I haven't been feeling very motivated to write more, but here you go. Embry's POV. Enjoy, lovies. :) ~
I stepped up to my door, attempting to dig the keys out of my pocket while holding Bella's limp body. We were both still dripping wet. The fact that it had started raining almost as soon as I got her out of the water, pissed me the fuck off. There's just some things you can't control, Embry, I thought. Too many things that I can't control.
As soon as I had the door unlocked and opened, I headed straight for shower.
"Embry? Is that you?" She hollered from in the kitchen. I grumbled. I didn't have time to dick around. Having a freezing, dripping wet girl in my arms- my first priority was to get her in some dry clothing.
"Yes, 'ma. I'm headed up to bed. Long shift last night. Don't worry about dinner." I headed for the stairs, praying she didn't turn around. She'd think the worst of me; using my good-looking body to pick up trashy girls. Uh, I don't think so.. Damn. Something tells me i'll be in a relationship with my hand for the rest of my life. The only female I would be interested in having in my bed would be Bella. And something tells me, she doesn't quite feel the same.
I turn into the bathroom, locking the door. Warmth. Bella needed to get warm, and then dry. Turning the bath on, I make it extra steamy. As the tub fills up, I take a quick look at Bella in my arms. I can feel how cold she is; her body showing it from lack of normal coloring. For once, her cheeks aren't tinted red. "Bella?" I poke her ribs. "Earth to Bella!" Her eyes slowly open. "You need to hop in the bath, hun." I help her into the tub, show her where all the soaps are, and then take my leave.
What is it about Bella Swan that drives everybody completely insane? More so, me insane? As I stripped the wet cloths off my body and threw pajamas on, I thought. Why Bella? I don't think we're even compatible. Things would never work out. She was Jake's girl. I felt like I was breaking some bro code just letting her bathe in my damn house.
Hearing a low moan, from the very bathroom Bells was in cut my thought process short. Fucking Bella Swan was making my dick hard and I wasn't even in the same room as her. This imprinting was going to be hell.
I swapped my pajamas out for baggy sweats before going to check on her.
I knocked lightly, hoping my mother wouldn't hear from down in the kitchen. "Bella? Are you doing alright in there?" I murmered. Seconds later, she opened the door. Wrapped in a towl. Looking like a goddess. Serously, I needed to come up with something else. She did look like a goddess, but I could think of many other things she reminded me of at this very moment. One of them being a very sexy kitten. I chuckled to myself. "So, you're doing alright then?"
With the look she was giving me, a pretty feral kitten. A kitten with claws. "Mmh..yeah.. Could I- uh, get some cloths though?" Maybe. No? She glanced away, and back up. Smirking.
I will never fully wrap my head around this- Bella Swan. Bella, kitten. Kitten, Bella. Feral kitten. Aw shit, now I'm blushing. I headed for my room without another word to fetch her some clothes. Bella in my clothes. Unf. Since when did I become a teenage boy again? I needa practice on that control, if Bella decides to ever see me again.
I grabbed her some cloths and headed back to the bathroom. "Hey Bella.. when you're done, think we could talk? If you hear me out.. that'd be awesome of you. My rooms right there-" I pointed- "watch out for my mom, though. She just kinda sorta doesn't know you're here and all."
She smiled up at me. "Of course, Embry. I just kinda sorta owe you my life anyways. 'Least I could do is listen."
I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked into my bedroom and plopped myself down on the bed. Maybe she didn't fling herself off that cliff because of me. For a second, it had crossed my mind. That the imprint had been the last string, and she just lost it.
In walked Bella, tripping over her own feet. You know, the normal Bella entrance. She looked up from her feet after-miraculously-regaining her balance. "So your mom doesn't know i'm here, huh?"
"Nope," I said, popping the p.
Taking several steps forward, she throws her hands on her hips. "And, you wanted to talk..?"
How the hell to even start this? 'Bella, I know you don't know me that well, but I love you more than the sun itself- because some ancestors made you for me. Lets fuck?' Or, 'Wow Bella, I didn't know you liked to fling yourself off cliffs in your spare time, tell me more insane shit you do?' How about, no.
I hesitated. "Come sit by me..?"
She nodded; walking over to me. She lied beside me, chewing her lip and glancing up every so often. In all my time knowing Bella, I knew how she over-thought things; no matter the complication. Although I had given no clue as to what I wanted to talk about, I could already see the gears in her head turning. Thinking of the worst case scenario. I cleared my throat.
"I don't even know how, or where to start honestly.. I'm guessing you're confused? With what happened earlier?" I whisper. She gave another small nod of her head.
"Bella.. You already know; there's no point in denying it. You saw today why Sam tried keeping Jacob away from you- we turn into horse sized wolves, for fucks sake. Along with having some wicked tempers, we have this thing called imprinting-" I peeked a look at her- "Maan, I feel like i'm going about this the wrong way." I ran my hands through my hair, not knowing what else to do with them. I could tell by the look of confusion on her face; she had no clue what I was getting at. "Bells- hey..," softly grabbing her chin, I looked her in the eyes.
And there was no other way I could tell her.
I think she knew what was going to happen before I decided for myself. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her towards me. I brushed my lips against hers, once, twice. What surprised me, was how instead of backing away, Bella pressed her lips more firmly into mine. She entwined her hands in my damp locks, pulling me even closer. And damn, there was nothing sweeter than kissing Kitten.
"Embry," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "I understand.."
