Eleven

His hands are rough and calloused. I moan into his mouth as he runs them down my back beneath my shirt. I'm grateful to have that feeling back. When his skin connects with mine it's like millions of fireworks being set off at my core.

Our tongues intertwine, reacquainting after spending far too long waiting. We push closer together, pressing our bodies against each other's gravity.

The kiss is magical. I never want it to end. I do everything I can to prolong it, holding him close.

"Mine," I grind my hips down and moan into his mouth.

He grunts and finally snaps, shifting us so I'm beneath him, arms firmly under his grip above my head. My monkey man has arrived.

"No mine," he leans down to reclaim my lips, giving me passion, determination and a promise.

This. Isn't. Over.

We aren't over.

We just have to travel treacherous roads to get there.

We would. I just know it.

"I miss you so much," he pulls back, running his hands down my sides, holding me down, "every inch of you. Each freckle, crease and curve I miss. I let you go. I'm such a fucking idiot. The fact you even smile at me still makes me feel so hopeful."

"I'm not gone," I shake my head cupping his face, "I'm right here. I'll always be here."

"I didn't wait for you and I don't deserve to even ask. But will you please wait for me?" His eyes are pleading.

Leaning up I press my lips into his, grabbing his face to hold him closer. Pushing all of my feelings and trust for him into the kiss.

"So long as you never leave me," I whisper against his mouth, "I'll be here waiting for you so that when you're able to be with me, it'll be forever."

"I promise forever," he nods his head slightly, looking me in the eyes.

"We should stop. Or we'll wind up fucking," I push his hair back, feeling liberated by the feel of it between my fingers.

"I am in my mind already," he looks down at my body, "while you're in that fucking Hooters shirt."

Giggling I smack at him until he lets me up, sitting up on the bed across from him.

"Why don't you help me paint?" I ask.

"I don't want to ruin it. I suck at art," he shakes his head.

"Paint the big bits. I'll show you," I pull the canvas closer, moving to sit closer to him, his arm wraps around my waist, "paint the sky. Keep the strokes steady and in the same direction. Don't use too much paint. Build it up."

He sets off paying careful attention. Stopping to check with me every few minutes.

"Can you paint me naked one day?" He begins to work.

"I already have," I smirk, "the Italy painting was completed weeks ago. But I can't sell it."

"Why?" He looks at me intrigued.

"We're having sex inside the window," I blush.

Actually blush. I've never blushed in my whole life.

"You're joking," he laughs.

"You have me up against the window," I nod.

"I will pay anything for it," he pouts at me.

"Could I bribe you?" I ask.

"This officer accepts them from only you," he looks at me.

"I'll trade you for one more kiss," I whisper.

Without hesitation he leans in, pressing his lips to mine, keeping it smooth and steady. Romantic and passionate. A wordless sorry. From us both. A pact to go forward in whatever way possible. Messy or not.

He helps me paint portions of the work. There were more stolen kisses, there was more flirting. I let him kiss down my neck, he lets me run my hand further up his thigh.

He was technically cheating. But neither of us felt bad. It didn't even cross my mind. Guilt wasn't on my radar.

Because we both knew he wasn't really doing anything wrong. It was just right. He was slowly beginning his journey home.

She had something over him. Their relationship was fake. I knew it. He wouldn't confirm it out of fear. But if anyone knew anything about overcoming fears it was me.

I wake up with paint covering a small section of my cheek, gasping into the morning.

"Shit," I groan, "oh fuck. Em!"

Emmett's asleep beside me, fully clothed a paint brush on his chest.

"We fell asleep," I shake him, "oh fuck."

He rubs his eyes as he yawns, slowly sitting up, hair sticking up several different ways. He's adorable. It makes my heart squeeze.

"You need to stall for me. Tell them my leg hurts too much," I smack his leg, "I can't go out there until this is finished. Edward will kill me."

"Okay calm down, Rosie," he holds a hand out, sitting up, eyes blinking, "I can help you."

"You've got to distract them. Buy me time. Bella cannot know about this," I shake my head, "Edward is counting on me. I need to finish a few sections but they're detailed. I need to focus."

"Baby," he takes my head in his hands, making me look at him, "you can count on me. Stay here and work. Calm down and relax. You're talented and you have this."

Smiling I lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips. Pulling back he shakes his head, eyes scrunched shut.

"I want to stay," he huffs out, "how about I tell my brother to propose on his own and peel off your clothes."

"I wish I could hide you, but they'll come looking for you Em," I whisper.

When I open the door I shove him immediately, back behind the other side of the door, Cassie's back is to me facing Alice. Alice stands in the doorway in Jasper's shirt, hair unbrushed. I lean against the corner of the door, motioning for him to be quiet with a hurried wave of my hand.

"Maybe Rose knows," Alice spots me, "Rose. Have you seen Emmett?"

"Umm. Nope," I shake my head, "I haven't seen him since I went to bed last night."

"Cassie can't find him," Alice motions to Emmett's annoying pest.

Emmett's hand sneaks behind me, unnoticed by our company, to cup my ass. I dig my fingers into the grip of the door as he squeezes, amused by my lies. I'm going to kill him.

"Maybe he thought for himself for once," I look at Cassie.

Her eyes narrow at me and she crosses her arms.

"If you see him can you tell him I'm looking for him?" She asks me.

"Potentially, but not probably," I shut the door with a shrug, as Alice eyes me suspiciously.

I turn to look at Emmett with a relieved breath we weren't caught. Smacking his hand away from my backside. Aware they can still hear us, I refrain from squeaking as he pulls me into his chest.

"That felt so naughty," I whisper, "and sexy."

"Especially because I couldn't stop checking your ass out the whole time," he whispers back, "I told you. Deadly sins."

Moving past him I press my ear against the door listening for Cassie or Alice.

"I think you're all clear," I say.

"Thanks for this," he puts a hand on my hip tugging me back into his body, to hold me.

It's like he can't let me go. He needs to hold onto me in some way. I adore it.

"Come back anytime," I lean into his body.

Throughout the morning I sit and work, painting and paying attention to my work. Emmett returns with a plate of breakfast and coffee, telling me he'd snuck it past everyone.

He gives me a few stolen kisses, and cops another feel of my ass.

"I shouldn't have squeezed that this morning. It's all I can think about," he admits.

"You don't have to keep it as a thought you know," I ran my finger up his arm, "my ass if yours whenever you want it."

When he leaves me again I want him to come back. So I text him. Messages I hope don't catch the eye of his lurking Fiancé.

They're flirty and filthy. His replies are just as bad.

But I win the fight when I strip to wash the paint off in the shower, only to snap a photo in the mirror with the cheeky message 'pineapple pizza in the shower?'

He sends back all the things he would do if he's here.

I plan to make sure he fulfils them.

Thank you for reading x