Prompt: Dying
"You're so dead Emmett Cullen!" Rosalie screeched, before pouncing, and knocking him to the bed.
Emmett had barely let out a chuckle before she was on top of him, keeping him pinned to the bed with her knees.
Emmett grinned up at her and with lightning fast speed was on top of her, keeping her pinned to the bed with nothing but his hand.
" Babe, I'm always on top. You know that" he smirked, while raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Yeah, for the first two minutes" she muttered, under her breath.
Emmett scowled and Rosalie laughed at the expression he was making. Emmett shivered as her laughter made her body move underneath his.
He wrapped his arms around her perfect body and rolled them over, so that she was on top.
Rosalie was about to make another sarcastic comment, before she noticed the intensity of his gaze. She stopped laughing immediately and stretched her hand out to stroke his cheek.
"I guess I can kill you later" Rosalie said, pretending to think about it.
"Just your touch kills me," Emmett breathed, as his eyes closed underneath her hand.
She sighed softly as he gently ran his hand over her shoulders and neck, before pushing her long hair off her face.
" You can kill me any day Rosalie Hale."