BPOV

"Bell-"

"Emmett-"

We both speak at the same time.

"You go," I say. "I think I've talked enough." I turn my back to him and walk over to the couch. He stays where he is and rubs his chin.

"Um, I didn't mean for that to come out like that," he starts. I'm crushed, thinking he regrets what he said. I hope he meant it because I'm in love with him, too. He notices my face and quickly starts speaking again. "I mean, I meant what I said, I am in love with you, but I didn't want to say it like I did. I was hoping I could tell you over a romantic dinner or when we're alone behind the meat counter or something. Not when we're in the middle of an argument where you think I'm cheating on you."

My heart swells, but before I can tell him I love him too, he shushes me.

"I'm not done. I need to get this out." He takes a deep breath and begins pacing like I was moments before. "I'm not cheating on you. I haven't ever cheated on you. Elizabeth is an old fling. Not even a fling. I slept with her a few times when we were at the same party and we were both hammered. It was just convenient that she lived next door and was available anytime I wanted," he stopped and groaned. "God, that made me sound like a total asshole."

I agree.

"Anyway, we were a regular thing for a few months, but when she wanted to be more, I didn't. I would have actually considered it, had I not met you that very same day." I smile shyly, very unlike myself. "I haven't had sex with her since, but she's been trying. The other day was the first time I'd even seen her in a while because I'd been over at your place. In the elevator, I didn't say anything because I know you can handle yourself. You made it very clear and I felt like if I stepped in...I don't know, but I should have.

"Bella, you deserve a guy who stands up for you. I don't know what happened with you and that guy who called you a few weeks ago, but I haven't forgotten how you cried on my shoulder for over an hour. I want to be there for you, Bella, for whatever reason. Whether it's just sitting in silence and holding your hand or fighting off the hundreds of guy I see staring at you every time we go out. I know I have a past with Elizabeth, but that's over. I didn't push her away because she doesn't mean anything to me. She doesn't get to touch me the way you do and she won't ever be able to again.

"I love you, Bella and I will spend everyday proving to you that I am the guy that you deserve, that I am the guy who will love you for as long as you let me."

At the end of his speech, I'm crying. Tears are running down my cheeks in rivers. I stand up and run over to him, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. He hugs me close to him as I cry in his neck. He moves over to the couch and we sit down.

When I'm finally finished, I lift my head off his shoulder and look into his eyes as I rest my forehead against his. With his hair gripped in my hands, I speak in a low, raspy tone, "I love you, too."

He kisses me then. He grips my sides and lays us down on the sofa, him on top of me. Our clothes are lost quickly and soon we're skin on skin. We're too rushed for foreplay and even though this is our first time together, it's right and I wouldn't change it for the world.

He thrusts inside me and I feel complete. It's completely corny and I can't believe I even said it myself, but it's the way I feel. It's like a piece was missing and now that we're connected, I feel whole.

Em starts out slow, but it's not enough for the emotional roller coast we just went on. He speeds up and matches my hips with every thrust.

"Oh, god, Emmett!" I rake my nails up his back and he groans and puts more enthusiasm in his thrusts.

"Yes, Emmett!"

"Bella..." He groans and pounds into me, quicker yet again. He leans down and sucks on my neck and moves down to my collar bone then my breasts. I lock my fingers in his curly hair and move my hand down his back to keep him in place.

"Em, I'm so close." I whisper, my breath labored. "Harder, Em."

He reaches his hand down and rubs my clit with his thumb, causing me to cry out. He silences me with a kiss. Our tongues tangle and I'm so out of breath, I have to pull away, but only for a second.

"Come on, Bell," I know he's close, but I'm closer.

"Emmett!" I yell his name as I hit my climax.

"Ugh, Bell," he quickly follows and thrusts as we ride it out together. He collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and out of breath.

"That was incredible," I whisper, combing my fingers through his hair.

Em grabs a blanket and flips us over. He covers us and I cuddle into his chest. "I love you, Em."

"I love you, too, Bella."

I am content and am close to losing consciousness until the door bangs open and a man enters Em's apartment.

I gasp and squeak, pulling the blanket tighter around myself. Emmett jerks his head toward the intruder.

"Oh, man, I am so sorry!" the intruder laughs and covers his eyes with his hand. He tosses his bag to the side and moves toward the kitchen. "I'll, uh, let you guys cover up."

Emmett wraps the blanket around me and I'm still so embarrassed I hardly ogle his ass and massive cock when he gets up to put on his boxers. But I do ogle, if only just a little.

"Dude, I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow," Emmett whisper-yells to the guy in the kitchen. I search for my panties, then slip them on followed by Emmett's t-shirt.

"I didn't know you were going to be screwing a girl on the couch! You usually keep it at their place!" The guy still had a grin on his face as I walked into the kitchen. Emmett looks over and smiles, reaching out a hand for me to take.

I take Emmett's hand and rest my head on his bicep. The intruder guy looks back and forth between Emmett and I, grinning behind his glass of water. I look back at him, noticing his penny colored hair and devastatingly handsome good looks. But not as good as Emmett's.

"Edward, this is Bella, my girlfriend. Bella, this is Edward, my roommate," Emmett says.

"Nice to meet you, Edward. I've heard absolutely nothing about you," I say and reach my hand out for him to shake.

Edward shakes my hand and holds his other one against his heart. "I'm wounded." He glares at Emmett. He kisses my knuckles. "It's lovely to meet you, Bella. I have heard about you, but honestly I didn't think it'd last long enough to meet you."

I am stunned for a moment. Emmett actually talks to his friends about me? Then I realize that Edward said he didn't think it would last. Is that because Emmett said it was only a fling? That I was just like Elizabeth? Or is it simply because Emmett didn't keep girls around and Edward just assumed?

I just smile at Edward and Emmett takes me back into the living room. Edward takes his stuff down the hall, probably to a room I have never seen before. Emmett and I cuddle on the couch some more, but I'm no longer tired.

I think about our relationship. How I haven't seen Alice in almost a week. I think about Elizabeth and his whole explanation. I think about Edward and everything he said about Emmett and about me. I believe everything Emmett tells me because I love him. But I also think about myself. My attitude and the way I've been acting lately. I can only think about how I'm no longer as crude and vulgar and loudmouthed as I once was. I think about whether Emmett is good for me and he's changing me for the better...

or if I'm so lost in love, that I'm losing myself in the process.

Some interesting thoughts Bella has. Hm. Where will things go from here? I'm thinking more Alice, more fluff, and less angst and drama. More pet names for sure. We'll see how things go. REVIEW me your love. -Ann