They started walking slowly home, Rosalie's hand hanging loosely in Emmett's. He smiled down at her softly, his eyes turning toward the sky.

Rosalie spoke softly of her past, Emmett listening silently. He didn't really have anything to contribute. His human memories were too blurry and nothing in his life was very exciting. The thing that seemed to make this second chance at life any more exciting was her. She was the only thing he felt like talking about or even hear about. It was very strange.

His eyes widened as he stared down at a dirty baseball sitting a few feet away beneath a tree. Leaning to pick it up, he still kept his hand closed around Rosalie's.

"A baseball"? She whispered as he straightened up, turning the ball in his fingers.

"Yeah." He smirked holding it out before her. "The great American past time, you've never seen one"?

Rosalie frowned, her eyes rolling. "Of course I've seen one".

"You ever played"? He muttered tossing the ball into the air.

She shook her head quickly, watching Emmett grin widely. "You've never seen any women baseball players have you"? She smirked as he laughed heartedly.

"No I haven't, but then again you're not a typical woman". He tossed the ball high into the air watching it pass over the tops of the trees before falling back into his open hand.

"Is that so? And how am I not typical"? She whispered sliding her hand out of his and hanging it on her hip.

Emmett smirked, using his free hand to toss the ball back and forth. "Well for one thing you are a vampire".

"But you didn't answer my question, why am I not typical"? She muttered with narrowed eyes as he laughed .

Emmett strode around her, making a small circle on the grass. "Well let's see.. You're head strong, passionate, competitive, obviously beautiful," He smiled as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh.. Flattery, how very gentlemanly of you". She smirked reaching for the ball. "Flattery only gets you so far".

"Well it's a good thing I'm so good at it then". He joked hanging the ball over her head as she reached out for it. "Looks like I'll get very far". He darted away as her hand swiped at the ball. "See competitive." He laughed as she frowned.

She jumped at him, Emmett evading her quickly.

"Head strong". He laughed as she swiped at him again.

She folded her arms tightly as he danced behind her back. She whipped around quickly, her hand catching onto his wrist. Her fingers manuvered to the ball, her nails digging into it as she smirked arrogantly up at him.

Emmett remained silent, his eyes dancing over her face. He dropped the ball from his hand, weaving his fingers around her wrist. He raised his other hand, resting it against the small of her back as he smiled. Pulling her against him he watched her eyes widen. He released her hand, his fingers gliding up her long neck into her hair. His eyes softened as she bit her lip. "Beautiful". he muttered as she met his gaze hesitantly. He clenched her dress tightly, drawing her off her feet and against his chest.

Her hand dropped onto his shoulder as her feet dangled above the ground. "And the last one." She whispered brushing back his hair as he smirked.

"That has yet to be determined". He whispered watching her grin softly.

He bent his head forward, his nose brushing against her soft cheek. He felt her breath wash over his face, cold and crisp like the night air. Smiling slightly he leaned foward, his lips lingering over hers.

She angled her head down, pressing her lips into his lightly as his eyes fell shut. Closing her eyes as well, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips harder into hers. His lower lips grazed against hers, sending shivers down her body. He must have felt it as well because his hands tightened against her back. Her lips drew back as she shyed away.

His eyes fluttered open, turning up to her as he grinned. Cradling her against his chest he nodded. "Yeah." He muttered as she shook her head.

"Yeah what"? She laughed weakly.

"Passionate". He muttered kissing her neck lightly as she grinned brightly.

"Did you really have any doubt"? She whispered into the nape of his neck.

Shaking his head he leaned his lips against her jaw. "Not at all".