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Rain, jeans, and Emmett… what a combo…
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DISCLAIMER: own nutten but the plot and daydreams of a half-naked wet and muddy Emmett.
"It's raining again." I sighed as I rested my pounding head against the cold glass door and looked out over the courtyard of our apartment building. I was relishing the slight relief the coolness brought to my aching head.
"Has been all night Bells." Emmett's voice was soft as he placed his hand on my shoulder and held a bottle of water out to me along with two little white miracle pills.
"I love you right now." I hummed as I took the pills and drank half the bottle in one gulp.
"Just right now?" he asked jokingly as he started to massage my shoulders lightly once I had turned back to the door and rested my forehead on it once more.
"Yes, because once my head stops its rendition of the 'Little Drummer Boy', I'm going to rip you a new one, and I can't love you while I'm doing that." I heard his low chuckle and growled causing my head to pound even more. "The love is slowly diminishing already."
"Come on Bells, I'll cook you a nice breakfast while you go and take a hot shower, you'll feel better faster." I shrugged as he led me to the bathroom by my shoulders and turned the water on for me. Before he walked out, he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead and then closed the door behind him.
"No matter how perfect you are acting right now, I'm still going to yell at your caveman ass." I yelled through the door as I finally looked at myself in the mirror. "Oh my God," I cringed as I got closer to the mirror to see my raccoon ringed eyes, my birds nest hair, and my much wrinkled sailor's costume.
I ripped off the outfit, sparing no time in tossing it in the trashcan, followed swiftly by the ruffled panties and knee-high stocking. Then I jumped into the hot shower, hoping the steamy warmth of the water would penetrate the fog of yet another hangover. "I am never drinking anything that's red or blue again."
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"Where the hell is my sweatshirt?" I hissed as I pulled every single item of clothing from my drawer and threw them on the floor. "Why is it never where I leave it?"
I huffed as I pulled on one of my many baggy Forks High T-shirts and a pair of comfy black sweatpants and stormed out to the living room. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the air and I moaned as my stomach grumbled loudly.
"I heard that." His voice was, as always, loud and boisterous as he walked out of the kitchen with two plates heaped full and placed them on our table.
"You didn't hear nutten'." I said as I slipped into the chair and shoved a big bite of cheesy scrambled eggs into my mouth without delay.
"Yes dear," he chuckled and winked before taking a bite off his own plate.
"Oh God, this is so yummy." I mumbled-moaned once again before shoving a full piece of bacon into my already full mouth.
"I did hear that, right?" he asked around a mouth full. I nodded without another word as I inhaled the rest of the food on my plate.
"So, what are your plans this morning Bells?" he asked as we carried our plates into the kitchen and started to clean up his mess together.
"I think I have been neglecting the couch way to much the last few weekends." He nodded with a chuckle. "So, I'm thinking a threesome with the couch, remote and maybe even a blanket is in order today."
"That sounds great actually, think there could be room in that little equation for one more?"
"I guess I could share my couch time with you, but the cost is you finishing the rest of the kitchen by yourself." I huffed before hip bumping him and walking out of the kitchen to get previously mentioned blanket, leaving him to finish the dishes.
Less than ten minutes later I was snuggled into the arm of the couch, covered head to toe in fuzzy warmth, and my eyes were slowly lowering as I half-heartedly listened to some boring man on TV going on about some football team and their lack of energy this year.
Mostly all I was hearing at this point was akin to 'blah, blah, blah…' until "Beeeelllllllssss…"
"Go away." I hissed and swatted at the hand that was so rudely shaking me during a great daydream of Edward and his pillow soft lips pressed against mine. I heard an amused chuckle then, which only caused me to slap at the hand even harder. "What part of GO AWAY don't you understand."
"All of it." Instead of the constant shaking, now the hand had changed tactics and was tickling my exposed ribs.
"I hate you." I screamed incoherently as I kicked my feet out aimlessly and groaned when they were met by a hard chest.
"Yeah, I know, you may have told me that a time or two already today." Emmett chuckled as he took one of my feet into his hand and proceeded to tickle the bottom of it until I was screaming out that I was about to wet my pants. He stood up with a start and picked me up before running through the house and placing me into the bathroom. "That is done in here Bells." I glared at him as he shut the door with a laugh.
"You know, it's not a good I idea to piss off the person that still has ass-chewing duty." I yelled through the closed door before taking care of my human moment. I opened the door to see Emmett leaning against the frame, a large smile covering his face, holding out my missing sweatshirt and worn-out running shoes. "You can't be serious." I groaned and looked behind me through our small bathroom window, only long enough to see the big fat rain drops that were still coming down.
"You have ten minutes to ream me a good one about my 'caveman ways', then we're off to the field. Leah said a hangover is not a good enough excuse to get out of your ass kicking today." He took my hand and led me to the couch, shoved me into a sitting position and knelt down to put my shoes on.
"Ugh." I huffed as I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and took a deep breath. "You are such an ass, you know that?" I slapped at his arm and shooed him away so that I could finish tying my own shoes. "And I wasn't going to use the hangover as an excuse; the pouring down rain- yes, the hangover- nope."
"Now you're down to nine," He said as he tapped his invisible watch and raised his brow.
"Fine." I rolled my eyes as I finished lacing my shoes and stood up to my full height, which coincidently, brought his still kneeling frame into the perfect position for a good ass chewing.
Well… that and a few other ideas, possibly of the naughty variety, that are swimming through my sex deprived mind right now.
He made a move to stand up and I shook my head and pressed my hand on his shoulder to stop him. "I like the advantage this position gives me, thank you." He shook his head and chuckled before he nodded his head once, then raised his bright blue eyes up to meet mine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to steady myself before I began my tirade.
"I am not a child Emmett; as a matter of fact, I'm older then you."
"Only by two months, Bells." he laughed out as I glared at him, causing him to bring his hands up in mock surrender.
"Yes, but that still makes me older then you." I looked down at him to see if he would interrupt me again and his answer was a wink, causing me to roll my eyes once more. "I learned to walk at nine months old; I think that gives me the know how to walk out of party on my own accord." I placed my hands on my hips and started to tap my foot in agitation. "I'm already seen around campus as the poor little wallflower that was lucky enough to move in with Mr. popular. please stop taking away what little of my dignity I have left." I felt my anger deplete as I watched his face fall at my last words.
"I never meant to take away your dignity, Bells." He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his cheek against my chest.
Oh yeah, this was one of the other ideas I had- well minus the clothing aspect of it.
"I just don't want to see you get hurt; I care for you too much." My breathing hitched as his words came out. I ran my fingers through his hair as I looked down at him.
"How about this Em; unless I'm so drunk I can't even stand, you have to ask my permission before you go all caveman on me, ok? If I feel I need help in a situation I will ask you for it, but until then, let me make my own mistakes. I have to learn somehow." he nodded his head and wrapped his arms tighter around my waist. "That also means that if I want to make out with a hunky co-ed in the middle of a dance floor, than by God, I'm going to do it. That is my choice, not yours Emmett." I felt him shake his head.
"Sorry, I can't agree with you on that part." I was about the scream at him when he jumped up to his feet and covered my mouth with his hand. "I was told by both Jake and your father that my job is to watch out for you. Now, Jake I don't care if I piss him off, I can handled his scrawny ass. But Bell's, your dad carries a gun for a living; I'm not going to piss off the Chief." He looked at me with pleading eyes.
"I'm so going to kick their asses..." I huffed right as our kitchen timer went off. "What the hell?"
"I set the timer for ten minutes, I know how long winded you can get." He winked cockily before running off to the kitchen.
"All I want is the chance to have normal college experiences. Everyone else gets them, why can't I?" I whispered to the now empty living room.
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"This is undoubtedly the best part of the whole week." Leah sighed into my ear as we watched six muscle covered men pull their shirts off and raise their faces up to the falling rain.
"I would have to agree." I whispered as I huddled closer to her under the umbrella. "The rain just makes it all the more….ugh. Ok, that part right there just made it even better." She nodded her head almost violently as the group of men slapped each other on the ass and lined up for the first play of the day. Six pairs of tight wet jeans clung to six perfect asses, the muscles taunt as they waited for the call to start the game.
"Were just lucky Sam and Paul made it today or it would be our asses getting soaking wet and slapped." I raised my bow in question and she laughed. "Ok, so that wouldn't really be a bad thing." We both laughed as we watch the weekly tackle football game start. "So, has Emmett bucked up and told you yet?"
I huffed and rolled my eyes, "I swear you guys and your fantasy worlds." She slapped my arm and huffed. Leah was one of the only other people that I tell everything too. She was the words of reason telling me not to back out of the 'experiment' at the last minute, and to have fun with it.
"Bella, I understand that he didn't have that great of a reputation when you guys first moved in together, but he has changed so much over the last few months." I shook my head to disagree with her.
"Leah, it was just last month that he was hiding, once again in the bathroom, from his latest Law-Bimbo."
"Did you see her?" she asked as we watched Emmett tackle Paul. "I still don't understand why they wear jeans when they play in the rain."
"No I didn't see her, but then again, I didn't have to see her; he told me she was there. And could you imagine how clingy their basketball shorts would be in this weather?" I watched as Emmett stood up, rain drops sliding down his chest causing his muscles to flinch at the coolness, his head thrown back in laughter, his muddy hands sweeping his hair from his eyes, as Paul screamed for an illegal tackle.
"Oh no, not the clingy shorts." She brought her hands to her face in mock horror. "What a horrible thing to see." She laughed as she wagged her brows.
"Plain awful." I agreed with her and tapped my chin. "Maybe I should forget to wash his jeans next week so he won't have a choice but to wear the shorts."
"And this is why we are friends." She wrapped her arm around me and nodded once. "I'm going to have to talk to Kim and Stacy and have them so the same." She moaned as she closed her eyes. "Could you imagine all four of them with clingy shorts?"
"Oh yeah!" I moaned in agreement as I licked my lips and looked up, meeting Emmett's eyes from across the field. Leah leaned her head on my shoulder and laughed as she followed my line of sight.
"I haven't seen him smile that much in a long time," she sighed. "She wasn't there Bella; there hasn't been anyone for over since the breakfast incident. He's just scared."
"How do you know?" I mumbled as I looked down at my feet.
"He's my fiancée best friend, and those boys talk loud, especially when they drink." I shook my head and sighed.
"I wish he would just come out and say something, anything."
"Give him just a little more time, he will. But keep up with Angela's 'experiment', if that is still what it is. I saw you and Sailor Boy last night, that kiss was pretty steamy." I sighed as I touched my lips and smiled at the memory.
"His lips were so soft and I swear my knees felt like they were made of Jell-o. Honestly Leah, I'm shocked I could even stand after that kiss."
"You thinking there could be something there?" I shook my head.
"I don't know Leah, Edward is gorgeous, but…" I looked longingly toward where Emmett was once again sprawled on top of Paul, laughing as he shoved his face in the mud.
"Maybe a little competition will be a good thing. I think it'll get him to say something faster." She nodded once and smiled. "Also, it's so much fun to watch that man go all cavemen on you, and you know the minute he knows someone else if sniffing around his tree the boy is going to go all caveman on your ass." I slapped her arm as we both started laughing. I was startled as my phone vibrated to notify me of a new text.
Bella, you did great with your lessons last night. Ready for your next assignment?~ E
I chuckled as I read his message.
"He's not a dog, Leah." I said aloud before typing in my agreement and waiting for his reply. I looked across the field once more to see Emmett watching me with a scowl on his face.
"They all are Bells, trust me." She laughed as she turned toward the game and smiled at Jared.
How does next Saturday sound, I'll pick you up at ten. Be prepared, this one will take all day. ~E
Oh, and wear a skirt. ;) ~E
"Stage three is underway." I said to Leah as I typed the same message to Ang.