The Adventures of Emmett and Rosalie – Linen and Lace

T to be safe (specially this chapter lol)

Stephenie owns my brain, as well as everyone else in this story

A/N: This chapter has SEX in it! It's the honeymoon after all, so you've been warned! I tried to keep it tasteful, but creative. If you don't like sex, don't read this chapter (and consider seeing a doctor, something may be off in your brain lol)

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Emmett carried me through the doorway to the house, but didn't set me down as I thought he would. He kicked the door closed behind himself and carried me all the way to my bedroom. Once I was on my feet, I stood on my toes and kissed him passionately. I had been waiting since the day I first saw him to have this kind of freedom with him. There were no parents to order him from my room, no annoying brother to interrupt us, and none of them could hear us because they were on the highway bound for the west coast.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him as close to me as I could. His hands were moving delicately over my dress, but I could tell he was struggling not to damage it. "I want to take this off." I purred in his ear. I took a step back, but he held me in place.

"Let me help you?" He whispered and turned me around to unfasten the back of the dress. He easily untied the ribbons and unlatched the hooks that held the dress to my body. I kept the front pressed against my chest to keep it from falling to the floor. I had my change of clothes waiting in my bathroom across the hall, so I wouldn't have to carry them around.

"Wait here. Get comfortable." I smirked and walked to the bathroom with my loose dress now swishing around my legs.

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I found myself totally absorbed in the idea of Rosalie being mine. I was hers just as much. I wanted her, all of her. There was no more waiting, no more reason to hold back and behave myself. I was still going to be respectful, be a gentleman, but I wanted her more than anything I had ever wanted before. After I helped her with her dress and she walked away, I felt empty. I felt like I was missing my other half. She would only be gone for a few minutes, just across the hall, but I wanted her to be in my arms, right here with me. I stood frozen for a moment, unsure what to do with myself, when I saw my reflection in her mirror. I was wearing entirely too many pieces of clothing. I expected her to come back to the room in a robe, maybe less, and I was still wearing a full tuxedo plus my shoes.

I kicked them off and into the corner where I also tossed my jacket, cummerbund, tie, and over shirt. I had left on the pants and suspenders over my undershirt and looked myself over in the reflection again. I thought I looked much better this way; more relaxed, but not stripped down to my shorts and socks like I was rushing her. I turned down the sheets and blankets on the bed halfway and saw there were candles randomly spread around her room. I turned off the lamps and lit the candles to add a little extra romance to the atmosphere. Girls liked this sort of thing, I figured.

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I hung the dress on a hanger behind the door and took a few deep breaths before continuing. "Relax, Rose, its just Emmett. Everything is going to be perfect." I whispered to myself. I took out the red lace nightgown I bought through the mail and the matching silk robe and set them on the counter. They looked so grown up, like something an older movie star would wear while lounging around a mansion, not a girl like me in a cabin with her boyfriend. But he wasn't my boyfriend any longer; he was my husband. I was his wife, and this is what married people do for each other.

I removed the white, innocent looking stockings and undergarments carefully and folded them on the counter in a small pile. Beside the white fabric, the red nightgown looked absolutely sinful. I looked into the full-length mirror on the wall at my now naked form and bit my lip from nerves. Would he still like me? What if he takes one look at me and runs? I looked great in clothes, any kind of clothes, really, jeans, dresses, work clothes, but naked…I wasn't sure. The only man who had ever seen me this way who wasn't a monster was Carlisle, and he found me naked in the street bleeding to death. Those weren't the thoughts I should be thinking, so I tried to clear my head of anything negative and pulled the nightgown over my head.

I was surprised at how soft the fabric felt against my hard skin. It was quite comfortable and I could move well in it without showing too much. The lace was see-through around my waist, but over my breasts and around my hips, it was more solid. I took the pins from my hair, which had been pulled up all day and let it spill wildly around my shoulders. I was beginning to imagine myself as that movie star lounging around the mansion and it helped considerably.

I could smell something in the air, something sweet, but almost burnt, like smoke. I guessed Emmett had found my candles and put them to use. I hurried along, putting on a little extra make-up and perfume before adding my silk robe and a pair of Esme's red high-heeled slippers. "You can do this. You want him. Go get him." I told myself and turned to cross the hall and join my husband.

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I fumbled with the small radio Rosalie had on her windowsill. My big hands made it practically disappear when I picked it up. I found a nice station of jazz music and turned when I heard the door creak open. My Angel in white was still an Angel, but she was working for the man downstairs now, rather than the one above. I couldn't find the words to speak. She was all in red, from her very short robe down to the tiny red slippers on her feet. "I'm back. This feels much better." She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around my waist with her head on my chest. "You look comfortable, too."

I nodded and mumbled something incoherent as I nuzzled the top of her hair and breathed in the scent of her perfume. I knew she would look amazing, but nothing like this. I was afraid to hold her for a moment; that my hands wouldn't be able to stop themselves from ripping the red material straight from her body. I slowly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me.

"Emmett? You're quiet. What's on your mind?" She whispered and ran her hands over my chest so softly I could barely feel it.

"Nothing. Just taking in the moment." I answered quickly.

"Are you nervous?"

"Oh yeah, absolutely. I'm not sure what to do with myself right now, I'm sorry." I was so glad she had asked me that. I couldn't have ever admitted it if she hadn't asked. "Are you?"

"Yes. Perhaps I should take the lead, here? Since I'm less experienced, we could go at my pace for a while, then you can take over?" she purred up at me. She wanted to take control and I had no problems with that. I nodded and sat on the edge of the bed watching her every movement.

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He didn't know what to do with himself? What was I supposed to do with that? I didn't have a clue what I was doing. I took my best guess that if we did this my way, we would both be more comfortable in the long run. I felt awkward and a bit clumsy, but being a vampire made that unnoticeable. When he sat on the edge of the bed, I felt silly from the way he was staring at me.

"Something wrong?" I whispered and stood between his knees with my hands on his shoulders.

"No, it's very right. You look…sexy. Beautifully sexy." He took one of my hands and used it to spin me around in a slow circle. I felt like a tiny ballerina in a jewelry box, turning slowly to the music coming from the radio. I kept my eyes on his as he turned me and watched his expression for any signs of disapproval. There didn't seem to be any. "It's very red."

"You asked for it. I was going with baby blue until you insisted on something else. Lingerie is a gift for two, when you think about it. I get to wear it and you get to admire it before removing it." I smirked and pushed him backwards a few inches. I climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips.

"Removal? Is that what this bow is for? I like how you think, Mrs. Cullen. May I?" He smirked and tugged on the bow to the robe. The silk fabric slid easily from my body to the floor and exposed the partially see-through red nightgown underneath. "I like this even better."

"It's all for you, Mr. Cullen." I purred in his ear and tugged on it with my teeth. A soft growl came from his chest as he moved his hands over the lace. I always admired the way shirts clung to his arms and chest, but I liked what was beneath the clothing much more. I pulled one of the suspenders away from his body and let it slap back into place against his shirt. "These are fun, but they have to go." I pulled them down one by one and ran my hands up his chest underneath the shirt before pulling it over his head.

He had the most incredibly male body I could imagine. Arms so thick I could barely get both hands all the way around one of them, a strong, muscular neck, but not so thick it looked like a tree trunk, and perfect abdominal muscles under a matching well-defined chest. He had been changed at a young enough age that he would never be unbearably hairy or turn gray, but had just enough fuzz in the right places to draw my attention where it needed to be.

"Rose?" he purred as his soft kisses danced a trail down my neck and across my collarbone. "If you don't let me take over, I'm going to rip this nice, delicate nightgown to shreds this instant." I nodded and pressed my lips roughly to his before I felt his arms circle my waist. When I opened my eyes, the canopy of the bed was above me, and the mattress was below.

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I couldn't take much more of this. It had been so long since I had been with a decent woman, I felt like I was going to explode from the suspense Rose was building with her outfit and her endless patience. I thought she was just wearing a robe, so I moved to take it off, and surprise, there's more clothing underneath it; more tempting, sexy, very red clothing. I don't know why, but since I changed, the color red held so much more meaning and enticed me more than any other color ever could.

I laid her down gently on the bed and kneeled beside her, taking in the view. Vampires were supposed to have an incredible ability to remember things, and this was something I truly never wanted to forget. I took in every inch of her as I moved my hands over her flawless skin from her ankles all the way to her neck. I kissed her passionately and ran my fingers through her long blonde hair, breathing in her scent and committing that to my memory as well.

When I reached for the bottom of her gown and tried to pull it up, she froze stiff and put her hands on mine. "What? I'm just taking this off, Rose."

"Emmett…" She barely whispered and looked into my eyes like a deer in headlights. "Sorry, I'm just…"

"Don't be scared. Is there something I can do to make this easier for you? I promise, I won't hurt you. I just want to see you. All of you."

"Just ask me, before you do anything. Let me know what's happening. No surprises." She barely whispered again and I nodded in understanding. She was worried something was going to be painful or unexpected, even scary. There was no way I would let her believe that after this night.

I kissed her again and purred into her ear. "May I take this off you? Then you can have my pants." She giggled and nodded at the bargain. Smiling and making others smile was the best way to handle anything, even sex. I pulled the red gown over her head slowly and rested one of my large hands on her bare stomach. "Don't be so shy. You're perfect in every possible way." She had placed her hands over her body instinctively, but I gently moved them aside.

"You like the way I look? I was worried you wouldn't."

I rolled over so she was above me and smiled. "Who's the big dummy? You're my Angel. Angel's are perfect from head to toe. You couldn't be more perfect, even if you had wings." She leaned forward and kissed me happily with her fingers in my hair. The sensation of that alone was making me crazy again.

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Emmett was an absolute prince. He promised to make this perfect for me, and he was keeping that promise to the end. I looked down at myself with him below and couldn't believe this was happening. Every so often, I would sneak a look at the rings on my left hand, sparkling in the candlelight to remind myself that this was alright; alright with both of us, alright with the family, and alright spiritually.

I felt powerful and confident in myself with him. I was terrified deep down, but the way he handled things made the bad feelings vanish into thin air. I pressed my body into his as I lay on his chest and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my skin. He knew how to do things I couldn't imagine in a million years. I may know history and algebra from books, but his intimacy intelligence came from a whole different place.

He was so strong physically; I never had to move myself. He would put an arm under me or around me and instantly we were in opposite places. "I'm going to move your hands. This is your part. Just go with it." He purred in my ear and lowered both of my hands down to the front of his pants. He was above me now, so this would be easier for him. I undid the button and zipper easily before tugging them down with his shorts. He kicked them off and whispered everything that he was doing, so I wouldn't worry. "Look into my eyes, Rose. If you want me to stop, just say it. Put your hands on my shoulders if you want, or wherever you like." He had one arm wrapped around my waist and the other beside my head, leaning on his elbow for support.

I was glad he told me to look into his eyes, because I didn't want to close mine, but I wasn't sure where else to look, exactly. He wrapped my legs around his hips and kept his eyes locked to mine with our foreheads pressed together lightly. Every so often, he would ask if I was all right, or if he was hurting me, but there wasn't an ounce of pain through the whole experience.

As we moved together and found a good rhythm, something had come over my body I couldn't explain. I felt as if something was trying to burst out of me from deep inside. "Emmett? Stop a second. I'm seeing stars or something." I panted and shook my head. "This doesn't feel right. I feel faint."

He let out a chuckle and kissed me gently. "That's just how it's supposed to feel, trust me. Don't fight it. In a few seconds, it will get much better. Close your eyes if it helps." I did what he said, but I didn't believe him at first. He began to move faster and the strange, but wonderful sensations grew even stronger. I tilted my head back into the pillow when I felt his mouth on my neck and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. My whole body shook like a volcano was erupting and the lava was flowing through my icy skin with every convulsion.

When I came back to my senses and my vision cleared, I found myself on my side with Emmett facing me under a warm blanket. His strong arms were wrapped protectively around my body and he was placing gentle kisses all over my face and hair. "My Angel, my Angel" he whispered. I opened my eyes slowly and blinked when I saw he was staring right back at me.

"Emmett?" I mumbled. "What happened? Did I pass out? I'm so sorry. I told you I felt faint. Why didn't you stop?"

"You didn't pass out. It felt good, didn't it? Did you enjoy it?"

I looked at him in confusion and shrugged. "Yeah, it felt amazing, but…that was the most peculiar feeling. Is that supposed to happen? Every time?"

"Rosalie, you have no idea what just happened to you?" He laughed, which startled me and made me feel absolutely foolish. He whispered into my ear for a moment and I put my hand over my mouth in shock. "That's why I didn't stop."

"Oh! All those times I heard Esme and Carlisle! I thought they were just being silly, playing some type of game! I feel like such a blockhead." I covered my face in embarrassment with both my hands and laughed hysterically. "Oh, Emmett. I honestly didn't know!"

"It's okay," he pulled my hands from my face and smiled sweetly. "What a way to learn about it, huh? I can't believe nobody ever told you, none of your friends, even the one with the baby, Vera? She never said anything?"

"People don't talk about such things, Emmett. Not girls, anyway. You've probably known since you were fourteen! Don't tell anyone? I feel so foolish. And don't think it around Edward. He would enjoy that entirely too much. You enjoyed it, though, right? Did it feel that good for you?"

"It was amazing, Rose. Better than I ever imagined. I can't wait to do it again." He kissed my neck and smirked. "And again. And again."

"Can we just lay here for a while and enjoy the moment, Mr. Cullen?" I whispered and rested a hand on his cheek.

"Of course, Mrs. Cullen." He smiled back and pulled the linen covers over us.

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THE END!

OMG that was so hard to write! I hope it came out the way I wanted it to. I know vampires have no need for blankets, but I figured Emmett would carry it over to his vamp life as a human habit he never lost. I tried to keep it as non-pornish as possible, if that's possible? But still be sexy and romantic. Oh hell, just tell me what you thought? REVIEW PLEASE?? ;)