A/N: I'm SO sorry it took so long for me to get this up!!! For some reason, it was incredibly hard to write this. I have made an executive decision about the outtakes. They will only occur during the story, no outside outtakes like the birth of Adam or their wedding or anything like that. Otherwise, those are just other chapters, not outtakes. Thanks for all of your great ideas, to everyone.
Thanks as always to the lovely LittleLea05 for being so quick with this. :-)
This outtake takes place in the bar at the initial meeting of Rosalie and Emmett.
Disclaimer: I don't think SM would have Rose drip dry. So clearly, I am not her.
RPOV
I was getting tired of Alice's whiny ass. She'd been moping over Jasper since we were in elementary school, and that shit got old real quick. I knew that this summer would make it even worse if I didn't take action.
So I dragged her sorry butt to the bar and told her to find a guy. But no one was good enough for her. Sometimes, I just wanted to throttle her! As much as I'd love for her to be my sister-in-law someday, I really didn't see that happening. Jasper had his head up his ass too far to even begin to notice that she wasn't his little sister.
I guzzled down my drink just to try to numb out her depression, and things started to look very nice from where I was sitting. I didn't want a lonely summer either, so I scoped out the room, making sure I didn't miss any newbie's. Disappointment washed through me as I saw that there was no one new… and then the strong urge to pee came over me, and I stumbled in my stilettos to the bathroom to fix the one problem I had control over.
I hummed to myself, signaling even to my alcoholic brain that I had probably had too much to drink tonight. But that didn't mean I was going to stop. I wasn't going to let Alice ruin my fun.
My hand reached out to grab a handful of TP, but came up empty. I blindly reached for it again, but the blessed bathroom tissue wouldn't appear into my fist, and I looked over to find that the roll was empty with only a few tiny pieces of toilet paper stuck to the cardboard.
"Fuuuuuck," I moaned, good mood gone again. Damn it! Nothing could remedy my bad mood, not even alcohol. I pouted. "Can someone hand me some toilet paper? Pleeeeeease?" I asked the room, but no one answered. What in the hell? There are always women in the bathroom of bars, it's like some kind of unspoken rule.
And now they'd left me high and dry. Or rather, un-dry. Shit. I hate drip drying.
I hummed again, this time just to pass the moments, and waited until it seemed almost acceptable to pull my pants back up. I felt disgusting. I made sure to wash my hands thoroughly, though I hadn't had any contact down below, and then sauntered out of the bathroom.
"Damn it, they ran out of TP, and I had to drip dry," I moaned, before my eyes met with the most spectacular pair of brown eyes I'd ever seen. My knees instantly felt weak as I took in the fine hunk of male specimen that sat next to Alice. I… wanted… him… now…
"Oh, hello!" I gasped, tearing my eyes away to Alice to give her a look of disbelief and approval. I couldn't believe my bad luck that she had found him first. Because it made me ache inside, I wanted him so much. It was instant, chemical.
He took my hand into his, and gently kissed my knuckles, after uttering a smooth and sexy "Hola," and I swear to God, my knees went weak, and for probably the second time in my life, I felt my cheeks heat with a blush. The only other time I remember blushing for a man, was when I was six and I got lost in the grocery store. My hero was a police officer, who honestly looked a lot like this handsome stranger did now: curly brown hair, kind eyes, and a body I wanted to lick all over. Of course, at six, I wasn't interested in licking, but I did love the dimples on that officer the same as I loved the ones on the man before me.
I felt myself glaze over with lust, but I felt my familiar snap of flirtation go through me, and stupidly, I said hello again, and added, "I'm Rosalie."
"I'm Emmett, it's nice to meet you," he said in that silky voice of his, and I didn't care he was cheesy as hell. Normally, I would have knocked him on his ass for being so obvious, but this time I really didn't care. I had felt a surge of need go through me as he kissed my hand, and that feeling only intensified as he spoke.
I sat down next to Alice, but my thoughts were racing well beyond the limits of this room. I knew it was partially to do with the fact that I was buzzed beyond belief, but it also had a hell of a lot to do with Emmett. Emmett… I'd love to sigh his name while being pinned beneath him. The fantasies running through my head were epic.
I looked up again at Emmett only to see that he was looking back at me with obvious interest. Well, the feeling was mutual. Like I said, normally I'd be completely turned off by his behavior; I liked to call the shots, and I didn't fall for bullshit. But for some reason, I sensed that this guy was for real, even through his cornball smile and blatant flirting tactics.
And I wanted to get to know him. So I pulled my best smile and flipped my hair behind my shoulder, and did just that. And found out that he was the most perfect guy on the planet. Okay, that may have been over exaggerating a bit, but damn it, I couldn't help but think it. Maybe it wasn't that he was perfect, but that he was perfect for me, in every single way. I stole a glance at Alice and knew she noticed the same. She'd known me for too long to not know that this guy was my potential everything.
I also noticed that she looked utterly miserable. Still daydreaming about my stupid brother, still falling apart at the seams because of him. It broke my heart to see her this way. She was my best friend and sister wrapped into one, and it was rare when I saw her this low. I could kick Jasper's ass right now just for making her frown that way.
Emmett nudged me. "Hey, I'd like to give you my phone number, if that's alright." I jolted with a start, realizing I'd been dialoging in my head for too long, and the last thing I wanted was to look like a space cadet now.
"Sure," I said breathlessly, now helplessly staring at his beautiful face. Yeah, beautiful. I wanted to worship it daily at my altar… and nightly in my bed.
It was then I realized Alice was gone. "Hey, where's Alice?" So much for not sounding like a space cadet.
"She went to the bathroom," Emmett said, humor laced in his voice, like he was in on some kind of joke. Yeah, yeah, yuk it up, I was distracted by you, you big… handsome… sexy… devil you. "So, tell me more about yourself."
I was momentarily distracted by his mouth. His bottom lip was so full, I just wanted to suck on it… "Um… I go to University of Washington with Alice. But I'm a senior… almost done…" For the first time in my life, I didn't want to seem inadequate, too young.
He broke out into a grin, relieving my fears. "Yeah? I'm a cop here in Forks. Just moved here a few years ago… must have been when you were in school. And you must have been so good I never had a chance to run into you," he said in a teasing voice. Ohh, I melted. I didn't want to be a good girl… not with him.
"I love cops," I said with a grin. "So in control, so sexy."
I felt the tell-tale blush tinge my cheeks yet again, and couldn't believe the reaction my body had from this guy. It was simply illegal what he was doing to me… which was ironic, considering how he was an officer of the law.
He smirked at me, his eyes warm. Godddd, I wanted to jump him for that mouth alone. It was doing all sorts of interesting things to my lady parts, and I was dying to know what else it could do for my lady parts under other circumstances.
I was a healthy, sexual being, but damn, no guy had ever made me this horny, or this desperate for him like Emmett had with very little effort on his part. It frustrated me.
"Well, I'm glad you approve," he said. "Most women see the badge and freak out."
"I'm more fond of the night stick," I said, completely without my own tongue's will, and I was relieved when Alice returned from the bathroom, permi-scowl on her face. I couldn't believe I just said that… and I was terrified of Emmett's reaction for some reason. This was definitely a first for me.
I heard Emmett mentioning to Alice that he had a cop buddy he wanted to introduce her to. The little brat better accept for else… I was dying for an excuse to see Emmett again, even if it was on a double date like we were in middle school. I shot her a look, and she acquiesced. It probably had more to do with my stink eye than anything else, but still.
The rest of the night passed quickly. Alice interjected from time to time, but for the most part, it was just me and Emmett chatting as if we'd known each other forever. He'd moved past the night stick comment without a word, and I was oddly grateful. Damn, what was this guy doing to me? Just because he had a body I wanted to weep over, and a smile that made my panties more than damp, I was nervous? Unsure? Embarrassed? Damn.
I was Rosalie Hale, and I sure as shit wasn't gonna let a guy do this to me.
And yet somehow, it was okay that he had this affect on me. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it felt right somehow, that I wasn't totally in charge this time.
His knee brushed against mine underneath the table, and my entire body erupted in goosebumps. Yep. This was new. His finger brushed on top of my hand, which was resting on my knee, and I nearly died. I had to bite my lip from moaning, which had never once happened outside of the bedroom before.
Oh God. It may have been the four Sex on the Beaches I had imbibed over the last few hours, but damn it, I was horny as fuck, and Emmett was stoking the fire. And though I wanted to drag him into the bathroom and fuck him silly, something told me that I could wait. That I should wait.
Because beyond the horny, I was feeling something. Something bigger than anything I'd ever known before.
What the fuck was that about?
