A/N: Remember how I marked this complete and said I was done with it? Well... sometimes things happen in my brain. Emmett things. This is totally just an excuse for me to write more Emmett smut.

EMPOV

"UNCLE EMMY UNCLE EMMY UNCLE EMMY!" Katie screeches, slamming her little body into my legs. I shift Patrick into my left arm and reach down to scoop her up with my right.

"Princess Katie! I missed you!" She throws her little arms around my neck and kisses my cheek before kicking and wiggling out of my grasp. She grabs my right hand, trying to pull me upstairs so she can show me her new princess crown.

"Katie, honey, why don't you go get your new crown and bring it down here, so you can show Uncle Em and Aunt Bella, okay? And be careful not to wake your sister, please," Riley asks. He greets me with a pat on the back and pulls Patrick into his arms, hugging him tightly before setting him down on the floor of the living room. Bella is still outside coaxing Danny up the stairs; he's in a phase where he has to do everything on his own and refuses to be carried. Patrick, as always, is much more willing to go with the flow.

"Where's Edward?" I ask, handing Riley the heavy diaper bag that had been thrown over my shoulder.

"He ran out to the store, he should be back in a few minutes." Bella finally reaches the front door, and Danny runs inside-straight to Riley.

"Uncle Riley! I go see Katie, I go see Risabeth, I go see Uncle Edward!" he babbles excitedly. Riley picks him up and hugs him tightly before setting him back down on the floor.

"You wanna see E-liz-a-beth?" he asks, drawing out the correct pronunciation of his younger daughter's name. Danny nods enthusiastically and pats Riley on the knee.

"Yes. Risabeth." Riley starts to ask him a question, but Danny spots his brother playing with some blocks on the floor and scampers over to join him. Bella flops down onto my lap and rests her head on my shoulder.

"How's Elizabeth? Her cold any better?" she asks. I stroke her hair and her back while she chats with Riley, marveling in the softness of her body pressed against mine. I love that she still sits with me like this; I hope she still does it when we're 90.

Katie thunders down the stairs and bounds into the room, her arms full of dolls and a shiny plastic tiara on her head. Bella and I exclaim over how pretty she is, clapping our hands when she does a little twirl.

"UNCLE EMMY!" she shouts, "LOOK AT MY NEW BABY!"

"Katherine. Look at Daddy," Riley says, his voice calm and even. Katie whirls around to face him. "We've already talked about being quiet today. I need you to use your inside voice, or you will have to go to time out, okay?" Katie nods, serious, and turns back to Bella and me.

"Uncle Emmy..." she whispers. "Look at my new baby!" I ooh and ahh over her dolls as she introduces them all, keeping one eye on the boys. Katie quickly loses interest in us and joins her cousins on the floor, instructing them on the proper way to play with her blocks.

"You sure you're up for this, man?" I ask Riley, tilting my head towards the gaggle of Cullen kids. For months, he and Edward have been offering to babysit for the weekend so Bella and I could have some time to ourselves. We resisted at first, not sure if we were ready to leave the kids. Now that they're two and a half and a little more self sufficient, we decided to take the guys up on their offer.

"Of course," he says, catching Patrick as he tries to climb up onto the couch. Riley swings him into his lap and tickles his side. "Just remember that you're gonna return the favor as soon as Betsy's old enough."

"It's Betsy, now?" Bella asks, grinning. Riley rolls his eyes.

"That's Edward's new favorite. We'll see how it sticks." Edward's been trying out nicknames for Elizabeth, but can't seem to settle on one-Liz, Lizzie, Beth, etc. "Speak of the devil..." Riley says, just as Edward walks through the front door.

"Oh, I'm the devil now?" Edward asks, teasing. He reaches out a hand to fist bump me, and leans down to kiss Bella's cheek. "Hey guys," he says. Katie runs over and flings herself at Edward, kisses his cheek and then tears herself away to go back to her blocks. Edward stops to kiss Danny on the forehead and then picks Patrick up out of Riley's arms, holding him up in the air and tickling him until he giggles. When Edward puts him down, he goes back to playing with the other kids.

Edward settles on the couch next to Riley, checking his cell phone, impervious to the death stare he's getting from his husband. Riley crosses his arms over his chest and clears his throat. I think I see the corner of Edward's mouth twitch, and I know he's ignoring Ry on purpose.

"Excuse me? Are you forgetting someone?" Riley asks, jabbing a finger at Edward's arm petulantly.

"Oh, did you want a kiss, too?" Edward asks, as though he'd honestly forgotten. Riley nods, pouting, and Edward pushes him back against the couch. When Edward finally kisses him, it's so passionate that Bella starts to blush. They seem to forget that we're there, and Riley wraps his arms around Edward's neck to pull him closer.

I finally clear my throat, to remind them that they're not alone, and Edward reluctantly pulls away-but not before kissing each of Riley's cheeks affectionately.

"Jesus, maybe you two need the weekend alone," I tease.

"Okay!" Riley says, jumping off the couch and pulling on Edward's hand. We all get a good laugh out of that one, but Bella gives me the evil eye and gestures towards the door. We kiss the boys goodbye and hug them each twice, reassuring them that we'll be back tomorrow.

"Bye Mama!" Danny shouts, turning back to his blocks before we've even left the room. "Bye Daddy!"

"Mama Daddy be back tomorrow?" Patrick asks, his eyes shining with unshed tears. This little kid breaks my heart every time I leave him; the only reason I can do it is that I know I'll get showered with hugs and kisses when I come back.

"Yeah, Buddy. Tomorrow. Until then you can play with Katie and Uncle Edward and Uncle Riley, okay?" Patrick nods, my brave little guy, and reaches out for his brother's hand. Shit, I need to get Bella out of here before he start crying-or she starts crying.

"Okay, time to go! You guys call us if you need anything," I tell the grown-ups, stopping to give them quick hugs as I drag Bella towards the door.

"Remember nothing to drink after dinner! And no shellfish for Danny!" Bella calls out, pulling against my hand as I try to get her out the door. "And don't forget that they need a nightlight. If they don't have a nightlight and they wake up in the middle of the night they'll scream bloody murder. And remember- EMMETT!" she screeches as I pick her up. I throw her over my shoulder, turning to wave one last time at my brothers, and carry Bella out the door. She slaps my ass until I set her down, but she follows me out to the Volvo.

"So we're really gonna go?" she asks, nervously. She buckles her seatbelt and looks over to me, biting her lip.

"We're going. We're only gonna be 45 minutes away, sweetie, and just think about how fun it will be to stay somewhere quiet." She still looks nervous, so I lean over and brush my lips against her neck before whispering into her ear. "A big, clean hotel room... with no toys on the floor... think about it, baby. We can make love and be as loud as we want... we can sleep in and then order room service for breakfast..."

"Mmmm you had me at 'no toys on the floor,' Emmett," she murmurs. "Drive."

BPOV

The resort is beautiful; it looks rustic and worn, but it has all the necessary modern conveniences. Our room has a stone fireplace in the corner and wooden accents everywhere that make it feel warm and cozy. The king-sized bed is covered with pillows and looks so inviting that I want to crawl into it and never get out.

"I support that completely," Emmett says, as soon as I voice my desire. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close, and kisses my forehead. "So what should we do today, Mrs. Cullen?" he asks. We ate lunch at a little cafe on the way here, so we have the entire afternoon to ourselves before our dinner reservations at seven.

"I can think of a few things," I whisper. I stand up on my toes to kiss him properly, and it's like flipping the "on" switch. He's been sweet and soft with me all day, but the full force of his passion is bubbling up quickly. He grips my waist tightly, pushing and pulling at my flesh, while his tongue works against mine. I can't stop myself from moaning into his mouth when he lowers his left hand to my ass, squeezing it roughly.

When he finally pulls his lips away from mine, I'm gasping for breath. His hands slide up my sides, slowly, and stop beneath my breasts. He pushes me backwards and I stumble slightly before regaining my footing. He keeps walking backwards until I hit the wall next to the fireplace. His thumbs sweep across my breasts, pressing against my nipples, and I groan at the sensation.

"Fuck, Bella, that sound..." he mumbles, kissing my neck. "I fucking love that sound." He pulls at the fabric of my tank top, pushing it down. He kisses down my neck, my chest, to the tops of my breasts, and sucks at the skin next to the lacy edge of my bra. His finger slips underneath the cup, teasing my nipple again, and I sigh as he pulls the fabric down and exposes me completely.

"God, Emmett, that feels so good," I moan. My fingers are in his hair, pushing his head against my chest as I arch my back. His lips cover my nipple and he sucks hard, twisting it between his lips. He moves back and forth, licking, biting, and teasing. I'm squirming and panting, clawing at Emmett to bring him closer to me, crying out in frustration because it's never close enough.

His hand drifts down my side, even as his mouth stays occupied with my left nipple. I feel him gather up the fabric of my skirt before he slips his hand underneath it, sliding up my thigh. He goes right for the spot on my hip that drives me crazy, pressing his thumb there as he bites down on the flesh in his mouth.

He lets go of my nipple with a loud pop, straightening his body so that we're face to face. His right hand travels across my belly and down between my legs, stroking the delicate skin of my inner thigh.

"Bella, where the hell are your panties?" he growls, nipping at my jaw.

"Mmm..." I moan. I try to push myself down against his hand, desperate for some contact, but he skillfully avoids my maneuvering. "I took 'em off at the cafe," I admit. Emmett groans, bringing his fingers finally, mercifully to my pussy.

"Oh Bella... you are a bad, bad girl," he teases, sliding two fingers along either side of my clit. I whimper, pushing my hips against his hand, and he moves his fingers down to my entrance. "You just couldn't wait for me to fuck you, could you?"

"Please," I whine. My head falls back and knocks against the wall when he slips his fingers inside me. His movements are frenzied and rough, and I cling to his neck as he curls his fingers inside me.

He pulls them out abruptly, resting his hand on my stomach, and drops down to his knees. His head disappears under my skirt and I feel him kissing my thighs, dragging his tongue up to my center.

"Mmmm, Emmett," I moan, pulling the fabric up over his head so I can see him. He grins wickedly, attacking my clit with his tongue. I start chanting his name, feeling my orgasm approaching.

"Emmett... Emmett... yes, fuck, Emmett! Don't stop!" I cry, my legs shaking with the effort of holding myself up. He pulls away abruptly and lets my skirt fall. When he stands up, he leans into me again and kisses me fiercely.

My legs spread wider automatically, and Emmett grabs my knee with his free hand and hitches it up over his hip. "Emmett... bed..."

"No. Here." He drops my leg and scrambles to unbutton his pants. "Take your skirt off," he orders, and I pull it down swiftly over my hips before I let it fall to the floor.

Emmett doesn't even give me time to kick the skirt away. He lifts me out of it, leaning into me to push me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms go up to his neck automatically, and Emmett holds me up with one hand while he guides his cock into me with the other.

We both sigh in pleasure as soon as we're connected. It's still like this, every time-always so intense. It's such a relief to be together again, whether it's been one hour or one week since the last time he was inside me.

He thrusts into me slowly, reveling in the connection. It takes Emmett a minute to get his bearings and find exactly the right angle. When he does, when he realizes he can hold me up and still have plenty of leverage, he starts to move faster.

"God, yes!" I cry, relishing in the freedom to be loud. His face is buried in my neck, his lips sucking and biting on the skin there.

"Baby... you feel so good... so fucking wet," Emmett says, rocking harder against me until we're both panting, breathless, out of control. "You gonna come for me, Bella?" he asks as my moans and cries get louder.

"Yesssssssssss," I answer.

"Come on, Bella. I want to feel it," he says desperately, resting his forearm against the wall. I feel it starting in my center, the deep clenching feeling that means I'm close. I focus on the way he feels, pressing against all the most sensitive places inside me, and the waves of release take over my body.

"Emmett!" is all I can say, my eyes squeezing closed as he continues his rhythm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. When I slump against him, resting my head on his shoulder, I feel his hips still. He pushes back from the wall, holding me against him, and I squeal in fear.

"Shhh," he says, walking backwards carefully, still throbbing inside me. He stops when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he sits down heavily. Panting, he falls back against the bed, his hands on my waist. "I'm not as young as I used to be," he mumbles.

"Mmmm, still perfect for me," I tell him, leaning forward to kiss his lips. I rest my right hand on his chest to steady myself, and I move slowly up and down on his cock. He rests one hand behind his head, lazily, looking up at me with hooded eyes. His other hand traces my curves, stopping to rest on my hip.

I can tell he's close when he starts to lift his head, straining to see where we're connected, and his hips start to buck up against mine. "You gonna come for me, baby?" I ask, echoing his words from a few minutes earlier.

"Fuck," he says, lifting his free hand to my waist. He helps me move faster, and I feel another orgasm building deep in my belly. "Bella, baby... Oh fuck..." he grunts, surging upwards and squeezing my waist painfully. I lean down over him as he comes, kissing his neck and his chest, and he starts to stroke my sides lovingly as he comes down.

"Goddamn, that was amazing," he says, pulling me down for a kiss. I rest my head against his chest, cursing the fact that his orgasm came about a minute too soon. I roll off of him, lying flat on my back to catch my breath. "I thought maybe you were gonna come again..." he says, rolling onto his side to look down at me.

"I was close..." I offer, biting my lip. He grins, reaching out to stroke my neck lightly with his fingertips.

"Yeah?" he asks, trailing his fingers down over my chest, between my breasts, and over my stomach. I shiver under his light touch, sighing in relief when he reaches my aching center.

"Yeah... oh, God... so fucking close," I whisper, looking down to watch his hand between my legs. I grip his forearm tightly, loving the way his muscles flex as he works my clit. When I look back up at him, I find him watching my face intently. We lock eyes, he twists his fingers, and everything else in the world falls away. "Coming, baby. I'm coming. Emmett, fuck!" I cry.

He falls onto his back, and we lie together quietly, just relaxing. Eventually Emmett asks if I want to get up and explore the grounds, or sign up for one of the guided hikes they advertised at the front desk.

"You know what I really, truly want to do right now?" I ask him, hoping he'll agree.

"What, Bells? Anything you want," he says, smiling.

"I want to take a nap. A nice, long, uninterrupted, child-free nap." Emmett laughs, crawling off the bed, and pulls me up next to him. He takes off my shirt, and the bra that's still tucked underneath my breasts, and tosses them to the floor. He pulls his t-shirt off next, holding it out for me. I raise my arms and let him slip it over my head. Finally he kicks off his pants and moves to pull the duvet off the bed.

Emmett holds back the sheets so I can slip between them. I lie on my back, sinking into the fluffy mattress and the soft feather pillows. Emmett curls up on his side, his hand resting on my belly, and kisses me again, gently.

"Bella?" he asks, settling down into the pillow.

"Yeah?" I answer, stifling a yawn.

"This nap is going to be epic."

EMPOV

When I wake up, Bella's in the shower-my arms are wrapped around a pillow instead of my wife. I sit up in bed, stretching. Just as I make up my mind to surprise her in the shower, the water shuts off. I can hear her humming now, and I picture her wrapped in a towel, opening up her overnight bag and setting out all the hair and makeup crap she brought. She told me she really wants to get dressed up, to feel pretty, and have a grown-up dinner with no kids menus and no little boys throwing macaroni.

I jump out of bed and knock on the bathroom door, asking her if I can come in and pee before she gets too involved in her beautification process. She lets me in to the use the bathroom, but shoos me out as soon as I wash my hands. She slaps me away when I try to lift the edge of her towel to peek underneath.

"Emmett! Come on, I wanna get ready. You made reservations, right?" she asks, rubbing some kind of lotion on her arms.

"Yeah, reservations at seven," I confirm, mesmerized watching her hands smooth the lotion over her skin. "Want me to do that?"

"No, because we both know what that will turn into. I suggest you go watch some television while I get ready... because that thing will NOT be turned on when we get back from dinner," she threatens. I grin, grab her wrist, and pull her close to my chest forcefully.

"No, because I'll be busy turning you on," I whisper, biting down her earlobe gently. I smack her ass swiftly, and she yelps in surprise. "Get ready, woman!"

She pushes me out of the bathroom, grumbling about me being a tease, and I dive back into the comfy bed to watch Sportscenter. When Bella emerges forty-five minutes later, I give her a loud wolf whistle. She blushes, shaking her head at me, but I am in awe of just how beautiful she is. Her hair is all wavy and soft, down around her shoulders exactly how I like it. She has makeup on but she still looks natural and pretty. Her dress is blue and really short-much shorter than anything she'd normally wear.

"New dress?" I ask, staring at her as she moves around the room.

"Mmmhmmm," she replies, spinning once for me.

"Again," I beg her, "slower." She meets my eyes, a shy smile on her face, and turns slowly until she's facing me again. By the time she stops I'm standing in front of her, pressing my body against hers to let her feel how hard I am again.

"We could always skip dinner..." I suggest, lowering my lips to her exposed shoulder. "There's a vending machine in the hall, we can get some granola bars later." She shoves at me playfully, smacking my ass like I had done to her earlier.

"Emmett, if I don't get a steak dinner in a CHILD-FREE ENVIRONMENT you are sleeping on the couch tonight. Go get ready!"

I wash up quickly, putting on the suit that Bella insisted I wear. I'm not a fan of getting dressed up, but I do it without complaint because I know it's important to her. I also know that it turns her on when I dress like this, so that definitely makes it easier. I stop her just as we're about to leave, reaching under her skirt to feel for her panties.

"Emmett..." she warns, one hand flat against my chest.

"You're taking these off," I whisper, tugging at the elastic of the waistband. She starts to protest, but I push her back against the wall and drop to my knees in front of her. Both hands slide up her thighs, under her skirt, and I grab the sides of her panties and slide them down slowly. She lifts her left foot slightly, then her right, and I pull the lacy fabric away, tossing it in the direction of her suitcase. When I straighten up, I take in her flushed cheeks and her trembling hands. "Better," I whisper, lacing my fingers through hers and walking out the door.

The dinner is amazing-we sit next to each other in a small, curved booth, sharing our entrees and laughing together. I tease her all night, my hand on her thigh, tickling and squeezing. I trace little patterns on her skin, relishing the quiet moans she makes as she squirms next to me.

We head back to the room after dinner to call home and check on the boys. Danny babbles excitedly over the speaker phone about all he toys he's played with, but Patrick is quiet. Bella bites her lip, looking up at me nervously.

"Patrick? Diddy? You there buddy?" I ask, listening intently as Danny quiets down.

"Hi Daddy," he says, so much quieter than Danny.

"Are you having fun with your cousins, sweetie?" Bella asks.

"Uncle Edward play Superman. He silly!" Patrick giggles, and I feel Bella slump against me, relieved.

"He is silly!" I tell Patrick. He tells us a few details about his day, before announcing that he has to go kiss "Bessy."

"Well, so much for that nickname," Edward says, picking up the phone again.

"So everyone's good?" I ask, picking up the phone and holding it to my ear as Edward starts telling me a story about the twins. I lock eyes with Bella and the electricity between us sparks up again immediately. "Get naked," I mouth, placing my hand at the small of her back and pushing her gently until she stands.

"...and they both said "peas, peas!" Like "peas, please?" Get it?" Edward says, and I try to answer with "Mmmhmmm" and "Oh?" when it's appropriate. Bella is standing in front of me, between my knees, and she turns slowly to face away from me. She gathers her hair in her hand and pulls it to the side, pointing to her zipper. I reach up and slide it down slowly, letting my finger trail down her skin as I do.

"Bro?" I ask, interrupting another story Edward is telling me.

"Yeah?"

"Can you tell me all this shit tomorrow?" I ask, mesmerized as Bella slips the straps of her dress off over her shoulders, inching it down her body slowly.

"Of course..." Edward chuckles. "You guys have fun."

"Bye, Edward," I tell him, hanging up the phone and tossing it onto the nightstand. I want to touch every inch of newly exposed skin, but I keep my hands to myself-if I start touching her now, I'll miss out on this little striptease. Bella hasn't done anything like this for me since before the kids were born. Despite my constant worship and adoration, she's still a little self-conscious about the way her body changed.

"Fuck, baby..." I whisper, leaning back onto the mattress. I rub my dick through my pants, feeling it get harder the more skin she shows me. She unclasps her strapless bra, pulling it away and tossing it to the floor. The dress inches lower, exposing her ass, and she lets it fall to the floor. She steps out of her heels, kicking them away, and pauses now that she's totally naked.

"Turn around for me," I beg her, drinking in all of her soft skin, her sexy curves. She turns slowly, crossing her arms over her stomach, and looks down at my shyly. She takes a sharp breath when she sees me palming my dick.

"Show me?" she asks, dropping her arms, rubbing her fingers against her hipbones. I unbutton my pants and yank the zipper down in record time, pushing them down to pull out my aching dick. Bella moans, watching me stroke it up and down slowly. She's always fucking loved this, says it makes her feel sexy-and I'll do just about anything to make her feel sexy.

"You too," I tell her. Her left hand drifts lower and she touches herself tentatively with one finger, shuddering when she makes contact with her clit. She spreads her legs a little, opening herself up to me, and I groan when I see the wetness glistening there.

"I love watching you," she murmurs, her eyes focused on my cock.

"Mmm, I know, baby. I can see how much you love it," I tell her, wrapping my leg around hers, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. "Tell me how you want me tonight," I ask.

"Hmmm..." she ponders, trailing her wet fingers up her body. She leans forward, pulling on my pants, and I lift my hips so she can slide them off. She crawls on top of me, straddling my thighs, and works at untying my tie. I feel her wetness brush against my cock and I moan, thrusting up automatically, trying to get more of her heat.

She works faster, pulling at my tie, yanking it off over my head. She fumbles with the buttons on my shirt, kissing my chest as she unbuttons each one.

"What do you want?" she asks, pausing to kiss my neck. She urges me up, pulling until I'm sitting, and she drags my shirt down over my arms, tossing it away.

"Anything, baby," I tell her. I kiss her shoulders, my hands stroking her back. "Everything. I want to give you exactly what you need," I whisper.

"Mmm," she hums, rocking against me. "I want you behind me, then," she whispers. This is her new favorite; something she didn't like when we were younger, but she's been into it more lately. I think she feels less conscious of her body this way, and even though I tell her it's silly-even though I love every inch of her-I definitely don't mind giving into this request.

"Yeah? You want me to go slow, Bella?" I ask, laying down on the bed, pulling her with me. I kiss her neck, lying underneath her, and slide my body down just a little so I can kiss her chest.

"Mmm, not slow," she says, pushing against me, letting me capture her nipple in my mouth. I kiss and lick at her soft breasts for a minute before I slide down more, forcing her to spread her legs further apart. She starts to move with me, keeping us aligned.

"No baby, stay still. On your hands and knees, just like that," I tell her. She shivers above me, and I slide down the bed underneath her, peppering her stomach with kisses. God, I want to lick her pussy like this. The position is nearly impossible, but I manage to swipe at her clit with my tongue a few times before I fall onto the floor.

I scramble to get up, smiling at the sight of my girl bent over for me. I reach down and stroke her hair, her back, her ass. I tease her with my fingers, opening her up for me. When I lean into her, I slide my cock between her folds, bumping it against her clit with every thrust. I can make her come like this, I've done it before, but I want to make her wait. She growls with frustration when I pull away, but she mewls happily when she feels me pushing inside her.

"Not slow?" I ask, once I've moved inside her a few times. She turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder.

"Hard, Em," she whispers, quietly, desperately.

I pull back and slam into her, watching as her head falls between her arms, her forehead pressed against the bed. I wrap my fingers around her shoulder, pulling her back against me, and give her exactly what she's asked for. I know I'll come too fast this way, but I feel confident I can go another round... or two. It's worth it, to see Bella come fast and hard for me, to watch the way she shivers and hear her yell out my name.

"Is this hard enough, Bella?" I ask her, moving both my hands to her hips so I can pull her closer body to me in time with my thrusts.

"Fuck, yes!" she whispers.

"Louder, Bella. Scream it. I want everyone in this hotel to know that you're in here getting fucked," I growl.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she shouts, giving in, letting herself get dirty with me. I love it when she's shy and sweet, but I'm the only one who ever gets to see her like this.

"I want you to come, baby," I tell her, wrapping one arm around her waist. I rest my thumb against her clit, pushing her into it with every thrust.

"Gonna come," she whines.

"Me too, baby," I tell her. "Scream for me when you come." I let myself go, give into my instincts, and move faster and faster inside her. She's panting, gasping, saying my name over and over again. I start rubbing my thumb up and down against her clit, and it's that last push she needs to fall over the edge. She arches her back, shouting, and she's bucking wildly against me. I try to keep up my rhythm, keep touching her, and prolongue her orgasm, but I lose it pretty quickly.

I lean back, thrusting deep inside her, and rock back and forth a few times as I come. As soon as I slip out of her I'm spent, and I fall face-first onto the bed beside her. We lie there, side by side, catching our breath. I feel Bella's pinkie finger hook with mine, the tiny gesture of affection the most we can muster after that. I turn my head so I can see her, and smile when I find her looking at me.

"Love you," I whisper.

"Mmm, love you too," she says. "Tell me why we waited so long to take the guys up on their offer?"

"I don't know... we're idiots," I suggest. She laughs, flipping over onto her back, and I scoot over so I'm closer to her. I rest my head on her chest, kissing the side of her breast softly, and relax as she plays with my hair.

"We're definitely doing this again, right?" she asks, and I wonder if she's referring to going away for the weekend, or the mind-blowing sex we just had.

"Hell yes," I respond, covering all the bases.

A/N: Mmm, Emmett up against the wall? Y/FY? Let me know what you think. Would anyone be interested in reading an Edward/Riley slashy outtake if I ever get brave enough to write it?

***The *fabulous* grrlinterrupted did a quickie beta job on this for me, and I really appreciate it! Go read her hilarious, sexy o/s "Fork My Life"- it's E/B, very fun. If you've ever read smutty fic at work or school and wondered if your co-workers were noticing that your face was bright red... read this story. :)

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