Not Without A Fight
Annaleise Marie

Round Eleven

AN: I was very happy with how many people said that they loved the last chapter. I guess after all of this time it's good to see them finally getting their shit together. Haha. And it will probably stay that way for a good while. I have other stuff I have to deal with in the next... nine chapters. Is that all I get? I'm going to have to cram a lot into this last half of the story soooo... longer chapters ahoy! And I know, I know, it's a self-imposed chapter limit. It could be longer. Just, twenty chapters seems like a nice round amount. :D

There is no RPOV in this chapter, which surprised this shit out of even me, given the content, but there you have it. I didn't realize it until I went through it after writing it and I'm definitely rewriting so... be happy with the EPOV. XD

So now, enough rambling. I own an intense dislike for my employers, who could not get me a paycheck on time if their lives depended on it, but I do not own Twilight. That would be Stephenie Meyer.

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EPOV

"X-Men or Spiderman?" Rosalie asked. We were laying on her bed, side by side, playing the either/or game. Lame? Maybe.

"Spiderman," I said immediately. It was my practice to answer with the first one that came to mind. If I overthink things, they tend to go badly. "Pasta or pizza?"

"Pizza. Chocolate or vanilla?"

"On pizza? Gross," I said and she nudged my leg with her foot. "Okay, chocolate. Water or fire?"

"Fire. Earth or space?"

"Space. Sure or unsure?"

"Surely unsure," she said without missing a beat. Yup. Pretty sure I love her.

Pretty sure I'm not going to tell her that, but yeah, pretty sure I do.

"Emmett?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

"Kiss or hug?" she asked. And who the hell would I be to turn down that opportunity? I rolled to my side, pulling her closer to me and kissing her softly.

"Kiss," I said. "Rain or—"

I was cut off as her lips met mine again, but I didn't care. The either/or game had nothing on kissing Rosalie.

It started out almost chaste, short, closed-mouth kisses, but before I even had time to process it had escalated to searing, hungry, wonderfully punishing kisses, complete with roaming hands to complete the makeout cliché. She raised up, slinging one leg over my waist to straddle me, and I let her take control of the kiss because she was now grinding herself against me and fuck I couldn't think anymore.

One of my hands came up to tangle in her blonde curls and I groaned into her mouth as she ground harder against my cock, letting me feel her heat through both of our pajama pants. I rolled us over, settling my weight over her carefully, not breaking the kiss.

Her loss of control over the position only fueled the ferocity of her kissing and I fucking growled as she bit my lip and pulled on it. Fuck.

I thrust my hips into hers and she gasped, her nails raking hard against my back. Jesus fucking Christ. She was going to be the death of me. Sure, she wasn't doing anything unusual, but everything she did was magnified in effect by the simple fact that it was her.

And it... was her. That was the thing. I needed this to be different. I didn't want her to be just like the others.

I was having trouble focusing on that, though, as she sat up, forcing me to rock back on my knees as she tugged at the hem of my shirt. Her hands moved down my chest the second she managed to pull it off, traveling over the expanse of muscle as she hummed her approval into my mouth and I had never been so glad that I stayed in shape because hell, she liked it.

I rocked forward again, leading her to lie back down as my hands moved from her hips upward to her ribs and then on to fondle her breasts over her fucking lacy bra, letting my nails scrape lightly over the hardened nipples as I ground into her again, the actions eliciting the loudest gasp from her yet.

I was momentarily distracted when her hands started tugging at the waistband of my pajama pants and I stood, pulling her off of the bed to me, not wanting to stop kissing her for long. Her hands immediately went to my pants again but she was interrupted by me pulling her shirt up and over her head, quickly unclasping her bra and letting it slide off of her shoulders before finally leaving her mouth to give her breasts the kind of attention that I had dreamed of giving them from the day I met her. I kissed my way down her neck and past her collar until I finally reached them, sucking one dark pink nipple while I used my fingers on the other. She gasped and arched her chest towards me, her hands and nails once more going to my back.

Fuck, I loved that.

The hand that wasn't occupied with her perfect tits drifted down, pulling at her pajama shorts until they finally slid down, pooling around her feet as she did the same with mine, yanking my pants and boxers down in one swift motion.

I brought my mouth back to hers, my hands on her waist as I guided her back to the bed. She fell to it when the backs of her knees hit the mattress and I let her scoot back up the bed before joining her, settling myself between her legs.

Fuck. Condom.

That thought brought me back to earth. Now my mind had to be clear, and it took that opportunity to remind me that I wanted this to be more with Rosalie. I wanted... And she had to understand... How do I even explain it?

I had to try.

"Rosalie," I started carefully, gasping as I freed my lips from hers. This was so hard to say, even to myself. I would almost have rather eaten a gym sock – after gym – after taking it off of a very smelly, sweaty fat man with my teeth – than say this. "I've never... done... this."

She looked confused. Oh god, don't make me elaborate.

"What?" she asked. "I thought you did it with Lauren?"

"I fucked Lauren..." I said, trying to figure out how to tell her. "But that's... not what I want with you."

"Oh," she said slowly, and something flickered over her face before her features hardened and she pulled herself out from under me, grabbing her tee shirt and shorts off of the floor, pulling them on faster than anything I have ever seen. "Sorry," she spat.

"What?"

"I didn't mean to try to make you do anything you didn't want to do," she said, and she sounded like she was trying to scream but her voice wasn't strong enough. Oh god, was she going to... "God knows," she added, choking out a bitter laugh before hurrying from the room.

I got up, planning to follow her, to find some way to explain, even if I really didn't want to, but I had just managed to get my own pants on when Jasper came bursting through the door, practically dragging Alice behind him, who had a grip on his arm. His eyes flew around the room before resting on me.

Jesus Christ, he looked mad enough to spit. And in my experience, guys who look mad enough to spit usually do a lot more than that. I felt like I was sixteen again, getting caught by that one girl's father... Jeez, those were bad times. I really was not wanting to go through that again. Especially because that was Maine and I don't care what people tell you, the people there are more likely to pull a gun on your ass than the deep south. You just don't hear about it because they're also more likely to get away with it.

Maybe Jasper being from the south would work in my favour? Nah. With my luck that would be the one part he retained from being brought up in the north, even if it was on the opposite coast.

"What the fuck did you do?" he demanded, and his voice had reached this register that just scared the shit out of me. I wasn't sure if he was yelling or whispering. He seemed to be achieving both.

"Jazz," Alice whispered, pulling on his sleeve. Maybe I would get lucky and he wouldn't want to kill me in front of her.

"Alice," he said, and it was a warning. Oh dear lord, even Alice wasn't going to be able to get me out of this one. "What. Did you do?" he repeated.

"I didn't mean to do anything," I defended.

"That's not what I asked you," he hedged. "I asked you what you did to my sister."

"I don't know!" I exclaimed. With these questions, I would almost rather that he just went ahead and kicked my ass, except I got the feeling that that would be followed by an interrogation and there was really no need to two kinds of pain.

"Emmett," Alice said quietly, patting Jasper's back softly to calm him as his eyes narrowed at her interruption. "What happened?"

"I was... and she was... and we were..." I was gesticulating wildly, trying to convey my point because dear God, as much as I love to brag about my own sex life, I don't generally do it in front of the girl's brother. "And... I don't want to..." I took a deep breath. "I don't want to fuck her."

"Oh," Alice said quietly as though that made perfect sense. Fuck. It didn't even make that much sense to me.

Jasper's fist collided with the door and Alice cringed. "Jesus fucking Christ, McCarty! Don't you think you should have thought of that before?" he asked. "I mean, I really don't want to imagine you and Rosalie... going at it." He seemed to be searching for his next words. Good. At least I wasn't the only one tongue tied. "But fuck, don't you think you should have made that decision before?" I wondered if he realized he was pretty much repeating himself.

"Jazz, I don't think think that's what he's saying," Alice said soothingly.

"What?" Jasper asked, tearing his eyes from me to look at her incredulously.

"Emmett wants to make love to her," she said, laughing a little. Oh dear God. Could this get any more awkward? Really? Because if it could, I'd just like to get it over with now, please. Jasper turned to look at me again, and his expression had turned to incredulity.

"I... am going to throw a shoe at you," he said, raking his hands through his hair, and if I wasn't still afraid that he was going to honest-to-god kill me, I might have laughed at that. "Why did you have to make her cry over a technicality like that?"

Oh jeez. So she was crying. Fuck.

"Go... fix this," he hissed. I felt the need to salute. Probably wouldn't be a good idea. He'd probably see it as me being a smart ass. I ducked around him and looked around the hall.

"Outside," Alice whispered.

"Don't help him, Alice."

I didn't hear Alice's answer. I was already halfway down the stairs. It didn't hit me until I hit the door that Alice wasn't really helping me. Outside was a lot more space to search than inside. Where the hell would she even go? Her car was still in the driveway. So she couldn't have gone far, right? It's not like she had superhuman speed or anything.

I went around to the backyard, and finally found her in the garage there. She was sitting at a work table that was cleared off except for some evil hunk of metal that I could only assume was a part of a car. I didn't know much about cars. I love my Jeep, but still – the dealer services it.

I approached her carefully, half expecting her to turn and hurl that hunk of metal at me. She didn't move, although I thought I could see her shoulders shake every few seconds. Fuck. Jasper was right. I made her fucking cry.

I didn't know what to do when I reached her. Should I hug her? Would that be dangerous? She was, after all, the potential wielder of the evil-looking hunk of metal.

I'd risk that.

I wrapped my arms around her, resting my chin on her shoulder and looking at her face. I had wondered what she had found so fascinating about the evil part, but then I realized that she wasn't even looking at it. Her eyes were shut tightly, her cheeks tear-stained. I think she was holding in sobs or something cause she was steadily turning redder. God, breathe!

I probably shouldn't say that.

"Whatcha doing?" I muttered instead. She moved to wipe her eyes and then opened them to glare at the part in front of her.

"I'm fixing a carburetor," she said. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're missing a few tools," I said. Like I said, I wasn't an expert on cars, by a long shot, but I felt like something like that would at least require a screwdriver or a wrench or something.

"Well, then it's a good thing you're here," she spat.

"Ouch," I said. "You know, I've been called a lot of things in my life, but 'tool' is a first."

"Shocking."

"Probably." I buried my face in her hair. "I'm sorry," I said. I felt her shrug.

"It's not like I wasn't expecting it. I just wish you would've been upfront about it instead of..." she trailed off, her mouth opening and closing for a second before she was suddenly on her feet and tossing the carburetor across the garage. See? I knew it would be dangerous. "Instead of fucking lying," she spat, spinning to face me.

… What?

"What?" I asked. Clearly it was the only thought I could form.

"I figured that any guy who found out what happened wouldn't want me anymore, but you! You took the next step and pretended you did!" she spat. Her words were angry but her eyes were still watering. "Why the fuck would you do that?"

… What?

"What?"

"All you had to say was that you didn't want me!"

Oh fuck. Fuck Jasper for being right about every fucking thing on the planet. Just. Fuck. Him.

"I don't not want you," I said. She rolled her eyes.

"Not enough to sleep with me," she said. "And hell, that must make me pretty fucking repulsive because you sure had no problem fucking Lauren."

"Would you shut up with that?" I asked and immediately regretted it. "Look, I fucked Lauren. That requires no real interest, past the need to get off and she was there and... Do you want us to end up like me and Lauren?" God, why was it so hard to just spit it out? Alice had no problem saying it.

"No," she said.

"Then why would you want me to do that? Fuck, Rosalie, I want..." I inhaled deeply. "What I was trying to say, up there, is that I want... something that means more than that. I want... to make love to you." that sounded exactly as lame as I thought it was going to. I suddenly wished that she had just thrown the damned carburetor at me.

"You... do?" she asked, looking skeptical.

"Fuck, Rosalie, yes," I said. She was staring at me like she wasn't understanding what I was saying anymore.

"What?" she finally asked.

"Please don't make me say it again," I groaned. This was so uncomfortable. She was still staring at me and on top of that – "Why is it so fucking hot in here?" I hadn't noticed it before but it was like the fucking desert in here.

"The floors are heated," she said quietly. "Since I work out here in the winter... And it's cold and I'm wearing shorts so I turned it up and you know, heat rises."

"Jesus Christ," I muttered, laughing. She looked at me like she was sure I had lost my mind and that just made me laugh harder.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"I'm sorry. My nerves are shot and I am so fucking tired and all of this and the floors are heated," I laughed. Even I couldn't see what about it was funny but fuck I had to laugh about something.

And then she was laughing, and it was like a weight being lifted from my shoulders. She was laughing. It's okay. She was laughing.

"You're so stupid," she gasped between laughs. That was okay. I'd take that. "Let's go inside."

"I think you should go first. Jasper may go crazy if he thinks for a second that I came back without you," I said, still laughing a little. She nodded and left the garage, pausing by the door to turn the heaters off.

We didn't make love that night, but after everything that had happened, I was just glad to be there with her in my arms through the night.

It had to be progress, right? This time two months ago, she would have kicked me the hell out. That was what I kept telling myself.

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AN: I have never written a het lemon from the male's POV (the bit with Lauren didn't count, shh) so please, please dear god forgive me if it sucked ass. It was largely theoretical because obviously I will never find myself in that particular situation. As for the rest of the chapter, well, you can hold it against me because I'm sure some of you are irritated by it. Haha. But, for the record, future lemons will probably be told from Rosalie's POV.

So, on the subject of my disclaimer up there, I've decided that I'm going to marry Dwayne in accounting, because I have more contact with him than anyone else on this planet since my checks are always missing. He has no real say in the matter. I'm thinking a June wedding. You're all invited. :D

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Okay now. /bribes reviewers with... /looks around... Ah! /bribes reviewers with pretty ribbon. Everyone loves a pretty ribbon.