A/N: This took me long enough, huh? Haha. Well, I hope you like the way I've represented Rosalie and Emmett. I like to think it's a little different than usual, but we'll see. Let me know what you think.
Belatedly, I'd like to once again thank everyone who read/voted for The Virginity Pact for the Steamy Movie Crossover Contest. It was flattering to make it as far as I did with this silly little story.
There will probably be a fourth chapter after this, but I'm not sure there will be any more for it after that.
A big thank you to my beta Adrena!
RPOV
I wanted to throw up. The repetitive sound of Alice's headboard slamming against the far wall of my bedroom was going to make me toss my cookies, and I wasn't very excited at that prospect. I'd given up bulimia when I was thirteen, so I was pretty much over the whole vom thing.
When the sound of creaking bedsprings from Bella's room joined the beat of Alice's headboard, I gave up and pressed my pillow over my head. My roommates were getting the daylights fucked out of them while I laid here in my bed, all alone and as virginal as the day I was born... okay, well almost.
To add insult to injury, Alice was getting her groove on with my twin brother. Talk about revolting. I couldn't believe I had to lay here and bear witness to her and Jasper's apparently never-ending obsession with naked time. Ugh!
And don't even get me started on Bella. Miss "I Don't Want Any Part of the Virginity Pact" was the first one of our group to actually get to bonin', and I was clearly going to be the last. Considering the fact that I'd proposed the VP in the first place, I thought this fact was complete bullshit.
I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my rose-colored silk gown and walked into the mini-kitchen to grab a pint of Ben and Jerry's. These guys never left me down, and I never got bored with them. A different flavor for every day of the week, and they were always there for me no matter what. A girl had to take what she could get, which apparently wasn't very much in my case right now.
Walking back to my bedroom was like walking through an auditory hell; Alice's moans were hitting a nice crescendo while Bella's were building, and I was only thankful that I couldn't hear the guys, because I do believe that would be the last straw for me.
I wanted to be the one getting my mind blown, dammit! I wanted to be the one disgusting the hell out of my roommates with my loud sex romps! Grrr.
When I got back to my room, I ate half of the pint of ice cream and decided to employ one of my favorite bedtime rituals in an attempt to get myself tired enough to sleep through the Sex in Stereo concert. I dug the special box out from under my bed and picked out my old standby, the Jack Rabbit. This baby was fully loaded and ready to go, and so was I.
I ran through the mental catalog of sexual fantasies I had, but I stopped at the one that had been my favorite for a couple years now: Emmett taking me fast and hard in the front seat of his huge truck. I never admitted my weakness for that bonehead to my roommates, but they knew me well enough to figure I probably liked him in my own fucked up way.
Too bad he was such a dumbass. He couldn't keep his hands to himself around me and he always said the wrong thing at the wrong time. He was too loud and he was a troublemaker. He probably had a string of women under his belt, but he didn't seem to take himself seriously enough to convince me that he could be what I needed in and out of bed.
Therefore, I merely settled for imagining Emmett the way I wanted him to be in my mind: hot, huge, and ready to shut the fuck up and fuck.
After the festivities were complete, I tucked the evidence back into the frilly, feminine box and hid it beneath my bed once more. I turned off the light and drifted off to sleep with the only half-satisfied ache lingering between my legs.
EmPOV
I sat on the couch in Edward and Jasper's common room, playing the Xbox and drinking a Coke. My buddies were currently wrapped around the fingers of the girls in their laps, and while I was happy for them, I was pissed at myself.
For years, I'd been obsessed with Rosalie Hale. I'd even go so far as to say I was in love with her, but she never gave me a fucking chance. I just kept banging my stupid fucking head against the wall of her stubborn resistance, and it hadn't gotten me anywhere.
When we found out about the stupid pact the girls had made to lose their virginity by the prom, I'd hoped it was my opening to prove to Rosalie that I was worthy of her. I wanted to rock her world, if only she'd let me.
I stayed focused on my one-man mission while the sound of slurping kisses surrounded me. I heard the door open and I knew instantly that it was Rosalie because my dick went hard the minute her spicy, sexy scent filled the room. I'd know it anywhere; hell, I'd probably be able to recall her smell on my death bed a million years from now. I cursed and kept my eyes glued to the huge flat screen TV.
"Hey, you horny motherfuckers," Rosalie sneered as she plopped down on the couch next to me. Too close, too close!
I shifted away imperceptibly, my eyesight never straying to take in the sight of Rosalie in her sexy-as-fuck school uniform. She had to know how hot she looked in it, and I knew she wore it around me just to drive me fucking insane.
"Don't you have anything else to wear? You know, like an entire closet of designer clothes?" I muttered to her under my breath.
She turned to me with fire in her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, Emmett. A little cranky today, are you?" she cooed with false sincerity.
I grumbled and she reached out to comb her fingers through my hair. I hissed internally and tried to keep my johnson from popping the zipper on my jeans. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and I hated how much I loved it. I turned and gave her a big smile, knowing the minute I called her on it, she would back off. "So, does this mean you want me to show you how a real man does it?" I said with a lascivious waggle of my eyebrows.
She pulled back and looked at me with a look of consideration on her face. "Emmett, have I ever given you a reason to believe you'd be welcome in my panties?" she asked with a steely glint in her eye.
I snorted in response and turned back to my game, satisfied that she would stop her cock teasing ways and leave me alone... maybe with blue balls, but at least I wouldn't make a mess in my pants. This girl was too fucking good, and of course she used it to her advantage around me.
I pretended to ignore her while I finished my game. By then, Edward and Bella had already disappeared into the bedroom and Alice and Jasper were in the kitchen making sandwiches. I guess there really wasn't anything more satisfying than a post-coital sandwich.
Rosalie was busy thumbing through a magazine beside me. I heard her flipping the pages with barely suppressed anger and she was muttering to herself the whole time. I wondered what she was so worked up about. "On the rag, Rose?" I joked.
She rolled up the magazine and smacked me on the head with it. "You know, for such a hot fucking guy, you sure are an idiot when it comes to women," she sneered.
I rolled my eyes. "Women are easy; I just don't have any luck with the Devil," I quipped without looking at her.
She hissed. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
I saved my score and put the controller down, ready to face her. I shifted until I was looking at her and found her blue eyes electrified with annoyance. "For someone so eager to lose their virginity, you're awfully frigid," I replied.
She scoffed. "Well, excuse me for having standards!" She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed at me with a frown on her face.
"Hey, now, all I'm saying is, I'm a perfectly healthy male. Why not take me for a test drive?" I offered with a silly smile.
That considering look was back in her eye. "Give me one good reason why I should let you be my first," she finally replied, "and maybe I'll consider it."
I laughed. "Jeez, what, do you want references or something?" I joked. She rolled her eyes and looked away from me. "Fine, fine, okay..." I did some quick thinking. What could make Rosalie see that I could give her what she needed?
Of course! Fucking duh. "Okay, I'll make you a deal," I offered.
She looked intrigued. "What's the deal?"
"You let me take you out every day for a week, and each day, I'll please you however you want. At the end of the week, you can decide if I'm worth it or not," I explained and then held my breath in anticipation for her reaction.
Her eyes narrowed. "So, what you're saying is, you'll be my own personal sex slave for a week without actually having sex?" she asked incredulously.
I nodded. She considered. "So you'll be, like, my bitch?" she looked excited at the prospect.
I laughed loudly. "Oh, no, no, no. You'll find out soon enough that I'm no one's bitch," I replied, completely amused.
She looked a bit crestfallen. "What's the catch?" she asked with a suspicious expression.
I shook my head. "There is none. All you need to do is tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen," I clarified with a grin.
Was I really going to go through with this? Hell yes, I was. No question about it.
Rosalie reached her hand out for mine and we shook on it. "Deal," she said.
"Deal," I echoed.
RPOV
What the hell had I gotten myself into? I was insane to agree to this deal, but heck, it was intriguing. Seven days of groping, even potentially horrid groping, would be better than the self-enforced celibacy I'd been living with.
I fluffed out my hair and straightened the white tank top I was wearing over my short jean skirt. Beneath the skirt was my favorite white satin thong from one of the many shopping trips Step Slut (my wicked step mother) took me on whenever Jasper and I went home for a visit with my workaholic father. My arms and legs were toned and tanned, and my makeup was perfect; I looked damn hot, and I knew it.
Emmett, eat your heart out. I grinned as I picked up the sheet of paper on which I'd outlined each of my "must haves" for Emmett to read when he got here to pick me up for our first date. Maybe it was a little insane of me to make a list, but hey, he'd said he wanted to fulfill my fantasies.
There was a knock on the door and I took my time getting there to answer it. Emmett was standing there patiently with a sexy grin on his face. "Come in," I said with a sweeping gesture of my arm. He followed me into the kitchen area where I handed him my list and offered him something to drink. "We have water and Coke," I said.
I looked over at him reading the list with a smirk. He tossed it to the side without comment and lifted me up onto the counter. He spread my legs slightly and stood between them before taking a fistful of my hair and pulling my mouth to his. To say that I was surprised would be an understatement, but I quickly realized that he was an incredible kisser. I felt his yummy mouth on mine and it was so fucking good that I never wanted him to stop. His free hand idly stroked patterns on my left knee, exposed by my skirt. I groaned into his mouth and felt his tongue wrap around mine.
Who knew Mr. Jokes was such a superb kisser? I, for one, was completely caught off-guard by this fact. Maybe this week wouldn't be a total waste of time, after all. I moaned into his mouth and tasted his hot, cinnamony breath when he pulled away for air.
"Mmmm," was all I said with my eyes closed in bliss. Emmett could kiss sin into a saint, for sure.
"Item number five on your list, I believe," he teased with that sexy grin. I huffed and pushed him away so I could hop down from the counter. I started to wonder if this was such a good idea, after all.
Well, either it was going to go very well or very badly, but I wasn't really thinking too much right this moment.
"Okay, then, where are we going?" I asked while I combed my fingers through my hair to remove the knots from his hand.
"You'll see," he said with a grin. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door while he stuffed my list into his pocket. "So I can check things off," he explained with a wink.
I shook my head and followed him willingly. I just wanted more of those delicious cinnamon-and-Emmett flavored kisses.
His huge dick-mobile of a truck was parked in visitor parking. He had to give me a boost into the passenger seat, which involved his hands on my hips and his face at the level of my ass. Sweet.
He climbed in and looked over at me as he started the ridiculously loud diesel engine. "Let the 'Rosalie Hale Pleasure Tour' commence!" he announced with great enthusiasm.
We drove to the movie theater, which surprised me. I was slightly disappointed in his lack of creativity for our first date. I was even willing to bet he was going to take me to some shoot 'em up action movie with a lame soundtrack and bimbos in bikinis, but I was even more disappointed when he asked for tickets to the stupidest movie ever released. I turned to look at him with shock, but he just grinned at me like he had a secret.
I headed for the concessions stand, but he grabbed my hand. "We won't be needing any of that," he told me with a lascivious wink. What the shit was this? I shrugged and followed him into the theater our movie was playing in. It was completely deserted, naturally.
I shot him a significant look. "Did ya notice that nobody else wanted to see this shit flick?" I asked with an eye roll for effect.
He chuckled and pulled me down into a seat in the very back row. "Which is exactly why I chose it. You don't want a bunch of people watching you make out like a horny fourteen year old, do you?"
So, that was his plan. The lights dimmed and the movie started, and Emmett pushed the armrest up and reached for me. I went willingly, eager to get more of his delicious kisses. I was straddling his lap without a care in the world, right in the middle of a freaking movie theater. The thrill of doing something I knew I shouldn't be made it all the more exciting.
I gripped his broad shoulders and dove in with gusto. Emmett was emitting hilariously adorable "yummy" noises, and I kind of loved it. I thought he would try and go further with me, but he kept his hands firmly on my hips for the entire movie and his lips stayed above my chest at all times.
When the lights came back up after the credits rolled, Emmett looked at me and laughed. I huffed and tried to fix my hair and climb off his lap with some dignity, but he pulled me back and gave me a huge resounding kiss on my cheek. "What was that for?" I grumped.
"Your hair is all fucked up and you're blushing, and you have whisker burn on your chin. I'm sorry about that, but I can't say I regret it. This was too awesome," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. I noted the huge erection straining against his pants when he stood up. I was more than willing to explore it, but the movie was over now and I didn't actually want to get caught messing around in a theater.
"So, what's next?" I asked him.
He took my hand and I pushed away the discomfort I felt at his display of affection; I wasn't a PDA kind of girl, but I also didn't want to be rude and pull away. He swung our joined hands while we walked back out into the sunshine. "Hmm, I was thinking we could go to the zoo," he replied.
I stopped and looked at him like he was crazy. "Why would we do that?" I asked him with a disgusted look on my face.
He turned and looked at me. "We don't have to, I just thought maybe you'd have fun looking at the animals," he clarified.
I pulled a face. "Ugh. Zoos are horrible, you know? The animals always look so sad and lonely. It makes me feel really sorry for them."
"Huh, I guess I never really thought of it that way. I guess you're right. Okay, well how about we go get something to eat?" he offered with his smile returning.
"Sure," I said. "Where to?"
He kissed the back of my hand, and now I really had to pull away before I got all freaked out, so I faked like I needed to get something from my purse. He let go of my hand willingly, and I applied some lip gloss while he thought about the food situation. "Hmm... what are you in the mood for?" he asked.
I looked him up and down. "I'm thinking I could go for some...tongue," I replied in my best fuck-me tone.
Emmett's eyebrows raised up high and he stuck his hands deep in his front pockets, probably to hide the massive package he was apparently slinging around. "Um, how about we take a break from the heavy petting so my willpower can regenerate before the next round?" he asked with a self-deprecating smile.
"Fair enough," I said with a reluctant sigh.
I didn't have to be a genius to figure out he obviously wasn't going to get in my pants tonight.
EmPOV
Three fucking days of hanging out with Rosalie was beginning to wear on me. I had to jack off at least twice a day just to control myself around her and her fucking hot ass panties. God. Her hair, her legs, her skin...it was like I was in heaven and hell at the same time, all because I'd sworn to myself that I wouldn't have sex with her until she was absolutely ready.
Not that she knew that, but I think she was beginning to get the gist of the situation. I'd made it my own personal mission to focus completely on her pleasure while ignoring my own, and thus far, it had worked.
For our second date, I took her on a picnic. I knew from a surprisingly revealing conversation with Alice that the guys Rosalie usually dated only took her to expensive restaurants or to other snooty places that didn't leave an impression on her anymore. The picnic was an idea heartily approved by Alice, so I went with it.
I packed her favorite foods, again with the help of Alice, and borrowed (well, stole) a spare blanket from Jasper. He wasn't very excited about me dating his sister, but so far he'd kept his mouth shut on the subject. I could only hope he'd stay mute, but I knew my luck probably wouldn't hold on that front.
I laid out the blanket for us and watched her pick through the basket. Her reaction was completely priceless, but it also made me kind of sad to see her so pleased over such a simple thing as some of her favorite foods. "You packed all this for me?" she asked with those big blue eyes shining. I nodded. "How did you know?"
I waved my hand to indicate the food. "I had a little insider tip," I replied honestly.
She laughed. "Only Alice would make you pack fried chicken, teriyaki chicken, and barbecue chicken in one meal," she said with a shake of her head.
I grabbed one of the containers from her. "Actually, the fried chicken is for me," I joked with a wink. She waved it off and opened up the teriyaki chicken, ready to dig in.
"So...why does a girl like you have a taste for such normal food?" I asked with curiosity.
Rosalie chewed her food and swallowed before answering. "My father and Step Slut hate that I like this kind of food. They say it's horrible and unhealthy, but I don't see anyone calling fillet mignon unhealthy in our house," she answered with a snort.
"Ah, the ol' double standards of the rich and elite," I said with a gusty sigh. I was all too familiar with that attitude, courtesy of my rich-bitch grandparents.
"So, what's your story?" she asked me as she shoveled more food into her mouth. I liked this side of her; it was so unpretentious and well, genuine. I didn't really think she had it in her, but I had hoped. After all, I didn't want to be in love with a completely emotionally frigid woman.
I sighed as I thought about my lovely mother. "Let's see...I was born at a very young age," I began seriously.
Rosalie slapped me playfully and snorted as she laughed. That one surprised me, but I thought it was cute, so I didn't tease her. "Okay, okay, seriously...ever since I was born, it's just been me and my mom. I guess my father didn't want anything to do with me, but my mom more than made up for his absence in my life. She's a great lady, and I'm madly in love with her," I said sincerely. I was revealing more to Rosalie than I had to anyone in a very long, long time.
She looked shocked. "What'd she do when your father left?" she asked with sad eyes.
I leaned back on the blanket and stared at the sky. "She got a job, but the woman who was supposed to watch me while she was at work neglected the children she was caring for. One day when she picked me up, I had a really bad sunburn and I was in the same diaper my mom had dropped me off with. She said I was crying like I hadn't been fed all day, and most of the other kids looked equally unhappy. She didn't know who to trust after that, so she swallowed her pride and went crawling to my grandparents to ask for help. They'd originally disowned her when they found out she was going to give birth to a little bastard, so it was really hard for her to do it, but she did."
Rose's eyes were full of worry when she asked, "So what happened?"
"They took us in, but I don't think they ever really forgave my mom for embarrassing them in front of all their society friends," I explained. "They were always pretty nice to me, though, and they paid for me to go to Masen, so I guess I can't complain."
She set down her plate of food and crawled over to me on the blanket. She lay down next to me and I pulled her hand into mine. I could tell she was uncomfortable with casual touches, but I was determined to change that, so I kept at it. "So what about you?" I asked her.
Her head turned and she looked up at the clouds with me. "There's not much to tell, really. My dad's the typical workaholic ass with the token trophy wife, whom I lovingly refer to as 'Step Slut' because she's always fucking around on him," she told me.
I turned on my side and faced her with an arm propping my head up. "What happened to your mom?" I asked.
"Eh, she's in St. Bart's right now, probably diddling a little pool boy the same age as me and Jasper," she replied dismissively.
I frowned. "So who raised you?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Jasper and I pretty much raised ourselves, I guess. He plays the older brother bit really well, but we both just try to watch out for each other. He's just lucky he gets to escape all those bullshit 'mother-daughter' bonding days that Step Slut takes me on whenever we go home for a visit," she said sarcastically.
"What are those like?" I asked.
She turned and faced me in the same manner. "Well, like one time when I was a junior, we went home for Thanksgiving. My father was away on a business trip, so my step mom thought it would be fun to have one of those parties where a bunch of women get together to learn how to do stupid shit like give blow jobs. She forced me to attend and she thought it would be even more hilarious if I was totally toasted on champagne," she told me with a sneer.
I was shocked. What kind of behavior was that for a mother of any kind? I shook my head. "So what happened?" I asked, curious and scandalized at the same time.
"Nothing, really. I just got really trashed and ended up blowing the 'instructor.' We never told my dad about it, because she threatened to say that I'd acted of my own accord," she said quietly without looking at me.
I pushed her chin up with my finger. "Wow. That's really shitty," I said with empathy. "Some people just suck." My stomach churned with sadness over the neglect she'd suffered, but I knew she wouldn't want my pity.
She snorted again. "Yeah, that's what he said," she joked. We both laughed and felt the heavy moment pass.
Rosalie's body was so close to mine, I wasn't able to completely ignore it any longer. I wanted to touch her the way I'd been dreaming about, but I didn't think I should. She'd just told me a horrible story about one of her sexual experiences, and that began to explain why she was so reluctant to give or receive physical affection.
I decided to take a step back from my plan for today and reconsider my course of action. I wanted to make sure she was really ready for me to touch her before I went all out with it, so I would just have to settle with baby steps.
I suddenly didn't think a week would be nearly enough time to get to the point she and I had agreed upon.
RPOV
This fuckin' guy here. He couldn't fool me, oh no. I knew he wanted me; as a matter of fact, I could feel how much he wanted me pressing against my leg while we were busy making out on the couch in front of the TV.
And yet, he was keeping his dick under lock and key like it was a Weapon of Mass Destruction or something. No matter how many times I'd tried to get my hands on it, he always pulled away and shook his head, claiming this was the "Rosalie Hale Pleasure Tour", not the "Emmett McCarty Pleasure Tour." I told him we should change the fucking name to Love Connection and get on with it, but he just laughed me off and told me to be patient.
I wanted to know what the big hold up was, but he was keeping tight-lipped about it. I'd yet to pry any real thoughts from his head after the day of the picnic, but I knew he was up to something.
I wished that he was planning the fuckfest of the century, but I figured he was probably too busy denying my hands access to his zipper to even think about fucking me.
I huffed and rolled off the couch in irritation when I was cockblocked by the entrance of my ever-present roommates coming home from a night class they were taking. Frankly, I didn't see why Alice and Bella were even bothering with Italian just because we were just going on a short little shopping trip during the summer break. It seemed like an excessive amount of work for them to put themselves through when they were already so busy boning their boyfriends.
"Oh hey, Emmett," Bella greeted with a welcoming smile. She was apparently thrilled that I'd finally given in to the seductive powers that were Emmett McCarty.
"Heya, Bells," he replied in his friendly way. "How's Edward? I haven't seen him around lately," he teased. Bella blushed and ran into her room, obviously not willing to talk about it. Emmett just laughed and turned to Alice. "So, Alice, where's the Love Stud?"
She waggled her eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sorry, were we interrupting you two? Well, I'll just leave you guys alone so you can get back to whatever it was you were doing."
EmPOV
Rosalie's face was red, but I doubted very much that it was from embarrassment. I waited until Alice locked herself in her room before I reached out and pulled Rose down on top of me on the couch. "See? We're all alone again. No need to thank me. Now, where were we?" I asked as I bent my head to dive back into our hardcore make out session.
She pulled back. "Emmett, we need to talk."
I groaned. "Couldn't you find anything less cliché to say?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Come on. I wanna know why you won't have sex with me," she asked.
I sighed. "It's just not something I want to rush into," I told her honestly.
Her brow furrowed and I smoothed my index finger over it. "Are you sure you even want to have sex with me?" she asked.
I was totally floored. What. The. Eff? Rosalie Hale could not possibly be insecure. She was a bombshell, and she knew it. She may have been a virgin, but her body screamed "fuck me" in every possible way. I was pretty sure my jaw was on the floor at this point. "You're kidding, right?" I asked her incredulously.
She looked away and brushed some angry tears off her face. I felt like shit now. "Well, what am I supposed to think? Every time I try to touch you, you push me away. I want to know why."
I bent down and kissed her lips softly. "Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I want you to touch me. I just don't want to lose control of myself and do something I'll regret, like pushing you too far too soon," I told her. To illustrate my point, I arched my hips up into her so she could feel the bulge in my pants against her.
She sniffled and moaned at the same time. "I just can't fucking help it, Emmett. I've never been so fucking horny in my life, and you won't fix it even though you're the goddamn reason for it!" she grumbled at me.
I laughed and kissed her full on the mouth. "Just be patient a little while longer, okay?" I pleaded with her. Until she was ready to let me shower her with affection, I wasn't going to take things any further. "This isn't just about sex for me, and I don't ever want to give you a reason to think it is." She looked reluctant to drop the subject, so I decided to let up a bit. "Okay, okay. We can take it a bit further, but I can't promise you I won't stop there," I conceded.
Rosalie's eyes lit up and she pulled me down by the hair. I grunted but I secretly loved it when she got rough with me. I swooped down and kissed her with wild abandon while I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom so we could have some more privacy.
I plopped her down on the bed and crawled up over her with a devilish grin. She looked back at me with impatient anticipation. I let my hands roam up under her shirt, where they'd hardly ventured before. I pulled it off and she tore her bra off with one hand, which I considered an impressive feat.
I tweaked her nipples carefully, learning what she liked. Her moans were encouraging, so I continued down that path with my hands and my mouth. The mewls she was making in her throat made me hard enough to hammer nails, but I'd gotten pretty good at ignoring my own discomfort in the interest of being with Rosalie like this.
I worked my way up and kissed her on the mouth while she wrapped her legs around me. I pressed into her and felt her moan against my lips. I wanted nothing more than to rip all of our clothes off and bury myself so deep in her she would be able to feel me against her tonsils.
But I didn't, because I refused to stick my dick in her until she willingly stuck her hand in mine and let me show the world just how much I loved her. Unless she was ready for that, I wasn't going to risk doing something she might come to regret.
When her hands approached my zipper this time, I still pushed them away, but I shoved them up my shirt instead. Her hands roamed over my abs and chest, and it felt amazing. I pulled my shirt off and I saw her eyes widen. "Wow," she said.
I grinned. "You're prettier," I replied as I lay back down on top of her.
Now that she'd gotten an eyeful, she apparently wanted more. Her hands never left my torso as we continued to make out. She tasted like grape soda and I found it adorable because it was such a sweet thing for her to taste like. On the outside, Rosalie looked like a champagne and caviar girl... not grape soda and chunky chocolate chip ice cream.
It was just one more thing I loved about her.
When things started to heat up too much, I sat up and gave her a goofy grin. She looked put out by my stopping, but I was ready to deflect her ire.
"Why are you stopping? What's wrong?" she asked, obviously miffed. She arched up into me and ran her hand down her breasts while giving me the sexiest fucking look I'd ever seen in my life.
Internally, I groaned and tried to remember my purpose. I gave an exaggerated groan and smacked my forehead. "Babe, I just remembered I have a test in chemistry tomorrow. I need to go steal Jasper's notes and memorize them," I lied.
I hoped she didn't know me well enough yet to spot my tells when I was lying.
Her eyes narrowed on mine for a moment, but a wicked grin followed. "How about you stay here and I'll teach you all about chemistry?" she suggested with a seductive lick of her lips. I nearly passed out, the blood flowed to my dick so quickly.
I had to think fast, or I was gonna end up boning this girl here and now. I took a deep breath and it helped, but not as much as gently extracting myself from her to sit up. She looked mad, but I kissed the tip of her nose and shot her another dippy grin. "As much as I'd love that, I don't wanna be up all night before this test. If I don't pass it, my mom will kill me."
There, use the mom. The Mom was an undeniable force that pretty much every teenager could sympathize with.
I should have known that Rosalie wasn't like most teenagers. She rolled her eyes and faked a yawn. "Whatever. I don't know why you're acting like a scared little virgin all of a sudden, but I'm gonna go to bed," she said dismissively without looking me in the eye.
Her remark stung, but I knew she was just mad because I wasn't going to give in to her like she was used to. Instead of staying and arguing, I just brushed a kiss on her neck and murmured a goodbye before I walked out.
Progress with Rosalie could never seem to satisfy her, because she always wanted more. I was beginning to wonder if I could ever fill that gaping hole of need that seemed to be always present in her.
After getting back to my dorm room, I called my mom for a long overdue chat. I hoped she could help me with this, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up.
"Hey, baby! I miss you so much!" she greeted when she picked up.
"Hey, Ma. I miss you, too. How's everything there?" I asked.
She sighed and I heard some shuffling in the background as she got settled. I knew my mom well enough to know she was probably laying aside the latest romance novel. "Things are good. Your grandma keeps trying to set me up, but I keep telling her I'll find my own Prince Charming, thank you very much."
I smiled into the phone. "Ma, I thought I was your Prince Charming!" I teased.
She giggled like a schoolgirl. One of the many things I loved about my mom was that she never seemed to grow into a bitter old person like so many of my friends' parents. It was refreshing to feel like she was one of my best friends.
Maybe that made me seem like a pathetic Mama's boy, but I really didn't give a shit what anybody thought. My mom was the best person in my life; she'd always been there for me, and she'd done everything she could to give me a life full of love and support and I would never, ever turn my back on her.
"Oh, Em, honey, you know I love you. How's school?" she asked happily.
I sighed. "School's fine. I actually called because I need some advice."
"Oh really? What's her name?" she asked, sounding interested now.
"Rosalie. She's my friend Jasper's sister, and I've had a thing for her for quite some time now. She comes off like this tough broad, but she's such a softie underneath it all. We've been hanging out lately, and I think..." I trailed off, not sure how to finish that. I felt like a corndog saying I was in love with her, but I was pretty sure that's exactly what I was.
"...that you're in love with her?" my mom finished for me, sounding pleased.
I groaned. "Yeah."
She huffed. "So, what's the problem? Surely she feels the same about you! I can't imagine any girl you set your sights on not falling head over heels for you!"
I laughed. "You have to say that because you're my mom."
She laughed with me. "True, but I mean it anyway. You're a good catch, Emmett McCarty."
I was silent for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject I needed advice on. My mother always seemed to have a sixth sense about things, though, so I wasn't surprised when she hit the nail on the head. "Are you worried about sex?"
I choked. "Mom!" How uncomfortable. Seriously.
She laughed. "Oh, Em, don't be such a prude. I may be a mother, but I know all about sex. Recall I brought you into this world, and I can assure you it wasn't an immaculate conception."
Gross. "That's disgusting. Shut your mouth."
She laughed uproariously and I let go of my discomfort. "Okay, fine. She wants to have sex, but I have a feeling that it would just hurt things between us because she hasn't had the best experiences in the past..."
She hummed and considered this for a moment. "I think you should listen to your instincts, baby. Us girls aren't always the brightest when it comes to sex. Sometimes we think it's the only way to keep a guy we like interested in us, and sometimes we believe it'll solve something for us. Either way, it's never really a good idea."
I groaned. "How the heck am I supposed to know when she's ready?"
She sighed. "I think you'll know. It'll just feel right. She'll do it for the right reasons, as should you. Just make sure you're honest and open with her."
This gave me some food for thought. I spoke with her a little while longer and then hung up to do some homework. I still wasn't sure what I should do about Rosalie and the sex thing, but I hoped that sleeping on it would clear things up for me a bit.
RPOV
"Why don't you pick me up and we can go for a drive?" I suggested when Emmett called me after school.
"Sure, I'll see you in about an hour," he replied.
Emmett didn't know it yet, but I was sick of his shrinking violet ways. I didn't know what his fucking problem was, but I knew he wanted me. I just couldn't figure out why he was so busy denying us of what we both wanted.
I was going to get to the bottom of it tonight, but first...he was going down.
Tonight, Rosalie Hale wasn't taking no for an answer.
EmPOV
I was so screwed.
When I helped Rosalie climb into my truck, I nearly choked on my own tongue. She was wearing a dress so indecent I was amazed that it was even legal. It was strapless, blood-red, skin-tight, and about two inches away from showing the entire world the Virgin Islands, if you catch my drift.
As I lifted her into the passenger seat, she arched her back and I watched the world stop as the hem rode up to display the black thong she was wearing.
I was certain I was gonna die before this night was over.
Once she was settled, I walked stiffly around to climb up into the drivers' seat. She looked at me as if butter wouldn't melt, but I was onto her game already. "Thanks for picking me up, Emmett," she purred with a devious smile on her face.
I gulped and nodded as I started up my truck and headed out to the freeway. "How was your day?" I asked, trying to distract her.
She rolled her eyes and scooted closer to me on the bench seat. I tried desperately to keep my eyes on the road and off the extremely short hem of her dress as she turned to rub her breasts against my arm that was outstretched to handle the gear shift. "School was boring. I couldn't stop thinking about you all day," she replied. "Do you know how sexy I think it is when guys handle a stick shift?"
I shook my head and gulped. She began kissing and nipping on my neck and I could feel her nipples hardening against my bicep. Oh god. "Really?" I choked out.
She laughed in a ridiculously sexy way. "Emmett, why don't you pull over before we crash?" she suggested.
That was probably a good idea. I took the next exit and found side road to pull off and park on. As soon as the truck was in park, she was on my lap attacking me. I sat there stunned and horny as fuck, just letting her do whatever she wanted.
Her hands were tugging on my hair and her tongue was aggressive against mine. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and my hands were clenched on her upper thighs in desperation for her to either stop or keep going.
I threw myself into her movements and lost myself for awhile. When she climbed off my lap and reached for my zipper, my brain shut down and my dick stood up. The logical side was defeated by the eighteen year old boy with the blue balls in a Battle Royale.
I tried one weak attempt at stopping her, but it was meek at best. "What are you doing?" I moaned as she wrapped her hand around my erection.
"Putting my education to good use," she purred back.
Without a second thought, she began licking and kissing my dick. I could have cried like a little bitch, it felt so good. She held the base firmly as she teased the tip with her lips and tongue while her other hand massaged my balls.
I was in fucking Rosalie Hale blow job heaven. "Ahhhh oh my god," I groaned as her mouth engulfed me.
"I want you to enjoy this, Emmett, cuz I sure as fuck am," she said boldly.
I felt my brain ooze out of my ears as she began to bob up and down. Her mouth felt like wet velvet, and her tongue exerted just the right amount of pressure on my cock. I was drooling and moaning, dying to touch her. I inched my right hand over her hair, stroking it gently as I continued down her back. She was crouched over me and I could just reach the hem of her dress, so I slid my hand down and began rubbing my fingertips over the backside of her upper thighs. She moaned on my dick and wriggled her hips, so I took that as an invitation to continue.
She pressed her tits into my thigh and that enabled me to reach between her thighs so I could rub my fingers over her soaking wet thong. Fuck she was hot. I moaned and gripped the steering wheel until I heard a cracking sound. I didn't want this to end, but her mouth was so fucking amazing and she was so ridiculously sexy that I feared I'd come any second now.
I pressed my fingertips into the wet fabric of her panties and found her swollen nub with my middle finger. I began rubbing tiny little circles over it and she moaned on me again. The vibrations brought me even closer, but I clenched my jaw and held out. My hand rubbed insistently over her and pressed just inside her entrance through the scrap of satin. She pushed back into my hand and whimpered with pleasure. I felt her get even wetter and that brought me to the brink. "Baby, I'm gonna come..." I warned in a tight voice.
"Come in my mouth," she demanded before descending all the way to the base so the tip of my cock hit her throat. She swallowed around me and began humming, and my fingers sped up on her clit. I felt the pressure in my balls building when she reached down and began massaging them again.
That did it.
I reached out with both hands and gripped her hair, fucking her mouth as I came hard. She went with the motions of my hips and swallowed every last drop without choking. I sighed her name and released her hair, stroking it carefully.
"Holy shit," I moaned as my head flopped back onto the head rest. Rosalie sat up and smiled at me with a satisfied smirk on her swollen lips.
"Was it good for you, baby?" she quipped as she tried to climb back over to her side of the truck.
I grabbed her hips and dragged her back over to me so I could lay a big fat kiss on her. I dropped my forehead down onto hers and whispered, "That was fucking amazing."
She giggled and I leaned over her, bringing her legs up over my shoulders. "I think a little reciprocation is in order here," I said with a lazy wink.
Her eyes brightened as she let her head drop back onto the seat. I inched down her body and tried to maneuver my big body around the steering wheel so I could get into a good position to give this fellatio goddess her dues.
I had my head between her thighs and I could smell her intoxicating scent; it made my mouth water. I stroked idly up her inner thighs and kept my eyes on her face as I inched my way to the center where her soaking wet thong was waiting for me. I pushed the fabric aside with anticipatory glee and eyed the prize in front of me.
Rosalie was shaved or waxed bare, and I could see her perfect pussy in all its glistening glory. I reached my tongue out to begin stroking her lips, gathering her juices as I went. Her flavor was slightly salty and sweet, and she smelled like sugar. I licked my lips and hummed as I dove in with fervor. "You taste better than any candy I've ever had," I murmured with a hint of humor.
She whined high in her throat and clenched her eyes shut as I descended back to the best place on earth. I allowed my tongue to dip and wander, worshiping her deliciousness. She moved her hips in tight little circles and I had to press down on them with my hands so I could settle into a rhythm with my tongue.
It was time to get down to business.
My tongue flicked over and inside her again and again, bringing her to a tense point. When I felt she was ready, I began licking tiny circles around her clit. She whimpered and tried to arch against my hands, but I pushed her back down and tsk'd her before going back to what I was doing.
Her thighs clenched around my ears and I grinned like a mad man as I began eating her in earnest. Her whimpers and moans were escalating, and I could feel fine tremors beginning as I inserted two fingers inside her. She was tight, but she was so wet that I knew I wasn't hurting her. "Are you ready to come for me, baby?" I asked huskily.
Rosalie moaned and gripped my hair roughly. "Fuck, yes!" she yelled.
I was only too ready to oblige. I gave her more and more while I jackknifed my fingers in and out, creating a steady rhythm I knew would bring her to the edge. "Come on, baby. Come for me," I demanded.
She let herself go and I saw the ecstasy hit her entire body as she floated along the wave of her orgasm. I kept up my ministrations until she came down from her high and smiled at me with amazement.
When she sat up and adjusted herself a little, I licked my lips and grinned. "So, baby, was that good for you?" I joked with a wink.
She looked at me seriously and said, "Emmett, you are a fucking genius."
I threw my head back and laughed uproariously. She was too funny. "Why, thank you."
I looked at the clock and noticed the time. We only had a couple hours before curfew, and I needed to get her back before she got in trouble with her dorm. "I guess we'd better head back. Are you hungry?" I asked.
She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I could eat," she said with a naughty grin.
I smirked and started the truck.
RPOV
After Emmett dropped me off, I got ready for bed and fell asleep immediately. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I was determined to get Emmett to stay the night.
I'd had success tonight, so I felt pretty sure that I would have even more success tomorrow...especially when he saw me in even less than he had tonight.
EmPOV
After dropping Rosalie off, I drove back to my dorm and tried to figure out what the hell was going on inside my mind. My heart was totally gone on this girl, and so was my body, but my mind still had some misgivings.
She'd managed to override all of my self-control tonight, and while a major part of me was walking on fucking sunshine, I knew that it didn't solve any of the initial problems I'd seen in a relationship between us.
I was the kind of guy who wanted to touch my girl and show her how much I cared, even in public. Rosalie wasn't letting me be that guy, and it hurt. I wanted to show the world how much I loved this girl, but she always kept everything on a sexual level.
I knew she had to be warming up to me, because her attitude had completely changed since we'd made that little week-long agreement. She seemed happy and relaxed, and I knew that I'd done that to her.
However, she was still afraid of commitment and she resisted everything I tried to do to make her mine in more than just a physical sense.
I needed her to love me the way I loved her; otherwise, I would just end up getting my heart stomped on and I didn't want that at all.
After awhile, I fell into an uneasy sleep. Maybe tomorrow, I could man up and talk to her about this.
RPOV
Tonight would be the night...I was sure of it.
After last night's festivities, I knew that it would be fairly simple to convince Emmett to take the next step in our relationship. I was confident that all it would take to tip the scales in my favor would be the lingerie I was currently helping myself into right now.
If Emmett could resist this lacy black babydoll, he would have to be dead below the waist. Since I knew that wasn't the case, I figured we were ready to rock n roll.
I heard the beep from my phone indicating I had a text message, so I opened it up to see that it was from Emmett letting me know he was sneaking into the building. I smiled excitedly and rushed around my room, straightening it up in preparation for tonight.
When I heard the soft knock on my door, I rushed to open it. Bella and Alice were staying with the guys this weekend at some hotel, so I was all alone.
Emmett stood at the door looking exhausted and wary. When he saw me, his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. I stepped back in hurt and confusion, wondering why he looked so grim. "Come in," I said.
He came inside and shoved his hands inside his pockets. I could see the bulge in his pants, so I knew I had to look good, but he was keeping a distance from me. "What's wrong?" I asked with a frown.
Emmett groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm exhausted; I didn't sleep very well last night. I need to talk to you, but I'm so fucking tired and I don't know if I can say everything I need to say."
I felt a stab of pain in my chest. "Why don't you just tell me what's on your mind?" I said coldly. I felt the anger beginning to cover the pain. "Are you breaking up with me?" I demanded.
He looked shocked. "No! No! I'm just...I...fuck!" he exclaimed angrily.
I stepped back from him and dropped onto the couch. "Then what the hell is your problem?"
He came and sat next to me, but he kept to the other end of the couch. "Okay, I'm not sure how to say this, so I'll just do my best. I really like you, Rosie, and I like being with you. I'm attracted as fuck to you, but I don't think you...we're...ready to have sex," he explained in a rough voice.
I sat back, stunned. "What do you mean, you don't think I'm ready to have sex?" I asked angrily. How dare he assume he knew what was best for me?
He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. "When I try to touch you in any way other than sexually, you get all freaked out. Whenever we're in public, it's like we're friends and nothing more. I'm trying to make you my girlfriend, but I can't do that if you won't let me care about you!"
I swallowed in an attempt to quell the queasiness in my stomach. "I am ready to have sex with you, Emmett. I'm ready right now, or else I wouldn't be sitting here in this stupid nightie with a box of condoms sitting on my nightstand!"
He looked so forlorn that I felt my heart thump painfully. "I'm so tired, baby. Can we please just drop this until morning? I want to stay here with you, but if you want me to go, I'll understand," he pleaded with me.
I felt some of my anger dissipate. He did look tired. I sighed and bit my tongue. "No, it's okay. I want you to say here, too."
He looked grateful as he stood up and we headed to my bedroom. I helped him out of his coat and he undressed down to his boxer briefs. I openly admired his sculpted body as he climbed under the sheets. He beckoned to me, and I crawled up next to him willingly.
I clicked the lamp off with one last regretful look at the unused box of Trojans sitting on my bedside table.
The next morning, I woke up before Emmett did. I raised my head a little to watch him sleep, and he looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake him. I snuggled into his side and waited for him to wake up, but then I noticed his morning wood tenting the blanket around his waist.
I stared at it and an idea began to form in my mind. If only I could convince Emmett I was ready to have sex, then we could get past this whole stupid issue. My virginity wasn't a big deal to me; I wanted to move on with my life.
I wanted Emmett.
With the new plan in mind, I crawled on top of him and began licking and nibbling his neck. He moaned in his sleep and I smiled devilishly. This would be easier than I thought.
I got down to his erection and gave it some preparatory licks and sucks. It began throbbing in anticipation, and I knew it was now or never. I opened the box of condoms and pulled one out to cover his straining cock. I straddled his lap and positioned him at my entrance, ready to make this happen. "Emmett," I called softly as I sank down on his rigid flesh. It hurt, I wasn't going to lie, but he was also very well-endowed. I didn't let myself falter, though. I pushed down until he was buried all the way inside of me. I began rocking my hips and hissed as the pain pulsed and faded inside me.
"Emmett," I called again, louder this time.
He began to stir and his eyes snapped open. His hands landed on my hips and he looked up at me in confusion. "Rosalie? What...?" he asked in a raspy voice.
I rocked my hips back and forth, letting him feel how wet I was. "I'm ready," I said breathlessly.
Emmett realized what was going on then, and I watched as his eyes widened in panic. "Fuck!" he shouted before grabbing my hips and arching into me. I realized then that he was coming, and I was pissed.
Hadn't I always told myself I was going to hold out for a man who was more than a Two Pump Chump? Hadn't I?
He collapsed and stared at the ceiling, looking like he didn't know what the fuck had just happened. I climbed off him and stood next to the bed with my hands on my hips. "What the fuck, Emmett?" I yelled angrily. His head snapped in my direction and I growled. "You were supposed to be some big stud! You really had me going, you know that? I can't fucking believe this!" I shouted as I stomped out of my bedroom on my way to the bathroom.
I heard him coming after me. "Wait a minute, Rosalie. You don't even understand!" he yelled after me, sounding frustrated.
I reached the bathroom door and swung around to face him. "Yeah, I do. I understand that you're all talk and no walk! I understand that you're no better than any of those other guys who are complete shit in bed! You're nothing more than a Minuteman, and I can't fucking believe I wasted my virginity on you! This was supposed to be awesome, Emmett. This was supposed to rock my socks, but all it did was make me feel like shit!"
His face was like a giant storm cloud, and I saw the anger flare as he listened to my tirade. "Hold the fucking phone, Rose. Don't fucking stand there and tell me how it was supposed to be, because I tried to do everything in my power to make it something special. It's not my fucking fault that you ignored me and went ahead to do what you wanted anyway. Don't you think I would have liked my first time to be awesome, too? Do you really think I'd want to just wake up inside you without knowing what the hell was happening?!" he yelled furiously.
I was shocked. "What?"
He looked breathtaking in his fury. "I said, that was my first time too. I wasn't just holding out so it'd be right for you, Rosalie; I was holding out for me too."
I felt like slime. I felt like a fucking rapist. I felt like I'd just fucked up something worth more than anything in my bullshit life.
What could I do? I had no idea. No idea at all, so I just screamed my frustration at myself and pulled my hair. I turned to stomp into the bathroom and I turned on the scalding hot water in the shower stall.
I heard Emmett come in behind me. "Don't you have anything to say?" he asked angrily.
I turned back to him and frowned. "I know you're disappointed, Emmett. I'm disappointed, too. I guess I just thought that you were experienced, because you've been so talented at everything up until this point." I couldn't look at him, so I stared at my ruby red toenails instead.
He let out a frustrated breath and said, "Yeah, well, you were good at everything, too, but you were still a virgin. Why can't it work both ways?"
I shrugged and turned back to the shower. "I'm sorry it wasn't better," I said quietly. I didn't know how to apologize for the rest of it; I'd always been too self-involved to really apologize for my behavior, and now when I needed to be good with my words, I was falling short.
I pulled off my nightgown and let it drop as I stepped into the shower. I couldn't look back to see if Emmett was still here, because I was too busy feeling my heart break little by little.
Then I felt him behind me, and I was shocked. His hands landed on my shoulders and he spun me around. His face was set in an angry mask, and I hardly recognized him. His chest was heaving and he had fire in his eyes. "I'll give you what you want, Rosalie, but this is it for me. After this, I'm over it. I can't keep hoping you'll love me the way I love you; it's fucking destroying me and I'm done."
I wasn't sure what he meant, but I figured it out pretty quickly when he backed me up against the tiled wall of the shower and wrapped my legs around his waist. He reached down with his fingers to test my readiness and I arched helplessly into his hand, desperate to be close to him. I understood that he meant this would be the last time he touched me, and I didn't care if it was in anger...I needed him, and I was finally beginning to see that.
I reached out to drag his head down to mine for a deep kiss. His tongue fought with mine as he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust inside. I hissed because I was sore, but his fingertips began rubbing on my clit, and that helped me relax and start feeling the pleasure he was giving me. He thrust inside me deeply, again and again. My back slid up and down the wall and the sound of our wet flesh smacking together was erotic enough to turn me on even more. His heavy shaft filled me completely, and I felt like I would never be happy again if he left me now.
His tongue battled with mine and his hips jackknifed into mine as he pounded me with deliberate strokes. I felt my orgasm building, and I began to whimper and moan his name. Emmett didn't look me in the eye or say anything; he just clenched his jaw and kept working my body until I felt myself fall apart around him.
When I was done, he pulled out and looked me straight in the eye. "There, now both of us have gotten off. Satisfied?" he asked cruelly.
I nodded dumbly but held back the tears pricking my eyes as I watched him grab a towel and walk out of the bathroom, and likely out of my life.
I stayed in the shower until I heard the front door slam. Only then did I allow myself to collapse down to the floor of the shower and give in to the first tears I'd cried since I was a little girl.
The emptiness consumed me as my tears mingled with the water cascading down over my head, scalding my skin and making me feel shame like I'd never felt before. I'd just used and abused the only man who'd ever been good to me aside from my brother, and I had no idea how to make it right.
I was a piece of shit.
EmPOV
I drove back to Masen with a pounding headache overwhelming me. I felt like the biggest asshole who ever lived, but I couldn't seem to stop the anger from building inside me as I tried to figure out how to get over the girl I'd loved for years.
She'd just used me as nothing more than a fucking stud, and I felt sick to my stomach when I thought about it.
After everything I'd tried to do right, it all came crashing down around my head. I wanted to shout at the world, but settled for pounding my fist against the steering wheel instead. The injustice washed over me in a furious wave, and I hoped that I would never have to feel this horrible again.
I thought I'd have more control over the situation, but in the end, she'd taken all of it away from me. I felt used. I felt sick. I felt empty.
When I got back to my dorm, I changed into my work out clothes and went to the gym to try to exorcise her from my heart and mind. There could never be another girl as amazing, as bright, and as sexually exciting for me as Rosalie...but I couldn't allow myself to mope around like a fucking pussy waiting for her to come around anymore. She was on her own now.
And so was I.
I sprinted three miles on the treadmill before switching over to the free weights. I had a spotter who tried to warn me against lifting so much, but I needed to challenge myself; I needed to feel like I was in control again.
After the weights, I went to the punching bag and tried to take out all of my anger and aggression on the heavy bag. I pounded it again and again until my knuckles were sore and raw inside the boxing gloves, but I couldn't make myself stop even then. Every time the memory of Rosalie hovering over me with my dick buried deep inside her surfaced, I felt a swell of anger and hurt pulsing in my heart and head.
I worked out for three hours before I saw Edward and Jasper walk in with concerned looks on their faces. I figured she'd told the girls what happened, because my friends wouldn't be here otherwise. I only hoped that she hadn't spilled the part about me being a virgin, because that would be more than I could handle right now.
Edward reached me first and pulled the punching bag out of the way of my angry fists. "Hey, man. You okay?" he asked in a low-pitched voice.
Jasper came up and stood with his hands in his pockets, looking grave. "You look like shit, bro," he said simply. I glared at him.
"I'm fine. I just needed to blow off some steam," I replied while I avoided eye contact with my two best friends.
"Wanna talk about it?" Edward asked. I shook my head and started to take the boxing gloves off, hissing as they scraped over my abused knuckles.
I heard Jasper hiss when he saw the bloody broken skin on the backs of my hands. I tossed the gloves on the ground and looked up at him defiantly. "I'm over it, dude," I declared as I turned to head for the showers.
Edward followed me and Jasper trailed behind, obviously reluctant to talk about this situation since it concerned his sister. "What'd they tell you?" I asked over my shoulder as I threw my sweaty clothes on the floor and grabbed a towel.
Edward spoke first. "Bella found Rosalie crying in the shower, I guess. She said the water was ice cold and Rosalie looked horrible."
I clenched my jaw and tried to block out the concern I felt. Instead, I allowed the anger to cleanse my soul. "This is her fault, not mine," I said without looking at them.
Jasper spoke then. "Bella called Alice after Rosalie told her what happened. She knows she was wrong, dude."
I climbed into the shower and let the steam block out the view of my friends. "What did she say happened?" I asked, only half-curious. Let them think what they wanted.
"She said she was stupid and fucked up everything between you two," Edward replied. I heard the confusion in his voice, so I hoped that meant she hadn't explained the whole situation.
Good.
"Like I said, I'm over it, bro. I just wanna move on," I replied coolly.
Jasper was silent, but Edward spoke up. "Whatever you wanna do, man. Should we go out tonight?"
I thought about it for a minute and decided it was probably a lot better than staying home and moping around like a little pussy bitch. "Yeah, you wanna?"
"Sure. I'll be right back," he said as he left, probably to go report back to the Mother Ship. I finished showering and stepped out to see Jasper looking pissy in the corner.
"What?" I asked, feeling some of the anger escape.
He glared at me. "Don't get bitchy with me, dude. You fucked my sister, and now we're just gonna forget about it and go out so you can fuck someone else?"
I felt a little deflated by that. He was right. "She fucked me first, man."
He looked like he wanted to sock me in the face. "Doesn't fucking matter," he grumbled.
I sighed and shot my eyes toward the door to make sure Edward wouldn't hear this. "Listen, I didn't wanna tell anyone this, but I can see that you want to rip my balls off. I was in love with her, but she wouldn't let me get close to her. It was my first time, too, and it fucking sucked. The whole thing just blew up in my face and I don't wanna ever talk about this again," I explained angrily.
Jasper looked at me like I'd grown another head. "You're shitting me, right?"
I growled and turned to my locker so I could get a fresh change of clothes. "No, I'm not. I swear to God, if you tell anyone about this I will fuck you up."
He coughed and slapped me on the back after I was dressed. "I won't tell a soul, dude. I swear."
I nodded and Edward stepped back in to let us know we were heading out for a bro bonding day. For the first time in forever, I was grateful for the lack of tits in our vicinity.
RPOV
"How do I fix this?" I asked Bella and Alice for the millionth time. "I can't just leave it like this!"
My face was red and blotchy, and my eyes were raw from all the sobbing. I sat slumped on my bed with a box of Kleenex and three empty pints of Ben and Jerry's. Bella looked at me sympathetically and patted my knee. "I don't know, hon. I guess you just need to figure out how to apologize and hopefully he will forgive you."
Alice sighed and said, "You look pitiful. Do you love him?"
I blew my nose into the millionth tissue and nodded miserably. "I think I do," I confirmed in a scratchy voice.
She rolled her eyes and huffed. "If you don't know then you can't fix this. The guy obviously loves you, and you kept punking out on him. The only way to fix this is to gird your loins and go apologize...and admit that you're in love with him."
I glared at her. "I didn't keep 'punking out.'"
She waved a dismissive hand at me and ignored my statement. "Whatever, you know you did. That guy's been hot for you for years, and you were a cold bitch to him up until we decided to do this pact. I'm amazed he even put up with you for this long, but that only convinces me even more that he's actually in love with you. If I were you, I'd be over there groveling until he takes me back."
Bella nodded her head in agreement and I sat up straight. "Look, whose side are you on, here?" I demanded, hurt.
Bella slung an arm around Rosalie's shoulder, ever the peacemaker. "We're on your side. Whatever you did today wasn't in your best interest, Rosie. You know it, and we know it. If you want to fix this, you need to go get your man."
I fell back on the bed and moped in misery until I heard Bella's cell phone ring. I jerked up and listened as she answered it and spoke to Edward. She shot me nervous looks and when she hung up, she looked like she had some bad news.
"The guys are going out tonight. Emmett suggested it," she confirmed with a sympathetic look on her face.
I wanted to crawl under the covers and retreat to Misery Land, but Alice's face took on that determined look she got whenever she came up with a scheme.
"We'll see about this," she said firmly.
With that, she popped up off the bed and clapped her hands. "Okay, girls, we need to fix this mess. Bella, you go grab my arsenal. Rosalie, get your stinky ass into the shower and don't forget to wash your face. You look like shit."
Bella jumped up to comply with Commander Alice, and I dragged my miserable ass to the bathroom so I could shower. I had no idea how I was going to get Emmett to listen to me, but I had to at least try.
After Commander Alice and her faithful assistant transformed me into the Rosalie Hale I used to be, we climbed in her car and headed toward the club Edward said we'd find them.
That boy was seriously pussy-whipped, but I was grateful to him for helping us out.
I was still totally clueless as to how I should approach Emmett when we got into the club, but I knew it was now or never when I saw him standing at the bar with some redheaded floozy flirting with him. I slipped up behind him and shot her a filthy glare. The girl must not be as stupid as she looked, because she beat feet immediately. I smiled in smug triumph until Emmett jerked around and glowered down at me.
"Um, hi," I said lamely.
"What are you doing here?" he asked with frustration etched on his handsome face.
I cowered a bit. "I came to apologize."
He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. I was left floundering in his silence. "Please, just listen to me, okay? I didn't know it was like that for you, and I'm sorry I fucked up so badly. I know I don't deserve you, but I still want you anyway. I...I'm in love with you," I said desperately, searching his eyes for any sign of softening.
His brows lowered over his beautiful eyes and I watched as he set his drink down on the bar with deliberate calm. "You're only saying that because you think it's what I want to hear, Rosalie. You know how I feel, but I'll tell you again anyway: you don't let me touch you unless it's sexual. You never gave me the chance to show you how much I cared."
I felt like my soul was shrinking, but I had to do something to convince him that I meant what I said. I looked around desperately, hoping for inspiration. I saw a few people looking at us, and that's when it hit me.
I looked down at his hand and then gazed straight into his eyes as I slipped my own hand into his. I held up our entwined hands and laid them on the bar for everyone to see. I turned to the people staring at us and raised my voice above the din. "Have you guys met my boyfriend Emmett?" I asked. They looked at me like I was some crazy bitch. Whatever. The only reaction that really mattered was Emmett's, anyway.
I looked at him and saw the amazed shock on his face. "This isn't too sexual for you, is it?" I quipped as I looked down at our hands on the bar.
He shook his head and raised our hands to his mouth. He kissed my hand and watched me carefully to see if I'd pull away. He was obviously calling me on my bluff, but I just stared right back at him. "Can we go talk?" I asked.
He nodded and wove his way through the crowd without releasing my hand. We found a booth in the corner and I snuggled right up to him in the cramped space. "Can I ask you a question?" I inquired.
"Sure," he said.
I took a deep breath. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you just let me think I was the only inexperienced one?"
He looked away. "I'm an eighteen-year-old guy, Rosie. Why would I admit to something like that?"
I frowned. "You didn't answer my question," I pushed.
He groaned. "Okay, fine. You know how my mom raised me all by herself?"
She nodded.
"Well, my mom's a romantic. She's always reading the romance novels and watching romantic movies. She had me convinced from a very young age that things like soulmates and true love exist in the world. I saw how lonely she was after getting abandoned by my father, and I knew that I would do anything to avoid hurting any woman I loved the way she hurt from being rejected."
I felt tears threaten at his words; his respect and love for his mother was admirable. I had no idea what it must be like to be so close to your parent, but I saw it meant a lot to him.
"I waited for you, because I've been in love with you for years. I wanted you to be ready, Rose. I wanted us to be together, but I wanted it to be for the right reasons. You only wanted to lose your virginity because you were sick of being a virgin, and I didn't feel like that was a good reason for us to have sex," he explained.
I felt my cheeks heat in shame. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.
He sighed and lifted my chin so his eyes could meet mine. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you this all before, but I thought I'd be able to do this my way. I should have known," he said with dark humor coloring his tone.
I looked down at the table and stared at our hands. "Could we try again?" I asked after a moment. It took all my strength and courage to look back up at him for his reaction.
He looked me deep in the eye and smiled a little bit. "As long as you don't rape me again," he joked.
I felt my shoulders relax and my sense of humor return. "Whatever, you can't rape the willing," I said.
He scoffed and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I don't ever wanna sleep through sex with you again."
I shuddered as lust shot up my spine. "Deal," I said.
"Deal," he echoed.
I looked at him earnestly. "I love you, Emmett."
He smiled beautifully and leaned down to kiss me softly. "You'd better. My mom says I'm a real catch."
We laughed our asses off until our friends found us and asked what was so funny.
I sobered up. "Oh, nothing. We're just gonna get going," I said as I shot Emmett an innuendo-laden look.
His smile turned excited as he climbed out of the booth behind me. We could deal with the rest of this tomorrow, but for right now, all I wanted to do was hold tight and never let go.
I didn't let his hand go until we fell asleep side by side.
A/N: There we go! The story of how Emmett and Rosalie got it together. Woot! This is probably the longest fucking chapter I've ever written. Sigh.
Anyway, there will be a fourth chapter for sure (to wrap things up). I'm not sure as of yet if I'll need more than that. These chapters are quite long, unlike my other stories, so I guess we'll just have to see.
And don't worry, the fourth chapter will have more of the E/B development. :)
So! What did ya think about this take on Emmett and Rosalie? I'm curious to know what you all think:)
-HIE