A/N: First of all, thanks so much to everyone who reviews!!! I don't want to beg here, but I'd really love if we hit 400 reviews for this chapter. :-) I know a lot of people read this, so if you would please let me know what you think, I'll be eternally grateful!!! Second, I think I told a few of you that I was going to be writing a sequel... which isn't out of the question, but I've decided to write it this way, so we don't have to wait around for Emmett to get out of bed. :-) Third, this chapter goes out to EmmaleeWrites05, KellBellCullen, and BlackHawk13, because they are sick and/or injured, and I want them to get better!!! Fourth, thanks to Lea for getting this back to me super quick. Fifth... I don't own Twilight.

BPOV

Six months later…

Slowly but steadily, Emmett went through physical therapy. He tried to be strong, emotionally, but there were days when he'd come home and he'd break down in my arms. I was pretty sure the only other person who had ever seen him so emotionally naked was his mom, and even though I hated to see him hurt, I loved that he trusted me enough to be himself around me.

He was able to stand, and to walk, though it was slow, and he needed crutches. The physical therapist worked him literally to the bone, working hard to strengthen his muscles and tendons, regaining the strength he'd lost after surgery and two months of bed rest.

Of course, his ribs had long since healed, and his broken arm had been taken out of its cast months ago, so Emmett and I were now enjoying a healthy sex life, or at least as healthy as Emmett's leg would allow him. We still had strict orders from the doctor's to take it easy, but we found interesting ways of being together that wouldn't hurt my Emmett.

It wasn't hard to think back to our first time.

Emmett was just finished with a physical therapy session. He was making progress, but the therapist was insisting that he work on building up muscle mass that he'd lost. "Try something physical," he'd suggested.

I got a wicked gleam in my eye just thinking about the possibilities. After all, I'd had more than four months to think about it. I had finally gotten used to oral and manual sex. Emmett had been more than willing to ease me into it comfortably, and nowadays I practically begged for it. If I couldn't fully make love to the man I loved, the least I could do was let him pleasure me with his hands and tongue.

But still, no matter how amazing Emmett's fingers and tongue truly were, I needed more. I couldn't take it anymore. I hated to admit it, but I was a pretty physical person, and I wanted to express my love to Emmett in every possible way.

And now I could. He walked to his bed, where he spent less and less of his time, even venturing out with me to the store or to my old apartment where Alice and Jasper now lived together in sin and bliss. I had officially moved in with Emmett four months after the accident, and two months after we let it slip to The Mothers.

I followed him into our room, shrugging off my jacket to hang it up. As usual, when I saw Emmett laying there, my heart skipped a beat. He was insanely gorgeous, and just got more and more attractive as time went on. I always found myself falling just a bit more in love with him than the day before.

"So, more physical activity, huh?" I said.

"Yeah. What do you think that might mean?" He was on the same page as me. He was grinning widely. I think he even winked.

"Hmm, maybe we could go rock climbing," I teased.

"Too taxing."

"Water ballet?"

"Woman, please."

I sauntered over to him. I could see he was already hard, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. We both knew exactly what was going to happen.

"Well then what can we do? We can't have you all gimpy for the rest of your life. We need to stretch out those muscles… but how?"

I straddled him, careful not to rest any weight on his thigh. I could feel his hardness against my inner thigh, and I ground against him gently. It felt damn good. I ran my hands along his chest, raking my fingernails against him, and he hissed when they brushed against his nipples. I don't care what people say about guys not liking their nipples to be touched. Emmett loved that shit.

"Maybe we can start with getting your heart rate up," I said, leaning forward and brushing a kiss on his lips. He wound his arms around me, pulling my shirt up my back so he could stroke the exposed skin. I could tell he was looking for the clasp of my bra.

I sat up, and pulled my shirt over my head, impatient for him to touch my bare skin. I was burning up, heat radiating off of me as I guided his hands to my breasts. I leaned forward to kiss him again as he fondled and worshipped my clothed breasts. His kiss was fierce and determined. We were finally getting what we'd both been aching for.

My hands fiddled with his belt, an obstacle we'd not encountered before. He was back to dressing in jeans and T-shirts. T-shirts I could handle, but belt buckles and zippers were still new. When I was with Edward, we'd never undressed each other. It was always strip yourself, lay down, screw, and redress self.

I was inexperienced with this kind of sex, meaning the kind where I actually wanted intimacy with my partner.

Emmett's pants finally came undone, and we kissed while trying to strip each other completely. It was hard with me still straddling him, but I didn't want to lose contact with him at all.

Soon enough, we were completely naked, and his erection was pressing exactly where I needed it to be. I was soaking wet, and Emmett groaned when he felt it. He was sitting up against his headboard, propped up by pillows. This had to be comfortable for him.

"Emmett, I love you so much," I groaned between kisses. He ran his hands up and down my body, making me arch my back into him. We had never been so close before, never felt the true sensations of skin against skin. It was incredibly erotic, exploring each other's bodies with reverence and tenderness.

We spent ages just getting to know each other's bodies, tracing each scar or muscle contour. Our lips met often, over and over, gasping and moaning, kissing collarbones and jaws and ears. The familiar met with the new.

My hands reached between us to grasp Emmett. He groaned as I stroked him again and again, moving my hips infinitesimally against his, seeking friction. I was already on the edge, and we really hadn't been touching in that way just yet.

"Bella, I want to be inside you," Emmett gasped. "Please."

I adjusted myself so that the tip of his head was right at my entrance. Just the hint of what was to come was about to, well, make me cum. I was just about to lower myself onto him, when Emmett grabbed my hips to still me.

"Wait… condom…" he gasped.

"I'm on the pill, and I'm clean." I prayed he was clean, too.

"Same… well, I mean, I'm not on the pill, but I mean, I'm clean."

I laughed and leaned forward to kiss him. "I'm glad you're not on the pill," I told him, and I bit down on the juncture of his shoulder and neck. We kissed for a few more minutes before it was simply unbearable for him to not be a part of my body. I needed him.

Emmett reached between us this time, feeling between my thighs, and cursing quietly.

"You're so wet," he groaned. "So ready for me."

"I've been ready for months," I told him honestly, giving him one last searing kiss. Emmett stroked himself a few times, and then I helped guide him to my entrance.

I sunk down on him slowly, allowing my body to adjust to his size. It honestly hurt a little bit, but I merely bit my lip and sunk down further until he was fully inside me. I felt so full. I'd never once felt like this. I threw back my head and let out a loud moan.

With Emmett's hands on my hips to help me, I began to move, starting out with shallow bounces, and increasing in pace as Emmett's fingers dug into my hips, silently begging for more.

"Shit, Bella, you feel so tight!" he gasped, and I could tell he was fighting with himself not to thrust up hard into me. I hated that we had to hold back even a little bit.

I leaned forward so that my arms were wrapped around him, and we were impossibly close. I rocked my hips so that we were still fully connected. My clit hit his hipbone every time, and it made me sigh and tighten up. I knew I was close.

"Emmett, I'm so… so…"

He surprised me by smacking me on the ass. "So am I, baby." I had no idea that spanking would turn me on so much, but seconds later I was shouting out Emmett's name with my climax. He followed after a few more thrusts, he joined me, grunting out my name as he stilled and spilled inside me.

He collapsed back, and I reluctantly pulled myself off of him, resting to his side, hugging him tight to me.

"Oh my God, that was amazing," I sighed.

"I agree fully," he said, cupping my breast and making my nipples harden again. "We need to do that again immediately."

I laughed as he half rolled on top of me, still conscious of his leg. I kissed him deeply as he hovered over me. I loved the feel of his sweaty back beneath my palms. It was primal, basic, and wild.

"I also think we need to remember that you, young lady, like to be spanked." To prove his point, he smacked me lightly, and I whimpered into his mouth.

"Baby? Which would you rather? Hot Fuzz or Shaun of the Dead?" Emmett called from the living room, breaking me from my memories. I was currently stirring a pot of spaghetti on the stove, and Emmett was in charge of picking a movie.

"Double feature?" I suggested.

"If you think we'll even get through the first one," he said, winking, entirely too sure of himself.

"Just for saying that, we're watching both, no touching, no exceptions," I said, lying through my teeth. Emmett looked like a scolded little boy who was getting punished.

"Baby, that's just mean," he whined. "I can't help it if I can't keep my hands off you."

I really wanted his hands on me right this second. I had a really hard time denying him anything, but I also thought a little humbleness might not hurt. The boy was cocky, though honestly rightfully so.

"Nope!" I said cheerfully, testing a noodle. Almost perfect. I could hear Emmett still griping in the living room, and knew that I'd more than likely end up giving him a BJ halfway through the first movie. It just worked that way. Then he'd return the favor, and we'd never see the whole thing. It was pretty much inevitable.

I made up our plates, and joined Emmett on the couch; in front of the TV I'd brought with me in the move. We'd also made some redecorating decisions, and Emmett got to keep the poster of the Ferrari so long as my French art poster could make an appearance. It was all about compromise, as I had to keep reminding him over and over.

To reinforce my "no touching" policy, I sat on the opposite side of the couch, which made Emmett pout even as I handed him his full plate of spaghetti and salad.

"Which one did you pick?" I asked casually.

"Hot Fuzz," he said sadly. He looked at me with his sad puppy dog eyes, and I nearly caved.

"Eat your food," I said laughing, and pushed play on the remote.

We ate in silence, except when we paused to laugh at something particularly hilarious. Simon Pegg is the man. I set down my empty plate, and saw Emmett had done the same, and he wasn't watching the movie. I could feel the tension crackle between us as our eyes met. I wanted to give in so badly, wanted to pounce on him and burying him deep between my thighs.

But I couldn't let myself give in just yet. Let him sweat it a little, I told myself.

And then I didn't have to think of ways to torture Emmett anymore, because my phone rang. It was Alice.

"Hello friend," I said cheerfully, moving to the kitchen so that Emmett could keep watching the movie.

"Hola," she chirped. "How're you?"

"Just fine. Watching a movie and trying to keep Emmett's hands off of me."

"WHY?" she asked incredulously.

I laughed. "The man is insatiable, and he needs to learn that he can't just snap his fingers and get some."

"Can't he?" Alice sounded smug.

I sighed. "You know it. It's killing me to not give in!"

"You hussy," she giggled. "Listen, I called to see if you and Em wanted to double with me and Jasper sometime."

"Sure!" I said. "We need to get out more often."

"Hell yes you do! That apartment's like your little love nest. Even baby birds need to leave the nest, and you two are well past the flying stage."

"That's a weird metaphor, but you're right. When?"

"Friday night?"

"I'll ask Emmett and get back to you. Sounds good to me, though, and Emmett is getting more and more stable on his legs."

"And in other things, I'm sure," she said with a smirk in her voice.

"Oh, hush your mouth, you and Jasper are just as bad," I joked.

"You're right about that. Okay, my love, Jasper is waiting for me, blindfolded, tied up, and naked in our bed…"

"Alice!" I squealed. "Eww!!!"

"I'm just kidding!" she said between giggles. "Talk to you later."

"Bye!" I said, and hung up.

I walked back into the living room, considering when I should crack and jump Emmett. After all, thinking about our first time together had definitely got me all riled up and I was more than ready for him.

I sat on the couch, and no longer had to consider anything. Emmett had already made up his mind for us. He slid over to me quickly, and before I could think, he was pulling me into his arms, cutting off any and all protests with his mouth. Not that I was complaining.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. Before I knew it, we were horizontal, and my legs were wrapping around his waist, our kisses becoming feverish. I whimpered into his mouth, wanting more, trying to get closer. I couldn't stop from moving against him, grinding hips against hips.

Somewhere far away, I could hear the splattering of brains in the movie, and it made me giggle. I pulled away from Emmett to laugh at the juxtaposition of gore and erotica.

"What?" Emmett said voice impatient. He looked so cute, his face puzzled and his lips bright red from my teeth and tongue.

"The movie," I laughed.

"Let's forget about the movie," Emmett suggested gruffly, and I very much enjoyed the tone of his voice and what he was implying. Suddenly, nothing was funny anymore.

"Yes, let's," I said, and pulled him in for another arousing kiss.