I feel someone sliding an ice cube along my bare calf. I swat at my leg, burrowing further into the pillows. I moan, "Knockitofffucker." His deafening laugh wakes me. I sit up blinking the sleep out of my eyes.

"Come on she-wolf. Rise and shine. I let you sleep most of the afternoon away. But...hmm...I like a naked werewolf." His gaze trails down my naked body. I guess at some point I had shucked off the robe. I lean back, lick my lips and spread my legs.

"Come an' get it Papa Bear." My voice is seductive and if the rising bulge in his jeans is any indication, it's getting to him. Wait a frigging minute. I sit up glowering at him. "Where did you get jeans from? You had on cargo pants." I quickly scan the room and see shopping bags in the corner. I turn back to him incredulously. "You went shopping?"

He laughs as he sits beside me, trailing his fingers along my bare overheated skin. "Yeah, I went shopping. I figured we could use some new duds. Can't go out later with the shit we had on."

I look at him in confusion. "Go out?" I sneak a quick look at my cell phone on the night stand. I cringe when I see it's almost six in the evening. I have slept for close to three hours. Uninterrupted, nightmare-less and Sam-less sleep. God, Emmett deserves a blow job for that alone. He just sits on the edge of the bed watching me as I sneak glances at the shopping bags. I see the edge of a pink shopping bag behind those of the Gap. He didn't.

"Wanna see?" I glare at him which earns me another chuckle. He gets up and gathers the bags. He deposits them unceremoniously at my feet causing me to sit up. I ignore the pink bag and look through the Gap bags. I pull out a long summer strapless dress in a dark turquoise color. The material is knit jersey and will hug my curves. I look at him with a smirk on my face. I reach into the bag again and pull out some jewelry he got as well. Gold bangles and earrings. I sigh in relief when I realize they're not real. Right? The Gap doesn't sell fourteen carat gold? A small linen clutch. I look at him, my heart threatening to explode in my chest. "You like?"

The uncertainty in his voice is what does it. I throw the bags to the floor and jump his bones. Before he can even register what is happening I have his jeans shoved down, fuck I broke the zipper, and engulf his popsicle stick into my hot and eager mouth. He pulls my hair as he starts to get into a rhythm of humping my mouth. I can't get enough and soon my hands find his balls to massage. I can feel him jerk in my mouth as I swallow his seed. It's kind of like Scope, all tingly like. I throw myself back onto the bed as he stares dumbly at me. I lick my lips pleased to find some of him still there. "I like."

He just growls and swipes the bags from the bed before burying himself in me. I scratch at his back as his body pummels mine. He grabs my hair and lowers his mouth to mine. His kiss has me dizzy. It's a total contradiction to what his body is doing to me. His tongue gently strokes mine. I'm drowning in him. I gasp for air as I cum. He soon follows. His weight collapses onto top of mine and I like it. I soothingly rub his back for a few moments before he rises. He kisses the top of my head before disappearing into the bathroom. He comes back out with a wet washcloth and gently cleans my lower regions. Then he once again disappears into the bathroom and I can hear the sink running. I guess he's cleaning himself up. I jump off the bed and tear into the Victoria's Secret bag. I pull out a nude colored strapless bra along with a matching thong. Not bad. I figure he would...oh what the fuck is this?

"That's for later tonight. Figured you wouldn't mind." I just stare at the black lacy thing that closes around the neck.

"Uh...it's just...you like this stuff?" I sound so stupid. Of course he likes this stuff and Rosalie probably wore it all the time for him. I try to bank down the jealousy I feel.

He just nods, quiet while watching me. "It's called the Very Sexy cut out halter baby doll. I saw it and instantly imagined it on your body. The way the black lace would hug your fucking tits. The way it would look on your caramel skin." I take in a deep breath as his eyes darken. "I got so fucking hard imagining you in it that I had to jerk off in the bathroom at the mall like a fucking teenager. Just pulled on my dick imagining it was your hand. And when I came I imagined it was in your mouth. Like before when you swallowed me."

I can't do anything but nod and am pretty sure he can smell how wet he has me. "Okay." The word comes out so small that he smiles at me. Of course that just pisses me off so I square my shoulders. "Bet you can't go five minutes without tearing it off of me later."

He crosses his arms across his body. "You're on. Now you're going to get dressed. We have dinner reservations at eight fifteen at the hotel restaurant. I heard they have pretty good steaks." My stomach growls at the mention of food. "Then I figure we can catch a movie."

The man has my stomach in knots. I can't keep up with him. We're going on a date? He bought me a dress and accessories. I'm going to wear lingerie later on to seduce him. Oh God. Oh God. He picks up his jeans and curses when he sees the zipper. I bite my lip and shrug, "Oh sorry."

He just smirks at me and pulls out another pair of jeans from the Gap bag. "It's okay. I know you can't control yourself so I got an extra pair. Hey there are some flips flops in there. I think they're your size."

I rummage through the bag and find them. Amazingly enough they are. I pick up the bra and frown when I see it's a size too small. "Em..."

He just smiles. "The lady said I should go a size smaller in the back so it stays on tight. Can't have my favorite D's flopping out. I'll have to drain somebody if they dare to look."

I scowl at him. Sure enough, the bra fits snugly and gives me a nice shape. I pull on the matching bikini panties. I step into the dress and catch his appreciative glance in the mirror. I go to the bathroom to do something with my hair, wishing I had some make up. I nearly cry when I see a Benefit Legally Bronze make up kit. He got me make up. I look in the mirror and bite my lips. It's going to be so hard to let him go. I open the small make up kit and apply the bronzer to my cheeks and cleavage enjoying the small shimmer it gives my skin. I sweep on a couple coats of mascara and finish with a quick sweep of the golden eyeliner. I open the small bottle of High Beam and purse my lips. Not sure what do with it. I dab a tiny bit in the corners of my eyes and like how they seem to brighten. Then as if my smile couldn't get any bigger, I spy the tube of California Kissin' lip shine. I swipe it on and enjoy the minty tingle. Not as good as Emmett's spunk, but close.

I take out the braid and purse my lips when I recognize my hair is still wet. I shake around and let the tousled waves settle around my shoulders. I put my hands on my hips and look at my reflection. Well, this is as good as it gets. I throw open the door and can't help the small moan.

He has on a tight military styled polo that clings to his muscles like a second skin. The jeans are snug in all the right places and I can't help but let my gaze linger on his crotch. Do we really have to go out? He doesn't even eat. Then my stomach growls. He breaks the silence, "The makeup was good? I mean the lady said it was good for someone who doesn't wear a lot of makeup."

Oh God, he's doing it again. If he doesn't stop with that insecure shy shit we will never leave this room. "It was fine. I mean, I knew how to use it." That was so slick. Really.

He nods and holds out his hand. "We have an hour to kill before dinner. It's nice out. Let's walk." I take his hand in mine and it's like we balance each other out. His frosty self and my heat. We step into the elevator not saying a word. I enjoy the comfortable silence we share.

Port Angeles is busy at this time of evening, couples and families walking about. I am in awe how they are so unaware of what monsters the world really holds. And then I just enjoy the normalcy I feel with Emmett. He is no longer a blood sucking leech of doom and I'm not a giant puppy. We're just us. We walk in and out of stores looking at local artists' work. I admire a small painting of the moon over the ocean. It reminds me of First Beach. He picks up a hand blown glass vase that he thinks Esme would like for their foyer.

We walk some more and find ourselves on a pretty empty street. I look at him and see his shoulders are tense. "Emmett?" He says nothing. "Papa Bear?"

That seems to jar him. He looks at me and the look of resolution on his face causes my stomach to do belly flops. "I need to tell you something. Something I haven't shared with my family. Not even Edward and his mind reading bullshit."

I manage to speak, "It's okay Emmett. I'm...I'm here for you."

He stops and pulls me to him, dominating my mouth with his. The kiss tastes of desperation and need. He finally pulls away, his grip on me tightening to the point of pain. "Rose meant to die in that battle."

I am at a loss. "What? What are..."

He cuts me off, his eyes fierce, "She told me right before the fight started that she was going to die during it one way or another. She killed herself and I let her."

Well that just put a damper on the evening.