I (Acireamos) need to say thanks to my buddy Scott for his advice on the car stuff, I just drive cars, I don't know that much about them. But he has assured me that the car I picked is "awesome".

We also want to say thanks to the ladies at Twilighted, it's because of ya'll we are updating so soon. And thanks to withthevampsofcourse, for her inspirational imagery! You will see the benefits of said image in a coming chapter. We'll just suffice to say that Henry Cavill is hawt.

Disclaimer: We don't own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or shiny silver Volvos. Unfortunately for us.

EMPOV

I kept my arm around Rose's waist on our way to the door, trying to discourage the guys that were looking at her lustily. She just laughed at me, but when we got outside she slipped out of my grasp.

"My car is over there." She pointed at a red 1969 convertible Chevy Camaro Super Sport.

It was like déjà vu. She drove the same exact model as my first car. My parents had complained, they didn't like me driving a muscle car but I had restored it myself so they couldn't be too mad. I had good memories of that car, such good memories.

"Really? That's your car?" I walked up to it and touched the hood. This thing was in even better shape than mine had been.

"Yeah, why? Didn't think I knew how to work under the hood of a classic?" She was teasing me now, one eyebrow arched up at me. All I could think about was taking her on the hood of that car.

"No, it's just that I had the same car, it was the first car that I rebuilt." My mind was reeling. "Wait, did you say you worked on this?"

She smiled almost shyly, before answering. "This is my baby. She is the first car I have totally restored. It's taken me a couple of years just to get her in driving shape. She was a mess when I found her, basically just a body, no engine, nothing. I wanted to get her as close to new as I could."

"This car is better than new, Rose." She unlocked the driver's side door and leaned over to open mine. Sliding in, I looked around, amazed. If I thought she would say yes, I would ask her to marry me. I couldn't imagine anyone better for me than her.

"Thanks." She started the engine and the car roared to life, peeling out from the parking spot. It almost seemed like she was showing off a little.

We made it to her place in no time, and went up to her apartment. She unlocked the door and stood aside for me to enter. I stepped in and looked around. The building was older, with lots of detail. Her place was small but spotless, totally unlike my place. I was glad I hadn't suggested we go there. My mom usually came over still to clean up for me every couple of months. Sometimes girls I dated would clean for me, so I never really worried about it.

She swept past me, and I grabbed at her, but she ducked out of my arms.

"I'll be right back, going to change and take off my heels." She headed in the direction of what I guessed was the bathroom.

"You can leave your heels on, if you want." I called over my shoulder as I walked around her living room, checking out her stuff. She had a lot of text books; Edward had mentioned that she was a mechanical engineering major, but not much personal stuff. No family pictures or knick knacks. Normal crap that most girls had all over the place. It didn't look like she had much stuff at all.

"I'll be out in a minute." Her voice was muffled behind the door.

I headed towards her voice, and when I opened the door, I was shocked.

The room I had assumed was a bathroom was actually a bedroom that had been turned into a huge closet. She had shelves and cabinets lining the room and a large mirror against one wall. There were racks and racks of shoes. Well, I guess I found her other obsession.

She stood and looked at me, arching her eyebrows. "I did say I would be out in a minute, didn't I?" She was wrapped in a short white robe, still in her heels.

Dragging my eyes down her long legs, I sputtered, "Yeah, I just got bored and thought I would check on you." I moved over to her, putting my hand on her cheek.

Her jaw clenched, and she pulled away. "I still need to use the restroom; you can wait in here if you want."

I noticed a drawer open in one of the cabinets, with what looked like a lot of leather belts in it. Reaching in, I pulled out the first thing I found. It looked like a dog collar; it even had a loop to attach a leash. She didn't have a dog, why would she…Oh my god.

I sat down on a long bench that occupied the middle of the floor, my breath whooshing out. I still had the collar in my hand when she came back in. Not that I remembered what it was I had been looking at. She had changed from her skirt and sweater into a black satin corset top with matching panties, complete with lace topped thigh highs.

Gasping for air, I clutched at my chest. I thought I had died and gone to sex heaven.

Tsking at me, she took the collar from me. "Not tonight, Emmett. You have to earn that privilege." She walked over to the cabinet it had come out of and bent over, placing it back in and closing the drawer. Turning to look over her shoulder, her eyes were smoldering as she took in my expression.

I, on the other hand, couldn't move. Waiting for her to make a move, I was panting already.

"Now, now. Don't get too excited, we haven't even started."

I grunted at her, unable to speak.

It must have been enough though, because she quickly crossed the room towards me and pushed me down on the bench, crawling up my body. The feeling of her rubbing along the length of my body was torture.

"We're going to play a little game, Em. Okay?"

I nodded.

"I like to do things my way, so if you want to play by my rules then we will get along just fine. If you don't, well let's just say tonight will be more about me than you if it comes to that. Are you still interested?"

Was she serious? My pants were so tight over my erection I thought they would burst.

I nodded again, before saying, "Yeah, that's…"

She put her finger over my lips, "Shh, No more talking. If you need to say something, try to use body language."

I nodded again.

"Good boy! I knew you would pick up quickly." She pulled me up by the collar of my shirt and started unbuttoning it. When she had it open, her hands slid across my chest and down my arms pushing the sleeves off. I shrugged it off and put my hands back down by my sides. She smiled and went back to touching my chest, her hands tracing the contour of every muscle as she worked her way down my abs, her tongue following the path her hands had blazed.

I closed my eyes and let my head hang back, trying to not move until she wanted me to.

Her hands were hovering above the waistband of my jeans, her teeth on my nipple, teasing me when I groaned.

"Are you getting impatient?"

I nodded enthusiastically this time.

"Me too." She stood up and walked out of the room. I followed her, enjoying the view of her ass, framed by her corset and stockings. Her heels lent an extra sway to her hips that did not go unappreciated.

We went across the hallway, and into her bedroom. It was sparsely furnished with only a poster bed and nightstands. The walls were blood red, and the lights were low.

"Take a seat," She gestured towards the end of the bed and waited while I sat down. "Now, scoot up towards the headboard."

I obeyed willingly.

RPOV

He was being very good, listening to me and not arguing like some guys tried to. They don't like losing control, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants, that it didn't bother him.

He was gorgeous. Dark curly hair, dimples when he smiled. And his body. It was like he was carved of stone. Every muscle articulated. I could have spent all night just touching his abs, the sharp way his hips jutted out, the v of muscle leading into his jeans.

I wondered what he would taste like, and leaned down to lick the skin above his waistband.

He groaned and gripped the blanket, trying to keep his hands by his sides, eyes closed. I grinned, he deserved a reward for listening so well.

I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his sculpted legs. He was completely naked, having gone commando for the night. He was definitely a sight. I sat back on my heels and just looked at him for a moment.

When he didn't feel me lay back down, he opened his eyes and looked at me. They were so full of longing that my heart skipped. I was surprised by it; but ignored the feeling.

As I leaned over him, he laid his head down, and sighed. It was such a gentle sound, at odds with his earlier demeanor. I shook my head a little, and breathed in sharply.

I began running my hands up his legs, to where his cock was standing out from his body, thick and long. I grasped him in my hands, squeezing to feel his hardness, before lowering my head.

My mouth closed around him, my tongue swirling the tip, tasting. I watched him through my eyelashes as I took in more of him, until I couldn't go any farther. My hands kept up the rhythm my mouth had set, every inch of him covered. He was straining to hold himself back, and to reward him I started to hum.

"Oh, god…Rose…" He couldn't stay silent any longer. His hands flew to my sides and he pulled me up to face him.

"I'm sorry, I can't…I won't be able…" He was so flustered it was cute.

"Shhh, it's okay." I covered his mouth with my own, silencing him.

He relaxed a little, almost purring as I straddled his hips.

I unhooked my garters and moved to roll my stockings down.

"Let me do that." His voice was low and gravelly.

Nodding, I sat back as he slowly took my shoe off, and then began to roll the hose down my leg, kissing softly as he went. He did the other leg before he reached for my panties, sliding them down a little bit faster. Smiling, he sat back to admire his handy work.

He reached for the ribbons that laced my corset together, untying it quickly. When it was open he reached for my breasts, cupping them in his large hands. His calloused thumbs brushed my nipples, and I mewled like a kitten.

His eyes darted to my face, surprised at the sound. I had to admit I was stunned too. I didn't normally let a guy take over. I was going to have to get control back.

Closing the distance between us, I positioned myself right above him, my knees on either side of his body. His hands moved to cup my ass, guiding me on to him.

We both sighed as I slid down his length, my breasts pushed up against his hard chest. He lifted me, before letting me slid back down, slowly, and I enjoyed the feeling of him stretching me. The friction was amazing. I don't think I had ever had someone as large as him, or as patient.

Our mouths met, biting and sucking at each others lips, when I would take charge he would let me and I didn't mind it when he would assert himself either. We kept the slow pace for awhile, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. I moved my lips to his ear, whispering, "Faster" before tracing the shell of his ear with my tongue.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He laid us down on the bed, his weight pressing onto me, as he began pounding into me. His hips were moving so fast that he had to hold onto my waist so that I wouldn't be pushed off the bed by the force of his strokes. My legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth was on my breasts, sucking my nipples, letting his teeth graze the tips. I could feel the tension building, and ran my hands down his back, feeling the ropy muscles moving underneath. The combination of his mouth and his pace sent me over the edge, at which point he quickly followed.

He held himself off of me, so as not to crush me I guess, and nuzzled my neck. It was a very tender thing to do, and it disarmed me. I had tears in my eyes that I wiped away before he could see. I didn't want him thinking I was some girl that cried every time she had good sex.

"Rose, you are amazing." His voice was low, and he sounded tired.

"Thanks, I guess you aren't too bad yourself." I teased, expecting him to argue with me, defending his skills, but instead he just grinned like he had won the lottery.

This guy was different, that's for sure.

He pulled me up to lay next to him on the pillows. "Let's just rest a little."

"You're not going to sleep are you?" I was horrified, one time? That's all I was going to get?

"Nope, just taking a break. I have a few more things I would like to do before I call it a night."

Satisfied to hear we would not be done for the evening, I laid my head down on his shoulder and dozed right off.

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The next morning I woke up, naked and wrapped in only my sheet. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling satiated. My mind wandered to what had happened last night, actually well into the morning. He had been so patient that I figured we could explore a little. We had played with my scarves; I had tied him up to the bed, blindfolded him, all the while only letting him touch me when I allowed it. He went along with every idea that I had, never complaining, always doing exactly what I asked. It was the most enjoyable night I had ever had.

The bed was empty; he must have gotten up already. I got out of bed and pulled on a robe, heading for the kitchen to make coffee.

When I got in there I was surprised by what I saw.

Emmett, in all his bare glory, was trying to make me breakfast.

He saw me come in and crossed the room, wrapping his arms around me.

I shirked out of his grasp, and poured myself a cup of coffee.

"I would have done that for you, but I didn't know how you took your coffee." He explained cheerfully.

"Don't worry about it." I was a little sharper than I had intended but I didn't want him getting the wrong idea about us.

He looked sad, but recovered quickly. "What do you want for breakfast? You don't have a whole lot of food but I could figure something out. Or I could take you out to eat."

"Listen, Emmett. I had a good time last night and I think you did too," he smiled when I said that, nodding. "But I just don't want you to think that it meant something more. I am really busy right now with school and I don't need any distractions." The realization that I was giving him the brush off speech dawned on him. I wondered how many times he had given this speech.

He put his head down, thinking, before looking up at me, "Rose, I don't say this very often, so I will probably get it all wrong, but I really felt like we shared something last night. I mean, I have never…"

I had to stop him. "Emmett, it's totally normal for you to feel that way. I've had lots of guys tell me that the first time they give up control that it seems special." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I wished I could pull them back. When I had mentioned other guys he had tensed, and I'm sure he was wondering just how many there had been.

He stood very still, trying to calm his breathing, his chin tucked into his chest. After a few moments he raised his head, looking directly at me.

"Well then, I guess I will get out of here, I understand that you are busy." The implication in his words stung me.

He went to get dressed, and I sat at the bar sipping my coffee, trying to clear my head. I had done this before, slept with guys and not gotten attached. This time was going to be no different.

The fact that Emmett was hotter than most guys I was with must be the reason that my body was screaming at me to go in there and tie him back up to the bed. Not that it sounded like a bad idea, but I just needed to stay focused on what was really important, school and my research project. I couldn't afford to get distracted.

I turned when I heard him come back into the room, and his face was stony. I stood up and walked him to the door.

"Can I at least get your number?" He asked quietly.

"Sure, your brother has it, just ask him." It was a low blow, but better to not get his hopes up.

He had almost closed the door behind him, when he stepped back into the entry.

He scooped me up in his arms and kissed me with everything he had. I was starting to melt, when he pulled away, looking at my face as if he were memorizing it.

Without another word he turned and left. My lips were swollen from his kiss, and I liked the feeling that his lips had marked mine somehow. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Mooning over a guy was not my idea of a fun time. I just needed to get cleaned up and I would feel a lot better.

AC: So, what do you think? Do we like kinky Rose?

AN: uh, yeah...and I think kinky Rose just upped the smut factor by 10...in fact, I know she did...

AC: Hey, don't give anything away!

AN: Oh, sorry...I forgot not everyone has read that chapter...

AC: If only there were a way to get these posted quicker...that chapter isn't too far away...

AN: If only...