heart stops for a second. Maybe he hates it. Maybe it's a good thing we didn't wait until tonight. "so cheesy," he finishes with a grin.

"I told you I'm cheesy," I say with a laugh.

"I love it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he whispers and takes my hand. "Although I wouldn't have changed anything about the other night. Not one moment."

"Me either."

He steps closer to me and I tilt my head to lean in for a kiss, and his lips meet mine. We kiss for a few minutes, arms wrapped around each other, and when the music from the fountain ends I pull away.

"So what do you want to do first?" I ask. "Dinner? Gambling? A show?" I ask teasingly.

"Hmmm." Is his only response. Well, not his only response.

I pull him closer, so that I can feel every part of him against me.

"I know one show I would like to see," he says as he reaches between us for my belt.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And we don't even have to go anywhere." He finishes with my belt and reaches for my zipper.

I can feel my breaths quicken and my cock harden. I can't believe it's only been three days since we were last together. It feels like weeks. Months.

"Edward, fuck."

"What?" he asks, and teasingly runs the tips of his fingers under the waistband of my underwear.

"I fucking want you," I say. "So bad."

He smiles, then reaches for my briefs and pushes them down with my pants. I'm standing there half naked and so fucking hard. He wraps his hand around me and I groan.

"Take off your shirt," he says.

I can't help but chuckle. "Bossy aren't you?"

"Can you blame me? I haven't seen your abs in days."

I laugh, but do as he asks. When my shirt falls to the floor he runs one hand over my chest then down to my stomach, the whole time stroking me with the other.

"Is it weird that I missed your abs?" he whispers.

"No. I've missed every part of you," I say as I reach down and grab his ass through his jeans. "Especially this part."

He closes his eyes, his fingers still running up and down my torso. "I jack off thinking about them," he whispers, as if it's a confession. "In the shower. I imagine that I'm riding your cock. You're moaning underneath me and so fucking hard inside of me. And we fuck so hard until I'm coming all over your stomach."

"Fuck, Edward. That's so hot," I mumble, incoherent at the thought and at the feeling of his hand on me.

"Yeah?" he asks as if he isn't sure I mean it.

"Do I need to show you how hot I think that is?"

He looks up at me and smiles. "Yes, please."

I swear I've never undressed Edward so fast. His clothes are gone in seconds, and we're falling back onto the bed, finally both completely naked.

I'm on top of him, straddling him, kissing him every place I can reach. His hand is on my cock again, and it feels so good. So fucking good.

"Condom, Emmett. Please get a condom," he begs, and I force myself to move away. I run over to our bags and dig around in mine until I find the condoms and lube.

When I turn around I see Edward, his legs spread, stroking himself with quick movements, his eyes half closed.

"Emmett," he moans and I'm up there with him in the next instant.

I rip open the condom package and roll it on, then reach for the lube and spread some on my fingers. "Hurry," Edward says, and I lean over and kiss him while I prepare him. It's not long before he's whimpering.

"Emmett, now. Please."

He sits up and I lay down, then I spread some more lube over my cock. Edward moves to straddle me, and as he does, his cock grazes my lips. I lick the pre-cum he's left behind from my lips and I can't help but moan. I'm not sure if Edward notices. He seems so hurried, yet so focused. He hovers over me for a moment and reaches down to grip the base of my cock as we both guide me slowly into him.

The noises coming out of Edward's mouth are unreal. Moans between quick breaths followed by more moans. He moves up and down, his eyes half closed, his cock bouncing freely.

"Is this what you wanted, Edward?" I ask as I reach for his ass, gripping it firmly.

"Yes," he gasps and looks into my eyes. "So good, Emmett."

Just hearing him say that sends a new wave of pleasure through me. I want so badly to give him what he wants. I need to.

I watch as he quickens his pace and listen as his breathing gets faster. Over and over again he pushes down onto me. Each time feels better than the last. He takes his cock in one hand and he falls forward so that he's leaning on the other. I take over, thrusting up into him again and again. Everything is happening so fast but it's so intense and it feels so good.

He's watching me, staring into my eyes. He licks his lips and I lean up for a quick kiss. We groan into each others' mouths before I fall back again, moving harder and faster than before. He looks away from my face and down between us. He moans loudly and his hand moves faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he calls out, and I watch as he comes all over me, streams of his come pooling on my stomach, some reaching my chest. With one final moan and one last thrust I feel my orgasm pulse through me until I fall back onto the bed.

"Oh my God," Edward says breathlessly. "So good, so good."

I can't help but smile. Edward like this – moaning, mumbling, and satisfied – is exactly what I wanted. A part of me sighs in relief.

He leans down again and says things that I can't understand because his lips are against my neck, and then his tongue is in my mouth. He kisses me hard before pulling away.

"Shower?" I ask between gasp of air.

He nods and, with one final look at me covered in his come, he climbs off of me.

Twenty minutes later we're both clean and dressed for a night out. Edward is wearing jeans and a dark blazer over a blue dress shirt with the top buttons undone, showing the top of his chest. He looks delicious; I swear I could fuck him again right now. But then we would probably end up staying locked in this room all weekend. And I want Edward to have some fun. Fun that actually involves wearing clothes.

"How about this? Dinner, then we walk around the strip for a while, then we do some gambling?"

Edward nods excitedly, looking like a little kid. "I still can't believe we're here."

I laugh and as I pull the door shut behind us. "Vegas, here we come."

Edward talks nonstop all through dinner. He doesn't mention work at all; instead he tells me about the vacations he used to go on when he was growing up. His dad was into fishing so he went on a lot of father-son trips to lakes in the area.

"How cute," I tease. "I can just see you in those plastic pant things casting out on the water. "Did you ever catch anything good?"

"No," he says with a laugh. "I didn't. I'm terrible at it. I don't ever go now, but at least the experience gives me something to talk to Charlie about."

"So what was your last vacation then?"

"Disneyland. I took Alice and Bella for a few days around their Twelfth

birthdays. I guess it's a good thing too. I think they might be getting too old for that now," he says with a frown.

"Nah, you're never too old for Disneyland," I assure him, but he seems distracted at the thought.

"Ready to go?" I ask, not wanting him to dwell on it for too long.

"You don't want dessert?" he asks with a smile.

"I already had it," I say with a wink, loving the way he blushes in response.

The Strip is busy. People are packed in, yelling and laughing. Most of the girls aren't wearing much clothing. Despite the fact that it's still pretty early for a night in Vegas, I see groups of people, drunk already, stumbling along the sidewalk. We walk down to Treasure Island and watch as the cast puts on a show in the front of the hotel. Canons explode and fireworks go off as pirates swing around on ropes above a ship and make innuendos at the barely dressed sirens down below. Everyone claps as the show ends, and we walk off to find something else to see. We decide to walk down the other side of the strip towards Planet Hollywood.

Everywhere we look there are signs for Vegas shows and events. Every surface is a place to advertise in Vegas. Along the way there must be at least 20 different people who try to hand us flyers with naked girls on them.

Edward mistakenly grabs one and makes a face when he sees the topless girl holding a phone to her ear and asking you to call the 800 number. The expression on his face is hilarious.

"There are far too many breasts in Vegas," he says as he shakes his head and tosses the flyer in a nearby trashcan.

I hear loud music nearby and realize that we're standing near the tent that holds an all-night dance party right off the strip. I imagine Edward dancing and grinding against me. I like it.

"Wanna go dance?"

He looks at me like I've lost my mind. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Because I'm too sober, that's why not," he says as he takes a peek into the tent. The dance floor is full of people, each one with a drink in hand, as the song changes from fast to faster. "Yeah, definitely too sober for that."

"Well, I can fix that," I say with a wink.

We keep walking down the strip and cross over to the Monte Carlo. Inside the sounds of the strip are kept out and replaced with the sounds of slot machines and top 40 songs. Girls in sparkly bras and mini skirts dancing on small stages between the card tables. Edward is right. There are way too many breasts in Vegas.

"Poker or blackjack?"

"Blackjack," he says and we find a table with two spots open next to each other.

I throw a few hundreds down on the table and Edward begins to protest. "Don't," I insist before he can say anything else.

He rolls his eyes but says thank you and squeezes my leg under the table. A waitress wearing a corset, hot pants, and tights comes by to take our drink orders. We both order a beer and the dealer hands us our chips.

We play a few hands and while I only win a few, Edward is on a roll. He looks downright giddy as he wins hand after hand. I cheer him along and a crowd begins to form behind us. His stack of chips grows until I start to wonder if he's some sort of card-counting genius. That is, until he begins to lose. That happens several drinks in. He can't catch a break and gets dealt a lot of sixteens. Then he doubles down on hands that just don't work out for him. The crowd becomes uninterested and leaves, and he eyes his cards with trepidation.

"Hit," he tells the dealer.

"You sure?" the dealer asks.

"Yes, hit me," he says again before I can stop him. The dealer puts down a nine and Edward busts.

"All right," I say as I laugh at the disappointed look on his face. "I think we're probably done gambling for the night."

"Why?" Edward asks in an adorable whiny voice.

"Because you just hit on eighteen," I say matter-of-factly.

Edward looks confused. "I did? Didn't I have fifteen?"

"Nope."

"Oh," he says as he frowns down at his chips. "Oops." He finishes off his drink and gets up from the table, stumbling a little.

I've only had a few drinks over the course of the night and am obviously the more sober one. Edward, on the other hand, had two on the plane, then one at dinner, and I'm not sure how many while we gambled.

"How about we take a cab back to the hotel?"

Edward gives me a sloppy grin. "Hmm, yeah. Let's go back to the hotel." He puts his arm around my waist and I lead us out in front of the hotel where someone waves a cab forward for us.

When we pull up to the Bellagio, Edward points out that we haven't seen anything except the main lobby, so we decide to take a quick walk around and see where we might want to eat tomorrow. We pass by the high-end stores and a few places to dine. It's after two a.m. and there are a few groups of people walking around, heading toward the casino or just taking in the sights like us. I'm looking over the menu at Olives when I realize that Edward isn't standing next to me.

I look around but don't see him until I hear a group of girls laughing loudly and spot him in the middle of their group, walking away from me.

"Edward!" I call after him, but I doubt that he can hear me over the laughing and the excited squeals coming from the girls. I run after them as they enter what, based on the noise coming through the front doors, is a nightclub.

"Edward!" I yell again, but it's too late. He's already lost in the crowd.

"Hey man, you have to pay cover," says a large blonde guy at the front door.

I reach for my wallet and hand him some bills, then step into the crowd.

The place is packed. There's a glass wall surrounding the lowered dance floor, and people are leaning against it and lounging in nearby chairs. Everyone has a drink in hand and many are dancing in place to Lady Gaga playing over the speakers. It's deafening. Someone knocks into me and from what I can hear, doesn't apologize. It's been a while since I've been to a club. Maybe I'm getting too old for this.

I get as close to the railing as I can and search the crowd. I don't see Edward by any of the small tables, or by the bar. I feel a familiar panic and it occurs to me that here I am stalking him again, and I have to laugh at myself. I look down on the dance floor and finally spot him. The purple and green lights are flashing, and I can see him one second, but then not the next.

I walk down to the dance floor and into the clusterfuck. I continue almost blindly to the area where I think I spotted him until I finally find him, surrounded by a group of girls wearing matching sequined dresses.

I push my way through the crowd, getting felt up along the way, but I don't look around to see who it is. My eyes are glued on Edward. Even now, when I'm chasing after him, when I'm getting groped by strangers, I have to smile… because Edward is dancing.

He's moving his hips back and forth to the music, his eyes shut, smiling like a fool. Like he doesn't have a care in the world. There are three girls dancing with him, each of them shaking their hips and throwing their hands in the air while singing along to the lyrics.

One of them, a blonde with curly hair, is desperately trying to make eye contact with him. She wraps one arm around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she moves to the music. Basically she's humping him. I frown. I know he's not going home with her or anything but if anyone is going to be humping Edward tonight it's going to be me.

"Edward!" I yell over the music. "Edward!"

"Emmett!" His eyes meet mine and he grins. "This is Tanya!" he yells as he points to the girl humping him. "She's from Alaska!"

Tanya turns around to face me and, after giving me the once over, she grins. "Hi! This is Kate and Irina!" she points wildly to the other two girls, who each give me a smile and a wave. "We're sisters!"

I nod as if I really care and reach out to Edward. The one named Irina grabs my hand instead and starts to use me as her own personal stripper pole.

"You're hot!" she yells and giggles like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"Do you have a friend?" Kate screams over to me. Tanya nods enthusiastically.

"Huh?" I ask.

"There's three of us!" Tanya points to herself and then her sisters, as if I need help counting. "It would be awesome if you guys had a cute friend! We wanna party all night!"

I laugh – hard.

"Sorry, Tanya, but we're gay!"

"Huh?" she asks with a smile, leaning away from Edward a little so that she can hear me better.

"We're gay!" I scream at her, but the song's tempo has sped up, and the bass is even louder than before.

"I love to play!" she screams back with a wink.

"No, I said –" and then I decide, fuck it, I'll show her.

I reach over to Edward and pull him up against me. His hips keep moving and finally I'm the one that he's grinding against. His hands go around my neck and he suddenly pulls me closer, crashing his lips onto mine. His tongue is in my mouth, wildly kissing me as if he hasn't done it in days. His hips grind against mine and as we kiss I can feel his cock pressed between us. I moan, wishing like hell we were already back in our room.

Yeah, that needs to happen now.

I turn to find that all three of the girls have stopped dancing and are staring at us, mouths open.

"Sorry!" I yell with a shrug.

Kate and Irina both say "Awww!" in unison, looking at each other with oh my God aren't they cute expressions before turning back to us. Tanya on the other hand looks pissed.

"It was nice to meet you. We're gonna go fuck now!" Edward yells at them and with a wave he walks away.

I follow him, making sure to hold his hand tight so that I don't lose him again. I can't help but glance back at the girls. Tanya still looks pissed.

Once we're out of the club I take a deep breath, enjoying the space to finally breathe. Edward pulls me up to him and he tries to kiss me, but he's smiling and ends up with his head on my shoulder, shaking with laughter.

"What?" I ask as I laugh with him.

"I just…" He gasps for breath and buries his face in my neck. "I don't remember the last time I had this much fun."

He's not laughing anymore and neither am I. I can feel his breath on me and the heat of his body against mine. His hands are gripping me around the waist, as if he has no intention of ever letting go.

"Edward," I say against his hair. "I…" The words are on the tip of my tongue, right there, ready for me to confess how I really feel.

Only, at that moment, he lets go. He leans back and looks into my eyes. His eyes are a little red and I'm not sure if it's from staying up late or the drinking or maybe from what he's feeling. Of course, I have no idea how he feels or if he feels even close to the same about me as I do him.

"Yeah?" he asks, and I realize that I didn't finish my thought.

I take a deep breath. "Let's go upstairs, okay?"

Edward smiles and he takes my hand once again as we walk back to the room.

By the time we find the right elevator and make it up to our floor, Edward is half asleep. He's leaning against my shoulder and my arm is around his waist. I'm practically dragging him down the hall.

In the room I lower him down onto the bed and undress him. Of course, this is not how I imagined tonight would end. Undressing Edward, yes. Falling asleep, yes. I just thought that more was going to happen in between. That's okay though because I still get to undress him. After I empty our pockets, plug in our cell phones, and set some water on the night stand, I undress myself and climb into bed with him. I pull him close to me and kiss his lips. I sigh in contentment, knowing that even if tonight wasn't exactly what I expected, I wouldn't change any of it.

.~.~.~.

Ring.

I crack one eye open.

Ring.

I open the other, and groan. I have no idea what time it is, but I don't remember asking for a wake-up call. I reach over and grab the hotel room phone and hold it up to my ear. It's just a dial tone.

Ring.

I sit up a little and see that the screen of my cell is lit up. I hurriedly press the answer button and bring it up to my ear, not wanting the noise to wake up Edward.

"Hello," I mumble.

I hear breathing, but the person on the line doesn't say anything.

"Hello," I repeat, a little more harshly.

"Edward?" the voice asks.

I sit up and glance down at the phone. It's not mine; it's Edward's. I glance over at Edward, who is sound asleep.

"Um, no. Sorry, he can't come to the phone," I say.

"Oh." The voice hangs on, and I glance down at the screen again. There is no name, but a number with a Portland area code is on the display.

"Can I give him a message?"

The person hesitates for just a moment and then takes a deep breath.

"Yeah, can you tell him that Garrett called?"