Emmett/Rosalie, for twilight100, prompt is skin.
He couldn't remember what he had been doing before she had walked into their bedroom. She was rummaging through her wardrobe, looking for god knows what, and he couldn't stop himself from staring.
There.
Her hair was swept up with some purple clip thing...but that wasn't important.
Right...there. The back of her neck.
He loved Rose, loved every inch of her. But there was something tantalising about her neck, that bare skin just above her shoulders. He could feel a growl rising in his throat.
She seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on him.
He pounced.
She squealed.