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"The List" by: Voldemortperfumes
It had started out as the perfect little getaway. Rosalie and I were looking forward to some days spent together without the usual time constraints. We'd been busy at work the last few weeks, and finally had some time off for the holiday season. We were going to head out to a ski lodge for the week. I'd booked the suite with the Jacuzzi, and you can imagine how pumped I was just thinking about my gorgeous fiancée sitting in it with her skimpy little bikini on. The warm water against our skin, the secluded terrace…just think of how much trouble we could find in that place!
Or even better, seeing her on the deck in that bikini before she got in the hot tub! I could picture her now, a veritable Aphrodite among the snow, her nipples pert through the thin fabric, just begging for me to touch her. Ah yes, I'd definitely have to hang on to that mental picture!
It was a brilliant idea, brilliant!
But sadly, nothing ever seems to go as it was planned because that morning Rosie got a phone call. I was sitting at the kitchen table in our flat, eating some waffles just the way I like them, with peanut butter and maple syrup on top. I had just popped a forkful in my mouth when the phone rang. She was making her coffee, and we both turned to grimace at each other because we had a pretty good idea of who was calling. Only one tireless woman slash pixie would be calling us this early in the morning. Alice.
I raised an eyebrow at Rosalie and nodded towards my breakfast plate, telling her clearly that it was her turn to answer. She flipped me the bird and then set her coffee mug down, walking slowly towards the cordless that was resting on the oaken kitchen counter. She held the phone up to her ear and said rather sharply, "What is it Alice?"
I watched her amusedly as she talked with her friend on the phone, complacently sipping my orange juice and applying a tad more syrup to the second waffle on the stack.
"Really? Alice…we kind of already…Oh fine then! What time?" Rose demanded, putting one hand on her hip. I smirked some more as I took another bite of my breakfast. She was getting pissed off, and man was it sexy! Thank god for whatever Alice had said to rile her up!
"We'll be there!" she spat. Always the sweet little cupcake, my Rosie. She slammed the phone back down on the counter, chest heaving.
"What was all that about?"
"She knows…ruin…weekend…hate her!" Damn, she was getting incoherent! I smiled secretively as my libido soared. Hot, angry sex coming right up! Just as soon as I'm done with these waffles anyway. When you have cereal for breakfast every single day, waffles are just too heavenly to rush.
"Wanna explain that better?" I asked, trying to keep the shit-eating grin off my face. Though admittedly it might set her off a bit more and that could be to my advantage. Hmm….
"My dear friend has decided we are obligated to attend her freaking holiday extravaganza freak show on Christmas! This means we only have today to relax, not the whole week! She knows we've needed a break but yet she goes ahead and pulls this crap on me! I hate her!" Rosalie screeched, heading back over to claim her coffee.
Damn Alice straight to hell! Now I have only a day and a pissed-off fiancée? Screw Alice, this was so not cool anymore! I glared down sourly at my waffles. Not even they could make this better, even if they were sinfully delicious. Well this is lovely, I thought sarcastically. In fact I had half a mind to call my would-be sister and give her a piece of my mind.
"We'll have to cancel and stay in here," Rosalie noted, sipping her coffee black, how I knew she liked it. She sashayed over to the table and plopped down in the chair across from me.
"No fun…" I muttered, spearing a bit of waffle on my fork.
"Save that sentiment for the fucking party," she reminded me. I smiled and I couldn't help myself by making a joke out of it.
"You know Rose, we still could have a fucking party here," I suggested innocently. She rolled her eyes.
"It would have been better in the Jacuzzi."
"Not that I don't agree, but we do have a shower," I quipped.
"True, I was just really looking forward to it for Christmas."
I smiled. "All I want for Christmas is you and me, buck-naked somewhere, going at it like rabbits. The place doesn't really matter."
"Well in that case, I'm going to go take a shower. Follow me when you're done… eating," she trailed off seductively. I watched, my mind completely off breakfast as she made her way out of the kitchen, hips swaying gently. I stuffed the last bite on my plate into my mouth and chewed as fast as I could, feeling my dick grow in anticipation of the coming sexcapade. She knew how to turn me on, and that's why I loved her!
-x-x-x-
I woke up later, tuckered as hell but satisfied. My eyesight was a bit bleary at first, but I blinked my eyes a few times until they grudgingly came into focus. I sat up in bed quietly and saw my lover sitting at the end of the bed, looking at something in her hands.
"Whatcha reading, Rosie?" I wondered aloud.
She jumped, and turned slightly. There was a rather abused looking piece of paper in her hands, and she looked antsy, but once she got over the initial shock, she smiled.
"Oh, just a list I made a while back…"
"About what?" I played, crawling along the bed until I captured her in my arms in a big hug. She nuzzled her head back against my chest, and allowed me to read over her shoulder.
"It's just a bunch of nonsense, song names, movies and books. And you already have them by the way, so why make a shopping list?" I pointed out.
"It's not a shopping list!" she said, sounding mildly outraged. "Who do you think I am, Bella or Alice?"
"Sorry, but Bella makes the lists, Alice has it all down in that quirky head of hers. It looked like a shopping list to me."
She muttered something about "ignorant fool," which I figured had to be me. I frowned, and asked "then what is it if it's not a shopping list?"
I saw her lips curve up deviously, and took that as a good sign. "Why, it's just my sexin' list."
I smiled, liking the thought of that. "Do elaborate, gorgeous."
"Well I've added to the list over the years certain songs or movies I'd like to fuck to. Some are even books I want be read aloud while my partner pleasures me, or vice versa. I haven't looked at it in a while because well…there was nobody that was good enough to share it with," she explained.
"Why, I feel honored," I said quietly, letting my breath tickle her ear. She laughed.
"So, wanna help me check some things off?"
"How bout we finish the whole list?" I suggested.
Her eyes widened eagerly, and I thought I saw her tongue dart out to lick her lips. "I knew there was a reason I picked you," she admitted finally.
"Yes," I planted a kiss on her neck, "There," my hand traveled up the side of her body, "Certainly," my thumb brushed against the swell of her breast, "Was." I nipped at her earlobe, and she let out a little gasp of air.
"What do you want to do first?"
"Well…" I pondered. "You did go into fair detail about that book."
There was a lustful glint in her eye. I lay back so she could go retrieve the book in question. This was gonna be good, I could tell.
-x-x-x-
"'They want to be tied up, I tie them up. They want to be spanked, I spank them. They want to be called names, I call them names. But try and drink a little of their blood, and they scream like babies. What about my needs?'
"'I know,' said the blonde. 'I asked Robert to sleep in the coffin one time and he left.'" I read aloud, thrusting two fingers right into my Rosie's wet pussy. I have to say, she has interesting taste in books.
She moaned, squirming as I slipped in a third finger. "Emmett!"
I love it when she says my name like an expletive. So smirking, I flipped the book to the next marked page and began reading again.
"'I don't think so. It's as if he wants to show me how superior he is or something. Like he's testing me.'
"'So you bit off his fingers?'
"'I didn't know what else to do.'
"'What was it like?'
"'Honestly?'
"'Of course?'
"'It was a rush. It was an incredible rush.'
"'Better than drinking my blood?'
"'Different.'
"Tommy turned his back on here and began to pout. Jody moved to him and kissed his ear.
"'It was a fight, Tommy. I didn't come or anything, but I swear, I felt stronger after I…after I swallowed.'"
"Wait a minute!" I began, re-reading the last sentence. "Rosie baby, does she mean what I think she means?"
"Yeah, when Jody drinks Tommy's blood, she gets off on it. You'd have to read the whole thing to understand," Rose explained unconcernedly, switching off with me. I handed her the book, licking my other hand clean. God she tasted good, and that saucy little smirk she was giving me…well we'd see how long I lasted.
She wrapped her fingers around my aching cock, and I pretty much let go of thought. Every now and then phrases would register in my mind, but with her hand pumping me like that, I couldn't do much but lay back and enjoy it. Her little hand was so warm and soft, stroking me up…down…mmm.
"'Do my back?'"
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"It's in the book Em. Just relax," Rose said in a low, attractive voice, peering down at me with that same little smirk. I returned the grin.
"I think I have a better idea."
I took the book from her, closed it, and flung it on the ground. Once that was out of the way, I pinned her against the bed, breathing heavily.
"Pick a song," I told her.
She quirked an eyebrow suspiciously. "What?"
"Might as well accomplish two things at once. We did the book, so might as well get one of your songs checked off too. Kill two birds with one fucking hot romp."
Her eyes glittered lustfully, and she smiled. "Self-Esteem."
I grudgingly got up from the bed, and crossed over to the IPod stereo. I thumbed through it until I found the right song, and then I cranked the volume. The Offspring's music blared proudly from the speakers as I pounced on her, capturing her mouth right off the bat. Her tongue dominated mine, and I let it. She sucked lightly on my bottom lip before murmuring, "Flip us."
I turned us over and she straddled my lap. "Thank you," she purred, leaning down to kiss me.
"Glad to oblige."
I grabbed her hips and impaled her on me. She let out a guttural yell, but bucked her hips against mine. I closed my eyes as I allowed myself to savor the feel of her slick pussy wrapped around my dick.
"Fuck. Em. Let. Me. Move," she choked out, looking almost pissed off. I let off a bit of the pressure I had on her hips, and guided her down on me as I was rewarded with breathy little moans.
I thought I was I was going to fucking blow when she started head banging to the chorus, riding me faster as she got closer and closer to what she wanted. Her blonde hair was whipping around as the guy sang, "And I wonder why she sleeps with my friends…"
"You better not be sleeping with my friends," I growled.
"Mmm, Emmett, you know you're all the man I need," Rosie said, her voice strained.
"Good because," I brought her down on me all the way, burying myself deep within her. "Don't you ever forget what I can do for you."
She screamed as she rode out another orgasm, and I felt that shit-eating grin from earlier creep back on my face. Fuck she was beautiful when she was riding my cock... I thought absentmindedly.
"That's right baby. You scream all you want, just make sure it's me you're riding," I reminded her.
"Emmett," she said simply, and she clenched her thighs. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I came, groaning quietly. She was the screamer in this relationship, not me.
-x-x-x-
"I still don't want to go," I whined, pulling on my jacket.
"We have to, or Alice will hunt us down. Or do you want to risk it?" Rosalie pointed out, putting on her other stiletto. She looked simply ravishing tonight in that emerald green scrap she called a dress, not that I was complaining.
"Not particularly." I grimaced at thought of facing the pixie's wrath.
"Good. If you be a good boy, I'll be very kind tonight," she teased.
"I'm gonna be the best at the fucking party!"
-x-x-x-
I got an inkling of just what I was getting myself into when we set foot inside Alice and Jasper's house. It looked like a freaking winter wonderland in here. Alice had gone a bit overboard like she usually did. There were little, twinkling lights everywhere, fuzzy red and green garlands, strategic sprinklings of mistletoe, and all sorts of ornaments strewn across the gigantic living room.
I stepped forward into the room, relieved when I saw Eddie and Jasper standing off to one side, talking. I made my way over to them, glad for some Y-chromosome kind of company.
"Rose, glad you could come!" I heard Alice shriek excitedly, and I snickered in response.
"If only she knew…" I muttered, smirking.
"Please don't tell," said Edward, looking ill.
"Don't worry, my dear hypocritical prude I wo…"
"Oh sweet Jesus," Jasper whispered. "I almost forgot she put it there."
"What the heck?" But the man just pointed. I spun and noticed the mistletoe above the front door. Rosalie had ill-fatedly (or luckily in my mind) chosen to stand under it, and Alice was looking mischievous, Bella simply shocked.
"I missed it?" I roared. I missed them kissing? What kind of luck is that?
"Tough luck," Jasper said, and I shot him a dirty look.
"Aww, poor Emmett," Rosalie grinned.
"No kidding!" I complained.
"Come on girls, let's go. Back to the kitchen!" Alice ordered, clapping her hands authoritatively. "Ooh, by the way Rose, where did you get your lip gloss, it's positively sinful!"
"Really tough luck," Jasper grinned, and waved us into the living room.
"Schmuck," I shot back, following him regardless.
"You two are pigs," Edward informed us before taking another sip out of his champagne flute. I eyed his drink speculatively, and broke out into a laugh.
"What?" he hissed.
I leaned over to whisper in Jasper's ear, and thankfully he has a sense of humor. Though Eddie didn't take too kindly to us both laughing at him. He demanded to know why.
"Says the dandy who's sipping champagne. Man, I swear if you weren't sleeping with Bella, I would think you were gay…."
"I'm not gay!" he screamed.
"Jeez man, don't get your panties in a twist," I warned.
"Nice to know, Eddie, but do you three want to eat dinner or not?" Alice asked sweetly, coming into the room with her usual superb timing.
"I sure do," Jasper replied, crossing over to where his wife was. He wrapped an arm around her waist and they left for the dining room, leaving me and my apparently straight friend in here.
"Aww," I said, with the biggest grin on my face. "Forget it Eddie, Merry Christmas!" I grabbed him for a bear hug, and he managed to set his glass down just in time.
"Emmett. Strangle. You're strangling me!" He managed to get out after a few seconds. I let him go, chuckling all the while. It was so fun to rile him up; his overreactions were the funniest shit….
"This is going to be a long Christmas…" he muttered.
"You said it!" I agreed, feeling particularly chummy tonight. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all. If I could just get the girls to kiss again, then it'd be near-perfect. I still couldn't believe I missed that prime moment. Jasper and Edward couldn't appreciate it like I could.
This was bogus.
This was the holidays.
Happy 3rd of December, I don't have a chocolate calendar (because apparently I'm too 'old') but Lucy does and this morning's shape was a stocking!! Inspirational stuff...
Tomorrow's author ... HammondGirl (This one is still possibly going to be different, but you'll soon find out)