A departing note from meliz
Alright, guys...we're finally here. The REAL end. Confession: I'm writing this when there are still two chapters left to post because I know I'm going to be a wreck when I hit the post button on this epilogue.
That being said, I'll try to keep this brief (keep in mind, I said try, haha). First and most importantly, thank you to each and every one of YOU who took a chance on this story – who took a chance on a writer who had no idea what (awesome) madness she was getting herself into. What a ride this has been, and I'm grateful you decided to take the journey with me. Thank you for pushing past the tears, the sadness, the laughter, the grief, and the mistakes. Most of you never gave up on me. You never gave up on Embry and Bella, and I can only hope you will take this little work of fiction with you in just a fraction of the way I'll take it with me. Thank you for being awesome, supportive, and encouraging readers. Without you, this experience what not have been what it was. I adore you all, truly, from the bottom of my heart.
I also need to give a shout-out to those who helped behind the scenes. Thank you to everyone who beta'ed, pre-read, helped brainstorm, got my mind on the right track, pushed me through bouts of writers block, or were just there to listen to me complain. ImaginaryHeart, Iamtwilightobsessed-MP, WhoNatural, tayjayfan, SparklingFae, dragonfly76, and many others – you girls were my backbone, my rock, and I would have pulled my hair out a long time ago without you.
It's going to be difficult for me to part with this story, so I'm going to throw this out there now. The likelihood of outtakes is HIGH, haha. It's going to be hard to let go of Embry and Bella and their story, and I know I'll want to share more moments of their life together, or moments we passed over along the way. So make sure you hit that story alert button, and maybe we'll see each other again? :)
Okay, that wasn't brief... ANYWAY, here we go. This epilogue is dedicated to those who rode through the emotions right alongside Embry and Bella, but those who stuck around anyway – those who wanted to see the two of them happy, together, and loving each other the way they were supposed to. Without anything standing in their way.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Suggested Listening: "I Try" by The Staves, "Love You More" by Alexi Murdoch, "Cover Your Tracks" by A Boy And His Kite, "New For You" by Reeve Carney, "A Song for You" by Amy Winehouse
The barely-there graze of skin on skin woke me long before the sun.
My eyelids fluttered open blearily, my cheek pressed into the cool, white cotton of the pillow. An accidental smile spread across my lips long before the haze in my brain dissipated. Before I could realize just what it was that pulled me from sleep.
A content hum erupted from my throat when blazing hands curled around my sides, soft lips pressing hesitant, tantalizing kisses to my spine. Taking a scintillating path already memorized.
The heat was familiar, the blaze spreading through my veins one I knew just as well.
I blinked again, and I knew who it was, even though there was never any question.
And it also was someone who was not supposed to be there.
The warm, wet kisses reappeared between my shoulders, making a trail along smooth skin, climbing toward the base of my neck. I shivered beneath their gentle intensity, silent until I felt a soft nip of teeth just below my pulse.
My smile broadened, and a pleased groan slipped past my lips. I reached up behind me with one arm this time, hand seeking out silken strands of hair, twisting it through my fingers.
"You're gonna be in trouble," I murmured sleepily, the words breaking the pungent silence of the air surrounding us, which was just beginning to see the first touches of morning light through the thin, gauzy curtains covering the windows.
"Who says?" The voice was low, breath fanning across my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin.
I let my eyes open all the way, the glow of dawn allowing me to recognize the dips and curves of the copper arm beside me, supporting him as he hovered over my body. Sighing lazily, I stretched my limbs, twisting my body at the same time until I was no longer lying on my stomach. Until I was on my back, peering up at the offending mouth that woke me, one attached to the man I loved more than anything else in the world.
I reached up, pushing the loose strands of hair off his forehead as he peered down at me, the remnants of a broad smile still hanging on his lips. The sight of him through early-morning eyes was almost enough to take my breath away. It was a face I woke up next to every morning, but one I never got used to seeing. One I never got tired of seeing beside me.
One that never failed to remind me that every choice I made leading up to this day was the right one.
"Says me, Embry," I whispered, eyebrows arching expectantly as I let my fingers trail down the length of his arm. I tore my eyes from his features, petulantly retraining my gaze on the ceiling just past his shoulder. "You're supposed to be at Quil's. He had one job...to keep you there...but here you are."
Embry ignored me completely, lowering himself against my body, pressing against it. He buried his nose in my neck, inhaling sharply before placing another kiss just below my jaw. I rolled my eyes playfully, miserably fighting a grin, my arms lifting automatically and wrapping around his body.
Keeping him there, despite what I said.
"Don't be mad at Quil." His voice buzzed across the parts of my skin still tingling from his lips. "He's got the attention span of a five-year-old...plus, I snuck out. I hate his couch, and I missed our bed, Bella...I missed you."
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes continuing to adjust to the fading darkness. I wanted to be mad, but I couldn't. And I didn't tell him how it took me nearly three hours to fall asleep that night. How I missed him, too. How I missed his warmth beside me, a feeling I once took entirely too long to realize I needed next to me.
Instead, I let it all slip out in the form of another sigh, fingers playing absentmindedly with his hair. In the past two years, he'd let it grow out slightly, and it just barely grazed the tops of his shoulders. Even as the months passed, it made him seem younger, the burden and the hardships of everything that came before it – that came before us – evaporating from his features, little by little, with every passing day.
"You gonna kick me out?" The question was whispered against my flesh as he pulled back, pushing up against his hands, his lips now ghosting across my clavicle. I held my breath, scrambling to gather my thoughts when his nose pushed the strap of my sleep shirt out of the way.
I pushed my hands through his hair once more, my eyes fluttering closed in response to his movements. I let my head rock back and forth, feeling his tongue as it darted out to taste my skin.
"No," I whispered resolutely, reminding myself to breathe as one large hand grazed across my stomach, "but I am gonna kill Quil. You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding..."
His chuckle spread through my veins like sweet syrup, crystallizing, until it felt like I'd shatter beneath his hands.
"I think we'll be okay, Bells..."
And we had been okay.
In fact, everything in the past two years had worked out exactly as it should have. Life moved along in a way better than we could have imagined, considering everything we overcame in order to find the right path. Somehow, pieces fell into place and each one of us managed to put the past behind us and move forward, whether it meant finding the strength we always had or finding what exactly we were meant to fight for.
The pack.
Embry and I.
Even Jacob.
A few months after he and Embry learned the truth about their father – after Jacob's final apology – Sam relinquished his role as Alpha and allowed Jacob to step up, taking his rightful place as leader of the pack. Seeing Jacob step back from the war he waged upon returning to La Push, seeing him sacrifice what he needed to – seeing him fight for them and fight for his family, his blood – made it easy for the pack to support the decision.
And Jacob never faltered. He never stepped out of line. He never pushed. He knew his role and he knew what he stood for. His passion and the loyalty that shone bright in his eyes pieced together bonds and mended friendships on the verge of destruction. It intensified the bond between each and every one of the pack members, and they stood behind him without question.
Every one of them, including Embry.
The damage had been done between Embry and Jacob, and the process of rebuilding the friendship and trust they once had was slow. While Embry was open to it, he was understandably hesitant, yet Jacob's unfailing tenacity was used for something else. Something different. Something worth everything to him. He capitalized on it and showed him how the bond between him and Embry – the bond between brothers – was more important than anything else.
Jacob named Embry second-in-command of the pack after the first year passed, and while Embry was surprised, nobody else was. It was a natural move, and the trust Jacob held for Embry was still there. And slowly, with the distinction of responsibility and the time spent together with the pack, the trust Embry once had for him was arduously but eventually restored.
As a result, the pack was stronger than ever before.
I witnessed every moment through words whispered between small slivers of space, my body curled into the warmth of Embry's, my head resting against his chest as we lay in bed, closing out our day the same way we always did. I smiled whenever he shared stories of time spent with Jake. I smiled for the family Embry finally had – one outside of myself – and for the strength Jacob finally found to put it before everything else, including me.
Because I was right where I needed to be, and so was he.
I loved Jacob and I always would. He had been my best friend once, and I cherished the time before our lives were irrevocably altered by death, mistakes, and choice. I cherished because I could now. He made it easy, and while we never quite regained the friendship we had prior to Billy's death, I was grateful he remained in our lives. I took his apologies and everything that happened in the two years following and allowed a new respect for him to form – a new trust. He held a new place in my life, knowing he'd always be there for Embry before anyone else. That he would be there for the pack – that he would be there for us – before himself.
Slowly, together, we became the family we once were.
He became the man he always wanted to be.
The man that, deep down, I always knew he was.
And Embry continued to be everything he always was to me. We became what we once were and more. Simple, effortless – taking what we built on our own and combining it to make our lives that much better.
Creating a life together we never knew we were meant to share.
And day by day, it grew harder for me to remember a time when it wasn't his hand curled around mine, his lips pressed against my hair, and his arms around me as we slept.
I finished my degree at Peninsula, and luck was on my side when I was able to find a job working at the Forks Public Library. The excitement I felt at knowing I'd be able to stay in both Forks and La Push almost made me ignore the expectant smirk Charlie gave me at the news. I knew he was just as pleased I planned to stick around, and when I asked him if he was responsible for pulling strings for his only daughter, he just shrugged and said the city was lucky to have the "second most good-looking Swan" working for them.
Life continued to be quiet and predictable, like it had been once before. With nothing threatening La Push or the Quileute people, Jacob scaled back on patrols. Sam and Emily finally got married, and the easy existence that accompanied his new status as "just another pack member" suited Sam. The lines around his eyes eased, and he smiled more often than I remembered.
It took almost a year, but Rachel eventually decided to wholeheartedly accept the imprint between her and Paul. She rarely admitted it out loud, but Paul was indeed the biggest part of her world. They fought more than any two people I knew – fire fighting fire – but they loved just as passionately and with just as much intensity.
With Jacob's blessing, Leah herself enrolled in college just after I graduated. When she told me, she scoffed at the raised, incredulous eyebrow I gave her.
"So sue me if I want to fucking make something of myself," she snapped, but I could see her lips fighting a smile. "Figured maybe I'd do something to make all that revolutionary life advice I give you idiots a little more official."
She also promised me free therapy anytime I needed it.
Embry, Jared, and Paul got jobs at the lumberyard north of La Push. With their strength and abilities, the job was easy for them, and the money was good. It was an acceptable means to an end for Embry, one day placing a little silver key next to my bowl of Lucky Charms.
When I looked up, eyes wide and knowing, he was leaning against the doorway leading to his bedroom, the smile completely enveloping his face.
"I know she's pretty laid back and all," he murmured nonchalantly, his eyes darting to his feet, "but I don't wanna live with my mom forever, Bells. And the new place would seem pretty empty if you weren't there, too."
The apartment was above the reservation store, and Quil's mother, Joy, had given Embry the heads up before she listed it in the county newspaper. "Quil's never leaving home," she had assured Embry with an eye-roll, so she told him her mind immediately went to us.
The one-room apartment was modest but large enough, and I did the best I could to turn it into a home, bringing with me things from my own, both of us digging into our savings to add new things that belonged to both of us. Those were mixed with gifts from others – colorful rugs Rachel had given us as a housewarming gift, rugs she said she found in a closet but refused to throw out, knowing they'd been hand-woven by their great-grandmother on Billy's side. A refinished kitchen table that could easily fit six, despite the fact it looked out of place in the meager apartment. A new bed that could comfortably fit us both.
Embry and I didn't have much, but we had each other and, like always, that's all that mattered.
But in true fashion, life continued to change. Crossroads were reached, but this time they would only lead us to even better places.
Just three months earlier, in the middle of dinner at Sam and Emily's, Jacob pushed a piece of paper across the table, pulling his hand back when it reached Embry's plate. His grin was telling, but I leaned forward anyway, eyes scanning the typed words, the official-looking seal near the bottom of it, and the purpose of it scrawled across the top.
An approved tribal grant application.
Tucked beneath it was another sheet of paper, one I couldn't see until Embry's steady fingers lifted the other out of the way.
A lease to a vacant garage in the heart of La Push.
And Embry's name was printed just below a blank line. Nestled between two others already bearing the scrolly signatures of both Quil and Jacob.
Quil's hearty, obnoxious laughter and Jacob's genuine smile faded behind the pounding in my ears, my heart overflowing with happiness as Embry gave the documents the most brilliant smile I'd ever seen.
Later that night, in a flurry of excited words and brief, loving kisses, he asked me to marry him.
And that same heart stopped beating altogether as the final piece of our future together finally fell into place.
The lack of fabric on skin brought me out of my memories, just in time to feel Embry's heated hands lazily pushing my shirt up my midsection, the tips of his fingers grazing the curve of my breasts. I gasped, my head pushing back against the pillow, the sensation mixing with the distinct pressure of his lips massaging a thin sheen of sweat back into my skin.
I trembled when I felt his breath near my ear, his rich, sweet scent filling my nostrils and every inch of the air surrounding me.
Swallowing thickly, my tongue peeked out, moistening my lips as my fingers grazed down the planes of his bare, sturdy back. "You know we'll have plenty of time for this tonight, Em...after the wedding..."
He interrupted me, and I couldn't help the squeak that slipped from my throat as he drew my earlobe in between his teeth.
"Couldn't wait that long," he whispered languidly, and my body involuntarily arched into his touch when his hand covered my breast, deft fingers sweeping over the sensitive swells and dips of flesh. "I need you now..."
"Embry..." His name was a breathy whisper, falling easily from my mouth as he crawled gracefully down the length of my body. My lips parted, eyes drifting toward the ceiling the same moment his lips found a new home just below my belly button. I shook, the tremors fanning through my limbs as his tongue swept across smooth skin, his fingers hooking into the sides of my shorts so he could lovingly explore what laid beneath it.
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, chewing on it anxiously and expectantly, smiling. Relishing the cool sensation of pressed cotton as fingers expertly removed the shorts from my body.
Embry's mouth never separated from my skin.
I would never get used to this feeling. Ever. It didn't matter how much time passed; the response his touch drew from me was the same every time. It never dulled. It never lost its ability to set my nerves on fire, and with every little action – every memorized trigger he explored, like it was the first time he discovered it – I found myself wanting him more than I did the time before. Every single time.
"Still want me to stop?"
His voice vibrated across an already eager and receptive body, and my fingers slid down my stomach, seeking him out once again. Each one laced through his hair, tugging gently yet impatiently. His laugh was soft and slow, and I opened my eyes just in time to shake my head wildly, and to catch him peering up at me. His own mouth curled into a pleased half-smile, lustful need mixing with an unmistakable love, thick and tangible in his ebony eyes.
I drew in a sharp breath as he rose up on his hands, moving quickly and lithely up my body. I barely had time to take his face between my hands, noticing his smile spread before his mouth collided greedily with mine. He drew in his own breath as my arms curled around his neck, lifting my head from the pillow as I returned the kiss. Trying desperately to get closer to him. Wanting him here now that I had him.
Embry pulled away before I was ready, his breathing already labored, the warmth of it pushing its way across my lips and into my open mouth.
"I love you," he whispered, his mouth brushing against mine with a tantalizing gentleness.
I stretched my neck, landing one more soft kiss on his bottom lip. "I love you...more than anything."
He smiled again, leaning down slightly, his mouth tracing a tentative line down the length of my jaw before it once again hovered just below my ear.
"Turn over."
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my features, and I instinctively chewed on the inside of my lip as Embry pulled back, straddling my body on all fours. His expression was eager yet patient, and his shoulders rose and fell with heavy, anticipant breaths the same time he rocked back on his knees, hands moving to the waistband of his pants.
Rising on my elbows, I silently and submissively rolled my body to one side until my stomach pressed against sheets. I curled my fingers around the edge of the pillowcase the same time Embry leaned down, peppering deep, needful kisses to the curve of my back, my spine, my shoulders, and finally my neck, worshipping every inch of my exposed flesh as I felt the partial weight of his body press against mine.
I instinctively arched myself toward him, and he snaked one arm beneath my body, the contact causing every ounce of heat inside me to rush to the part of me that needed him the most.
The part that craved him the most in that moment.
I held my breath, fighting my own impatience as he lowered his body even more, the feel of his chest dragging across my skin causing a paralyzing shudder to tear up my spine. In the same instant, my muscles tensed and a fervent moan escaped my throat the same time I felt his hardened length graze the narrow space between my thighs. Teasing. Creating an insatiable thirst only he could quench.
But he was prolonging it. Savoring the moment. Relishing the sight of my prone and waiting body beneath him.
The sheets bunched between my curled fingers and I turned my face, my mouth placing hot, slow kisses on his caramel wrist, the only skin I could reach in that moment. I could feel his breath on my neck as the muscles in his arm rippled with self-inflicted restraint.
The heat inside me climbed to an unbearable level. Pressing my cheek against the cool sheets, I found my hips rising slightly to meet him, my body begging to be joined with his.
And after several long, agonizing moments, he lowered himself just a fraction, closing the last bit of unwelcome space, pushing his length past the inadvertent resistance created by the way I was positioned beneath him. Sliding into satin heat. Filling me. Not completely, but just enough.
He held himself there for a moment, and I couldn't concentrate on anything except the feel of him inside me. On the way my restricted inner walls protested against his body, while at the same time, creating an unbearable pressure that caused my toes to curl into the mattress.
"Embry..." His name fell from my lips like a prayer, words I knew by heart but never grew tired of speaking.
His frame dipped, his mouth once again tracing patterns along my skin as his hips retreated slightly, slowly, before pushing forward once more. Exerting more pressure. Climbing higher inside a part of me that had and would only belong to him.
"Fuck, baby, that feels so good," I whispered into the mattress. Any insecurity I had left long ago, and inhibitions were never far behind because I trusted Embry implicitly. So long as it were his hands that held my body – so long as it was him – I decided long before that moment I'd go anywhere he asked me to.
My eyes fluttered closed, red pulsing behind heavy eyelids.
A low growl rumbled in his chest and it worked its way torturously from his throat until the sound rippled across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He drug out his movements at the same time, the agonizing slowness unavoidable yet deliberate, his methodical, shallow rhythm overwhelming and maddening all in a single breath.
Air left my lungs in labored, necessary pants as Embry's frame spread over mine, his hard chest pressing against my back. With a low, throaty chuckle, his teeth nipped at my earlobe, soothing the spot with a tender, drawn-out kiss.
"Please...Em..." The words fell from my tongue before I could stop them.
His head dipped, nose brushing my neck, drawing in a deep breath. Taking in what he was doing to my body.
"Bella..." he whispered gruffly, his teeth ghosting languidly down the curve of my neck. "We've got all the time in the world...the rest of our lives...and fuck..." I cried out as he thrust forward with his hips, harder this time. "...I'm never gonna get tired of this. Of seeing you like this. Ever..."
My hand reached out, fingers curling around his wrist, nails digging into flesh. "I...know," I gasped breathlessly, "but I need...more...now."
He didn't respond, instead placing one more soft kiss with pursed lips to the back of my neck.
His heat against me lessened.
His arm tightened around my frame.
And in one lithe movement, he lifted me, and I was on my knees, hands digging into the mattress as Embry's rubbed down the length of my midsection before curling roughly around my hips. My skin was on fire, but on the inside I was cold. Lacking. The absence of him inside me was tangible, and I closed my eyes, waiting. Wanting.
Desiring everything he had to give.
Everything I would have forever, before and after this day.
His length once against teased my entrance, except this time I didn't wait. This time, I wasn't patient. This time, I rocked back, again sheathing his body inside mine.
His frame swayed forward instinctively, and it pushed him farther into me. My mouth fell open, an ardent moan fumbling past my lips, and I braced myself on the mattress, sheets crisp and wrinkled between my fingers. I could feel everything, every inch of him inside me. Every spot he touched. Every piece of me threatening to crumble.
But not yet.
My skin trembled with anticipation as Embry's fingers dug desperately into my hips, marking me with his hands, pushing my body away painstakingly before bringing it back toward him with more force. I matched his movements, crying out as I rocked back, light exploding behind my eyelids.
Inch by inch, stroke by stroke, his movements intensified. They picked up speed, and I kept time to his rhythm. Doing my part. Meeting him halfway. Not wanting a single second of this stolen dawn to go to waste.
Even if I knew there would be hundreds more just like it.
My body was shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat, but I barely registered it as I brought one hand off the bed, pushing back damp strands of hair from a glistening forehead. The only thing I could focus on was the knot in my stomach. I ignored the sunlight as it peeked through the curtains, bathing my face in a warm light, only paying more attention to it as it accentuated the budding heat inside me. All of it combining, threatening to come apart.
I blinked, my vision hazy, the flames trying desperately to crawl their way from the depths in which they were trapped. Hair was pulled back from my shoulders, gathered between long, deft fingers, and I felt another searing palm press steadily against my spine. Every movement was an afterthought, mixing deliriously with the unbearable sensation of our bodies meeting and the thick, intoxicating smell of arousal surrounding the impenetrable space we were in.
A loud, exhilarated cry fell from my lips, head jerking back as my hair was pulled with a gentle yet steady force. I pushed back against Embry, harder, encouraging him.
My permission was met with a steady arm, wrapping around my midsection as he leaned down. I shuddered as his breath spread across my skin just before the mattress disappeared from my view. Before I was pulled up, body straightening, knees pressing roughly into the quilt beneath us.
The heat from his presence was much closer than it was before. Consuming me.
I was pulled back as far as I could go, slick skin colliding with slick skin. Our bodies were flush, back to chest, rising and falling against one another. The room spun in front of me, and my spine arched away from him instinctively, still drinking in the warmth of his flesh as he continued to move inside me at an impossible angle, hitting the place I knew would push me over the edge. The place that would make me fall apart beneath his hands.
Surrendering, my head fell back against his shoulder, my body exhausted but still wanting more.
He was everywhere, all at the same time. Arms wrapped around my frame, holding me tighter against him. Lips hungrily brushed along my neck. His mouth breathed wordless gasps across sensitive skin. His tongue tasted, capturing the alluring essence of flesh. One palm crept under fabric, curling possessively around my breast. Exploring. Stimulating. The other traveled down the flat expanse of my stomach, venturing lower, until fingers slipped between parted thighs.
My frame jerked away from Embry, but he pulled me back, dragging the length of one finger over a bundle of nerves already aching and begging for his touch. Another followed, and the fire shot through my veins, rushing to meet his ministrations. Everything combined once again, growing inside me. Consuming me. Pushing me toward the unforgiving waves, to what I wanted more than anything else.
To be pulled under, and never again have to come up for air.
I let my head roll to one side, pressing my lips to Embry's neck, the same time my body let go. The same time my muscles clenched and shook. My veins incinerated as the fire exploded within me, reaching every edge of me in one single moment.
I barely noticed as I crumbled to a million satiated pieces, lost in my own ecstasy as Embry pushed into me one last time, my body quaking violently against his as he fell apart around me.
We stayed like that for an infinite number of moments, coming down, recovering in each other's arms. I blinked, resting against Embry's chest, fighting to catch my breath as the waves slowly receded. I lifted a heavy arm, reaching behind me until I felt the skin of Embry's neck beneath my fingers. My muscles relaxed, my frame melting into his body as I tipped his face toward mine.
My neck stretched to meet his smiling lips, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, my mouth covering his in a slow, breathless kiss.
"You ready to do this?" he whispered hoarsely, the after effects of his high still lingering on his voice, but his elatement just as present.
My heart pounded in my chest, solidifying a certainty already present in every inch of my body. My eyes fluttered shut as he placed one tender kiss on the tip of my nose.
My head found its home again in the curve of his shoulder. "If that's what I get for the rest of our lives?" I teased. "Definitely."
Embry's laugh caused the warmth inside me to flare, a beautiful aftershock as he squeezed his arms tighter around my midsection. He leaned closer, breath dancing across the side of my face. His next word was whispered, wrapped in awe, refusing to get lost in the air surrounding us.
"Mine."
A small smile slowly formed on my lips, the second word encircling my heart, pounding with a blessedness I was so fortunate to call my own. My hands curled inherently around his arms, wrapping myself tighter in him. Reassuring him I was just as breathless and grateful as he was, even though he already knew.
But I said it anyway, pushing the word inside him through a brush of my lips to his neck.
"Yours."
He turned his head, mouth pressed to my forehead. "I love you, Bella," he whispered into my skin. "Always."
"I know," I murmured, burying my grin in his unfailing warmth. "I love you, too...forever."
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