A/N: We haven't had any smut in a while so this chapter is my compensation for that fact. I'm going to be honest, I struggled with writing these past two chapters, they dealt with personal issues, so that's why it took a while to get this one out.
Moving on, I'm glad you guys liked the video, I thought it was perfect, and although she doesn't have many subscribers, I hope she makes more videos, we don't have a lot of Emmett/Bella Videos out there...
Even in the warmth of the comforter, the thick chaotic wall of pillows surrounding her head, and the hard, solid expanse of Emmett's chest pressed against her front. What would've usually made her feel comforter did little to dampen the tightness around her chest, the heaviness which lingered over her in the aftermath of the past events.
She had never truly encountered Vampire strength, never fully understood it, the superiority of it, the helplessness. For the first time since she had discovered the existence of Vampires, she felt fear. Real, base terror, the kind that kept you rooted to the ground at the sight of a shadow, the kind that kept you beneath the covers at the slight sound against your window.
She had always heard those stories on the news, about young girls who are raped or molested in alleyways or parks, and had always wondered at how stupid they could be, she had been ignorant, she now saw how stupid her thoughts had been, to think herself safe, how easy it was to be cornered by those she had once trusted.
Her head ached, and she wanted so badly to fall back asleep, back into the warm darkness of slumber, but her skin burned from the trails of cold fingers which weren't there, and her mind flashed with images, a shudder running through her body as she remembered her reactions, the sounds she had made, and even though there was no way for her to possibly know, the disgust was overwhelming.
She jumped as a hand ran along her back, cold, but the temperature didn't have the same negative effect as the night before, maybe because it wasn't the same hand as before. His palm running beneath the back of her shirt as he crushed her against his chest. It was a solid, consistent, familiar feeling, one she welcomed. Her eyes felt heavy and damp, and her muscles were heavy, the last thing she wanted to do right now was talk, she didn't want to speak, because she knew her voice would break.
Talking wouldn't fix this, talking wouldn't take away the feeling which clung to her skin, it wouldn't wipe away the disgust she felt. She wanted to forget.
His hand ran along her spine, and he seemed content with her silence. Her fist curled into his shirt, and she pushed herself up to her knees, her hands shaking as steadied herself on his chest. His mouth opened, ready to call her out on her actions, perhaps offer words of comfort which would serve no use other than to shatter her further from healing. There some things which words would never be able to solve, some things which could only be fixed through actions.
She leaned forward, her mouth fitting heatedly against his lips, catching him off guard with a kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt and dragging him forward. His hands hovered over her back awkwardly, unsure as to what was expected of him. The expectations in his relationship with Bella were different, where gifts and adoring words would've worked fine with Rose, they would've been the perfect fix to build her self esteem, they didn't work with Bella. She hated gifts, and words have always been meaningless to her, sliding from her skin like water. He felt completely out of his game with her, like a schoolboy in his first relationship, nothing worked the way he expected, but despite the lack of experience he felt, it did nothing to quell the emotion behind each touch. He leaned up, hesitantly at first; which felt out of character for someone like him, but as her hands slid beneath his shirt, her nails dragging over skin, and her tongue sliding softly over his bottom lip, begging for attention, his hesitancy to touch her, scared she might break, it all fled from his mind, recognizing the urgency of her actions, knowing the words she wouldn't speak.
She tugged at his shirt, her hands fumbling with the buttons a broken whimper tumbling from her lips when she failed to undo them. He broke the kiss, shushing her gently as his hands easily tore away the cotton, buttons clattering to the ground as they ripped from their thread. He sighed when her small fingers found purchase in the creases of his skin, tracing the muscles over his stomach, her fingers running over each crevice of his body, memorizing the mapping of his skin, feeling each twitch of his muscle in response to her touch.
His hands slid across her waist, pushing the weak material of her shirt up and over her head, her arms lifting to allow its removal. She was bare, and the soft mounds of her breasts bounced slightly as they were released from their confines. He sat up, hands settling on her hips, his thumbs massaging into her skin, and he pressed her against his chest, basking in the soft moans which tumbled from her lips, her hands gripping his hair and tugging as she ground against him, her knees supporting the rocking movement.
Their lips collided, his hand moving to brush her hair from her neck, and her hands running up his arms, fingers fanning over each bump and fissure which formed his muscles, till they looped behind his neck. She moaned, her breasts rubbing against his chest, the cold, marble of his skin, granting her the delicious sensation she craved, as the cold and smooth texture rolled over her nipples, hardening the sensitive buds.
The material of his jeans and her shorts was growing into what could only be described as an unwanted obstacle, one which only served to drive them quicker in their urgency for flesh against flesh, hands tugging at rough material, the angry sound of cotton or denim tearing; filled the room, and they both barely spared the thought of how angry Alice would be when she saw them, but none of them cared. They were both bare, and Bella's goal to press every inch of her body against him was becoming a goal which he could gladly achieve with her. Skin pressed close together, hot, sweaty flesh pressing deliciously against cold, serving to create a feeling of excited desire which pooled in their stomachs. His nose ran along her neck, inhaling as he felt her body rock, grinding against him.
He leaned back, his hand behind her head, pressing their mouths together in a kiss, which brushed the stress from her limbs. And once again, just like every other moment, her body melted against his. Teeth clinked, and tongues danced together, muffled whimpers and groans filled the room, but none of them cared that the others would hear, no one else was important in that moment. She pressed her hips down, their pelvises grinding together, and the anticipation caused liquid heat to gather between her legs, a steady burn between her thighs which grew the longer he left it unattended.
His hands moved over her body, erasing any paths his brother might've drawn the night before, his fingers running along the small indentations along her stomach where the bruises had begun to bloom. He froze when she flinched, her body jolting away from him, and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close.
Despite her earlier promise to not talk, because talking would only bring tears. But him touching the bruise, him seeing the physical evidence of the fact that he hadn't been the last to touch her, it broke something fragile inside of her.
"E-Emmett..." Her voice broke, and he watched as a tear gathered at the corner of her eyes, one escaping and slowly rolling down her cheek, her heart beat picking up. "I-I'm so sorry." She covered her face, her shoulders shaking as sobs broke out through her body. He stared up at her, his mouth opening in surprise. He would never understand her thoughts, why she felt that she should apologize, It struck him speechless. He framed her face with his hands, pressing their heads together as he stares at her, "It means nothing." He said firmly, pulling away her hands. She shook her head, her eyes closing, but he wouldn't, couldn't allow her to fall into this. "Listen to me Bells, it means nothing, and nothing he did will ever be enough to make me not adore you, to make me not want you." His hand pressed over her stomach, his other hand tilting her face up. "We made this, you and me, not you and him. He's so fucking insignificant compared to how deeply my love for you runs, how much I need you, and I swear he'll never hurt you again, I won't ever allow it again." Her breath stuttered, and she swallowed thickly, her wet eyes blinking as she gazed at him. "You're mine." He said quietly, but his words echoed loudly through her thoughts, replacing her thoughts with a multitude of erratic beats of her heart, the sound of her breaths filling the room, that's all she would remember now, that's all he would ever allow. No more pain.
He reached further down, his hand moving over her centre, kneading the mound of hair. A gasp fell from her flips, the anguish in her eyes leaking away as shock took its place. Her hips bucked down, and he smiled at her reaction.
E-Emmett..." She whimpered, arching her back and grinding down against him, her lips parting as small pants fell from her lips. The fading moonlight peeked in from the window, sliding over her sweaty skin, causing her body to give off an ethereal pale glow.
"It burns." She breathed, rocking her body, her movements becoming a continuous effort as she sought to ease her aches. He gripped her hips, pressing her closer as his mouth tucked into her neck, his tongue running over her skin as he pressed his hips up against her, delving into the warmth which soaked over his member at the contact.
"What burns Bells?" His voice deepened, and he felt her hand reach for his wrist, clumsily guiding his hand between her legs. "Please." She pleaded, placing his hand back over her heated centre. She sucked in a broken gasp as his cold fingers slid over her hot centre, gathering the moisture which had gathered and rubbing it across her entrance. She rocked herself on his hand; her hand gripped his shoulder, her eyes looking down to watch his movements. His finger slid up, rubbing the swollen nub, above her cleft, and he grinned wickedly at the mewling sounds she made, massaging the hardened bundle of nerves, feeling her legs quiver over his hips, Her lips parting as she felt the touch spark the beginning of her fall, inching closer to the edge.
He pressed one digit into her entrance, her walls hugging the finger tightly in their soft, milky walls. She keened at the intrusion, a foreshadowing feeling of what was to come and as he rubbed deeper, she could feel the muscles inside of her twitch in response, pulsing and pulling him in deeper. She cried out as he nudged her walls; her head falling back as his finger hooked up, his thumb rubbing her clit simultaneously, the mixture of sensation causing her body to tighten, her limbs shaking. "Oh God..." She breathed, her voice rising in pitch as she pressed on his hand. Her body rose to extreme hypersensitivity, each touch burning her as she felt each rub, each caress, melt deep into her core.
She wouldn't last, her body was strung too tight, and the urgency of the situation, the reason for her need was driving her to mindless lust. She bowed her head, pressing her lips against his neck as her breathing grew heavier, her breath fanning over his ear, tickling his hair. Her hips bucked and rolled down against him with each movement of his fingers, trying to press him deeper, harder. He could feel her nails drag over his back, trying to dig into the skin, her lips brushing against his ear as she mewled and whimpered, driving close to her release.
But this wasn't enough, not this time, she wanted, needed more. She needed to feel him closer. With a weak hand, her fingers shaking; the closer she drew to the edge, she grasped his wrist, halting his movements.
"I-Inside Emmett, please." She breathed into his ear, her breath fanning over his ear-drum. She pulled back, staring into his eyes, hers were bright with desperation and the overwhelming urgency, knowing this was the one thing she needed, the one thing that would reacquaint and fix all of her shattered feelings, she needed to feel him close to her, it would break all the pain she felt inside.
His hands tightened over her thighs, firm but gentle and she could feel the way her words affected him as something nudged her thigh, her hips rocking down as she tried to move him into position herself. But his and pressed her still, keeping her from what she most wanted, a whine fell from her reaction.
He stilled her with his hands, pressing her down as he moved his hand between her legs, pressing the small nub, and circling it quickly, lifting the layer of silky flesh to press the raw skin beneath. She made to make a choked objection, her mouth opening as her body jerked in response. She attempted to hold her oncoming release at bay, her breaths steadily getting louder as she gave a weakened cry, shaking her head as the edges of her mind began to blur and fray. But he shushed her objection, massaging the small bud, each touch, pulling her tighter and tighter with each second. Till finally, as she felt the head of his cock slide across her entrance, pressing the muscles, the beginning of the stretch, mixed with the strumming sensation of his fingers on her clit caused her to shatter, and the loud cry falling from her lips as her body twitched, her muscles jolting as each wave of ecstasy crashed through her.
He took the chance, a grin curling over his lips as he positioned himself at her centre, pushing himself into her quivering heat, the tightened muscles rolling over him, causing him to groan, his eyes closing as his head fell back on the pillow.
Her mouth fell open, startled as her body froze between the feelings the intrusion evoked and the crushing sensation of her orgasm. A broken, choked moan fell from her lips as she collapsed against his chest, her body shaking. Liquid heat hushed from her body, coating her thighs and the sheets beneath them. The noises she made sounded like music to his ears, his teeth gritting as her walls enveloped him in heat. He rocked up into her, her arms wrapping around his neck as she burrowed her face into his shoulder, her eyes clenching shut as the nerves inside of her, the ones already thrumming with the aftershocks of her release, were suddenly being stimulated all over again. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her body in time with his thrusts, and she panted in time with each movement, her lips brushing against his ear as she bit the lobe; trying to keep the sounds at bay.
"Em-mett!" She choked out, as his pelvis ground against her clit, slamming against places in her body which seemed to send shocks through her bones, deep into her skin. She felt like her body was locked in a state of shock, and she was slowly falling back into the state of build up, just so she could repeat the process all over again. Her body trembled, resisting the oncoming release, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to shatter her into a million tiny pieces.
"Oh God, please Emmett, Please!" She begged, grinding against him wantonly, drawing a harsh growl from his lips as he too approached his release. She nuzzled into his neck, her hands gripping his hair and tugging, till she lifted her head, pressing her mouth against his. Compared to the urgency of their love-making, the kiss was gentle, and amazingly tender, and time seemed to slow around them, her lips dancing over his, her teeth catching his bottom lip and teasingly gnawing at the piece of skin. His eyes were closed, and he felt drunk on her, her skin and her smell, the sounds she made, the feeling of her skin, the way she moved against him, with him, it made him dizzy, breathless if such a thing could ever be possible for a vampire.
He ground up, one last time, pressing into her clit as his cock stimulated her walls, and he watched as she drowned in pleasure, her release taking her by surprise as it crashed through her, the intensity so over-whelming she found her capability to cry out disappearing, her voice deemed useless. She fumbled, clutching him close, her fingers gripping his hair as she rocked against with him, with each wave her walls clenching and pulsing around him. She clung onto the sounds he made, the harsh growls and purrs which vibrated through her, the soft groans and gasps, letting her know that she wasn't the only one affected by this. Her insides felt warm, and her body felt weak as she shook in the aftermath of their intimacy. Collapsing against him, she hummed in content, her lips brushing against his.
He lowered them to the bed, sighing and running his fingers over her damp skin. Burrowing his nose into her hair, her body spread over his front. An anguished whine left her lips as he shifted, pulling out, a feeling of cold emptiness taking his place. She pressed closer in reaction, her nose burrowing into his neck, drawing comfort from the contented purrs which she had still yet to decide whether they came from his chest, or his throat.
They lay in silence for a few minutes before Bella gave in and broke the quiet. Her eyes gazing lazily out the window at the rising sun. Her worries had left her, and the previous fear she had felt was but a distant memory.
"I think we should get this room a night lamp..." She muttered absent-mindedly, smiling at the chuckle which came from his chest, her auburn eyes glancing up to watch the way his mouth brightened with his smile, dimples gracing his cheeks.
"Anything you want." He said, smiling down at her, "I think it would be better anyway, I want to see you when we use this bed" She flushed, shaking her head as his head fell back on the pillows, his eyes sliding shut.