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RPOV

I clamped my teeth together to keep them from chattering with nerves. Why was I more anxious now than I'd been six years ago, when I'd showed up at Emmett's house to voluntarily surrender my virginity to him?

Emmett climbed in the cab next to me—really, he was just way too close, though no doubt we'd be getting a whole lot closer soon—and gave the driver his address.

"Rosie," he murmured, throwing an arm around my shoulders and dragging me close to him until our thighs were flush with each other and I was neatly tucked beneath his big arm.

I buried my face into his shirt, savoring the nostalgic scent that was Emmett and Emmett alone, and tried to stop the inevitable tears. It seemed I couldn't do anything these days without bawling my eyes out.

It had been so long, and so much had happened in the interim, but I knew that me trying to deny him and us was impossible.

And as if he'd just read my thoughts, Emmett said, "Do you think we should . . .you know. . .talk about this?"

Talk? Us? No, definitely not.

If we had a conversation about us, us would never happen. I would remember why I wasn't doing this in the first place. Except that I was definitely doing whatever it was we were doing, and getting into this cab tonight was my promise to myself that I would try to forget what had happened six years ago. I was going to try to move forward and trust him.

"No," I said as firmly as I could. "Emmett," I breathed a little more unsteadily as I looked up at him, "help me forget . . . please."

Clearly I didn't have to say anything else, because a split second after my words faded from the air, one big hand was on my thigh, and his mouth was again devouring mine.

As he rubbed deliciously pleasurable circles with his big thumb, the material of my jeans causing just enough friction to reach my skin, I tried to think with the two functioning brain molecules I had left on why it was a bad idea to jump Emmett in a cab. Or really, have him jump me. Screw public indecency laws.

Emmett growled low in his throat as my hands began to feel their way up his muscular chest. God, I'd missed him and all that incredible sexual magnetism.

I had to choke back another sob as we curled into each other in exactly the same way we always had. Waves of nostalgia peaked over me, and to my abject horror, a single tear leaked out of my eyelid and soaked into his shirt.

But unlike the torrents of tears I'd cried over the last few weeks—really, the last few years—this tear had nothing to do with heartbreak or the loss of the man in my arms tonight. Yet, it did have everything to do with the man in my arms that I'd regained, and the broken heart that was miraculously repaired.

I lifted my face towards his, no longer embarrassed or ashamed of the emotions Emmett was able to evoke in me.

"Rosie," Emmett murmured again, and his hands cradled my head, a finger wiping away the stray tear. "Don't be sad."

"I'm not," I choked, "I'm happy." Three more tears fell down my cheek and Emmett raised an eyebrow.

I burst into watery laughter. If I ever needed a reminder that I loved this man, here it was. I pulled away a little and looked him straight in the eye.

"I am," I said more than a little argumentatively.

Emmett leaned in with his forehead, resting it gently against mine. Those midnight blue eyes bored holes into me. "Prove it," he whispered.

"Okay," I whispered back, and as my eyes fluttered shut, I let my lips touch his, softly, gently.

"Still not feeling it," he murmured with a teasing voice.

I felt the growl rise in the back of my throat. Okay, he was asking for it now.

I pushed him back against the worn leather seat and started to devour him with every ounce of passion that I'd built up through the years, every molecule of how much I'd wanted him and every lame loser I'd settled for instead.

I moved my hand down his chest again, almost to right where he wanted me to touch him—not that I didn't want it, too—but at the last minute my questing fingers settled for a squeeze at the top of his thigh.

Emmett groaned into my mouth and I swear I heard the word, "witch," being uttered, but before I could protest my own back was on the seat, and his mouth was back on mine, devouring me like I was his favorite treat.

Our tongues meshed together, and one big hand traced patterns up my torso, raising goosebumps, even though he was only touching my shirt and not the skin I was desperate to grant him access to. I groaned into Emmett's mouth. I wanted his hands on all of me. There'd been so much anticipation built up to the one time we'd ever slept together, and as much as I'd enjoyed that one night, there was still so much left. So much that had been put away, and was now being thrust back into the bright light of day. It was all a bit dusty perhaps, but still as strong as it had been six years ago.

Emmett's hand sneakily worked its way up my torso and his thumb brushed the underside of my breast. I hissed and thought, Okay, maybe it's stronger now.

For the rest of the ten minute cab ride, we kissed a lot and every so often he'd stealthily circle a nipple and tease it until it was hard and I was hungry and gasping for breath. Then he'd insistently calm me down, merely allowing me only short, gentle, shallow kisses. By the end of the cab ride, I was a shaking, jittery, incredibly horny mess. To say nothing of the state of my panties.

I was honestly surprised that as I tried to climb out of the cab door, while Emmett paid the driver, that my knees didn't immediately collapse into jello at the exact moment they were supposed to hold me upright.

"You okay?" Emmett asked as the cab pulled away and he walked over to me, my head craned up the stairs to his condo.

"That's a lot of stairs."

"It is," Emmett agreed, his voice a lot lighter, and a lot happier, than I'd heard it since that first meeting weeks ago.

I looked down at the pavement, feeling a fresh wave of nerves wash over me. Six years ago I'd been better at pretending; now all my emotions were so close to the surface that acting normal was difficult, if not impossible. Emmett couldn't think that this was just any other one-night stand, and as if he read my mind, he came up behind me, nuzzling my neck.

"Feeling a bit lazy, are we?" he teased affectionately, laying open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck, causing me to shiver a little as the air hit my damp skin.

"No," I almost groaned. "Just. . .you're driving me crazy."

"Exactly." I could feel rather than see his self-satisfied grin as he stood behind me, lavishing torturesome pleasure on me.

Except that two people could definitely play this game and I was a little sick of letting him do all the torturing. I shifted my hips back, grinding my ass right into his crotch and couldn't help but smile as I felt his hard cock jump at the sudden friction.

"That's it," Emmett growled. He hooked one arm behind my knees and suddenly my world flipped upside down as I was lifted into the air. I gasped as my head settled against his hard chest.

"What are you doing?" I hissed. "Put me down."

"You said you were lazy," Emmett said, sauntering up the stairs, like he was carrying a five pound weight instead of a full grown woman. "And besides," he told me, his voice dropping to a murmur in my ear, "I like carrying you."

"You haven't done it for six years." Why, oh why was I stupid enough to bring that up? Sometimes I was just too dumb to draw breath.

"I'm making up for lost time," he said simply and seriously.

"Okay," I told him in a small voice. The tears threatened again and I let my eyes drift close, as we finally made it to the top of the stairs. He didn't even put me down as he unlocked the door, though I'm not sure I wanted to know how close I came to being dropped.

He walked through the dark house, not turning on a single light as he went, and I opened one eye but then promptly closed it again as we came to what must be his bedroom.

Nerves coalesced into a hard lump in the base of my stomach as he set me down so carefully on the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to open your eyes now?" he asked, gently, brushing back a few strands of hair out of my face.

I opened them slowly and saw him standing in front of me, even though the room was almost completely dark.

"We don't have to do this unless you want to."

"Oh, I want to," I said reassuringly. "You get your butt over here and into this bed with me and you'll see just how much I want to."

"That's more like it," Emmett laughed, and though it was dark in the room, I clearly saw him move towards an iPod dock.

"No music," I ordered breathlessly. "You're going to go and ruin another song for me."

"Good plan," Emmett agreed, turning back towards me. "Let's just make our own music."

"You're pretty loud," I giggled as he stripped his shirt off. The sound died in my throat and my mouth dried up, just from watching his muscles ripple slightly as he walked over to the side of the bed.

"See anything you like?" he asked, his voice low, and I reached up one hand to curl around his large bicep to pull him towards me.

"You have no idea," I purred as seductively as I could. "Can I see some more?"

Emmett wagged a single finger at me, as he crept onto the bed, and I scooted farther up towards the headboard. Finally my back hit it and Emmett rose above me slightly on those incredible arms, and his lips captured mine again in a hot kiss.

Lust washed through me, so hard and fast I was dizzy.

"Emmett," I gasped, and he took advantage of the way my head fell back, attacking my neck and the sensitive spot just under my ear—the very place he'd discovered six years back. It floored me that he still remembered and I sank my fingertips into his muscled back and pulled him closer towards me, until his body was flush with mine.

My hips bucked up to meet his and he groaned into my throat. "Rosie. Want you."

"Then take me," I breathed into his ear, "please."

The last word seemed to do, because Emmett finally reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, much to slowly for my peace of mind—but at least it was coming off.

We'd been upping the sexual stakes for a few weeks now, and finally things had reached the boiling point and I refused to wait any longer.

His hands slid slowly up my smooth torso, taking my shirt with them, letting his fingers drift enticingly over my bare skin.

Finally, he pulled the shirt the rest of the way over my head, but instead of going straight for my bra clasp, which was conveniently located in the front instead of the back, he went right back to my mouth, kissing me like he couldn't get enough. Of course, I was sure I couldn't get enough either, but if his tongue hadn't been keeping me occupied I still would have shrieked in frustration.

After what seemed like an eternity, probably because I was totally in thrall of his mouth on mine, I began to feel his hands begin to trace on my skin, the rough calluses on his hands from years of working on engines leaving fire in their wake.

I hooked one leg around Emmett's waist, and managed to lift myself up against him, rubbing as seductively as I could. Pleasure spiked through us, and I thought I heard someone groan, though I wasn't exactly sure if it was me or him. One hand roughly wrenched the front clasp of my bra open, and I couldn't be certain, but I could have sworn I heard a rip instead of the distinctive click it usually made. Really, this was a testament to how far in lust I was with Emmett—the bra was one of my favorites from Agent Provocateur's collection.

Emmett didn't even miss a beat after removing my bra. Instantly, his hands were covering my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard points, until he finally dipped his head low and ran his tongue over one. I arched into his mouth, unable to control myself or my reactions any longer—conscious only of massive gathering of heat between my thighs.

I never wanted him to stop, but the single coherent thought left in my head was cock and now.

Tightening my leg around his waist, I pulled hard while he was distracted with sending huge shots of pleasure down my spine, and flipped him over until I was straddling him.

"Rosalie," Emmett breathed, with a confused, lust-dazed expression on his face. He looked just about as out of it as I felt.

I put one hand on his chest as I moved slightly off him, to shimmy my jeans off, leaving the matching Agent Provocateur panties on, which caused Emmett's eyebrows to shoot up somewhere in the vicinity of his hairline.

"So incredibly sexy," he crooned, as he reached a hand out to touch. His fingers barely brushed the lace, but it was enough of a sensation to make my knees buckle. I slapped his fingers away.

"Stop it," I ordered. "If this was up to you, we'd still be on foreplay two days later, so I'm taking control."

Emmett smiled so broadly that I just barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes. Clearly, that had been his plan all along. What a jerk.

I gazed down at his broad muscled chest, and the jeans just hanging off those hips, and yeah, he was a real jerk. A real hot jerk.

I refused to comment on Emmett's maneuvering verbally. Instead, I just went straight for his pants, undoing his belt buckle and zipper, then ripping them off him with probably more force than was necessary 'cause yeah, he was going commando.

My vision was obviously lust-infected too, 'cause seeing him completely naked made the world around me turn all hazy and red.

I think I must have mouthed holy shit 'cause Emmett's grin only widened.

"Still like what you see, baby?" he boasted, and if I hadn't been so incredibly, frustratingly horny, I would have flounced out the door. Unfortunately, he had something I really really wanted. Leaving wasn't even an option.

I knew he was expecting the typical timid, am I doing this right? blowjob, so I made an executive, pussy-in-charge decision, and instead settled his rock hard cock right at my entrance, pushing my barely-there panties out of the way slightly and I slid right down.

The moan came from both of us this time, I was sure. Mainly because it was something I repeated about fifty more times as I rode him alternatively hard and soft, making him groan and swear until he was gripping the sheets by his hips with his fists, his head thrown back in crazy pleasure as we came together in a huge explosive force.

I collapsed on top of him, unable to hold myself up any longer, and Emmett wrapped those big arms around me and pulled the sheets up over us.

As I drifted into an incredible orgasm-induced sleep, Emmett smoothed my hair away from my face and muttered something that I couldn't hear and that I wasn't sure I was meant to hear anyway.

But it didn't matter because I was happier than I'd been in six long, long years.

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EmPOV

As the morning sun crept over the West Hills, the room began to fill with golden summer light, and I watched Rosalie as she slept.

Was I stalker? Maybe. But all I knew was that I'd never seen anything as beautiful, inside and out, as Rose right now, her golden limbs tangled naked among my sheets, her blond hair spread out like a fan from her face.

Her expression was peaceful, and her lips were curled into the sweetest, happiest little smile. I would have traded my life for her at this instant—and probably at every instant in the last six years, and in every instant in the future to come.

The little voice in my head told that I never should have touched her. Or let her touch me. But now that the damage was done, I knew I'd never be able to let her go as long as she wanted me.

My cock twitched just at the thought of her "wanting" me again.

Watching Rosalie ride me had been the secondhottest experience of my life—it was only eclipsed by the day when she'd given me her virginity.

Rose began to stir and I forced myself not to jump on top of her and wake her up the rest of the way. My cock twitched its approval of that particular idea, and my hand slid into the sheets, grabbing a handful of cotton to try to stop myself from ravishing her all over again.

We needed to talk instead. I'd tried to do it last night, but the lust had been too strong between us for it to happen then. Instead we'd had hot wild sex.

But this morning, it had to happen. Talking and the hot wild sex. I had to tell Rosalie the truth of what I had done six years ago.

Finally, those beautiful eyes of hers fluttered awake, and she beamed up at me with so much happiness, I nearly felt my heart stop in my chest—to say nothing of what my dick felt.

"Morning," she said, stretching her arms above her head, and causing my problem to become even more pronounced. If she glanced down, we were both in trouble. Her because she needed to hear what I was going to say, and me because I knew she'd never let me out of the bed without at least one bout of red hot sex.

I wanted to slowly strangle the man, or men, who'd taught her everything she'd shown me last night. I'd taken her virginity, but she hadn't really learned about sex from me. That had come from someone else. I took a deep breath, and told myself that the three holes I'd had to repair in the last three weeks were because I'd let myself think too much on other men touching Rosalie. It had been their right—and not mine. I was going to have to come to terms with that.

"Morning," I said, picking up one of her hands and intertwining the fingers with mine.

"I want to tell you something," I began, "and I want you to just listen. Don't . . .judge me until you hear all of it."

A furrow creased Rose's perfect forehead and I could nearly see the wheels spinning in that incredibly clever mind of hers.

"About what?" Her voice was guarded and I wanted to burst into long line of four letter words. Why had I thought she'd ever understand?

I took another long cleansing breath and started praying to whatever God existed that she'd hear me out without freaking first.

"Six years ago. . ." I got out and she shot up in bed, the sheet dropping to her waist and momentarily blinding me with her gorgeous body.

"What?" she nearly hissed at me. "What? You're going to bring up six years ago after last night?"

Yep. That did it. I was too dumb, too lame, to even draw breath. I had thought it would be better to tell her right away, maybe move past it before it became a sticking point when she did find out, but clearly that had been the wrong choice. No bueno

"Uh, uh, uh," I backpedaled as fast as my words could take me. "Just . . .forget I mentioned that. We don't have to talk about it."

Rose's gaze narrowed, and I hastily added, "Ever," though I certainly had no intention of never telling her. She just was going to have to get used to the idea first.

"Good," she smiled, the hard lines melting away from her face, and she wrapped her arms around my chest. "Now where we?"

I decided to take a page out of Rose's own playbook and take control.

"I was just. . ." I set her up by the headboard and slid down her body until my eyes were level with her dripping core, "about to figure out how to make you scream loud enough to wake my brothers up."

Rosalie giggled unsteadily and I gave myself a mental high five for extricating me and my blue balls out of that situation.

An hour later, when we finally emerged from the bedroom, with Rosalie wearing one of my t-shirts as a tunic and a fabulous head of sex hair, Jasper and Edward were in the kitchen. Clearly, I was a sex god as well as a human alarm clock.

"Hey guys," she said nonchalantly as Jasper's eyes nearly fell out of his head. Edward chuckled, and I was just pouring a glass of orange juice for Rose when Bella came down the hall, wearing the exact same thing as Rosalie, except that maybe her hair was a bit smoother.

The glass nearly fell out of my hand and shattered, but Edward grabbed it just in time.

"Jasper had a rough night of it," Edward observed with a huge grin. I could just imagine—between me and Rose and Edward and Bella, though personally I was sure that me and my girl could best any possible noise that those two could make.

"Hello Emmett," Bella chirped sweetly, wrapping one arm around Edward's waist and pulling his head down for a quick kiss on his cheek. "Nice to see you, too."

As far as I knew, Edward had never brought a girl home. He had never even stayed the night with one. I breathed a little easier. Clearly, my home boy was in uncharted territory, which was only good news for me. Nothing like being booted out of bed because your girl's best friend is dating your douche of a brother.

"I got some bad news this morning," Edward said with a frown.

I was torso-deep in the fridge looking for eggs as he said this, and I asked him what it was without even bothering to emerge.

"The house we were going to rent for the 4th is closed for the summer. Terrible water damage apparently. A pipe burst."

I glared at the carton of milk in front of me. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, it sucks. And it's way too late to find another. They're all booked."

"You mean we're going to have to stay in Portland for the 4th of July?" I whined.

Edward sighed and I knew this was exactly what he meant.

"Damn it," I muttered to a stick of butter.

"I have a solution," a way too chipper voiced tinkled, and in surprise I hit my head nice and good on a plastic shelf.

Rubbing my bruised skull, I carefully poked my head around the fridge door.

"Alice?" I asked in disbelief. She had spent the night too? I was kind of surprised I hadn't heard her and Jasper, but then, Rose and I had been making enough noise for the whole townhouse.

"What's your solution, babe?" Jasper asked pointedly, glaring at me.

What? Of course I was surprised. Jasper had less game in his whole body than I had in my pinky finger.

"We're renting a house in Cannon Beach. There's three bedrooms—enough room for all of us!" Alice's voice was way too high and way too excited this early in the morning, but her idea definitely had potential. More than potential. All I could think was screwing Rosalie through a fun and firework-filled long weekend. Excellent.

"That's a great idea," Bella added, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Rosalie was nodding in agreement. Perfect. Screwing like rabbits it is.

"Too bad the 4th is weeks away," Alice pouted.

Bella put her arm around her. "But think of all the time you have to plan now!" she said, clearly familiar with Alice's moods.

Alice smiled brightly. "Good point. There's so much to do!" She clapped her hands excitedly and I sagged against the fridge door, barely managing to suppress a groan.

Beaching with Alice was going to be like going on a hellish Girl Scout bonding trip—every second filled with lanyard weaving or campfire building or Kumbaya singing.

Great.

However, I, too, had three weeks to figure out every possible excuse to get Rose alone so I could screw her brains out. I smirked at her and her eyes brightened. Ok, time for the bedroom again.

Nobody even looked surprised as I dragged her out of the kitchen, eggs never found, back down the hallway to my bedroom.

"We need to sound proof that shit!" Edward called after us, with laughter in his voice.

"You know it baby!" Rose laughed, the happiness of six lost years filling her lungs.

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