This one is Emmett/Jacob, written for twilight100's prompt first kiss.
They met in the woods, where even Edward couldn't see them. Jacob stood across from him. The only thing between them was space. He spoke.
"Emmett. Where have you been?"
They looked at each other. The werewolf's bare chest taunted him, the sunlight filtered through the canopy to splay across his skin.
In an instant, they were together. Chest to chest, their mouths pressed fiercely against each other. He could feel Jacob's tongue—warm, like the rest of him—searching his mouth hungrily.
He didn't need to answer, but he felt the words form in his mind.
Waiting for you.