3 months later:
Emmett lay curled in bed with Riyane, a 19 year old human that he had met a few months earlier. She was beautiful. Flowing black hair and wide, doe-like eyes, she mesmerized him. Glancing at the clock - which read 4:49 - Emmett sighed. It had been a century since he'd laid in a bed. Truly laid in one. Swallowing, he smiled slightly and turned back to Riyane. She looked peaceful, as do most humans when they sleep, but something about her relaxed state calmed Emmett further. Slowly, he moved his hand towards her face and gently moved a lock of hair from her face. As he touched her face, she moved into his touch, only to roll over towards her. Her left hand lay just below his ribs as she nuzzled her head into his solid chest.
In an almost-silent whisper, Emmett mumbled, "Please don't wake up." Every single time he "slept over", as she put it, she always woke up in the middle of the night. But, despite his pleads, Riyane grumbled and looked up at him. "I'd say that I must sleep lighter than you, but that would be a lie." Secretively, a smile crept onto her face. He could feel her body warming up, her blood pumping fiercely through her veins. As Emmett opened his mouth to ask, he was strategically ambushed by the tiny human. One of her hands laced through his short, black hair, and he mouth found his with such passion; he feared she may bruise herself. How ever small his previous thought may have been, it was slowly pushed away by instinct and impulse.
Before he knew it, Riyane was underneath him and he was doing what he did best. His lips were on hers and she was begging for more, pleading even. A single thought swam through his mind, causing him to abruptly stop and push away from her. Riyane's cheek had already begun to bruise and her shirt - or what was left of it - hung limp over her left shoulder. She looked confused.
"We can't do this."