A/N: So, you may be able to tell that I was in an incredibly sappy/sexy mood when I wrote this, though I'm sure you won't mind. :-) Thank you SO much for all the reviews!!! Holy cow, there were 100 in 2 chapters!!!!!!!!! I can't believe it. You guys rock so hard. :-D Thanks as always to LittleLea05 for putting up with my constant updates!!! Hehe. The trip to Forks is next chapter.

Disclaimer: Plot's mine, characters aren't.

EmPOV

"Isabella Marie Swan," the dean said slowly, and Bella marched across the stage to accept her diploma. I knew she was nervous, thinking she was going to face plant right on stage, but she walked confidently across the platform, took her diploma in her left hand, and shook hands with the dean with her right. I could tell she was beaming, even though we were miles away.

Charlie, Renee, my parents and I all cheered uncontrollably from the metal bleachers. We'd done the same for Alice, and would for Jasper here in, what, nine hours or so?

It seemed like we had been sitting in the baking sun for days, and I was pretty sure I was going to get a pretty bad burn. That wouldn't be comfortable.

Bella made her way down the steps, stopped in the mandatory post-grad photo shoot they'd charge us for later, and then made her way to her little white chair in the middle of the field. She was staring at the diploma in her hands like it was a foreign object, an ancient document that had to be held with delicate hands, or else it'd break apart and be lost forever. I could see the pride and joy on her face.

It didn't even sting one bit that I wasn't up there with her. I had accepted that my path had gone in a slightly different direction, and I was nothing but proud of my girl. Besides, a year from now, she'd be sitting through this torture so she could cheer for me. Good plan.

Renee and my mom were busy wiping away tears, while our fathers shook hands excitedly. I was too busy smiling down at my girl.

Jasper also strolled across the stage, and we hollered for him. I tried not to notice how my mom clutched her hands to her chest like some lovesick schoolgirl. Disgusting.

And then, miraculously, the ceremony was over, and we were allowed to file out to find our graduates. Luckily, they'd found each other first, and were waiting under the shade of an oak tree, peeling off their polyester robes. Bella was absolutely stunning in her dress, which was this floaty material with tiny blue flowers on it.

I moved to her as quickly as possible, and kissed her hard. I had surprised her, and her lips were already parted, and I couldn't help but take advantage of it. She threw her arms around my neck, whapping me in the back of the head with her diploma. I broke away, laughing, and everyone else was laughing, too. During my haste to kiss my girl, I'd forgotten about Jasper and Alice, our parents, Jasper's parents, and who I could only assume were Alice's folks.

"Congratulations, baby," I said with a laugh, feeling my cheeks heat up with a slight blush. Bella was way ahead of me.

"Thanks," she said, beaming, and then she was pulled into the arms of our parents. I hugged Alice and shook Jasper's hand, and we all stood under the tree and talked. I wound my arm around her, feeling so proud of my girlfriend. I kept sneaking in kisses when she wasn't occupied in conversation.

"I can't wait to take you home," I whispered, and she shuddered.

"I can't wait either. Wait till you see what's under this dress," she said, and I was instantly hard, my brain racing over all the possibilities. So not the time to get an erection… Too many parents in the immediate vicinity.

"You're very, very naughty for saying that," I whispered, and my hand slipped low onto her back, dangerously close to her ass. She whimpered.

"Okay, guys, we have reservations for lunch in a half an hour, we need to get out of here!" my dad announced after we'd taken ten billion photos in all combinations. My face was killing me from smiling so much.

We piled into cars, ours being a rental my parents had gotten, and sped towards the restaurant. I was hard as a rock, and it was becoming painful, and Bella wasn't being incredibly helpful about it. She kept massaging my knee, and letting her fingers trail up and down my leg as she drove. I kept sending her Jedi mind signals to move her hand just a little more north, but she didn't do it, probably thanks to the fact that Jasper and Alice were in the back seat. Then again, I was also pretty sure they were probably up to the same antics. As it was, Alice was sitting as close to Jasper as was possible in their seat belts would allow.

I tried very hard to think of other things besides what could possibly be under Bella's dress… a thong? Boyshorts? Lace? Silk? Cotton? Nothing at all? Shit….

Bella pulled up at the restaurant, giving me a knowing smile. She knew exactly what she did to me, and she knew she was being evil. I sat in the car just a little bit longer than the rest, trying to kill the beast in my pants. It fought back with a vengeance, but I managed to tame it and make it behave before I got out of the car and took Bella's hand.

Dinner was loud and boisterous, as four families gathered together. It was amusing to me that all four of us "kids" were only children. I hoped that our kids wouldn't be.

Oh my God, my mind did NOT just go there, did it? Am I really thinking about kids? Yup, I just think I did.

At first, I was really hoping that Bella would give me a hand job under the table or something, anything to soothe the ache I was feeling, but I was pretty sure that a hand job under the table at a club was entirely different than a hand job under the table at a restaurant with our families. Not that kind of mood. Still, I was rock solid and dying for Bella. I couldn't wait to get her home and bend her over the couch and… Fuck, this was not helping the situation at all.

"You okay there, Emmett?" my dad asked, and eleven pairs of eyes were trained on me immediately.

"Huh? What?"

"You look like you're about to explode there, buddy," Jasper snickered, and then realized that Bella's hands were not underneath the table at all.

Bella blushed, and I felt like an idiot when we all realized what Jasper had been implying.

"No, no, no…" Bella kept saying, and I covered my face with my hands as our families laughed all around us.

"God, this is humiliating," I whispered to Bella, who couldn't stop staring at her plate.

"Emmett, man, I'm sorry," Jasper said, still gasping for breath between guffaws.

Normally, I would have been right there with him, but all of our parents were there, and they all thought… even though I'd wanted it, but would never ask… that Bella had been giving me a hand job under the table. No, no, that was just me, being a perv and imagining what or what not my girlfriend was wearing under her skirt and what access that would allow me…

"GOD, that was embarrassing," Bella groaned as we climbed into the rental a few hours later. This time, we all laughed, "we" being Jasper, Alice, me and Bella. Our parents had gone back to their hotels, and we were dropping Jazz and Ali off at their place before finally heading home ourselves. Despite that awkward moment in the restaurant, I was still hard as a rock thinking about Bella and all the things I'd do to her when we got home.

"You should have seen your face, Em," Jasper howled. "I thought you were gonna die!"

"Yeah, well, you might just be the one to die, if you don't stop being a jackass," I threatened without force behind it. "I can't believe you said that in front of my folks."

He merely shrugged and gave me that shit-eating grin of his. I merely flipped him off, and we dropped off Jasper and Alice at their apartment to fuck like bunnies. Well, that was fine. That's what Bella and I were going to do.

I held Bella's hand all the way home, loving how soft her hands felt.

"You know, I was going to do it," she said.

"Huh?"

"I was going to do it. Give you a hand job under the table," she said casually, as if this tiny bit of information wasn't going to make my jaw drop and my cock to painfully press against my dress pants.

"You were?!" I asked breathlessly.

"Yeah, too bad Carlisle and Jasper caught on. It would've been hot."

Shit, my girl was thinking dirty thoughts just like me. Fuuuuuck, I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

"Fuck, baby, did you have to tell me that now? I've been hard all day, you little cocktease!"

"Aww, honey, I'm sorry," she said, and reached over to stroke me through my pants. It took everything I had in me not to fucking cum in my pants like a thirteen year old boy touching himself to his first nudey magazine.

"Jesus, Bella!" I choked out, thankful we were nearly home. She kept rubbing me through my pants, driving me absolutely insane. My body was tight, trying extremely hard not to cum.

I was having a hard time breathing. My eyes shut, and my head rolled back, hitting the head rest. She wasn't even touching me skin to skin, and I already felt like I was going to lose it. It was too much.

I hadn't even realized that she had pulled into a parking space and stopped the car until I felt her hands unzipping my pants and pulling me free. I looked down lazily, and just about died when I saw nothing but her dark brown hair descending on my cock.

BPOV

I don't know exactly what possessed me to give him car head less than forty feet from our own home, but somehow, I couldn't stop myself, or bring myself to care than any one of our neighbors could walk by and see. The only thing I could think of was pleasuring Emmett.

I sucked on the head, knowing that's what he loved best, and ran my tongue around the rim, hearing him grunt in pleasure. His hands wound into my hair, guiding me, but never forcing me. I pumped him with my hand, and licked up and down his cock, knowing exactly what he likes, and how he likes it.

"Fuck, Bella," he kept gasping. "I'm gonna…" Wow, that was fast. Then again, I knew he'd been hard for at least three hours. Poor guy.

I pumped him hard a few more times, and hollowed out my cheeks, and soon enough, Emmett was barking out my name and profanities, and he was spilling into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, and quit pumping him when he got too sensitive.

"Oh God, Bella," he moaned. "So good. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said, tucking him back into his pants and buttoning him up. I kissed the side of his neck, and he groaned.

"Let's go inside now," he said. "Today is supposed to be about you, and I've got plenty of plans for you, my love."

"Mmm, really?"

"Oh yes," he said, and we were both bolting to the front door, Emmett fumbling with the keys.

"Come on!" I said, feeling rather desperate. He turned towards me, his eyes dark and full of lust. And then he growled. Gahhh, I love it when my man growls. It does stuff to me, and then I need him inside me immediately.

We pushed through the unlocked door, and then I found myself being pushed onto our new comfy couch, Emmett hovering over me, eyes hungry. He took my hands into his, pinned high above my head. "Keep them there," he said huskily, and I obeyed.

He ran his hands down my body, running down my ribs, pausing to tease my nipples through my dress, but not stopping long enough to pull away the fabric. "So perfect, so beautiful," he murmured. "And so smart, my lover, my graduate. I'm so proud of you." He kissed me once, twice, three times. Each kiss was deeper than the next, each one assuring me both of his love and his need for me. I responded in kind, trying to tell him with my tongue what my heart was feeling.

His hand crawled up my skirt, pushing it past my hips, bunching it around my waist.

"Fuck me," he groaned when he realized what panties I was wearing. They were the white lacy things Alice had made me buy when we went to Port Angeles to buy this dress. The strapless bra matched, and I hoped he'd discover that fact soon. There were too many layers between us as is.

"Emmett," I moaned. "Please, I want to feel you." I pulled him up by his shoulders, and started to unbutton his shirt frantically. I was still unused to having to navigate around buttons. He pulled back and shrugged off his shirt, revealing the white T-shirt he'd had underneath it, and I moaned when I saw how damned good he looked, and at the bulge he was sporting once again. My boy had good recovery time.

"You're so sexy," I groaned, and helped him pull off his T-shirt and pants, till he was only in his boxer briefs. Good Lord, I am the luckiest woman in the world. Emmett was a sex god, pure and simple, built for driving me insane.

"You're wearing too many clothes, Miss Alumni," he smirked. "Let me help you with those clothes."

He sat me up, and pulled down the zipper slowly, taking his sweet time, knowing exactly how it would torture me. I wanted to be naked, and now.

"Come on, baby," I whimpered. "I want to feel you, and all of you." I was getting impatient.

"Patience, my love," he said, kissing my neck. "This is all about you, baby, and I'm going to make sure you enjoy every moment." He kissed my mouth again, enticing my tongue into his mouth so we could battle. At the same time, his hands pulled down my dress so that it pooled around my waist as we sat there kissing. I wrapped my arms around him, needing to be closer.

"Emmett," I sighed as he laid me back down on the couch. He kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, and down between my breasts as he urged me to raise my hips to get rid of the dress. I was happy to oblige.

"God, you're so beautiful," he moaned again, finally cupping my breasts and taking my nipple into his mouth through the fabric. He continued to kiss his way down my body, taking his time to get each and every freckle, and dipping his tongue into my belly button and down my hip bones. I was writhing against him with every movement, desperate for more, adoring the way he was worshiping me.

He kissed me through my panties, and ran his tongue flat against me. "Emmett," I sighed again. To my utter disappointment, he pulled back and came back up my body to kiss me again. Not that I didn't want him to kiss me… it was just the other lips I wanted to be kissed.

He pulled down the lacy cup of my bra to expose my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth. I sighed, and ran my fingers through his hair, keeping him there. It always felt amazing when he did this. He kneaded the other still-clothed breast, and I tried very hard to grind myself against him as he did this. I needed friction. My entire body was on fire.

"Emmett, please," I moaned. "I need you!" I wasn't above begging at this point.

"It's all about you, baby," he said again, and started his descent again. This time, he hooked my panties in his thumbs and pulled them down my legs. Finally.

He looked up at me with that damned cocky look on his face, like he knew exactly how he was going to make me feel, and he was damned proud of it. I wished there was some way to deflate his ego a bit, but damn it, he was as good as he knew he was, and I wasn't complaining.

There was nothing hotter than Emmett between my legs. I loved that he was the only man who had ever done this to me, the only man I ever trusted to do this with me. His tongue and lips felt incredible. He went straight for the prize, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard.

"Shit!" I screamed, my hips rising off the couch, silently begging for more. I already felt like I was on the edge. Emmett winked, and then went back to work, adding his fingers, and lapping at me like he was a starving man.

"Oh… oh God… Emmett!" I shouted as I fell over the cliff, my eyes crossing slightly as he drew out the orgasm, making it last longer and longer. Several mini-orgasms later, and I was weak and boneless. "Fuck," I sighed, extremely pleased. So was Emmett. He looked like the cat that ate the canary, and I couldn't stop him from kissing me deeply, despite tasting my own juices on his lips and chin.

"I need you inside me," I whispered, and he groaned. I pushed down his briefs and guided him to me, and he sank into me, filling me completely. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him enter me more deeply, and we both sighed and whimpered at the feeling. I wasn't going to last long, and I knew he wasn't, either.

"Damn it, Bella," he gasped. "You make me last like a teenage boy all over again!" I squeezed my muscles around him, making him gasp and whimper. "Not… fair…" he said against my neck. His pace increased, and his hips were hitting my clit just right, each thrust making my toes curl.

I couldn't hold out any longer, and I shouted out my second orgasm. "Fuck!" Emmett grunted as he came inside me. We collapsed onto each other, and I welcomed his weight over me.

"I think I owe you one more, or maybe two," he finally said, shifting above me and pulling out. I hated that feeling, but I knew it had to happen in order to feel the pleasure of him entering me again. Which I hoped would be sometime very, very soon.

"I think I like this present," I said, grinning.

"Oh no, this is just a bonus," he said, grinning right back. "Hang on!"

"Emmett, you didn't have to-" I said, but it was too late, he was running back into the bedroom, butt naked and sexy as hell. It was rather comical, but I didn't laugh. After all, how could you ever laugh at Emmett's naked ass? It was certainly a sight to behold.

He came back in after shuffling around in what sounded like his sock drawer, and this time I enjoyed the full monty, so to speak. How did I end up so lucky…?

"I wanted to give you this now… well, actually, I wanted to make it a little more romantic or special or whatever, but you know, naked makes everything better!" He winked at me.

"I heartily agree," I said. "You really didn't have to get me anything."

"Of course I did," he said, as if I were silly. He handed me a small, white box with a silver bow on top.

Oh God. Good things come in small boxes, right? That's what Alice had always told me. But he wasn't gonna propose naked, was he?

I flipped open the lid, and sighed with relief and happiness. It wasn't a ring; it was a beautiful necklace, white gold with a pendant shaped like a key.

"I thought, you know, it's a new chapter in your life, and you have a lot of options in life. The world is open to you. And also, you know, it unlocks my heart. You've got the key to my heart, baby." He smiled, looking shy, and I couldn't help but adore his cheesy words. God, he was perfect.

"It's beautiful," I sighed. "Put it on me!" I turned and he clasped it around my neck. It fell right between my breasts, and he eyed me hungrily again.

"Let's get rid of this," he said, discarding my bra, and then set back to look at me again.

"There we go. Perfect."

"Thank you," I said, leaning in to kiss him. "I love it. And I love you."

"I love you, too," he said, eyes soft suddenly. "Congratulations, love."

"And it'll be your turn in a year… what should I get you?" I asked playfully.

"Oh, I can think of a thing or two," he said, winking, and then he was pulling me down on top of him and I was lost in his kiss once more.

A/N II: Reviews get you Emmett's magic fingers and tongue. ;-)