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Temptation

"You're perfect."

His assertion came from the direction of the doorway, as quiet as the dim lighting a single lamp offered, but perhaps more powerful because of it, for there he was, in the shadows, watching me judge myself and making sure I knew how he felt. My eyes left my reflection on the full body mirror and my self-inspection ended. Though, really, I had to agree with him.

I barely had time to register his words before I felt his strong arms wrap around my torso and pull me closer into the warmth of his embrace. I offered no resistance and opted to give into his touch, it was so easy and practically second nature to mold into him, even if it was just my back meeting his broad chest.

My head leaned back and rested against his shoulder as my eyes fell closed and I focused solely on the deliciousness of him: Emmett.

Emmett, whose opinion and admiration I secretly craved, Emmett, who made me love someone other than myself, Emmett, who is bigger and taller and stronger than me and yet could crumble with just one look I gave him, Emmett, whose curly hair, blue stormy eyes and dimpled smile are my favorite sights in this world, Emmett, who is the only one who doesn't see me as vain, Emmett who doesn't know how much I need his love, Emmett, whose need for me is as big as my need for him.

A voice in the back of my mind reminded me there was a reason I was in a bare backed glistening jet black satin floor-skimming Caitlyn gown, adorned with hand-sewn Swarovski crystals, and a sheer georgette overlay fluttering gently over the fluid, and though the voice was loud at first it started to lose strength as soon as I felt his soft full lips connect with my neck. I was tempted to turn around and see if the dress could come off faster than it took to put on but that nagging voice in the back of my mind was warring with his hands- which were starting run both north and south over me- for my immediate attention.

"Emmett," I managed is a raspy voice.

"Hmm?" He answered and I felt the vibrations his lips made on my neck, as his hands went east and west and settled on my hips. There was still time to stop him, if I acted quickly.

"You're going to make us late." I all but moaned. His hand squeezed my hips and his lips moved to the back of my neck, careful of my up do.

"And your point?"

"We can't be late again, Emmett. I bet Alice we wouldn't be and I'll be damned if I let the pixie win." His response was a light trailing of his lips down my bare back, his hands took on a mind of their own and roamed as much of me as they could.

"Emmett," I tried again. "It's your parents' anniversary dinner, we can't be late for that." At this point there was no strength in my voice and a burning fire down south. Only my pride for winning the bet kept me going against allowing him to quench said fire. But maybe, just maybe the support for his parents' joyous occasion was – in this one instance- greater than the need I could feel against my backside.

His unruly hands trailed upward until they found my covered breasts and squeezed in rebellion.

"Let the pixie win, Rosie." His ragged breathing was my downfall. I turned around to face him, my dress scrunched up from the movement and raised a little, his hands moved from my hips to my lower back and my own moved slowly up the lapel of his tuxedo, jet black silk, to match my dress. The same ache I felt in my own body to posses him was swirling in his eyes, mixed with love and cheekiness at making me concede, yet again.

We would be late; there was no doubting that now.

"Fine." I acquiesced.

His grin was definitely victorious and his dimples made an appearance before he dipped his head slowly and connected his lips with mine in a soft, loving kiss that disarmed me, his arms fell to my backside and brought me closer to him, while the kiss started out soft, his whole demeanor told me I was in for a fun couple hours filled with raw and unhinging passion. Mine for him and his for me.

His lips left mine for a second and in a sudden movement he answered my fleeting question, the dress did come off faster than it took to put on, and judging by the muted sound of ripping textile, satin was no match for an Emmett on the verge of sex.

"You ripped my dress!" I protested meekly, with absolutely no anger in my voice.

"You look better without it." He shrugged.

For the single sake of my dress and the fact that I actually liked it I moved my hands to just underneath his tie knot, grabbed a side of his crisp white shirt in each on my hands and yanked as hard as I could. I watched in pure satisfaction as its poor little buttons ripped apart, leaving the shirt as unfixable as my dress but my husband still much more clothed than me.

"Oh, hell!" He exclaimed in surprise. And I laughed.

"That's what you get for damaging my clothes." I said with obvious amusement in my voice.

There was a second, just a second in which I could swear fear passed through his eyes, I'd never been quite so aggressive before, but I wasn't to be faulted; everyone knows you don't mess with a woman's wardrobe. As soon as I registered that emotion however his smile returned, cheekier than ever before and his whole stance changed, he became the devastatingly sexy man I knew him to be, the one who made me forget even what day it was as he pounded home again and again, the one who was up for more than just sweet kisses.

"Good to know." He stated just before his strong hands took hold of my hips again and lifted me to him, eliciting a gasp of surprise from me, on instinct I opened my legs and rounded them on him. Very deliberately he carried me to the bed that was a good ten paces away, while my arms looped around his neck and his hands invited themselves into my underwear.

We stumbled onto the bed, my legs carefully wrapped around his hips as his mouth went on a journey across my chest and stomach. Somehow in between his kisses I remembered he was still fully clothed and hurried to remedy it. His jacket was first to leave, followed by a half undone tie and his ruined shirt, my legs loosened their hold a bit, granting me access to his lower half, quite rapidly his belt hit the floor with a careless flick.

I tugged on the button of his pants and he nearly ripped them off him, leaving him only in tight black boxers, making our attires match. It wasn't long before his hands rid me of my lace and I of his cotton.

And there it was. My favorite sight in the world: My husband. With curly hair that begged to be tugged at, a dimpled smile that left me breathless and a blazing fire of complete desire shining out of his stormy blue eyes, drinking me in as I was doing him.

No matter how many times we did it looking at him like this always made my heart race. For he was so incredibly perfectly built, he was so completely manly it was almost unfair that I kept him to myself, surely the world deserved to see him, surely he would be revered by any person with eyes.

Every curve of his taut flexed muscles, the planes of his ivory flesh and the little drops of sweat that ran slowly down creating a path that I eagerly followed. The perfect v that his hipbones formed and finally his eager and ready "Brigadier General" as he dubbed it; standing in salute over my entrance.

After running my fingers up his forearms, enjoying every rise and fall of his biceps, I rested my looped arms on his shoulders and focused my eyes on his face- pink with strain and restrain and with tiny dews of sweat forming- my right hand left his shoulders and came to rest on his cheek. During the actual act we were pretty wild, we had been known to break a few things if they were in our way… or dent the walls a little, but this moment, the moment right before our lovemaking began, there was a tenderness in his and my actions, almost reassuring ourselves that this was more than just sex, just pretty spectacular lovemaking.

A smile crept across my face as his hand swept my hair back and his lips descended on mine. "You're so beautiful, Rosie." He whispered. He reserved those compliments for when we were alone, in public his adjectives were a bit flashier, but in our bedroom I was never 'hot' or a 'babe', I was always beautiful and perfect… I wouldn't have it any other way.

"I love you, Emmett" fell softly from my lips. After another soft kiss and a shift of his hips, the General found his home. And the exquisite fun began.

~*~

"You made it!" Jasper, my brother, sighed in relief as we neared the round table.

"One hour and forty-two minutes late." Alice, his wife, added checking her watch. "The shoes, Rosalie, if you would be so kind."

Evil little thing. "I have them in the car Alice; I'll give them to you at the end of the night."

"What's going on?" Edward asked confused, holding his wife Bella by his side.

"Well Eddie, the thing is I bet Rosalie she and Emmett couldn't make it to any event on time, because they have a habit of giving into temptation, she said they could and that Mom and Dad's anniversary would be the proof of that." She grinned. "Obviously that didn't happen so what I got from our little wager were her new Louboutin's!" She squealed.

Alice and I saw in almost slow motion as everybody's stare turned blank, even Bella's. Honestly, you'd think the girl was allergic to fashion with how much she avoided it, thank God she had us. "You know, Christian Louboutin." Alice said slowly, as if that would make them understand better. It didn't. "Shoes!" She cried in exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air for dramatic effect, everyone seemed to understand at that.

Not just shoes. They were my most desired 3-inch Clichys in black patent leather with a signature red sole. The ones I'd waited months for… the ones that didn't even fit her. That line of thinking made me feel crushing grief for a whole different reason, no the shoes didn't fit her, because her feet were still slightly swollen.

Two and a half months ago now, Alice, who is two years younger than me gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Katherine, she was a perfectly healthy little baby girl with a little bit of dark hair on top of her downy head, pink chubby cheeks and it seemed like her eyes would be Jasper's color, dark blue.

I would give more than my Louboutins for a child of my own.

Emmett and I had been trying for a baby since we got married almost three years ago. After nearly two years of no luck we went to the doctor and I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovaries Type I. Hence the irregularity of my period, ever since I was a teenager I would go months without it and it didn't bother me, in fact I was relieved because when you're in school the last thing you want is a potential accident, but I wasn't a teenager anymore, I was a married 25 year old greatly in love and with the deepest desires to have a child. What I considered to be a blessing in my teenage years became my curse, because of my irregular periods keeping track of my ovulating days was hard, therefore making conception a game of roulette.

After my diagnosis however came the devastating part, because the treatment to regulate my period was birth control pills, and that pretty much ruled conception right out the window, I was supposed to be on them for a year and so far it had been seven month and every time I had to mark my calendar was heartbreaking, it was another month that kept me away from my dream. Though, on the plus side should things continue like this in five months we could try again.

The conversation flowed easily with Emmett pointing out that my shoes wouldn't fit Alice and her saying she never wanted to wear them, she simply wanted to get them. She was wicked, like a dark Tinkerbell.

We dined and talked and laughed the night away as Caslisle swore eternal love to Esme, gave thanks for everything he had been given and kissed the hand of his 28- year long wife. Jasper excused himself a couple times throughout the night to go check on the sleeping baby upstairs; I fought the urge to go with him each and every time. I fought the urge to hold her as all of us said goodbye, I fought the urge to keep the tiny stuffed elephant that fell from Alice's hands as she reached for the shoes and I bent down to pick it up and finally as I saw them turn around and leave…I simply fought the urge to cry.

When we got home I tried my hardest not to let Emmett see how affected I was, ever since we learned of Alice's pregnancy he did his best to reassure me that someday we would have that too and I tried my best to believe him, but evenings like this one, they ended up like this, with me crushed and him worried as we fell asleep one holding the other until my tears ran dry.

~*~

My eyes snapped open as I was woken up from my restful sleep by the feeling of extreme nausea, I detangled myself from my husband, whose broad chest I loved so much was very much in my way this morning, I needed a bathroom and I needed it fast. My hand went to cover my mouth and I fell on my knees in front of the toilet, it seemed like every single thing I had consumed yesterday was floating in front of me. Once the nausea passed I stayed put for a second, resting my head on the cool side of the bathtub, I'd had viral infections and the flu before but none of them had woken me up with the sudden urge to throw up.

A couple minutes after that I felt a lot better; so I stood up and went back to the bed where Emmett was patting the side next to him looking for me. "Rosie?" he croaked.

I got on the bed and snuggled up close to him. "Where'd you go?" he asked, voice still groggy, eyes still closed. I mumbled my response without any sordid details "Bathroom." He nodded his head twice before his snoring filled the room again.

~*~

"You look different." Bella stated as Alice, holding a now three-and-a-half month old Katherine, Esme and I sat down for a 'girls only' lunch.

"Different how?" I asked, confused, I felt the same. Except for the projectile vomiting I'd done in the morning I was absolutely fine, a little hungrier than normal but overall fine, but I mean, my stomach was running on empty.

"I don't know." She said. "Like, shiny." She squinted her eyes at me as if I was the Sun and she was staring directly at it.

I liked Bella, she was nice, a little shy but nice enough, it's just that sometimes, well the girl was plain weird. "Shiny"? I wasn't a coin.

I gave her a half smile and proceeded to devour my food, I truly was famished now.

"God Rosalie, chew." Alice said, clearly amused.

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes as I swallowed thickly and answered. "I'm starving Alice, I didn't eat any breakfast because I got sick in the morning and emptied my stomach completely, then I didn't feel like eating but now I do and this smells absolutely delicious so just let me enjoy it, alright?" I answered, a bit more annoyed than I meant.

"You got sick?" She asked. I nodded.

"And you didn't eat anything else because it smelled…really strong? Not bad but just, not doable at the moment?" She asked again, I nodded again. That's exactly what it'd felt like.

"And now you're starving?" She asked yet again.

"Yes Alice, I am, can you stop it with the interrogation already and just let me eat?" I asked, completely annoyed now.

Her eyes connected with her Mother's, then with Bella's and all three of them smiled. "Rosalie…" Esme said, she was looking at me with the strangest look in her eyes; she looked about ready to cry. "you're glowing." She managed in a weak voice. Great now I was a lava lamp.

"Rose, have you given any thought as to why you might've been sick this morning? Because if you don't know yet… well I'm sure the rest of the first trimester's morning sickness will clue you in." Came Alice's breezy tone.

As her words registered in my suddenly frozen brain the fork fell from my hand, the clattering echo of the impact was the only noise to be heard around the table.

First chapter's out!!!! Have some faith and keep an eye out for it!

Can I tell you guys something, I had a Twilight un-talented character moment today. You wanna know what happened, well my sister called me on the phone, right? And she's asking me to get some clothes ready for her cuz she was going out and blah, blah, blah so then she starts telling me exactly what she wants me to get her and then she says: "As for shoes, the golden sandals with the backstrap." Immediately I look down to my feet and guess what I was wearing? EXACTLY, so then I go : "Uh, the ones..." And she goes: "That you're wearing right now, yes, I need them ." Holy Mother of God, so my theory is either she had a vision of me wearing the shoes or she read my mind about me having the shoes on, either way it freaked me out. And it got me thinking the Cullen's musta been spooked by Edward and Alice at first, huh?

Long story, not quite so funny but no one else in my family likes Twilight so they wouldn't understand what it all meant.

Have a great day and next chapter should be up by Sunday, I think.