A/N: Well, that went better than expected. :-D You're all dirty, you know that?? I thought you'd all hate the girl-on-girl lovin', but turns out, you loved it. Hehe. That's OK, I liked it, too, otherwise I wouldn't have written it. ;-) I hope you liked the outtake. There's one for this chapter, but I won't be able to respond to any of your reviews/send the next outtake until Sunday. I'm working at the Hood River Hops Festival tomorrow. Oh yeah, I'm living the dream. ;-) So please send me lots of reviews to brighten up my day when I get home. OK? Thank you. ;-) Thanks as always to LittleLea05.
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EmPOV
Bella woke up the next morning groaning and clutching at her head.
"G'morning, sleepy head," I teased.
"Shut the hell up," she moaned.
I cradled her head in my hands and kissed her forehead. She opened one eye and glared at me through it.
"Why in the hell did you let me drink so much last night?!"
"It wasn't that much," I said, and in my defense, it was true. "You never told me you were a lightweight. And man, Alice was even worse!"
"And the worst part is, she's just fine right now," Bella moaned, and I'm not going to lie, the sound went straight to my dick. I kept having images of her and Alice making out and groping each other, and even though I felt a little jealous seeing my girl kiss anyone other than me, it still riled me up like no other. "Alice has never had a hangover in her life, and I hate her for it!"
"You didn't hate her much last night," I said, tongue in cheek.
Bella groaned into her pillow again. "Oh, right." She looked up then. "You don't hate me, do you?"
"Baby, do you remember what happened after we got home?"
She blushed deeply and nodded. "Yeah…"
"Then you know I definitely don't hate you."
She visibly relaxed and hugged her pillow hard to her body. I was suddenly jealous of said pillow.
"I'm going to make you some coffee and toast, okay?" I said. "And I'll bring you a big glass of water and some aspirin." She smiled gratefully, and I got out of bed, regretting leaving her for anything.
Last night had been… unexpected. And very, very welcome. I had no idea that a drunk Bella would ever amount to a horny Bella, especially considering we'd had sex pretty much since we'd woken up.
I had been shocked that Bella and Alice had a history of making out when drunk. I was pretty sure that was all they'd ever done, but then again, the way their hands had moved so familiarly on each other's bodies, I was wondering what exactly those kisses had entailed. I think I was about to go out of my mind when their lips first touched, and Jasper and I were practically drooling and trying not to get too excited watching them together.
I could tell that they did it for personal pleasure more than anything. They weren't the kind of girls to go making a show out of it, although they did without realizing it. I didn't think they knew that every eye in the place, male or female, had been on them, panting with lust. Yeah, back off fellas, ladies. That girl is mine. I knew Jasper was thinking the exact same thing, and when we had joined them on the dance floor, it had just gotten better.
Fuck, and I was hard again just thinking about it, and I knew Bella wouldn't be in the mood to help me out with it. I could tell she was nursing quite the hangover, and I really wanted to feel guilty about it, and for having sex with her when she was still under the influence, but I just couldn't find it in me to feel bad. Last night had been incredible, even if she had been a terrible cocktease the entire night.
I fixed her toast and coffee, and brought her medicine as promised. She smiled thankfully at me, and gulped it all down quickly.
"Feel better?"
"A little. I just want to sleep some more," she said, this time cuddling into my side. Now this was more like it.
I put the TV on low volume as she slept, and I flipped between a Top Gear episode and a show on volcanoes on the Discovery Channel. I don't care what anyone says, Top Gear is the best show ever. Hot, fast cars and hilarious British guys equaled a good time in my book.
Bella woke up an hour later, probably no thanks to my sporadic bursts of laughter whenever the Top Gear guys said "al-oo-min-ee-um" and "coo-pay" and made jokes about fat Americans.
"Did I really make out with Alice last night?" she asked.
"Sure shootin'," I said, grinning at her.
"Okay, just checking." She snuggled into my side. "That's the first time in a long time that we've done that."
"Is that… all… you've done?" I asked hopefully. For some reason, the only thing I wanted my girlfriend to tell me at that moment was that she and Alice had been writhing together someplace, completely naked and all their good parts were rubbing together and…
"Yeah, that's all," she said, and my dreams were shot to hell. Oh well, a guy can imagine, right?
"Well, have you and Jasper ever done anything?" she teased, tracing the edge of my nipple through my T-shirt. Damn, I loved it when she did that.
"HELL NO," I said, grimacing even as she made me feel insanely good. She laughed.
"Just checking. That would be sexy as hell, just so you know," she said, placing a kiss under my ear. I frowned at her. That would most definitely NOT be hot, I thought to myself.
We laid there in bed together for a long while, simply enjoying Saturday morning TV and each other. Bella kept rubbing circles across my stomach, and I felt like purring. I was so content at this moment. I could just picture us like this, ten, twenty, fifty years down the road. Simple, easy, loving.
The "future fantasies" were becoming more and more frequent. I wanted to talk with Bella about them, but as it stood, we were still unsure what she was going to do after graduation, let alone what our plans were next year or sixty years from now.
For now, I'd just have to be satisfied with holding her just like this, reveling in how perfectly she fit in my arms.
As if she knew what I was thinking, Bella adjusted herself in my arms to look at me. I muted the TV. "What?"
"I just remembered. The reason I came home and jumped you."
"Because I'm a sexy beast you want to tame with your pussy?"
She smacked me hard against my chest as I laughed. "No you idiot! I got a job offer!"
"What?! Really? That's great!" I kissed her enthusiastically.
"Yeah, it's at the Wisconsin State Journal," she said excitedly. "It's not like I'll be writing articles or anything, but it means that I'll be able to get close to the industry, you know? Get a foot in the door. And it's not delivering coffee, either, its working right with the editors, in their offices, bouncing ideas off of them, working on the final product!" Her brown eyes were shining with excitement, and I was excited right with her. She'd be in Madison, with me. No worrying about long distance relationships, because I knew right now it'd be a problem. I couldn't be without Bella. It physically hurt me to be away from her.
"I'm so happy for you, my love," I said, pulling her in for a kiss. "You'll be perfect for it, I know." Bella had wanted to be a writer in any capacity practically since birth, even I knew that. And I knew being a journalist was something she could really be happy doing, so long as she could work on her novels on the side.
"Emmett, I'm so happy I can stay here with you. I won't have to keep searching, not out of town, not anywhere. I'll be here. Home."
My heart swelled as she talked about here being home. With me.
"Bella, tell me you love me," I said, rolling on top of her and entwining my fingers with hers.
"I love you," she said, smiling up at me, eye shining.
"Tell me you won't leave me."
"I'll never leave you," she promised.
"Tell me I'm the only one."
"Always and forever, only you," she declared. Her eyes were soft and dreamy. I started running my hands up and down her body, causing her to sigh. I was starting to get to know her body very, very well, and I knew that if I just brushed against the small of her back… Her body bowed towards me, warm and willing. Bingo, there it is.
"Tell me I'm the sexiest man you've ever seen."
"Well that should be a given," she said, and burst into giggles when I began kissing her neck, using my teeth.
"Tell me you're going to let me fuck you silly right now," I continued.
She could only squirm and laugh as my hands trailed up her ribcage. Fuck, her skin was smooth. Flawless and creamy, it beckoned to me no matter what occasion.
"Tell me where your rebel base is!" I said, tickling her sides, and she doubled over, nearly kneeing me in the groin.
"Never!" she shouted, tears now streaming down her face. Seconds later, "Uncle, uncle!"
I relented, and she attacked me, pinning me down. She was surprisingly strong when she wanted to be. My hands were held, nearly useless above my head. Although, I was pretty sure that if I really wanted to escape, it'd be all too easy. Still, I didn't mind being held captive by my angel.
"You know… I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board," she quoted perfectly, Carrie Fisher's bizarre accent and all. If I weren't already madly in love with this woman, I'd fall for her right then, straddled across my waist, wearing nothing but my old football jersey I'd stolen senior year, and completely bare underneath, and quoting Star Wars. Her hair was messy, and she'd probably kill me for letting me see her with her makeup all smudged, but she looked perfect.
God, I was SUCH a pussy. But hell, if being a pussy meant I could have everything I wanted then hell, make me the King of Pussies. That's not such a bad thing, come to think of it…
My stupid stomach chose that moment to make its protest, and I frowned at it while Bella burst into laughter again.
"Should we feed you, baby?" She raked her fingernails up and down my stomach, and I groaned.
"Yes please," I said, and I followed her out into the kitchen.
"Damn," she said, rooting around in the cupboards. "We really need to go shopping. Wanna make a run after lunch?"
"Sure," I said, eager to get out of the house again. I hadn't minded being here, especially alone with Bella, but it was really nice to see something other than these, what fifteen or so walls?
After lunch, we jumped in her car and drove to the store. I manned the cart, using it as a crutch instead of my actual crutches. I hated looking gimpy in public. Last night at the club had been painful to stand, let alone pretend to dance for as long as we had, and add to that the pain of semi-blue balls, and I was hurting. I was healing, but I was no Superman. Not yet, anyway.
Bella added most things to the cart, but I also tossed in a few essentials.
"Emmett, no, we do not need Cheetos," Bella scolded. I gave her my best pouty face.
"But Bella, I was on bed rest for two months. Nearly three! And all I got to eat was soup and Jell-O…"
She sighed and put the bag back in the cart, and I grinned triumphantly.
"Just like a child," I could hear her mutter under her breath.
We were almost done… almost… when I caught a flash of blonde hair going around the corner. Whoa, that was weird, it almost looked like…
Bella chose that exact moment to go down that exact same aisle.
Rosalie.
She was staring at a selection of shampoo products, doing that annoying thing where she chewed on one fingernail. That nail was always shorter than the rest of them, even though she always kept it impeccably manicured.
I tried to make myself look as small as possible, which was of course impossible, and looked everywhere else but at her. I did not want this to be happening, especially when I took notice of what was in the front of her cart.
A little boy, with dark brown hair and brilliant blue eyes, was sitting in the cart, babbling to himself. He couldn't have been more than one.
"Emmett, which do you like better? Mango or strawberry?" Bella asked, and to me, it sounded like her voice was amplified, louder than usual.
Rosalie, of course, turned to see if the Emmett in question was really me.
Unfortunately, it was.
"Emmett!" Rosalie said, sounding much more pleasant than she usually did. She shocked the hell out of me by hugging me. "How are you?!"
"I'm… okay…" I hedged. "How're you?"
"Oh I'm just great! Here, I want you to meet my son, Liam."
How in the hell do you meet an infant?
"Hi there, Liam," I said awkwardly. "He's cute," I added, for Rosalie's benefit. She beamed.
"He is, isn't he? He's the best." She got a soft look on her face, one I'd never expect to see on her face ever. Motherhood changes people, I guess.
Someone cleared their throat, and I jumped, having forgotten all about my girlfriend. She was still standing by our cart, two different kinds of shampoo in her hands.
"Bella! This is my girlfriend, Bella," I said, pulling her towards me. "Bella, this is…"
"His ex, Rosalie."
Bella shot me a terrified look, but bravely put her hand forward. "Nice to meet you," she said, but her voice was shaky. Fuck.
"And this is my son, Liam," Rosalie said proudly.
Bella turned white as a sheet.
A/N: First of all, don't hurt me!!! Have a little faith in me, and in Emmett. Second... reviews for outtakes!!!