A/N: Well, this is the last chapter. We are so flattered by how much everyone loves the story and want you guys to know that it has meant a lot to hear from you! We will be writing an epilogue, actually have some written already, so you will hear a little more from us on the story.
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EMPOV
All day all I could think about was Rose. Laying on her bed, legs spread, wet and ready for me. It was too much for me to handle.
I honestly couldn't even remember what Alice had said. I know she wanted us to accept the whole situation with her and Jasper but between thinking about Rose and her command for me and wanting to get back to her for my reward, my brain was scrambled.
I left Edward and Jasper's apartment as quickly as I could. Once I was in my car though, I realized that Rose had probably gone home. If we were going to do what she had said, then we would definitely need to be at her place.
After the last few minutes, thinking about the afternoon and evening ahead of me, I realized that my hand was starting to disobey Rose. I didn't want to miss out on what she had planned, so I called her cell phone to find out where she was. Surprisingly, she was at the library. I offered to swing by and pick her up but she said she would be a little while so if I wanted to hang out while she finished up, that would work for her.
I headed to campus, parking in the staff parking lot and walked to the library. It was starting to get cold and I had forgotten to grab a jacket before I left; only wearing a t-shirt and a hoodie. Thinking about what the cold did to me, my thoughts shifted to Rose without a jacket, her nipples jutting through her lace bra and her thin shirt.
Ugh.
My hand was rubbing again, this was not good.
I needed to get to her fast. Maybe we could find ourselves a secluded part of the library and do a little extracurricular homework.
Damn it.
I had to stop.
The library was crowded, and I wondered if we would even be able to find a spot that wasn't occupied. I headed up to the quiet study floor where Rose said she was studying. I found her at a table off to the side.
"Hey, there baby." I slid in to the seat across from her. She had books scattered all over the table and she was working on her laptop.
"Hey, you. How did the talk with Alice go?" She was chewing on a pen, holding it in her full lips.
God, was she trying to kill me?
"Um, it went ok. She was pretty upset at us." I couldn't even remember anything Alice had said so that I could tell her about it.
"Were you distracted during the talk?" She leaned down, her voice low. My eyes shifted instinctively to her tits. I couldn't help myself. Good thing my hand was still in my pocket.
"Yeah, I was." I was breathing hard.
"Did you follow my instructions?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Uh huh"
She slid down in her seat, and I could feel her knees spread, outside of mine. Her hands moved to her lap.
I scooted my chair back, affording me a better view under the table and smiled at her.
Rose's head fell back as rubbed the inside of her thighs, right up to her panties. It didn't even matter to me that the library wasn't exactly empty. I just kept watching her hands.
After a few minutes of teasing me, she stopped, smiled and leaned towards me again.
"Good boy. You are following my command well."
Damn her.
I had to get her out of here. And back to her place. Now.
"So, how much more studying do you have? A lot? Can't you just check those books out, we can grab some dinner and eat at your place." I was trying to be nonchalant but I knew she could see right through me.
"I thought we could go out to dinner, you know, maybe go dancing?" She giggled at the expression on my face.
I sputtered, trying to come up a reason we needed to go home, an excuse to keep her from torturing me all night.
And then I realized that whatever she wanted to do I was game for. She could have told me to wear that collar to meet with Alice and I would have done it. Shit, she could tell me to wear it to hang out my parents and, if it would make her happy, I would do it.
I just looked down at the floor, trying to calm down, and when I looked back up nodding, I was surprised.
Rose had the most beautiful smile on her face. It was like she could tell the conclusion I had reached, and it was everything she had ever wanted.
"We can just go back to my place, Em. I think you deserve your treat a little earlier than I had planned."
Fuck yes!
I grabbed her in my arms and swung her around as I whooped out loud. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder.
"Eager are we?"
"You have no idea." I grabbed her books and put them in a messy pile, while she gathered her notes and her laptop, sliding them into her bag.
We headed out the door, my arm around her waist, practically skipping in excitement. If I wasn't mistaken I would say she was just as excited about this as I was.
The car ride was quick; I raced to get us there. When we pulled up in front of her apartment, I jumped out, running to the other side to help her out. I never acted this protective of girlfriends, but it just felt right. She smiled at my overeager behavior but never chastised me for it.
Once we were in her apartment, my hands were itching to touch her, but I didn't know what the plan was. She said I would get a prize, the collar, if I was good all day. And I had tried to be good.
I followed her down the hallway to her closet and waited while she picked out a few things. Trying not to look I focused instead on her clothes, her shoes. She always dressed so nice, like she was going for a job interview everyday.
It was a sharp contrast to my wardrobe, of jeans, t-shirts and tennis shoes. I sighed. Whatever. As long as Rose didn't mind, I was okay.
I turned around, intending to comment on the vast difference in our clothing style, but my mouth fell open at the sight of her.
She was wearing my old college basketball jersey and nothing else. I still had it in my closet and I guess she had found it while I was gone. It was huge on her, the neck and arms gaping open. And it was the hottest thing I had ever seen on her. And she had worn some hot stuff.
Shit.
How am I supposed to put off the sex when she is wearing my number?
I lunged towards her, and she tsked, slipping out of my grasp.
"Now, now. If you want to wear the collar, you'll have to learn how to behave."
I grumbled, but held still.
She nodded. "Good boy. Now strip, and make it worth my while." The corner of her lips pulled up, as she was trying to stifle a smile.
Ok. I could do this. I could so do this.
I took a deep breath and pulled my hoodie over my head. My shirt had pulled up, baring my abs and I could have sworn I heard her gasp. I smirked, looking over at her but she had recovered and had a stern look on her face.
Damn. She was going to be a hard ass about this.
"Now, Em. I said make it good, not rush through it. I want to enjoy the show."
I turned around thinking that it would be easier to take my time if I couldn't see her sitting there in my jersey looking as fine as ever. My hands went to hem of my t-shirt and I slowly pulled it off. I could feel the muscles in my back straining as I moved slowly.
"Much better." Her voice was a little lower than it had been before.
Good.
Kneeling down, I untied my shoes, tossing them to the side. My socks went next and I stood back up, taking my time. I undid the button on my jeans and unzipped them, before dropping them to the floor. I stepped out from the puddle of denim and turned to face her.
Her eyes were glazed and her mouth hung open. She was running her hand through her hair, and breathing hard.
"So, how'd I do?" I laughed quietly when she didn't respond. "Rose?"
"Huh?" She shook her head, as if she were clearing her head. "Well, that was pretty good, I guess it will do."
"Only pretty good?" I stepped closer to her, not stopping when she raised her hands to block me.
"Uh huh." She was staring again, but her gaze was a little lower than before when she had been entranced by my pecs and eight pack. I had always known it would pay off to keep in playing shape.
"Are you sure?" By now, my lips were at her ear. I could feel her trembling, and reflexively started rubbing my hands up and down her arms to soothe her.
"Emmet, if you want to wear the collar, you're going to have to obey me." She was trying to stay calm, but her voice was husky when she spoke.
"But what if I want to be bad?"
She moaned, her defenses weakening and I crushed my mouth to hers quickly. She hesitated before responding, sliding her arms around my neck. I picked her up, never breaking the kiss and carried her into her bedroom.
When I set her down on her bed she crawled to the middle and moved to pull off my jersey over her head.
"No. Leave it on." I liked seeing her in it too much.
She smiled at me, and crooked her finger. "You coming up?"
I growled and jumped on the bed, startling her. She shrieked and turned to crawl away.
"Where do you think you are going?" I pulled her under me and pressed my lower body into hers. "We're not done here yet, and won't be for a while."
She sighed happily, and wiggled her hips under me. "Ok, player. Give me your best shot."
I laughed at her again, and swept her hair off of her neck. I stared down at the long column of her throat before slowly dragging my lips up it. She had expected me to be rough, and a whimper escaped her at the soft touch of my mouth.
I skimmed back down, pushing the edge of my jersey down with my nose. It revealed just the swell of her breasts but not any farther. I didn't want her to take it off, so I nuzzled her breast through the rough fabric. Her back arched up off the bed at the sensation, so I took her nipple into my mouth, jersey and all. Sucking hard on the tip, I rubbed my tongue against it.
She was panting already, and her legs had fallen open around my hips. I ground myself into her wetness, groaning when I felt how ready for me she was. I guess today wasn't just difficult for me.
The idea of her thinking of me and touching herself shot through my brain like fireworks and my hips bucked hard.
I was going to try to take this slow, but there was no way that was happening now.
Biting down hard on her nipple, I pulled the other one, pinching it with my fingers. She was moaning loudly now, and I loved it. I craved the sounds she made.
I reached down and positioned myself at her core, rubbing myself in her juices. I thrust in, hard and began pumping in and out furiously. Her nails were digging into the muscles at my shoulders and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed.
My hips were swinging wildly and she wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass, pushing me in farther with every push. The front of my jersey was soaked, and her nipples were pushing through, begging for me to continue. I kept up my pattern of biting and sucking, as my hands held on to her slim waist, keeping her steady despite the force of my thrusts.
Her back arched again, and I could feel her getting close. She was murmuring so breathlessly I couldn't tell what she was saying, until she cried out, her body convulsing, shaking with the power of her orgasm.
The tightening of her walls around me was all I could handle, and I felt myself release into her. It seemed to go on forever, as I shook above her, squeezing out every moment of ecstasy.
I caught myself with my forearms before falling on her, and once I opened my eyes again, I looked down at her.
Her face was flush, her mouth swollen from our kisses, and she was talking deep breaths. I leaned down and kissed her, slow and tenderly while my tongue traced the outline of her lips. She smiled against my mouth, her hands sliding into my hair, scratching at my scalp.
"I really like you in my jersey."
"You think?" She laughed at me quietly. "I'm glad. I like that you like me in your jersey."
"Good. It's like it marks you as mine or something." That sounded so caveman of me but it was the truth.
"So, I am yours, huh?"
"Yep. Mine." I squeezed her close to me. "All mine."
"I kind of like the sound of that." She smiled up at me. "So, did you want to work in the collar tonight? I mean, you definitely earned it."
"Whatever you want, I am game." I was being honest, I trusted her.
"Hmmm, you tempt me with your submission," her lids were low and her voice sultry as she looked at me. "You know how I like that."
I did, I totally did.
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My neck was stiff when I heard my phone ring the next morning. I tried to move, but couldn't. And then I remembered why.
I was currently tied up to the posts of Rose's bed, still wearing the collar. She was curled up next to me, one leg thrown over mine and her arm across my chest.
After a few minutes of the ringing and my nudging her, she finally woke up. She sat up awkwardly, still wearing her corset from last night. She must have rolled off of me and passed out after our last round. I had probably been out right afterwards, so I understood.
"Good morning." She smiled down as she leaned down to kiss me.
"You too. You don't think you could untie me now, do you? I needed to answer my phone.
"Oh, I'll go grab it for you." She hopped off the bed and hurried into the hallway. I stretched my neck so that I could watch her go, her ass swaying ever so slightly, with nothing to cover it; she only had on her corset.
God, I was lucky.
She came back in a minute later, my phone in her hand. "I'll just call them back for you."
"Just untie me and I can call." I suggested.
The phone was already ringing on the other end as she held the phone up to my ear.
I growled at her right before my mom answered.
"Hey, Honey! We were calling to see if you wanted to meet us for brunch or breakfast or whatever they call it. We are meeting at Edward's apartment before we go." My mom was giddy, excited to spend time with us. I thought about not going, I wasn't sure if Rose would go.
But then I realized I wanted my parents to meet her. She was probably going to be the first girlfriend of mine they had met since high school, so I knew it would be a little intense, but she could handle it.
I finished the call quickly with my mom when I felt Rose's hands rubbing circles on my hips, her fingers trailing dangerously close to my cock, which was putting on it's own morning show.
How to ask her to go? I had a feeling she wouldn't be too excited about it, but I hoped she would go with me.
I gasped when I looked down and she was crawling up between my legs. I had to get this over with. We would have a little time to kill before we would need to leave.
"So, my parents invited us to breakfast. You want to go?" Real smooth.
She froze, looking up at me, her eyes wide. "Ummm, do you want me to go?"
"Yeah. We're all going, Edward, Alice, so it's not like it will just be you and me and my parents."
She nodded, processing the information.
"But isn't it a little early for me to meet your parents? I mean, what if…" She trailed off, unable to finish.
"What if what?"
"What if they just want to spend time with you guys?" I had a feeling that wasn't what she had been about to say, but I wasn't worried.
"Alice will probably bring Jasper, so it's not a big deal. And they will love you. Trust me. My parents are cool."
She blushed when I said that they would love her.
"Well, okay. Just let me get cleaned up and we can go." She slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Are you forgetting something?" I jerked my head in the direction of the straps tying me down.
"Oh." She giggled. "Yeah, I forgot."
She walked over to the bed, standing next to where my head lay and leaned down, giving me a kiss. Breaking away from me she went to the doorway, and turned back towards me.
"I won't be long. I like quickie showers."
I groaned and her laughter floated back into the room. She was going to kill me one of these days.
BPOV
I tried to be still so I wouldn't wake him up. We had slept pretty late; after having been awake most of the night. It was still early though, no reason to get up now. I didn't mind lying in his arms, I was beginning to think that I wouldn't mind being in his arms forever…
No, it was way too soon to think like that. I mean it was just yesterday that we officially became official.
We had been dancing around each other for weeks; even done some, um, naughty things before, but this whole girlfriend/boyfriend thing was very new. And I get the feeling that it wasn't just new to me.
No, I was going to be careful. No need to rush anything. I have always been cautious, I wasn't one to let someone in haphazardly; but it was just so damn easy with him. Especially now that I knew that it was mutual.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? Isn't it a little early to be in such deep thought?"
I laughed. "Not all of us wake up with only sex and food on their mind."
He smiled, that irresistible crooked smile of his, and then there was only sex on my mind. Dammit.
I leaned in and kissed him, at least then I wouldn't get lost in his eyes too.
And then his phone rang. Saved by the bell – er, ring?
Edward turned away from me and picked up the phone, checking the ID. He opened it with a sigh and said hello. I could hear a woman's voice on the other end, but I couldn't hear what was being said.
"Yeah…no…like an hour?" he moved to get off the bed.
I followed, stretching out, not realizing how sore I was until then. .
Wow. Definitely not a bad sore though.
I was trying to give him his privacy and it wasn't too difficult since he wasn't saying much; a 'yes' or an 'okay' here and there.
"Alright, see you in a few…yeah. Me, too," and he hung up.
He came to where I was sitting, looking a little edgy and gave me a quick kiss, moving to his closet without a word.
"Uh, hot date?" I tried to sound light; the climate of the room was suddenly tense.
He ran his hand through his hair – mmm, I still needed to talk to him about that –, "Just my mom, her and my dad are coming by to take us, – Emmett, Alice, and I, I mean – to breakfast."
Ah, okay… "So, what's with the stress? I've heard your parents are cool." It made no sense.
"Uhh…"
Oh, unless he was afraid I was going to stick around? I didn't expect him to want me to meet his parents, not yet at least.
"Hey," I got up and wrapped my arms around his waist, "don't worry about me, I am leaving." I kissed his chest, gave him a reassuring smile, and began to gather my clothes.
He really was new at this boyfriend thing.
Suddenly I felt his arms around me, pulling to the bed. He settled me onto his lap and pulled me into a soft kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. My lips moved with his as my hands began running through his hair on their own accord.
Eventually he ended this kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.
"Mmm, I am not complaining, but what was that for? You know I am not mad or anyth-," he put his hand over my mouth.
He smiled. "Bella, I was wondering if you wanted to go to breakfast with me and my parents."
"Edward, you don't have to. Really. We just started dating; it won't hurt my feelings if I don't meet your parents this time. I mean how are you going to introduce us? 'Hey, mom and dad, this is the girl I have been stalk-'" he cut me off with a kiss this time.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just was afraid it would be too soon for you. That's why I didn't say anything. I want you to meet them. But only if you are ready."
Wow. Maybe it was me who was not used to this.
"I would like that actually." And I would. I wanted to meet his parents. I had met everyone else in his family and they were awesome, and I think he was planning on keeping me around, so why not?
"You sure? Seriously – it's not a big deal." That's what I thought before his reaction.
"Eh, no big deal for me," I shrugged. "Parents are easy, I'm too sweet not to like," I batted my eyelashes at him playfully and he laughed.
He leaned in to kiss me again but, working against every fiber of my being, I dodged his lips. "Okay! If we are going to do this I have to get home to change." He groaned. "I don't think I can pull off boxers and a t-shirt for breakfast. I'm not quite that good."
--
About an hour and a half later, mostly due to an ill-advised shared shower - I would defy someone to say no to Edward Cullen - we were walking back up to his apartment. He had noticed his parents' car in the lot and Alice was still there but it didn't seem like Em had arrived. At least we weren't the only ones who were late.
I was getting a little nervous. I mean, come on, someone this perfect, I could only imagine how perfect his parents had to be. But I was the one who said it wasn't a big deal, and I was going to go through with it. I am not a chicken!
Edward must have noticed that I was a little tense because he squeezed my hand as we entered the apartment, leaning over and brushing his lips against my ear, "they'll love you, remember, your entirely too sweet for your own good."
Rolling my eyes, I tugged on his arm, pulling him behind me. Sitting in the living room were Jasper and Alice, side by side on the couch in front of us. In the chair opposite of them, with him sitting on the arm and her in the seat, were two people I recognized as Dr. Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen. I had seen enough pictures of them on the school website to know exactly who they were, even if it were not Edward's apartment.
Dr. Cullen was a handsome man; I could see a lot of Em in him, but with much less bulk. He didn't look old enough to be their father really. The pictures I had seen of them didn't really do them justice either. Mrs. Cullen was beautiful. Carmel colored hair and a face that also defied her age.
Wow. It wasn't just the kids who looked like freaking gods; the entire family was a genetic masterpiece.
Noticing us, Dr. Cullen stood up from his perch with a bright perfect smile, which prompted Jasper and Alice to look around and stand as well.
When Edward didn't move I looked up at him only to find him glaring at Jas and Alice. Wow, he really didn't like them being together. I remembered Alice telling me something about Jas being worried about her brothers. Geez, maybe I am glad I didn't have older brothers…
I nudged him with my shoulder, trying to break his stare. It worked. He kind of shook himself out of whatever mood he was getting into and then made his way around the couch to his parents, pulling me along with him. I couldn't help but notice they were staring at our joined hands.
As we reached them, he dropped my hand so that he could shake/hug his father in that manly way and then turned to hug his mother.
"So, son, are you going to introduce us to this beautiful young lady you are dragging around the room," his father asked. I suppressed a snort; guess I know where Edward gets his charm.
"Yes, mom, dad, this is Bella, my…" he paused. What was he going to say? What were the options again? Gorgeous librarian…damsel in distress…or was it stalkee…I couldn't stop the laugh from escaping this time, he looked down at me with that damn smile, "girlfriend," he finished.
For now. I still hadn't had time to think about what that meant.
I didn't expect it, and I guess I should have, I was friends with Alice after all, but Mrs. Cullen immediately pulled me into a hug. "Nice to meet you Bella," she said with the same enthusiasm as her daughter often showed. I was beginning understanding their children more and more by the minute. I hugged her back lightly, not at all used to this type of thing.
"Very nice to meet you Mrs. Cullen," I said trying to breathe while she squeezed.
Letting me go, she laughed, her hand squeezing my shoulder, "Esme, please."
"Good to meet you Esme." This family is unreal.
"And I am Carlisle, Bella," he took a much more formal approach and offered his hand. I took it briefly; Edward grabbed my hand as soon as it was back at my side.
Carlisle observed us for a moment before he finally spoke, "So, Edward, Emmett told us that you have been holing yourself up in the library nonstop lately, I guess he was mistaken," he gestured towards me as proof.
I knew I was blushing. I heard Alice giggle behind me.
Edward looked back at his sister pointedly. "Uh, actually I met Bella in the library, she…works there," Edward was embarrassed too, but the very light blush so worked for him. Life really isn't fair.
"Ah…" Carlisle nodded with a knowing smile exchanging a look with his wife.
Edward released my hand, wrapping his arm around my waist and moved us to the other chair in the room, sitting and pulling me down beside him so I was almost in his lap.
We sat in an awkward silence for a few moments; both Carlisle and Esme beaming at Edward and I.
Finally, Esme broke the silence. Unfortunately it was to dive into the life of Bella. Why wasn't Jas getting the questions? It wasn't too bad though, just the basics. Nothing I really minded answering. Edward sat by me, holding my hand, looking directly at me, listening to every word that I said attentively as if he hadn't already heard it all.
Not too far into the standard Q&A session there was a light knock on the door. Edward moved like he was going to answer it when we heard it click open. For the first time since we had arrived he turned towards Jas with a look of question instead of hostility.
Before anything could be said, Emmett walked in the room towing Rose timidly behind him. Edward and Jasper both got strange looks on their faces and shrugged.
Emmett brought Rose into the room, keeping her very close to him. "Hey, Edward. Bella," his voice sounding surprised by my presence. The Em that I had met the night we went to the club, would have said something, probably something that I wouldn't want him to say in front of his parents. But he didn't say anything except, "you know Rose."
Edward nodded his head. I smiled at her. She looked shell shocked and only tilted her head back stiffly. This must be her first meeting as well. I felt her pain, but I think maybe I was taking it better.
The faces of the people in the room were…stunned, to say the least. My guess was that the Emmett I had hung out with before was a little closer to the norm; this Em seemed to be regarded as bizarre.
Completely ignoring Jasper he moved them in front of Alice. "Rose, this is my sister Alice. Alice, this is Rose." His voice was serious.
"Nice to meet you Rose," Alice shook her hand keeping the serious air that Emmett was projecting. "This," Alice pulled Jasper close to her looking at Em almost murderously, "is my boyfriend, Jasper."
Still not saying a word, Rose shook his hand. She hadn't seemed this shy when she was grinding on me at that bar.
Em, his arm around her waist guided her; it seemed almost grudgingly, toward his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is Rose, my girlfriend," his voice was proud when he called her his girlfriend. But I heard Rose's squeak of surprise as if he had pinched her and she slowly turned her head towards him, her profile looking alarmed. He turned to her, giving her one of those Cullen smiles and a quick peck on the lips.
"Good morning, Rose. So great you could join us this morning. I'm Esme and this is Carlisle," Esme took control of the situation though she still seemed slightly bewildered at what was happening in front of her.
I was guessing Em didn't introduce girls to his parents too often. Actually, I was thinking that neither of their boys did when I remembered the reception I had received. I'd have to ask Edward about that later.
"Thanks for having me, Esme. Carlisle." Rose finally spoke up, sounding much more confident. I noticed Emmett had not moved an inch from her side though and she made no movement away from him.
We left soon after, going to a small restaurant for breakfast. We all chatted. Em and Edward even spoke to Jas, though not too much. But even this seemed to make Alice happy.
As soon as everyone was deep in other conversations, Alice made sure to ask me how I ended up being with her brother. Not wanting to give up too much about our flirting and other activities, I just recounted what she already knew about him spending time in the library in order to see me and the few dates that we had been on– well, the parts of them that I was willing to tell anyway. She accepted what I told her and we moved on to talk about her classes.
Emmett was the most interesting to listen to. Not because what he had to say was particularly interesting, more because he was in love and I could see it on everyone's awestruck faces that this was something entirely new. He bragged on Rose every chance he got, whether it was about her major or her obsession with cars. She spent most of the meal blushing and slapping his arm asking him to stop. It was cute. Maybe she wasn't really a bitch. Who knew?
Edward on the other had seemed to be happiest when the attention was drawn away from us. He would lean into me and whisper into my ear or play with my hair or just stare at me when he though no one was looking. More than once Em cleared his throat loudly to bring us back to the table when we were not paying attention to what was going on.
I also noticed that ever so often Carlisle and Esme would remove themselves from the conversations going on in order to sit back and watch their children with what looked like amusement on their faces. Again, I got the feeling that all of this was very different than they were used to and I think they liked it.
By the time the bill was settled, Carlisle insisting he pay for the entire group, it was almost lunch time.
Emmett excused himself and Rose first, adamant that Rose had some homework that she needed to take care of and that he had "team business" to attend to.
"Thank you again for breakfast Esme," Rose, much more relaxed now, smiled at her. Esme didn't hold back this time, pulling Rose into a hug swiftly. Rose looked a little uncomfortable but took it in stride and kept smiling.
"We hope to see you again soon. Make sure you keep Emmett in line."
Rose blushed at this comment, and I could only imagine why.
After they were gone Jas and Alice decided that they would return to the Cullen home with her parents so she could study before her next class.
This left Edward and I, we were planning on returning to our respective apartments. I had a lot of work that I never got to the day before and needed to play catch up. Edward whined a little when I told him this but was okay when I asked him to bring me dinner later, also mentioning that Ang and Ben would be out for the evening.
"So Bella, it was a pleasure getting to know you this morning. You two come by for dinner sometime soon, Esme makes a mean lasagna," Carlisle gave me a quick hug, flashing a smile that only one of the men of this family could.
"Oh yes, dear, please. I will get your phone number from Edward and we will set something up. I won't leave it up to him because I don't think he wants to share," she winked at me. I was probably going to be permanently red at this point.
"Thank you, I would love to have dinner." I promised.
Once we were in the car, him taking me home, he picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Wasn't too bad, right?"
"Not at all," I said honestly. "Your family is great."
"And they loved you, but of course who wouldn't love you?" he smiled and since we were stopped at a traffic light pulled me to him and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Stop it…you are going to make me blush."
He burst out laughing at this. "Bella, what doesn't make you blush?"
In very adult fashion, I crossed my arms over my chest and stuck my tongue out at him, only bring on more laughter.
Once we arrived at my apartment he walked me to my door. I warned him I wasn't letting him in. I had work to do, dammit!
He pressed himself against me hard, attacking my mouth with a deep passionate kiss only stopping when we finally had to catch our breath.
"So, are you sure you couldn't use a nap?" his crooked smile on his sexy lips.
Evil boy!
Despite myself, I smiled, "Okay, maybe a quick one."
AC: So, this is it. Just the epilogue to write now.
AN: Hmm, I'm gonna miss kinky Rose and Em...
AC: Me too. And our naughty Edward and Bella and Alice and Jasper.
AN: But you know what they say...
AC: All good things have to come to an end...and no, there won't be a sequel...
AN: Right. But we can fill the void with Edward in a mask...
AC: Sigh...that's a good image to have...Edward filling the void...
AN: People seem excited about the story...or is it about the boots and mask?
AC: Well, I can't decide what excites me more...the boots or the mask, so why make them choose?
AN: True...