#TwilightPackFanatfics May Short Story Challenge Entry.


Prompt: Sun Or Snow / Summer Or Winter
Characters: Sam/Emily
Rating: M, just to be safe lol.


"Why does it have to be so damn hot?" Leah's complaints about the unusually hot summer day were plentiful and filled with venom.

Irritated by the sound of her voice at this point, Paul asked, "Why don't you go for a run or something? Maybe if you quit blowing so much hot air around here, it will cool down faster."

"Funny, Paul. I'm already drenched in sweat. Why don't I just go hang outside and put on fifty pounds of fucking fur to do it?"

"We are all drenched in sweat," Embry groaned.

"Look, it was just an idea," Paul snapped back at her and sighed.

Quil grumbled, "Can we just get this shit done and get out of here?"

Jacob said, "You have patrol anyway, Quil."

Quil mumbled, "I have a swimming hole with my name on it, actually."

"Quil," Sam warned quietly.

"What? It's too goddamn sunny and hot for the vamps to be out today anyway. We all know they avoid weather like this. Summer is here, and it is a vamp-free kind of day. Give us a fucking break, Sam," Quil complained.

"Yeah, Sam," came the chorus of shifters around them. Strings of complaints began pouring from the pack faster than the sweat beads could drip down their faces.

"Alright, alright, enough," Sam bellowed, silencing his pack. He would rather risk the chances and shut them up. "Fine. Do you all want the day off? Take it. Go. Fuck this meeting and patrol today. Now leave before I change my mind."

The rest of the pack looked around in surprise before scrambling over each other to leave. Sam shook his head at them in aggravation and plopped down on his couch under the ceiling fan. He glanced up toward a smirking Emily, staring at him over a bowl of homemade chicken salad and fresh crescent rolls. The food smelled amazing, but the heat was making him nauseous. Sam didn't blame the pack for not wanting to patrol today, and Quil had made a solid point.

"None of them have had much of a summer," Emily said. "Neither have you."

"Yeah, I know," Sam huffed. "We have to buy a window unit if this heatwave keeps up. I have never seen our central AC this tuckered out."

Emily agreed. "What is the average temp in the summer usually? Around eighty-five?"

"About," Sam said. "Not a hundred and four, I can tell you that." He looked at the cool wooden floor under his feet longingly for a moment and muttered, "The hell with it." Sam stood to yank off what few articles of clothing he wore and laid down naked on the floor, cursing the fact that heat rises. "I bet it feels amazing under the house right about now." Emily giggled as he sighed, his bare behind on display as he lowered his forehead to the slats underneath him.

"It's almost too hot to breathe deeply," she said and moved to the couch, openly gawking at her ripped husband. "I never thought I would say this, but I'm starting to miss the cold weather."

Sam laughed and teased, "Be careful what you wish for, Emmy. It'll be back before you know it."

"Yeah, well, if it was cold outside, you would be up here keeping me warm instead of me staring at your rump on our floor," Emily pointed out.

"I bet Bella is enjoying the heat today," Sam said absently.

Emily frowned. No one had mentioned Bella in a while. Taking Edward back had been a sore subject for the pack, especially Sam. Sam had been there when the leech left her for dead. He had witnessed her pain first-hand. Besides that, he would never understand how someone could choose a corpse over a wolf. They aren't even alive.

Leah had been devastated. She had put everything into Bella, believing they were building something together. Instead, she ended up empty-handed and colder inside than some of the harshest winters they had ever known. Spending time with Jacob seemed to help. He kept Leah in high spirits, at the least. Jacob was quick to take up for her these days, not that she needed it. She was as blunt and brutally honest as she had ever been. Perhaps worse.

Sam gave Emily an apologetic smile for bringing up Bella. Since devastating Leah, their friendship has never been the same. Emily missed Bella but remained distant out of loyalty. Bella remained distant because she was no longer welcomed with open arms.

"Probably not with all the humidity," Emily said, frowning. "Bella is used to the dry, southern heat."

"I guess it goes along with that dry sense of humor," Sam said. He was relieved when Emily laughed and nudged his butt cheek with her toes.

"Be nice, Sam," Emily said.

"Hell, I bet she is the coldest person in Forks right now with her walking popsicle of a boyfriend." Sam roared with laughter at his own joke.

Emily eased herself onto the ground next to him, protectively clutching her slightly rounded belly. He turned onto his side as she lifted the hem of her shirt to her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned happily from the cold floor against her back and the ceiling fan beating down on her exposed flesh.

Sam reached to put his hand on her belly, and Emily slapped it soundly. Sam laughed and choked out, "I didn't even touch you, and your eyes are closed. How did you know?"

"Your skin might as well be a branding iron," Emily said. "I could literally feel your heat moving closer. If you touch me right now, I might combust."

"Don't do that," Sam deadpanned. "You'll get baby goo everywhere."

Emily leaned her head back, laughing heartily. Sam watched, mentally tracing every minute feature of her scarred face as if he had not already done so a million times.

Emily said, "We should pack some snacks in the cooler and go to the beach for a while."

Sam guffawed. "For what? To bake?" Sam rolled his eyes as if the idea were preposterous.

"To swim," Emily said, laughing.

Sam said, "I bet you I know where Quil is going, and it's fully shaded if I'm right."

"Which means the water will be like ice," Emily protested. "Not a chance, sir."

"You just said you were missing the cold."

"Weather, not water," Emily corrected. "You know I prefer sun to snow. Besides, If I'm going to put on a suit and risk announcing this little shit to the world, I would rather not be shivering the whole time."

"We could just fill the tub with cool water," Sam suggested. "Then I could have you all to myself."

Emily leaned away from him and said, "You're a greedy man, Samuel Uley."

"I know it," he answered and yawned.

Emily teased, "Greedy old man. Rip Van Uley."

"Rip and his geriatric wife, Emily McRoundbelly," Sam returned. He reached up to touch her stomach.

Once again, she slapped him. "No, mister. Not until I can cool off."

Sam feigned offense as he gasped dramatically. He asked, "You would really deny me? Your spouse? The father of your child? Your imprint?"

Emily said, "You better hope this heatwave calms down, or you can keep your hands to yourself until winter, sir. Or until we get that window unit."

Sarcastically, Sam said, "Yes, ma'am." He stood and helped pull his wife up from the floor. Afterward, he yanked his clothes back on alongside his shoes.

Emily asked, "And just where are you going?"

Sam smirked and grabbed his truck keys as he said, "To find a window unit. You better get ready. It will be winter in here by twilight."