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[ Edward ]

"Isn't he cute?"

Bella shoved her phone in my face and it took my eyes a second to focus on the picture she was showing me. It was her cuddled up with a mangy looking dog, the one she had shot a few scenes with during Beer for Hippos. I nodded while noticing that all of the sun she had gotten while shooting on the outdoor set looked incredibly good on her.

"I think I want to adopt him," she said quietly. "But I'm not sure that I could handle having a dog right now."

"Why?" Rosalie's loud voice reminded me that we weren't alone. In fact, we were surrounded by people.

Jasper and Alice were practically sharing the same chair, giving each other stupid grins that made you want to gag and be jealous all at once. We were all having lunch together, supposedly to discuss their wedding, but hadn't done more than find out that they were getting married at Jasper's parents' back in Texas. When Vicky Tartan and Jessica Stanley showed up everyone ended up getting off topic. With all of the waiters walking around, I figured that was probably better for Alice and Jasper. The last thing we needed was Alright magazine to print details about their wedding.

Rosalie waved her fork at Bella. "If you got a dog it could keep Koala company while we film."

"Jasper and I are getting a pet," Alice piped up. Jasper shook his head before rolling his eyes. That earned him a playful elbow to the rib cage. "Don't act like you aren't excited, Jasper Whitlock, you got all gooey and cute when I showed you the pictures."

"Jaspy got 'gooey and cute'?" Emmett shook his head. "Glad I missed that."

"Keep on calling me Jaspy and see what happens, asshole."

My brother gave him a highly inappropriate hand gesture before going back to catching pieces of bread in his mouth that Jessica and Vicky were taking turns throwing at him.

Rosalie rolled her eyes before sighing disdainfully. "What are you getting, AB? A cat?"

Alice shook her head. "Not telling."

That led to everyone guessing what kind of pet they were getting and thankfully allowed Bella and I to return to our semi-private conversation.

I smiled at her. "You excited about tonight?"

She shrugged before playing with her silverware. "These premieres are always so… strange. The fact that people have been camping out for over a week just to meet us-that's intense."

I nodded even though I had no way to understand what she was feeling. I had always been on the other side. I would have been one of those intense fans that had camped out; hell I had camped out. Remembering how nervous I had been the night before the convention in Vancouver made me smile. Who would have thought that all these months later I would be where I was now?

"I just wish there was a way to tune out all of the screaming without looking like I'm scared to death. That's when people take pictures of me and say things like, 'she doesn't appreciate her fame' or 'Bella Swan hates her fans.' Which is completely untrue."

I watched as she twisted her napkin between her fingers, obviously agitated. Without thinking, I reached out and put a hand on her arm. "You just need something to distract you while you're walking the carpet."

"A distraction?" Bella smiled before looking up at me. "Like you?"

My heart skipped a beat before continuing in a steady rhythm that was twice as fast as normal. We sat there smiling at each other until we noticed that Jasper and Alice had basically jumped across the table. Reluctantly, I turned to see what had happened.

"Arms up!" Vicky yelled at my brother.

Emmett was coughing loudly, his fist banging on the table, while Rosalie slapped his back. Once he had effectively dislodged the piece of bread that had gotten stuck in his throat, he received a slap to the back of the head instead.

"What the hell!" He croaked.

Rosalie smiled before sitting back in her chair. "Sorry, I missed."

xXxXxXx

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. There were people everywhere and mixed with the hysterical screaming and flashing camera lights, it was just way too much. But with pure grace and elegance, Bella, Rosalie and Alice walked down the red carpet. They smiled and waved, posed for pictures, did interviews, and signed autographs. How the hell did they manage all of this?

I'd always admired them for how they handled themselves, but seeing how they reacted in this environment made me respect them even more. Alice, who always seemed so at ease during these events, kept giving me reassuring smiles. I tried to return them but I'm pretty sure I just ended up looking ill.

At least my brother seemed to be having the time of his life. Even though Emmett was nowhere near celebrity status, he was walking down the red carpet and talking to fans. He autographed things for people and even posed for pictures. He was entirely ridiculous but at least people seemed to enjoy it.

"Humming."

The warm breath that I felt on the back of my neck made me shiver. I slowly turned around to find Bella smiling at me. She looked absolutely beautiful in the white dress she was wearing, even if the overprotective side of me wanted to cover her legs with my jacket. Bella was short, hardly reaching five feet four inches, but her legs were… so incredibly perfect. I swallowed and tried to keep myself from staring at them.

"What?" The word came out in a croaky stutter.

"That's how I've been distracting myself," she explained before pointing to her ears and shrugging. "I've been humming all night to drown out the sound and it's actually working a little."

It made me proud that I had been able to help with her anxiety level but we were once again interrupted when my brother grabbed my arm.

"Excuse us," he muttered before dragging me a few feet away.

"Emmett, what the hell?" I yanked my arm back. "You can't just-"

"Who is that?" He spun me around and pointed to some guy talking to Rosalie. "That's Alexander McFord, isn't it?"

I nodded and noticed that Bella had turned to look at them too. "Yeah. Why?"

My brother cussed under his breath before stomping away. I ignored his outburst, chalking it up to jealousy over the rumors that floated around about Alexander and Rosalie being more than just friends, and turned back to Bella. She gave me another nervous smile before looking over her shoulder when Esme called her name.

Bella twisted her fingers together. "I've got to go…"

I nodded as she walked away, wishing that I would have told her how beautiful she looked. She had probably heard that several times tonight and hearing it once more from me wouldn't mean a thing to her, but still, I wanted Bella to hear it.

Watching from a distance, I kept my eyes on Bella's progression through the last few interviews that she had to do. She was charming and witty, laughing at the lamest jokes while making the reporter feel comfortable. Even if she couldn't see it, everyone else could. Bella Swan wasn't one of these fly by night celebrities that got famous by having ten children or making an ass of themselves on some reality TV show. Bella was part of a dying breed in Hollywood. She was a genuine movie star, using her ability to make movies that counted to her, not to make money. Bella was an artist and it showed.

"Ready to go in?"

I vaguely nodded at Jasper before turning and following him inside.

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It wasn't until I was sitting in the theater that I realized I was about to see the next CA movie. Normally I would have been beside myself with excitement, but sadly the only thing I could focus on was the empty seat next to mine.

I drummed my fingers on the armrest and watched as people filled the seats around us. Apparently Emmett and Vicky Tartan had become good friends because the two of them were laughing obnoxiously at some joke he had made about Jasper's cousin. Their laughter didn't put a dent in the excited chatter around us.

"She's changing clothes," Alice said quietly from the chair on my other side. "Bella never stays in her premiere dresses for very long. Don't worry, Edward. She'll be here soon."

Her words of comfort didn't last long. Especially when the lights dimmed and the movie started playing. I couldn't even focus on anything other than the empty seat next to mine.

"Edward."

I looked around when my name was whispered and found Jessica leaning towards me, motioning with her hands that I was supposed to follow her. Alice smirked when I tried to step over her and Jasper's legs, and thankfully, my best friend caught me before I could land face first on the floor when I nearly tripped over his foot.

Once we reached the lobby, Jessica spun around and her hands flew to my chest to stop me. When I noticed how she was looking at me, I took a step back.

"Don't mess with her head, alright?"

I frowned. "What?"

Jessica sighed before crossing her arms across her stomach. "This isn't something she normally does. Nigel really…well I won't get into that. Just promise me that you won't screw Bella over, alright?"

"I wouldn't do that, Jessica. I…well…Bella isn't like anyone else."

"Exactly." Jessica nodded. "So don't fuck this up."

I swallowed thickly before muttering, "Alright."

The girl in front of me finally smiled. "Bella is outside in the car. She never can sit through an entire premiere." Jessica playfully rolled her eyes. "Anyway, she asked me to come get you. So…yeah. Don't fuck this up."

I smiled when she playfully hit my arm. "Thanks."

Outside I found Bella sitting in the back of the car she'd arrived in. She had changed into a pair of jeans with a tank top and was chewing on her thumbnail while her leg bounced up and down. Anxious energy was practically radiating off of her body.

"Hey."

I smiled and got in the car, shutting the door behind me. "Hey."

She was quiet for a minute before blurting out, "I shouldn't have had Jess go get you. You'll miss the movie and I know how much you were looking forward to it. God, I'm sorry. I'm just so…boggled and…"

Tentatively, I reached across the seat for her hand. "Bella," I said slowly.

She took a deep breath before looking at me. I made sure that she was looking in my eyes before continuing.

"You look beautiful," I whispered.

Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink before the corner of her mouth turned into a smile. "You liked the dress?"

I nodded. "I did, but I mean right now. You look beautiful right now."

Bella's smile got bigger, her blush deeper. When her eyes held mine, I realized that this was it. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I watched as she nervously pulled on the bottom of her shirt and tried to gather the courage that I knew it would take for me to do this. Taking a deep breath, I decided to just go with it.

"Bella, can I-"

I was silenced by the sudden movement that led to Bella's lips being attached to mine. Her hand squeezed my fingers while her lips gently brushed against mine, leaving nothing more than a whisper against my skin. For such a small kiss, it packed a powerful punch. My legs were tingling, my hands were shaking, and my heart was pounding.

Bella was close enough that our noses were still touching and her breath fanned against my mouth and chin. I slowly opened my eyes to see that hers were still closed. I took a second to commit this moment to memory, taking in every single detail that I could before I gently pushed a piece of hair off of her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.

"Bella," I whispered.

"Hmm?" she smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Can I take you on a date?"

Bella's eyes slowly opened and told me what the answer probably was. When her lips kissed mine, I knew that it was a definite yes.

xXxXx

[ Emmett ]

Some people were just made for the limelight. I was one of those people.

No one knew who the fuck I was but that didn't stop them from screaming hysterically when I waved at them or stopped for pictures. Some chick asked me to autograph her arm, which I willingly did. Another asked to see my underwear. It was an odd request but I pulled down the waist of my pants to show them the waistband of my boxer-briefs because we all need a little support now and then-and winked when she took my picture.

So all was fine and dandy until Rosalie showed up. We had gotten into an argument earlier that week because I wouldn't let her "dress" me for the premiere. She was hot and I would probably pine the rest of my life away for her, but that didn't mean that I was going to let her dress me like some sort of social reject. Jasper had been dumb enough to fall for it at the MTV Movie Awards and Edward had followed in his footsteps; his red suit was proof that Rosalie was not stylist material. I had told her that she was more than welcome to undress me and that led to her leaving a small bruise on the underside of my arm where she had pinched me. Rosalie made up for it though when she let me shove my tongue in her mouth in a sensual way, aka, make out with her. But then she showed up tonight with the lamest excuse for a man, ever.

Alexander McFord was a tool. He called himself an actor but the truth was that every role he took was the same damn thing. He always played the poor little rich boy that ended up being a huge man-whore and caused all sorts of trouble. Funnily enough, that was his reputation in real life, too. Plus, with his freaking curly ass hair it looked like he had pubes on his head. Like I said, he was a tool.

The rumors were that they were "just friends" but the way he was holding onto her waist and looking at her chest didn't shout "friend zone" to me. If they were fucking around then whatever was going on between me and Rosalie was definitely coming to an end. I didn't enjoy sloppy seconds, even if you were a fucking movie star.

So, because I am an adult and make rational decisions, I decided to flirt it up with Vicky Tartan. She was completely in love with Jasper's cousin even though they hadn't met yet, and all of the flirty-dirty behavior between us was nothing more than words. I wasn't her type and she wasn't mine. But Vicky cussed like a sailor and could probably drink me under the table. In my mind that equaled a badass chick that would provide the necessary tools to make Rosalie Hale jealous.

It was obviously working because she kind of glared at me when Vicky and I were walking into the theater. I smiled when I saw Lance Bass talking to Alice and gave his shoulder a friendly squeeze before yelling, "Sup NSYNC?"

xXxXxXx

I was completely engrossed in the movie when my phone started vibrating. At first I thought it might have been Vicky because she had been texting me obscene jokes earlier, but was surprised when I saw Rosalie's number. I leaned down in my seat and stealthily tried to read the text she had sent me.

Meet me outside.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and shook my head. Did she think I was just some sort of puppy that would follow her around? I mean fuck! I had pride, damnit! I stared at the screen for another thirty seconds before hopping up and basically running up the aisle to the doors that lead to the lobby.

When I got outside, Rosalie was looking at me through the cracked window of a limousine. I took a deep breath before opening the door and joining her inside the car. She locked the doors behind me.

"How can I help you, Miss Hale?"

Her arms crossed across her stomach before she looked at me. "Are you purposefully trying to make me mad?"

I laughed, really loud. "Me?" Shaking my head, I turned in the seat to face her. "Did I show up with some bitchass female and ignore you all night? No ma'am, I didn't. I also didn't slap you on the back of the head after you nearly died!"

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "You didn't nearly die, Emmett! And Alex is a friend."

"Friend my ass," I grumbled.

"Look, Vicky is my friend. I don't want her to get caught up in this."

I waved my hand between the two of us. "And what is this? I would love to know that myself."

She sighed before leaning back against the door. "Emmett, don't."

"Don't what?" I asked angrily. "I've been pretty fucking patient, Rosalie! I don't think it's too much to ask that you not prance around LA while Alexander McFord oogles your ass!"

"It isn't like I enjoy ignoring you!" she yelled back at me. "Do you think I like not being able to be myself in public? Do you not think that it would have been nice to hold onto your hand tonight when people were screaming at me?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Why couldn't you? I would have gladly walked you down that red carpet, Rosalie. I would have held your hand and your fucking tiny little purse thing and never complained. But you're the one that never lets me in! You're the one that keeps reminding me that no one can know about this. So tell me which one you want, princess. You can't have it both ways."

Like all of the other times that the two of us ended up in compromising positions, she suddenly came flying at me. I mumbled around her kisses as she ripped the jacket off of my shoulders and down my arms.

"Hey." I half-heartedly pulled away from her but stopped when her hands undid the buttons on my shirt.

My hesitation didn't slow her down. "Don't tell me no, Emmett."

Rosalie's nails drug down my chest and over my nipples, causing both pleasure and pain. I leaned my head back against the seat and watched as her hands slid under my white t-shirt. The feeling of her hands on my skin was nearly enough to make me throw her down onto the floor of the car and lick every inch of her skin.

"Please," she whispered. Her lips kissed my chin.

I raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. "You're just friends?"

She nodded and kissed my bottom lip.

My head leaned back, away from her. "And has he ever…you know…seen you like this?"

Rosalie smiled, the kind of smile that made my stomach twist in anticipation, and shook her head. She inched closer to me, her legs straddling my lap, while she pushed my button up shirt off of my arms.

"He's never even kissed me." Her voice was soft while her eyes focused on my lips before looking back up at me. "He's never touched me, like this."

My gut instinct was to scream at the top of my lungs that Rosalie Hale was mine. But instead of acting like a caveman and throwing her over my shoulder, I settled for attacking her neck and shoulders with my lips.

"These feathers have got to go," I mumbled against her collarbone. When she pulled away from me, I casually spit a few feathers out of my mouth. "Not that you don't look beautiful but… yeah. I like you better naked."

She laughed before unzipping the back of her dress. "You've never even seen me fully naked."

"I have a vivid imagination." I helped her pull the feathery mess over her head, careful not to tear it. We both had to make an appearance at the after party and Rosalie couldn't show up with a torn to shit dress.

So there I was; shirtless with a stark-ass naked Rosalie Hale sat on my lap. It should have surprised me that she had gone without a stitch of underwear but I was too preoccupied by the fact that she was pulling a small foil wrapper out of her purse.

I cocked an eyebrow before I looked at her. "You a Girl Scout or something?"

"What?" she laughed.

"You're awfully prepared for such a spur of the moment decision." I nodded to the condom she was holding. "Not that I mind."

Her fingers started unbuttoning my pants while she gave me a small smile. "We both knew this was going to happen."

You had to admire the girl's confidence but I wasn't sure if her intentions should have made me feel like some sort of sexual ninja or like an easy whore. My brain told me to slow things down because shit between us was already complicated as hell. My dick, on the other hand, was telling me that Rosalie Hale was sitting on my lap without any clothes on trying to take my pants off. My dick won.

"Is there a driver up front?"

Rosalie shook her head and sort of yelped when I grabbed the underside of her thighs and turned us to where she was sitting on the seat and I was kneeling in front of her. I smiled against the inside of her thigh when she started squirming and tightened my hands around her hips to hold her in place.

I hadn't done this in several months and even though the techniques were the same, the girl that I was holding onto wasn't. Rosalie wasn't just another faceless partner that I hooked up with. She was more, and I wanted something completely different with her. With other girls I would slide between their legs with nothing more than the intention of getting them off. With Rosalie, I was physically kneeling in front of her, worshiping every single inch of her body.

It started with her knees and then her thighs. God had seriously outdone himself when he created her legs because they were fucking amazing. But nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, would ever compare to the distinctively feminine parts of her body. And I had to be luckiest son of a bitch alive because here she was, the most perfect woman alive, offering all of it up to me.

"Emmett," Rosalie moaned my name softly. I would have thought that she was just voicing her enjoyment but when her fingers pulled against my hair, I looked up at her. Her eyes were wide and wild looking, making my stomach do the excited-twisting thing.

I licked my lips before asking, "Tell me what you want."

Rosalie leaned forward, pushing me back onto the floor of the limousine before attacking my mouth with her tongue. It was kind of kinky that she seemed to enjoy the taste of herself on my lips, but what absolutely drove me insane was the feeling of her naked chest pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her back, holding her against me.

She allowed that for a few seconds before I had to reluctantly let her go so that she could remove the only clothing I still had on. The faint blush that covered her cheeks made me fall even more in love with her. Rosalie Hale could call me for phone sex, could pack condoms in her purse with the intent to have sex with me, and could even sit on my lap completely naked, but she still blushed like crazy while putting the damn condom on my dick. It was fucking adorable and incredibly sexy.

After she finished, Rosalie crawled over my body and I held on to her hips, smiling up at her. She shook her head and laughed. "Why are you smiling like that?"

My hands squeezed her. "Because you're incredibly beautiful."

The blush deepened but before I could fully appreciate it, Rosalie took me completely inside of her, making every single coherent thought that I could have, should have had, disappear. I couldn't do anything besides hold on to her hips and remind myself that coming thirty seconds after the whole thing started was not acceptable.

"God, Emmett."

I nodded. "Yeah."

Did I know what I was agreeing to? Hell no! But it didn't matter because it was my name she was moaning.

Considering that I was trying extremely hard not to ruin all of this by being a three-pump-chump, it was amazing that I had the ability to roll the two of us over without interrupting the rhythm that we'd set. Rosalie didn't complain, she just held on to my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my hips while her moaning got progressively louder.

"Baby you've got to…Holy fuck." I had meant to warn her about being quiet, but when she arched her back off of the floor and pushed her hips up against mine I forgot what I was going to say.

In two point three seconds we went from sex to fucking. There was sweat and moaning that mixed with the sound of our bodies slapping together. I wouldn't have been surprised if the vehicle hadn't been rocking back and forth with our movements.

With Rosalie's nails digging into my back and her teeth attached to my shoulder, we both came in a series of spastic jerks and grunting noises that were muffled by the gasping breaths that we were trying to take.

"That…" Rosalie smiled, keeping her eyes closed. "Wow."

I kissed her shoulder before rolling onto my side. When her eyes opened and she met my gaze, I realized how incredibly stupid I was. This was meant to just be sex and even if it wasn't slow and romantic, like all of the movies made it out to be, this was anything but "just sex" to me. This wasn't infatuation anymore. I knew she was a complete pain in the ass ninety percent of the time, but my feelings for her never changed or wavered. Even with all of the complications that stood between us, I loved her. I fucking loved Rosalie Hale.

"I…" My heart was pounding in my chest. "Rosalie, I…"

She sat up and shook her head. "Don't, Emmett."

When she reached for her dress I carefully took her hand. "Rosalie, I love you."

Her eyes closed for a second before she leaned forward and gently kissed my lips.

"You can't love me, Emmett. You just… can't."

I watched as she carefully pulled her feathery material back over her head. Once she was dressed, she gave me a sad smile before opening the door and stepping back out into the world where she was Rosalie Hale, Hollywood celebrity, and I was still Emmett Cullen, the idiot who had fallen in love with her.

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LMW: I don't know about y'all but this chapter took me from awing, to cheering, to omg-ing, to oh no! Thanks for the continued supports through reviews, retweets, and recommendations. It really means a lot to us that you're still hanging around for the ride!

JFI: Poor Emmers… If I didn't know what the hell was going to happen in this story I would be pissed as hell at Rosalie Hale. Anyways, thanks for all of the continued support and love.