Chapter 18: Emmett's Advice.
A/N: Sigh. Okay...this Chapter is another from Edward's POV. I don't know why I keep breaking my own rules. LoL My unspoken rule, is turning into a broken rule...
I sat still on the couch. Emmett was grinning beside me. I was trying to block the mental images running through Emmett's mind, but it was not working. Images of Rosalie and Emmett in various contorted poses assaulted my mind.
"Emmett please!" I hissed under my breath.
"What?" he asked surprised. Then he remembered I could read minds, apparently. "Oh." he said, still grinning.
"Yeah. Oh." I said, as I shook my head.
"Sorry. Just you know...my mind wanders." he explained unnecessarily. Of all the people to say this to, I thought wryly. I would know more than anyone just exactly how random Emmett's thoughts were. His mind was constantly in motion...a blur of random images, but most of the time they did seem to revolve around his and Rosalie's love making sessions. I winced again as another image of Rosalie and Emmett thrashing around wildly on the bed invaded my mind.
"I'm aware." I replied tersely. If this kept up, I would have to leave.
"Sorry. He said again." although he didn't look apologetic.
"Emmett. Can you please stop thinking of Rosalie's body for one whole minute?" I challenged him.
Emmett smirked. "Who should I think about?" he countered.
"I don't care." I replied blandly. I was anxious for the mental barrage of Rosalie's bedroom prowess to stop.
"No problem." Emmett said, with a hint of a laugh.
What happened next, was unexpected. Bella appeared in my mind. She looked so soft, and so sweet. Her stretch cotton top hugged her upper body tightly. I could make out the faint outline of her bra underneath the soft fabric. Her soft silky hair framed her pale features, and accented her face wonderfully. Her delectable scent exuded from every pore on her body. Her lips, were so soft and warm. They invited mine to taste them. Her beautiful brown eyes shone fiercely. Bella was beyond beautiful. The image in my mind smiled at me, and then she spoke.
"Fuck me Edward..." she whispered, her voice sultry with her desire.
"Emmett!" I roared, and launched myself at him. My hands wrapped around his body, and we rolled around on the floor. Within seconds, Emmett was pinned, with his arm behind his back. I was furious now.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop..." Emmett winced. I got off him, and began to storm out of the room. My vision was clouded now with rage.
"Edward...wait..." Emmett pleaded. He did sound apologetic now. I turned to face him, anger still lingering on my face. Emmett held up his hands innocently. My anger began to subside. I waited for him to finish. "Can I ask you something?" he added seriously. I got worried right away. When Emmett sounded serious, bad ideas were sure to follow. I had to hear him out though...
"Alright. What do you want to know?" I prodded.
"The other night. How bad was it?" he asked cautiously. There was no trace of amusement, or antagonism on his face. I tensed immediately at his question. I let out a shallow breath before I replied.
"Bad." I admitted grudgingly.
"Wanna talk about it?" he offered.
I immediately rejected the idea in my mind. But, in truth, I did want to talk about it. I'd talked about it with Bella, but she was human. She could listen, and understand as best she could, but to really know how it was, would take another vampire. I didn't say anything for a while. Emmett broke the silence.
"It's okay man. You don't have to" he added unnecessarily. I knew I didn't have to talk about it, if I didn't want to. But the question now was, did I want to talk about it? And if so, with Emmett?
I looked at him now. He was trying to help. He was my brother after all. Who else could I turn to if not my family, I wondered. Bella had Alice to talk about the difficulties surrounding a human and vampire romance. That much was obvious now. I had no doubt now what that shopping trip the other day entailed, and why Alice was blocking me most of the time now. I sighed.
Emmett was absently watching television now. I guess he figured no reply was coming, so occupied his time watching the unfolding baseball game.
"Bella...was not expecting me so soon..." I began. Emmett's head whipped around lightning fast as he heard my words. He was indeed surprised I did decide to take him up on his offer. His eyes studied my face intently as I spoke. I tried to keep my expression emotionless.
"She was very...aroused..." I trailed off.
"Whoa. No way! Jackpot...!" he said with a grin.
"Emmett..." I trailed off, my eyes blazing fiercely at the grin on his face now. It was bad enough I had to confide in Emmett, but if he was going to make jokes at mine and Bella's expense, especially considering the severity of the consequences that could have happened that night, then I'd have to turn to someone more understanding. Emmett took the hint, and became serious once more. I couldn't blame Emmett really though. It was who he was. Asking Emmett to not be who he was, was no different than asking me not to love Bella, or worry about protecting her from every possible harm.
"Sorry..." he apologized.
"So what was it like?" he asked.
My hard eyes met his inquisitive ones, looking for any trace of humour. I found none. But still, I wasn't going to describe every detail of Bella's masturbation session for his amusement.
"Emmett...I'm not going to tell you all the details..." I remarked annoyed. Emmett shook his head.
"No, no. I mean...her scent. I know how much her blood calls out to you Edward. So how did you deal with smelling...you know...everything...together..." he finished, choosing his words carefully. I guess he didn't want to anger me by using a crude comparison.
"It overpowered me almost immediately. Her scent...her excitement...it's more potent than her blood Emmett. A hundred times stronger..." I finished. Emmett let out a low whistle now. He knew what it was like to try to resist La Tua Contante, a singer – or more accurately someone whose blood sings for you to drink it. He'd only met two singers in his lifetime. I knew the score of that game already. Emmett 2, Singers 0. He'd been unable to resist the call of their blood for little more than minutes before giving into the hunger...
"So how did you do it?" he asked impressed, and clamped his hand down on my shoulder.
"I don't know. It was too close. I almost killed her..." I whispered. "In an instant of sanity right before I struck, I realized what was happening, and got away from her." I finished. I shuddered at the thought of what would have happened had the vision not interrupted my frenzied thoughts that night.
Emmett didn't say anything right away. He was contemplating something. I braced myself for whatever idea he was mulling over in his head, to appear.
"So that's it then? It's too dangerous, so you'll never be able to be intimate with her?" he asked. To my surprise, Emmett seemed sad at the thought.
"I'm not sure. We are trying..." I offered lamely.
"But her scent...it's too strong..." He said knowingly.
"Bella and I...we talked about it. She thinks maybe I might become more used to her arousal, and gradual doses may help my control. Like her blood. It still sings to me, but I barely notice it now. It's like Carlisle, and how he can work in a hospital. With enough time, and practice, anything is possible I guess..."
"So how are you going to do it? I mean what if it becomes too strong for you during one of your practice sessions?" Emmett asked. He sure was inquisitive today. I didn't answer right away. I didn't have an answer right away. I hadn't considered that far ahead. I was merely trying to keep my composure now as I worked with Bella's delectable upper body.
"Oh. Alice. She could keep an eye..." Emmett said, realization dawning on his face. I glared at him now.
"Oh come on Edward. You've seen everyone's mind in this house. What's the big deal if Alice sees you and Bella...you know...practicing?" he added, and used his fingers to make the "quote, unquote" sign as he said practicing. In truth I didn't really care. There were no secrets in this house...not with my mind reading, Alice's visions of the future, and Jaspers ability to read emotions. But Bella, she did not deserve to have an audience. I shook my head.
Emmett walked around the room deep in thought now. You know, Emmett was my brother, and he really did mean well. But somehow, I longed for the joking Emmett now. Serious, thoughtful Emmett was a lot more worrisome to me. I wondered what scheme he was hatching now. I grimaced as I seemingly dismissed his ability to help. He was trying, I had to give him that.
"Hmmm...that might work!" he exclaimed triumphantly. He seemed pleased with himself. Uh oh...here it comes, I thought glumly. What crackpot idea was he going to suggest? I eyed him curiously as his smile widened.
"Panty raid!" he said matter-of-factly.
I blinked, dumbfounded. I tried to put the two words together in any context, to puzzle out his meaning. Emmett could see my ignorance immediately.
"Poor Edward. So innocent in the ways of the world..." he said teasingly. My blood began to boil now. He sensed my mood shift, and held up his hands innocently once more.
"The gesture only works if you are indeed innocent, Emmett!" I scowled.
"Okay, okay. Just hear me out." he began.
I shook my head annoyed. "Okay. What are you talking about?" I asked quickly. This was a mistake, I admitted to myself. I should have seen Carlisle, or Jasper.
"Okay...so you break into Bella's room..." he began. I stopped him immediately.
"Why would I have to break in? She is my girlfriend. I'm there every day..." I said.
"Okay. Whatever. You don't break in..." he said rolling his eyes. "So anyways...after she gets all you know...excited..." I let out an annoyed breath as Emmett overemphasized "excited". Emmett seemed not to notice or care about my minor interruption, and continued.
"Ya...so just go into where she keeps her dirty laundry, and you know...take a pair!" he said folding his arms, almost defying me to find fault with what to his mind was impeccable logic.
To Emmett's annoyance, I burst out laughing at the sheer lunacy of the idea. I couldn't control myself now. Emmett frowned now.
"What?" he asked angrily. "It's a good idea...." he added indignantly, which only made my laughter more exuberant.
"What's the point?" I asked him incredulously.
"So you can smell her, and taste her without putting her in danger..." he answered exasperated, holding out his hands as if the answer was so obvious all along.
My body froze then. Every muscle in my body seemed to stop as I heard Emmett's words. My eyes opened wide. If my heart could beat, it would have been racing. Taste Bella? I shivered at the mental image in my mind now. Bella's beautiful body laying before me, her soft luscious legs spread wide for me. Her juices flowed freely as she whispered for me to drink from between her legs. She yearned for my tongue on her now. I was between her legs, inhaling deeply. Her scent called to me, but I was in control. I lost myself in that sweet musky aroma. Her excitement seemed to beg for me to taste. My tongue snaked out, and edged deeper to Bella's most intimate place. As soon as my tongue touched her desire...the image exploded into a brilliant white flash of pleasure as my tongue touched the tiniest drop of Bella's wetness. Pure ambrosia! That tiniest taste of Bella's essence ran through my body, piercing every molecule now...causing wave after wave ecstacy to flood my entire being. With Bella on my tongue, I felt complete.
My eyes focused now, as the vision in my mind faded. My hands were balled into fists. I shuddered at the intensity of the vision. It seemed so real. Emmett stood before me waving his hands over my eyes.
"Edward? You okay man?" he asked.
I shook my head to clear it. "Yes. Why do you ask?" I countered with a question of my own.
"I dunno. You kinda zoned out there for a bit...." he explained.
"Oh." I replied.
"So what do you think? You gonna try it?" he asked me seriously.
"I don't think so Emmett..." I said defeated. I hated to shoot down his idea. He had obviously seemed to put a lot of thought towards it, I noted somewhat amused. Poor Emmett. But I did love him for trying.
Something still tugged at the corners of my brain though. "Emmett?" I asked.
"Yeah?" he responded.
"What was I supposed to do with the underwear once I got it?" I asked him, fighting to keep from laughing.
"Didn't you ever see that Karate Kid movie? Wack on...WACK OFF" he said with a grin.
"I think you mean "wax off"..." I chided him.
"No...you only think I meant wax off" he added shaking his head...
My brain pieced together Emmett's meaning then. I stiffened immediately, and my eyes widened once more. I arched my eyebrow at him. Emmett read the change in my expression, and knew I grasped what he meant. A grin spread across his face.
"Come on Edward...you may be the world's oldest virgin...but don't tell me you've never had an orgasm!" he laughed.
I couldn't speak. Oh God. Now I really knew the implications of Emmett's "advice". Emmett wanted me to pleasure myself using Bella's underwear, and her scent as masturbatory aids? I had no response to that. None. I couldn't speak. The idea was ridiculous. I couldn't do that. Not to Bella. Finally I could speak again.
"Thanks for your help Emmett...but I think I'll work this one out on my own..." I said lamely, shaking my head in frustration.
I could still hear Emmett laughing in the background as I left the room. I was annoyed now. I'd exposed myself, looking for help, and this...this is what I get for advice? As I walked into the woods, and away from the house, a nagging thought tugged on my mind. Taste Bella? Without her being in danger? The idea of working up a tolerance to her scent was a good one. And not putting her in danger at all seemed even better. But still, it was wrong. I shouldn't even consider it. But I had agreed to at least try. I'd promised Bella I would try. I'd do anything to make Bella happy. But this? I wasn't so sure. I sighed again, more confused now than ever. Bella, I just want to give you what you want. In that instant I decided. I resigned myself now. I had promised to try after all...
My cell phone rang. I answered it on the first ring.
"Alice?" I asked as I saw the name on the call display.
"Emmett's idea is going to work. Have fun...!" she said in rapid succession. She was still laughing as I heard the line go dead...
A/N2 : Okay, I started writing this just for fun. I was just writing it as an exercise to loosen up my creative juices. I hadn't ever really planned to have it officially be in the story, but after it was done, I thought it was too funny not to include. It's a bit different, I'll give you that, lol, but it will provide me a decent excuse to write a scene about Edward's private fantasies involving Bella. So looks like eventually there is another Edward POV chapter.
Also, I know this idea is probably a bit(lot) OOC for Edward. But it might not be. I try to be faithful to S Meyer's personalities, but sometimes there is too many unknowns. So I may have took a bit too much liberty with Edward's personality, but I didn't have a reference to go by.