A short drabble:
Emmet and Rosalie lay in bed, immersed in their love. Then from nowhere, came a muffled shout and 'oof!' The two appeared by the window looking down into the garden. Edward was holding Bella in his arms, who seemingly had fallen from a great height.
'Wow.' Emmet seemed speechless, a confused smirk on his face.
'What do you know, Edward's innocent little Bella finds us hot.' Rosalie snickered.