A/N: I changed my pen-name, for those of you that got confused. I out grew my old nickname, and decided to change it. Hope that don't cause problems! Oh, by the way, THIS IS ALMOST ENTIRELY FLUFF!!! Beware if you don't like stuff like this. But, Kristina, I thought you'd enjoy it!!!

I Don't Bite, I Swear by .o.O.o.Emmett.Is.Mine.o.O.o.

Chapter 15... Tease

"Emm..." Kristina started, at the same time as Emmett.

"Kris," he said, continuing when she fell silent. "Are you alright?" he questioned her. "What was that all about?"

She took a deep, shaky breath and began explaining. She had had the same nightmare that she had been having the last couple nights, since just before she had met him. She was always in the same place, and there was always the same person chasing her. Her legs always gave out at the same time. The only thing that ever changed, was what the man would say. Sometimes he was nice to her, not including holding her to the wall. A couple of times he had yelled at her, telling her to leave before she died. And rarely, he had said nothing, just holding her to the wall for a second, and disappearing like all the others.

After she was done telling Emmett everything she could possibly remember, she became tired again. He walked off to where he had sat before and watched her as she tried to fall asleep again. She kept moving around, rolling over and over, obviously uncomfortable wherever she was.

Emmett sighed an unneeded breath. "Are you going to be able to get any sleep at all?" he asked her, standing, yet again, and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.

She rolled over on her other side, so she'd be able to see him when they talked. "This was exactly why I was avoiding sleep. I've been having this nightmare for the past week or so, and it scares the crap out of me every time. I always run, I always get caught, and he always disappears. Every time; same time. The worst part is, I don't know who he is…"

"Do you see anything of him? Right before he disappears?" Emmett asked rationally, determined to figure this out.

"Just his eyes. Every. Single. Time. They're gold. Always a molten, gold…" she trailed off at the end, a scared look coming to her eyes and dancing across her face.

Emmett stood up quickly, backing away from her again. There were only a few things she could have seen. Actually, there were only a couple of people she could have seen, and there was no way he could tell which one it was. She could have seen him for all he knew. That was what scared him so badly. There was obviously something else that was to happen in that dream, and if it came true, he could possibly hurt her.

"Emm, you ok?" she asked kindly, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "You're acting strange…"

Emmett sat down where he had stayed before, sitting on a couch toward the other side of the room. "I'm fine, Kris. Just try to get some sleep before the sun comes up, alright?"

Sighing, the girl crawled back into the bed and laid down, mumbling "fine." But this time was no more successful than the last. She was still tossing and turning and groaning in frustration. After about five minutes of that, she sat up and looked over at the teenage boy on the couch.

"Emm?" she asked quietly.

He looked over at her, but in the current darkness, she couldn't really see him. "What's up?" he asked happily.

She looked down and to the side, avoiding his gaze. "Could you come here?" she asked quietly, though he heard her, plain as day.

Emmett stood and walked over to the bed, yet again sitting on the edge. "You okay? What, you want me to sleep with you?" he joked, laughing lightly.

Her cheeks bloomed bright rose, and she looked further away from him, nearly turning her back to the boy.

He felt guilty. "You do? Most people would rather I stayed further away…"

"Well…" she started, her blush not letting up. "It's just easier for me to fall asleep with someone close by. I usually have to deal with it myself, but…"

She still looked embarrassed, but nodded her head. After staring away from him for a while, she just shrugged her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she said, "You know, I'll be fine. I've always dealt with it my…self…"

She trailed when she felt the weight shift suddenly and sensed someone behind her. She whipped around quickly, already knowing who was there, but not quite believing it. But, there he was, the hot teenager laying behind her above the covers and looking at her with a wild grin. "Can't procrastinate on sleep anymore, Kris," he told her truthfully.

She sat there, stuttering incomprehensibly. He listened to her for a few seconds, staring and smiling, but shut her up quickly when he decided to. He reached over quickly, though still using human speed, and gently grabbed her around the waist, turning her around and pulling her against his chest.

She gasped in shock. This was certainly not what she had expected. "E-E-Emmett?" she stuttered quietly as she laid with him.

"Shhh," he whispered soothingly, squeezing her lightly. "Just get some sleep!" he exclaimed quietly.

"Sure… like I can sleep now…"

He knew what she was talking about. Her heart was beating erratically, and her breath was abnormal. He grinned as he thought about what he could do to her. For a few minutes, as she settled down, he considered having fun and testing what he could to her.

An evil grin spread across his lips, unseen by Kristina. If she had seen him, she might have had a chance. But as it was…

His grin growing wider, Emmett tightened his grip around the girl's waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He felt her pulse flutter again, more this time. She kept quiet, though.

Wanting more of a reaction, he decided to try more. He leaned his head nearer to her neck, breathing gently over her bare skin. She shivered and shied away from it, leaning her head to the side as though it were just an itch. His grin grew a bit more.

He decided to try one more thing. He waited, though, until she settled down again. Just as her breathing began to slow down and even out, signaling sleep, he lightly traced his fingers over the side of her stomach. He traced circles and swirls into her skin with the barest of a touch, smiling when she shied away, yet again. He kept this up for a minute or so, only ceasing when she actually rolled over to face him.

"Are you trying to torture me or something?" she asked, her voice sounding both tired and… happy.

"I'm not trying," Emmett replied, smiling. "Much."

She rolled her eyes and rolled over, turning her back to him again. And, just like before, he pulled her flush to his chest. "Emm…" she said, a warning tone in her voice. "You were the one bugging me to get some sleep before. But now you have me so awake I could run a mile!"

He smiled. "Sorry," Emmett apologized. "I'll behave now." He paused and he heard her sigh. "I swear, I'll keep my hands to myself."

"You better," the girl threatened jokingly.

He did, and she quickly fell asleep. There were no more nightmares that night.