Thud-thud-thud-thud. ‚Huh' I think. 'Guess vampire sex isn't as quiet as I thought'. While I am laying in possibly the most comfortable bed that was ever made – firm, yet soft mattress and perfectly cushy pillow and blanket – sleep eludes me. No wonder. Here I am in a house full of beautiful creatures and the hottest pair of them is no more than a few feet away from me, having sex.

I really am thankful that Carlisle let me stay with his family, that he gifted me with his trust when I came to him like some lunatic proclaiming that I know be both have secrets and are not as human as people around us assume. That could have gone very badly indeed. On the other hand, I knew Carlisle quit well, working with him in the same small hospital. With him working in the ER, he often recommended his patients to come visit me after experiencing traumatic accidents. I like my job, especially seeing the positive effects of therapy in their life. I often converse with Carlisle about his side of the job, about specific aspects of their physical treatments and improving health in general. It didn't take long for me to see what a genius Carlisle was. He often was several steps ahead of me, but never condescending, always encouraging me to speak my mind and throwing ideas at him. His curiosity about absolutely everything was endearing and his tenacity inspiring. We became friends fast, especially because we roughly started at the same time. Although I always felt a certain distance that he kept, a polite rejection to anything more personal than the odd one-liner here and there. I knew he had a wife, adoptive kids and foster kids, that he liked nice cars, that he lived for his job and his family and… that he never eats or drinks. Yes, it also didn't take long for me to see the oddities about Carlisle Cullen. His skin was unnaturally cold, his eye color changing drastically no matter the light and his ability to always be there when he was needed. I saw that he tried to blend in, but he couldn't help himself. His desire to help overshadowed his carefulness at times. It probably hadn't catched my eye had I not known about other otherworldly beings. Supernatural beings. Like me.

I strained my ears to hear more than the bed bumping rhythmically against the wall and the squeaking of the iron bedframe. Guess it must be a very sturdy frame, having to withstand the strength of their owners. Yes, I know, eavesdropping isn't nice but give me a break. I had a dry spell for several weeks now and besides that…they drive me insane since I was granted to sleep here for a few days. That's a week now, on the dot. My landlord still wasn't capable to repair the damage in my flat and replace my front door. I was desperate. For what was the question I tried not to think about but did anyway. Desperate for my familiar solitude, for sure. But also desperate for relief. So there she lies, the eavesdropper, hand sneaking under the cover and over her abdomen. That's me. Sue me. 'Please, let him moan. Oh gosh, let HER moan. I love it to hear a gorgeous woman orgasm'.

As if they heard my silent plea – oh gosh, I hope Edward hasn't returned yet from the hunt, that would be mortifying – I heard him grunt. A sexy grunt, deep and long, almost a growl. I pictured them laying in bed, him hovering above her, his strong arms left and right next to her ribcage and his cock deep in her pussy. My fingers drifted towards my own pussy at the thought, trying to be as quiet as humanly possible. I tried to assess if they would be bothered by my actions, by me masturbating to their coupling. Some couples would be flattered, I know. It wouldn't be my first time. I had watched couples having sex in the past, fingering myself at the sight of them. But the thought that maybe they would be affronted, maybe they would think me perverted or obtrusive let my hand still, laying now over my wet and warm cunt. "Ooh yes, Emmett, right there! Fuck me, baby" I heard Rosalie call out and I couldn't help a whimper leaving my lips. Rosalie was a gorgeous woman, strong and opinionated, her eyes sparkling with fire and mirth. I loved how I often found her laying under a car, doing who knows what to her so-called babies. I gave a shit about cars but when I sat on the ground and listened to her explaining the inner workings of sport cars versus trucks or whatever I found myself captivated by her. Rosalie was beautiful of course, frighteningly so, her hair long with soft waves and curls at the end and her lips so full I couldn't stop thinking about pressing mine against them. But the most captivating thing about Rosalie was her intense emotions. When Rosalie laughed, it was as if the sorrows in the world felt weightless and when Rosalie was angry the earth shook by her fury and the air felt heavy and swirled through the room. It surprised me that she seemed to enjoy my company as Carlisle had warned me beforehand that his foster daughter could be quite cold to outsiders of the family because of trust issues. I have no idea what happened in her life - and afterlife I guess – to make her so wary, but I saw the resilience and strength in her eyes that can only be found in people who had suffered and had succeeded in overcoming their hurdles. All in all, I had a crush on her. Which was bad, because she is happily married, and they never gave an inclination that they were in anything other than a monogamous marriage. But even IF they were open to invite someone other in their bed, I would hardly be their first choice. I'm not ugly, I know that, but I am just not playing in the same league. My body was too soft, a bit on the chubby side although I have lost some pounds due stress in the last years. But that left their marks on my skin, at the side of my hips and breasts. My breasts were asymmetrical, one quite a bit larger than the others, which bothered me since always, no matter how many dudes said they didn't mind or even complimented them. I knew I had a pretty face, large blue eyes and cute freckles all over my face. But still. Nothing compared to the power couple two meters away from me, even if their beauty wouldn't have been enhanced through vampirism.

The sounds were getting louder, and I didn't know if I should thank the gods or curse them for testing my morality. Thank gods for small mercies, the other occupants of the house were hunting, including the mind reader and the emotion reader. They gave me enough side glances in the evenings when we were all sitting in the living room, watching tv or playing games or conversing. My mind was constantly in the gutter. I couldn't help myself, one dimpled grin from Emmett, a wink in my direction, and I was a goner. I couldn't stop myself thinking about how nice it would be to be lifted in his big muscular arms, how his cold lips would feel nibbling at my neck… I retracted my hands from my panties, trying to withstand the tugging in my lower stomach. "I've got you, Rosie. I know you're close, you're so wet…gripping my cock so tight…" Emmett grunted, and I floated. Quite literally. "Shit" I murmured, trying to stop hovering three feet above the mattress and failing. 'Aaaand that right there is part of the reason for my dry spell' I thought exasperated about myself. How could I have sex with someone if I floated away mid-coitus? I thought I head a breathy chuckle and asked myself if I have given myself away. With their super-hearing, no ruffling of the bedsheet, no flustered movement of my legs stayed unheard. The sound of skin meeting skin and the quiet moans of Rosalie drove me in an emotional state I knew I couldn't come down from without getting myself off first. Coming down being the operative word here. I still wasn't in control of my new discovered ability, and it was heavily influenced by my emotions. I needed to calm down, to relax and that just wasn't possible with Hot & Hotter in the room next door having at it as if there would be no tomorrow. So I gave up. Hiding my face beneath my hands out of shame I murmured desperately "Could you PLEASE moan louder or somethin'? I'll burst through the ceiling if I won't get off soon". I heard my heart jumping in my chest, afraid of their reaction, afraid of destroying our beginning friendship. But then I heard Emmett's loud chuckle and knew they wouldn't be mad. When I didn't here anything more, I let my hands fall from my face and there he was. Emmett. A very NAKED Emmett standing at the foot of my bed grinning at me. "Finally, little bee, we were waiting for you" he said, grabbing my ankle and pressing my still floating body against his cold and firm chest. 'Oh my gosh, please help me" I thought as I felt a gush of wind and was now seeing the blonde goddess casually leaning against the headboard, legs crossed. "Come here, Ana, let us help you" she smirked. 'Yes, please'.