Rating: M-ish
Genre: Sweet, sweet lovin'
Pairing: Bella/Embry
Word-count: 509
Musical Inspiration: "Fever" by the Black Keys
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Ok! By your request, here's the follow up to "Spin the Bottle." It was really REEEEALLY hard keeping this to around 500 words. I started to go way over, but then I reminded myself that, hey…it's just TWO minutes in heaven…not an afternoon.
Thanks to Fran and ChrissiHR for inspiring a couple bits and pieces here.
"Emb? You coming?"
Swallowing, Embry met Bella's questioning gaze and nodded, trying his damndest to avoid Jacob's hard stare. He knew it would burn through him like acid.
She had insisted they play by the rules. Did that mean she actually wanted to kiss him?
As she grabbed his hand and led him to the coat closet, the answer was apparently yes.
Watching the scene unfold with his mouth hanging open, Paul barked a loud guffaw. "Baby Alpha's gonna crap his pants!"
The crack of Jacob's fist against Paul's jaw and the ensuing scuffle were the last things Embry heard before Bella pushed him into the dark, cramped quarters and shut the door.
"Bells?"
"I'm here." Her voice was soft as she sought out his face with her hands, tracing its outline with a gentle sweep of her fingers. Encouraged by his satisfied hum, she moved to his hair, brushing it back with a scrape of her nails and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Her warm breath tickled his ear.
He gasped, shifting uncomfortably as the lower half of his body immediately reacted. Unable to help himself, he grabbed her belt loops and pulled her firmly against him. Buying his nose in her hair, he took a shuddering breath.
"Kiss me, Embry."
He paused, pulling back.
"Bells … what about Jake?"
"He's my friend, Emb. That's it." Standing on her tiptoes, she tilted her head and began dropping open-mouthed kisses down his jawline. "I want this," she whispered.
That was all the permission Embry needed—they were on a time clock, after all.
Crushing his mouth against hers, he hitched up her leg, running his hand down the curve of her thigh. Arriving at her shapely ass, he grabbed hold, scooping her into his arms and backing her against the wall.
Bella wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as his hand found its way underneath her shirt. His warm, calloused fingers took their time caressing every inch of her smooth skin, working their way up to her bra. As he kneaded her soft mounds through the satin material, his tongue blazed a trail of fire down her neck.
A loud thump outside the door jolted them both.
"Shit." Panting, Embry ceased his ministrations.
"I … I think it's been longer than two minutes," Bella said, slowly unhooking her legs and sliding down his body.
They stood there a moment longer, wrapped around each other, neither of them wanting to let go first. Finally, with a deep sigh, Embry opened the closet door.
The place was empty.
Brow furrowed, Bella surveyed the room. "Where is everybo— Oh my god!"
Embry followed her gaze to the couch, where a shirtless Seth and disheveled-looking Angela lay in a very compromising position.
Seth turned pink. "Uh, hey, guys. Everybody else left, so we …"
Shaking her head, Bella took Embry's hand and led him to the front door. "Come on … let's go back to your place and finish what we started."