Rosalie
I let him kiss me for a few minutes because it was such a strange sensation. It was all warm and moist and surreal. It wasn't that human kisses were any better than vampires kisses, or visa versa; they were just different and felt almost new.
"Emmett, what did you mean about needing Bella?" I asked between kisses. I could feel his hands working to lift my gown up, but I pressed on. "You don't think we'd be okay on our own?"
"Babe, shh. I'm working here," he replied, running his lips along my jawline.
"But..." I started, but shut my eyes as he started kissing my neck. "What was I saying again?"
"Nothing," he said. I could tell from his voice that he was lying, but I didn't care. It felt so good.
I knew I was mad at him, but that would just have to wait. I started kissing him back, trying to flip him over on his back so I could get on top. It didn't work; he didn't even budge. He may be weaker as a human, but I was way weaker. I opened my eyes to glance at my arms and sighed. I was going to have to work out if I wanted to stay fit now. Oh well, I would get used to it.
As I shut my eyes again and threw myself into the kiss, I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening.
"Here you go," Carlisle annouced. He didn't even sound shocked to find us like this, but why would he be? He could hear everything we said and everything we did.
"Shut the door," Emmett muttered between kisses, but didn't get off me.
"I thought you were hungry. I brought bacon," Carlisle said with a knowing smile in his voice.
"You brought—Oh yeah, I'm starved," Emmett replied. And with that, he abanonded the bed for the tray of food Calrisle had set on the dresser.
"You all will want to be careful with all the uh-" Carlisle said, motioning toward the bed. "You're wounds are still pretty fresh and won't heal as quickly as you're used to. So, just...use caution."
"Yes, father," I said, rolling my eyes. "We're fine. Right, babe?"
Emmett grunted as he shoved what looked like the entire plate of bacon into his mouth at once.
"I just want to make sure you're okay," Carlisle said, patting my shoulder. "I know you can take care of yourself."
He needed to stop. Right there. He was starting to sound like he was going into a condescending lecture about how much of a child I am and how I couldn't make it on my own. I wasn't a kid and I was perfectly capable of attending to my own affaird. And he-
"That's all I'll say," he said and backed toward the door. "If you need anything else, just let me know. And Rosalie, try to eat something."
"I will when I want to," I said, at least getting that semblance of independence thrown in there.
Carlisle smiled and shut the door as he left. He knew I was starving. He knew I would eat. It almost made me not want to just out of spite, but everything smelled really amazing and I was dying to eat actual human food. So, I made my way over the tray and grabbed the last cinnamon bun. Emmett almost looked taken aback.
"Oh, this is for you, too?" he asked, putting down the last piece of bacon, which he was about to eat. "There. You can have that one."
He tried to scrounge up some scraps of food he hadn't eat eaten to make it look like I could actually make a meal out of it, but I didn't mind. I was fine with just the cinnamon roll. I savored every bite of it, and it was delicious. It was the most amazing thing I had tasted in a hundred years.