A/N: It's Monday, and you know what that means... ;-) I'm back from Seattle, I had a GREAT time with my friend. Now I have to get cracking writing the next chapter. :-) Thanks for all your fantastic reviews!!! You guys rock my world. Keep sending me the love, it makes me happy. Thanks also to Lea and all my super awesome BFFF'ers!!! :-D Oh, and did anyone else squeal like a fangirl over the new New Moon trailer??!!

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BPOV

I couldn't remember my own name, and he wants to talk?

Emmett eased away from me, placing kisses on my jaw, throat, and finally the palm of my hand, taking every last ounce of breath out of me before separating us completely. I was so cold without him.

He saw me shiver, and he smiled so his dimples showed.

"You're beautiful," he confessed. His eyes were dark, and I shivered again.

I felt achy all over. My entire body pulsed with need for him, and it was taking everything in me not to reach out to him again. Aww, hell, I thought, rolling over to be closer again, as I reached out and traced his lips with my fingertips. I couldn't stop myself. My hands explored his face, and he leaned into my touch emitting a deep, low growl from somewhere in his chest. I shivered for a third time, my imagination running wild.

"Bella," he moaned, and suddenly I was kissing him again. I couldn't stop myself from instantly asking for permission to explore his mouth once again, and melted when he granted access.

I couldn't tell you how long we laid there kissing, but however long it was, it wasn't enough. I could kiss this man till the end of time, and never get bored of it, never want more. Well, I thought as I rubbed my thighs together for a little friction, not never.

Emmett's lips traced patterns over my face as he buried his hand in my hair. I realized I was leaning over him, and my hair was forming a curtain around our faces. Our own little world, I thought to myself, but then I was completely distracted by Emmett's teeth nipping just behind my ear.

"Bella," he rasped, "we really have to talk."

I whimpered, never wanting this to end. I didn't want the reality of the world to catch up to us. I just wanted this. I just wanted him.

I pulled away reluctantly, feeling my eyes brimming with tears already. I couldn't bring myself to regret kissing him, touching him. I wouldn't let him take those moments away, even if he was ending it now.

"Bella, please tell me you don't regret this," he gasped, his hand still buried in my hair. His eyes were pleading, hopeful.

"I- of course not," I said, still scared he was going to do a 180 and change his mind about me.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his entire body relaxing into mine. "Thank God."

"You mean you… you want this?"

"Bella," he said, shifting beneath me to kiss me again, lightly. "I want this more than anything in the world."

My head spun as he leaned in to kiss me deeply, running his tongue along the seam of my lips and parting my lips easily. He wanted this. He wanted me. He wanted us. The thought alone had me giddy and needy. My hands wove into his gorgeous brown curls, holding him more closely to me.

"But," I said between kisses, not wanted to interrupt, but needing to know, "I thought you didn't want me. I mean," I paused to moan as he ran the tip of his tongue along my jaw. "You kept yelling 'No', and my name last night… like it was bad… Like it was a mistake."

He eased away from my neck, an embarrassed look on his face. "It could never be a mistake, Bella," he said huskily, and a shiver ran up my spine. It could have had to do with the fact that his good hand was tracing circles on my hip, but it also had a hell of a lot to do with the sexy tone of his voice.

"Thank God," I whispered.

I wanted to pull him to me, to kiss him until we both forgot who and where we were. But more needed to be said.

"So…" Fuck, I was going to be a girl now. "What does this mean?"

He looked at me with those half-lidded eyes, and my heart leapt. "It means I want to keep kissing you as much as possible. It means I-" He stopped himself. "I don't want us to be just friends, Bella. I can't do that. I don't want to be your friend, I don't want to be your enemy, I want to be… your…"

Boyfriend, say boyfriend. Please, oh please, oh please, say boyfriend.

"Boyfriend," he finally breathed.

"Wow, this is coming completely out of left field," I teased, pretending to be shocked, needing to lighten this intense moment between us.

"Not for me," he whispered.

"Me, either," I whispered back.

"Really?"

"Don't be so surprised. You are, after all, quite cute."

"Cute?" He wrinkled his nose, like cute was suddenly a dirty word.

"I'll have you know, Swan, that I haven't been called cute since I was twelve and my voice hadn't changed yet."

"I remember those days," I said, thinking back to a much more gawky, awkward Emmett. I was taller than him, and he had relentlessly teased me, calling me Stork, and Beanpole, and other mean things. Look at us now.

"I hated you so much back then. You used to tease me for being small."

"I hated you, too, you know." I nuzzled his neck.

"You made me start to work out, you know that? I'm the beefcake I am today because of you."

I couldn't stop the laughter. "Seriously? Beefcake? You didn't just call yourself that, please tell me you didn't."

"It's true, and you know it," he shot back, a smug smirk on his face. "I don't hear you complaining."

"Definitely not," I said, taking his earlobe between my teeth and biting down lightly. He groaned.

"Do that again, and I'm going to make a mess of myself," he warned.

"I can always clean it up for you after, a nice little sponge bath," I suggested, biting the inside of my cheek.

He growled, and my panties were suddenly that much more damp.

"I love you like this," he said, brushing my hair back from my face tenderly.

A bolt of shock burst through me. Did he just say love?

"We spent too many years being idiots," he went on. "And I've never been so happy than these last few days, here, with you. I never knew… I didn't realize…" He looked away, clearly embarrassed, but he didn't look like he regretted what he'd said, either. "Please be my girlfriend."

"Of course," I said, leaning forward to seal the promise with a kiss, still battling in my head with what 'love' meant. I mean, I know what it means, but did he mean what he said…?

God, I really am a girl. Damn it.

But really, did it matter right now? Bringing myself to the here and now, I was curled into him as closely as his casts and busted leg would allow, and basking in the glow of the idea that he wanted me. That I was his girlfriend.

EmPOV

Was this real? Bella was… my girlfriend??!! We'd gone from hate to love (well, at least in my case) in just a few short weeks, and I wasn't entirely sure I wasn't dreaming. It would make sense that this was all just one big drug-induced dream. I mean, I did dream that Tuvok was the Tin Man at one point, so the idea of this being a dream wasn't entirely out of the question.

Oh yeah, I loved her. With every bone, broken or otherwise, in my body. Sometimes I wondered if this was some sort of Florence Nightingale syndrome, but then Bella would smile at me and I knew that it was more than that.

Currently, we were taking a break from making out for her to do some book work. She was snuggled against my good side, my arm tucked around her, and she was reading some insanely big book. We'd slid into this routine quickly, of her going to class, and coming home before lunchtime, when I'd wake up. We'd watch TV, make out like hormonal teenagers, and then she'd do homework before we'd make out until I had to take my meds again and I'd fall asleep.

But the best part was, she didn't sleep on the couch anymore. She slept next to me. She had her side of the bed. Her pillow that smelled exactly like her, that fruity, sweet stuff that made my insides twist with need. We couldn't snuggle asleep together, just in case, but I loved that whenever I'd wake up from some bizarre dream in the middle of the night, I would see her sleeping form next to mine.

Friday afternoon, we were on the bed, making out as usual. I liked this was a "usual" activity. I could definitely get used to this. Keep on keeping on for the rest of my life.

She was sprawled half across my body, her fingers curled in my hair, tugging gently, a move I adored and she seemed to enjoy equally. She whimpered as I coaxed her tongue into my mouth, and the sound went straight to my dick. Kissing Bella always lead to the same conclusion: I would get hard as a rock, and then we'd stop, and I'd have to picture Jasper dancing naked with hippos in order to kill my hard-on. It wasn't a gross image necessarily, but it was hilarious enough for me to distract myself from the situation in my pants.

I was going to die from the world's most epic case of blue balls.

Bella was in the middle of doing this thing with her tongue that I sincerely hoped she'd move to my nether regions eventually, when both of our cell phones rang at the same time.

We jumped apart, and Bella leapt to grab them both off the side table. I watched her with fascination. Her cheeks and neck were bright red, and I could see several hickeys up and down the column of her neck from various times I'd gotten a little too enthusiastic.

Another one was newly forming at the base of her throat, and I swelled with pride. Mine, I thought possessively.

She handed me my phone, staring at hers in the process.

"Mom," we said in unison.

"Fuck," she groaned, and sank back onto the bed.

I flipped my phone open. "Hi Mom," I said.

"Emmy Bear, how are you doing?"

"Fine, are you in town now?"

"Yeah, Renee and I are driving down from the airport right now!"

Wait, what?

"Great," I said, fully confused now. I looked over at Bella, who was holding her head like she had a headache.

"So we'll see you in about an hour, okay? We have to get settled in Renee's hotel room."

"Uh… sure. Drive safe, Mom."

I hung up at the same time Bella did. She was rubbing her temples and muttering "fuck," over and over.

"Bella?"

She groaned, rolling over to face me. "I'm so sorry."

"Did you know your mom was coming?"

She bit her lip and nodded slowly.

"For how long?"

"Uh…four days?" she asked, looking like she was trying to do mental math, which was not one of her strong suits. Despite my annoyance, she looked awfully adorable. "Since she interrupted our first kiss."

"And you managed to forget?"

"You're rather distracting when you want to be, you know," she said, smirking.

Oh, right. Fuck yeah.

"So what are we going to do?"

She was silent for a moment. "Well, are we ready to tell?"

Now I was the silent one. "No," I finally decided, gauging her reaction. "I kind of want to keep you all to myself for just a little bit longer."

She looked visibly relieved. "Good, I don't think I want to subject us to their questions just yet."

I liked the way she said "us."

"Me either. So… we gonna pretend we're not together? Fight like cats and dogs again?"

"No fighting. But… less friendly."

"So you mean, I can't do this in front of them?" I traced her side with my palm, brushing against the side of her breast slowly. Her back arched off the bed just a little.

"Hmm mmm," she agreed, eyes locked on mine.

"And none of this." I dragged my lips across her collarbone, making her lips part and sigh.

"No way," she murmured.

"And definitely, none of this." I cupped the back of her neck and crushed her lips to mine.

When I pulled back, her eyes were black with desire.

"This is gonna be torture," she whimpered.

I couldn't agree more.