Emmett's POV

I watched as Bella jumped off her bike and slid her helmet off and placed it on the seat. She ran her hands through her hair, making it messy, suprisingly it just made her look hotter. She strode past the long line waiting to get in, and the bouncer moved back giving her plenty of room. Fuck, where did she get all this self assurance come from? I watched the bouncer as he tried to move even further away from her and then realized with amazement that he was actually scared of her.

What the fuck!

A groan rose from the people standing in the line and Bella flipped them off as she walked into the club, not even bothering to look at them. I walked across the street and right up to the bouncer. He looked me over once, and then scooted to the side letting me pass.

"Fucking scariest place ev-er." he murmured.

I couldn't help but smirk. I took a lead from Bella's book, and flipped off the people yelling obscenities at me and at the bouncer. The smoke hit me first then the smell of the packed night club that was brimming with sweaty people dancing. I could make out Bella's scent easily, and followed it untill I found her on the dance floor. Fuck! She had her hands above her head, her eyes closed and the way she was moving could have put a blush on Rose's face. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. She stopped dancing and walked over to me. Grinning, she put her hands on my hips and gyrated her own close to them. Fuck. She turned around slowly and pushed her ass into my crotch, moving seductively.

Fuck. I'm a married spud, I'm a married spud, I'm a married spud, I chanted inwardly.

She stopped and turned around, pouting.

"Aw come on, Em. We're only playing."

Her fingers walked up my chest, as she leaned in and whispered, "Unless you're chicken."

Shit, she knew me too well. Edward was going to destroy me when he sees how I was going to dance with her, but I was no chicken. I grinned at her, grabbing her waist and spinning her around so her ass was sitting firmly in my crotch.

Just don't get wood, Emmett, old boy or you can say goodbye to your limbs.

Think of how Edward and Rose would team up to rip you apart, man.

If Rose were to see me now.

I shook my head hard. I didn't really want to think about that too much. Bella pushed her ass harder into my crotch, snapping me out of my thoughts. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled seductively up at me. I sucked in a breath slowly, trying to tell little Emmett to behave himself. Clearly though little Emmett was doing exactly what little Emmett does best.

Fucking traitor.

I growled and Bella made a slow turn, deliberately moving in such a way that my eyes went straight to her hips.

Fucking sly little human.

She somehow managed to wrap herself tightly around me and grinned up at me. Oh yeah! Dead man dancing, I thought, grinning back at Bella.

Man your funny tonight!

"Hey Emmy?" she whispered. She knew I could hear her over the thumping music, and I looked down at her. Little Emmett responded as well. Bella's eyes widened momentarily, and a small smile played softly on her lips.

"Mmmm," I hummed, watching her lips part and a soft pant escape. It was fucking mesmerizing. I was beginning to see what Edward saw in her.

"What's the square root of 786?"

I stared at her for a split second, actually trying to figure out what the fuck the square root of 786 was. She laughed lightly and spun out of my embrace. It was only then that I realized she had helped me with my man problem. Yep, he was soo confused over the whole mathematics problem he had retreated to ponder what the fuck just happened. I laughed as I grabbed her hand and spun her in a circle.

Fucking clever little humanoid.

The song changed, and suddenly Bella ripped her hand free from mine. She gave me a cheeky look, and ran into the middle of the dance floor. I looked down at little Em.

"Yeah, I'm just as confused as you are, mate," I said, adjusting myself.

It was easy parting the crowd. Humans have a natural aversion to me, what with the whole 'I'm a fucking giant hottie bloodsucker,' thing I had going on.

"Wow! The dude's like a colossal Moses!"

"Look at the muscles on that guy."

"I wonder how big he is downstairs?"

I turned to the origin of the voice and was surprised to see a pretty little blonde thing. She gasped when she realized that I heard her, and I watched the blush rise on her cheeks. I chuckled and motioned how big I was with my hands. Her mouth just dropped, and then she gave me a wicked smile.

Uh Oh! Now you're in trouble, moron.

What is it with the woman in this town?

Suddenly I felt someone jump on my back. I glanced up and was relieved to find Bella perched there with the meanest look on her face. She pointed viciously at the girl.

"Na uh, Barbie. This one is mine. Move an inch towards him, and I'll rip your detachable arms off and beat you with them."

The poor girl squeaked with fear, turned, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Possessive much?" I snorted.

"Hey! I'm only staking claim in Rosalie's absence."

I groaned. I was having fun up until that moment. Luckily, Bella wasn't the kind of girl to ponder too long on one subject. She bit my ear hard and I hissed.

"What was that for?"

"Because I can," she said laughing

. Naughty minx.

"Where did you go?" I asked her.

"To the podium to dance. It was a good song." She said, as playfully twisted one of my curls around her finger.

I looked around and saw a portion of floor that was raised about a meter off the ground. Girls were dancing on it, glancing coyly down at the men standing below, blatantly drooling. She pointed to it so I shrugged and walked over to it.

"Now, Mr. Cullen would you like me to dance for you?" she purred into my ear.

"Just get up on the fucking podium, you tease." She laughed as she climbed from my back onto the stage. She gave me a naughty smile then turned and glared at the other girls dancing. Most of them took one look at Bella and jumped ship. Two girls stood their ground, crossed their arms and glared back at her. Bella made a fist at the girl closest to her, who backed away wisely. The other one was clearly defective. Bella, obviously enjoying herself, stepped right up into her face.

All right. Chick fight!

I groaned inwardly when the chick's boyfriend grabbed her and pulled her from the stage. Oh well, I was sure Bella wasn't finished surprising me yet. I watched the little domestic play out before he pulled her away. As he weaved through the crowd I thought I heard him say something about how you don't mess with Izzy Swan.

I chuckled softly, and looked up expectantly at Bella. She smiled lazily at me. The song had a slow heavy beat, and Bella certainly knew how to move to it. I watched as she dipped, twisted, and gyrated to the song. It was so incredibly hot. I couldn't believe Edward was going to miss this. Mind you, he would probably see it through my memories so in a way I was doing him a service.

When the song had finished Lil' Em had well, and truly recovered from his number shock and was straining against his restraints. I quickly took a look around me, and realized half the club was watching Bella dance. Suddenly I felt very protective of my little sis, and I pulled her off the podium. A groan rose from the crowd, and I growled quietly. Bella giggled as I placed her on her feet.

"Now who's possessive!" she countered. I couldn't help but grin sheepishly at her.

We danced together for a few more songs before I allowed Bella to pull me to the bar. She look at me warily, one eyebrow raised.

"Do you drink, choir boy?"

I laughed at her choice of words.

"Yeah, I can drink," I paused and pointed at her, "you under the table."

Her eyes flashed with the acceptance of the challenge.

"Two vodka shots," she yelled at the kid behind the bar. I heard his heart rate shoot up so fast I thought it would rip through his chest. He poured two shots, and I noticed his hands shaking when he placed them in front of us. I looked at him questionably. He leaned warily over the bar never taking his eyes of Bella who was scanning the dance floor, and then he hesitated. I leaned in to hear what he had to say.

"Be careful, man. She's violent when she gets drunk."

I laughed at the sheer stupidity of it.

"I'm not kidding, man. She has belted us all at least twice, and the only reason she's allowed back in here is 'cause the owner got a surprise visit from her. She ended up breaking both his legs."

I sat back, staring at him disbelievingly. He nodded and his eyes went up to the upstairs to the glass VIP room where a man in a wheelchair was parked staring out at the dance floor. Bella's eyes followed ours, and she snorted. I glanced at her shocked.

"He was a fuckwit. No one tells me what to do," she growled. "No one." And I knew who the last statement was for.

"Cheers," she said raising her shot to me and skulled it back.

What had happened to our sweet Bella? I wondered as I shot back mine.

The bartender was right. Bella did get violent when she got drunk. She picked a fight with a beefy guy on the way to the ladies room. I watched as she swung a left fist into his head, and then he went down so fast it was amazing and shocking. Not to mention just plain weird. I got to her as quickly as I could before she could cause anymore trouble. The guys girlfriend's had started with her, and I had to I intervene before Bella smacked her too. I picked Bella up and swung her over my shoulder, cave man style.

"Hey!" she yelled.

I laughed and swatted her bottom.

"Time for sleeping beauty to get her rest."

I gave the chick one of my best smiles and said sorry to her. She looked me up and down and nodded before tending to her boyfriend, who was now splayed on the floor out cold, drooling on himself

"Emmett, I could have taken her."

"Oh I have no doubt about that, Bella, but you shouldn't pick fights for no reason."

"The guy was an ass. And the name is Iz."

"Regardless, Izzy," I said as I tsked at her.

"God, you sound like Edward."

"Oh god, not Edward. Anything but Edward. Please kill me now!" I laughed.

She giggled. I made my way outside and chucked her roughly into my Jeep. She had a grin on her face. From the events of tonight I knew she was no longer the delicate flower Edward claimed her to be and liked it rough.

"My bike…"

I went over and picked it up tossed it carefully in the back of the Jeep.

She settled back as I hopped in. She grinned at me.

"What are we doing now?"

"I am taking you home so you can sleep off some of that anger."

She rolled her eyes.

"Spoil sport," she complained, but gave me her address anyway. I sped off, thinking of how to keep her out of any more trouble.