Not Without A Fight
Annaleise Marie
Round Twelve
AN: I'm so glad to hear that I'm not the only one to find "making love" to be an awkward term. Haha. Seriously, the whole time I was writing it, I was feeling like Emmett. I was like 'dear god, this dialogue is so fucking awkward'. XD
Also, since the last chapter was all EPOV, I'm going to make it up to those of you who like Rosalie's POV in this chapter by giving it all to her! Hope you enjoy it! Although, if you are under the age of eighteen or do not feel the urge to read a het lemon (yes, you! XD), you will only be enjoying half of it because you will be skipping the last part won't you? Won't you? I'm not here to write porn for twelve year olds.
Cyd, you're exempt because you're not that far from being of age, and you've had to listen to me stressing about this part of the story for the last couple weeks. Enjoy, you youngen you!
So now. Moving on. I own the new Boys Like Girls CD, which I am in love with (on the subject, listen to "Two Is Better Than One" for this story), but I don't own Twilight. That belongs to Stephenie Meyer. As always.
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RPOV
I like waking up with Emmett. Even though the night before proved that I don't completely trust him, I chalked that up to the fact that I was still getting to know him, and I still felt safe with him.
Which is why it freaked me out that he was gone when my alarm went off on Tuesday.
I rolled out of bed and went downstairs, lured by the smell of coffee and wondering if he had actually gone home or just down to the kitchen. But when I got there, it was just Alice, sitting at the table and reading the newspaper while sipping on a cup of coffee filled with so much sugar and creamer that it was practically white. I didn't know how she drank that shit.
"Good morning," she said happily as I poured a cup of coffee for myself and sat down across from her.
"Morning," I said. "Where are the guys?"
"It's wrestling season. Jazz went out for a run before school and took Emmett with him," she said. "They should be back soon."
"Ah," I said. That made sense. In fact, I didn't know why I hadn't thought of that. Jasper always went running in the mornings in the season.
"Emmett will be about ready to die when they get back," she said, stirring her coffee idly as she put the paper down.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, Jasper practically sprints the mile, and Emmett seems more like a weight training type of guy. He's probably not used to that type of workout," she said. I nodded. "So that was quite the blowout you two had last night."
"Alice," I groaned. I didn't really want to analyze it, and she was definitely the type who loved to do that.
"You two really need to work on your communication," she insisted. I sighed, taking a sip of coffee to stop myself from telling her just how much I did not want her advice right now. "You know that like, ninety percent of your fights are because of misunderstandings?" she continued.
"Yeah, Alice, I know," I muttered. "Sometimes I wonder if we're just too different."
"No, you're perfect for each other," she said assuredly. "You just need to figure out how to talk to each other, you blockheads."
"Blockhead?"
"Charlie Brown's Christmas was on when I got up with Jazz this morning."
"I see," I said. "You actually spent the night yesterday?"
"Mmhmm," she said.
"Alice," I started, "not that I mind having you here, I really don't, but... why don't you ever stay the night at your house?"
"Mom left," she said quietly.
"What?" I asked, surprised by the answer. "Like, on vacation or for business or something?"
"No," she sighed. "She left... I guess for good."
I was stopped from asking more questions when the front door opened and shut and the next second Jasper came into the kitchen, followed closely by Emmett. Alice had been right. He looked about ready to fall over.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked. He glared at Jasper, who looked supremely unaffected.
"Your brother," Emmett panted, "is out of his... fucking mind."
"It was just a mile."
"In the cold," he continued, ignoring Jasper's comment, wheezing slightly. "I can't breathe. My throat is frozen."
"Poor thing," Jasper deadpanned.
"Alright, alright, there's enough fighting in this house without you two picking at each other," Alice said, walking over to Jasper and wrapping her arms around him. I sometimes wondered about her constant need to have some sort of physical contact with him. A second later, though, she pulled away, wrinkling her nose. "Eww. Jazz, you need to shower." Emmett laughed. "You probably do too," Alice pointed out.
"You're probably right," he admitted easily. "I need to change for school anyway. I'll see you guys at school."
He leaned down to kiss me quickly before leaving. Alice 'aww'd and Jasper shook his head.
"You two just about give me whiplash," he muttered before heading upstairs. Alice laughed.
"Welp, I should be getting ready for school, too," she said, sitting her cup in the sink before waving goodbye and leaving the kitchen. I sighed, draining the last of my coffee and following suit.
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The day went by slowly. I didn't want to, but in last period I found myself checking the clock over the dry-erase board every two minutes. I kept telling myself it wasn't because I wanted to see Emmett. Sure, I liked him, but I wasn't the type of girl whose life revolved around some guy. I just wasn't.
Or, that was what I kept telling myself.
It didn't stop me from practically bolting to the door when the bell finally rang and hurrying out to the parking lot. He was already there, leaning against his Jeep, smoking.
"You know," I said as I approached him. "If you'd quit that, Jasper might not kick your ass at running like he did."
"If he would run like a normal person, I wouldn't have had any problem with it," he said, grinning. "The guy runs like he's in the 200 meter dash instead of running a mile."
"Excuses," I said. He laughed. "So, do you want to hang out this evening?"
"Practice," he said. "But I was thinking we could go out tonight. Like, first official date type of thing."
"What did you have in mind?" I asked. He just grinned.
"I have an idea," he said. "But you'll have to wait and see."
"I don't know if I like that."
"I'd say that's too bad."
"What if I don't agree to go then?"
"I'd really rather you did," he said. "Because if you don't, I'll have to orchestrate a kidnapping, and that's just annoying. I mean, I've gotta get rope and duct tape and a very large pillowcase. Besides, there's so much potential for it to go badly and the whole evening would just go better if you cooperated."
"You're ridiculous," I informed him. He nodded thoughtfully.
"You love it," he said confidently. "So what do you say?"
"Well... okay," I said, pretending to give it thought. Had to keep up appearances, after all. "But you have to pick me up."
"I don't think that'll be a problem," he said. "Your house isn't too far out of the way, after all."
"And you have to ring the bell," I said.
"Okay," he laughed.
"And you have to sit there and wait for me to finish getting ready while my parents give you the third degree."
"Your parents aren't in town," he pointed out.
"True," I said. "But you have to do the other two."
"Deal," he said, leaning down and cupping my face before kissing me. Dear god, he was a good kisser, whether it was a light, chaste kiss like this one, or hot and heavy like the night before. "I'll pick you up after practice," he said when he pulled away. I nodded. "But now, I've gotta go."
He kissed me quickly again before jogging off toward the gym. I got into my car and headed home. I had to find something to wear.
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It's too damned cold for most of my date clothes, I realized as I rifled through my closet. Skirts, cute tops, all of it. Too damned cold. And I didn't even know where we were going, so I couldn't even really take the chance on just layering a jacket over one of the tops.
Heels were probably out, too.
What the hell was I supposed to wear?
Knowing Emmett, I would have guessed that we would go to a movie or dinner or something, but why would he be so secretive about something like that? I had to figure that those two options were out.
I finally settled on a light pink sweater-tank under a matching half-jacket that tied in the front with jeans and tennis shoes. Not the sexiest outfit in the world, but versatile.
I had just finished putting on my makeup and making sure that my hair wasn't doing anything weird when the doorbell rang. I thought about running to get it until I heard Jasper and Alice traipsing down the hall. I gave myself one last look-over before going downstairs as well.
Jasper and Alice were sitting on the couch, both leaning forward with their heads rested on their laced hands and looking at Emmett, who was sitting in the chair across from them.
"So what are your intentions with my sister?" Jasper was asking.
"Fuck, guys, I was only joking about the third degree thing," I groaned, smacking Jasper lightly over the back of the head. "You ready to go?" I asked Emmett. He nodded.
"Yeah." He seemed more than ready to get away from Alice and Jasper. They shrugged and stood up to go back upstairs as Emmett and I walked to the front door.
"So what are we doing?" I asked as I grabbed my coat from the hook by the door.
"Dancing," he said. I stared at him, taking in his size skeptically. It seemed like it would be hard for him to be particularly coordinated.
"Can guys like you dance?" I asked.
"Not very well," he admitted. "But you said that no one ever asks you, and I want to." He grinned at me and I tried not to look as surprised as I felt that he had remembered that, and taken it into consideration to boot.
"I'm not dressed for dancing," I pointed out, looking down at my jeans and sweater. He shook his head.
"Don't worry. Where we're going, there's no dress code," he said. "And you look beautiful."
"Where are we going?" I asked as I followed him to the Jeep and let him help me in.
"It's a surprise. You wouldn't want to ruin it, would you?" he asked, grinning at me. I secretly thought that I would probably like to, because God only knows what he had come up with, but refrained from saying that because he just looked so damned excited about it.
We drove for about twenty minutes, slowly winding our way deeper into the backroads of the woods. I kept glancing at him and opening my mouth to ask him where we were going but he'd just shake his head before I could get the words out.
When the Jeep finally stopped we were in a clearing. It was pretty, with snow covering the ground in a clean, unmarked blanket, the trees around the area frosted. But still –
"Why out here?" I asked, looking around for any hints. He had said we were going dancing. What kind of place was this for dancing?
"Well," he said. "Because technically, our 'song' would be whichever one we first dance to. So I figured we could go out, and take a chance on the luck of the draw, or we could have some semblance of control over it."
He pushed the button for CD five on the Jeep's disc changer and then hopped out, coming around to my side to open the door while the disc loaded.
"So, Rosalie Hale," he said quietly as he held his hand out to me. "May I have this dance?"
The first bars of the song started as I took his hand and he helped me down. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't recognize it right away as one of his hands rested on my waist, the other one keeping a hold on mine.
"So I know two dances," he said. "The standard sway slowly in a circle dance, and the foxtrot."
"Why the foxtrot?" I asked. What a random dance.
"Weddings," he said, shrugging. I laughed.
"I don't know the foxtrot," I said and he smiled.
"Good," he said as we started to sway. "I hate that dance."
We watched the season pull up its own stage
and catch the last weekend of the last week
before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
another sun-soaked season fades away.
You have stolen my heart.
"Oh God, Emmett, really?" I asked, finally recognizing the song and raising an eyebrow at him. He shook his head.
"Can't you just enjoy this?" he asked, smiling. "Besides, I don't care what anyone says, I like this song."
Invitation, all the grand farewells
crash the best one of the best ones
clear liquor and cloudy eyes
too early to say goodnight.
You have stolen my heart.
"It is pretty perfect," I admitted, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
And from the borrowed floor
our ardent celebration
one good stretch before our hibernation
our dreams assured and we all
will sleep well, we'll sleep well.
You have stolen my heart.
I hadn't been exaggerating when I told Emmett that no one ever asked me to dance, but even with my lack of experience, I was pretty sure this was the best first dance anyone had ever had. He smelled good, and as we danced, his hand moved from my waist to allow his arm to wrap around me securely. I was pressed against his solid chest, inhaling his unique Emmett-scent.
Watch you spin around in your highest heels
you are the best one, of the best ones
and we all look like we feel.
You have stolen my heart.
"Emmett," I muttered as the song ended. He made a sound in the back of his throat to show that he had heard me. I steeled my nerves to say the words that I wanted to say. "Take me home." He pulled back to look at me, looking uncertain. I was pretty sure he knew what I was asking, but was waiting for clarification. "And make love to me."
I looked up into his clear blue eyes for a moment before his head dipped down and his lips were on mine, making me tighten my arms around his neck and raising onto my toes to meet the kiss, opening my mouth gently as he did the same, letting our tongues meet.
When the kiss finally ended and we were in the Jeep again, heading back to Forks, I felt my nerves starting to mount. It was one thing, the night before, when it was happening in the heat of the moment. This was planned, and it gave me time to think.
I wanted this. I wanted him. And I wanted to do this for him, as well. He had been so patient with me – and, okay, he had only known about Royce for like a week but I had been giving him hell since day one – and he really did seem to care. But at the same time, my mind was racing, trying to bring forth and at the same time push away the memories of Royce.
Emmett didn't know, and I hadn't told him because what he did know was a lot to take in at once, but it hadn't just happened once. It had been a regular thing – something that I hated, but kept quiet, and kept allowing to happen because I didn't know how else to stop it.
So the idea of now truly allowing it to happen – not saying no, asking for it, even – was nerve wracking. What if, despite the fact that it was Emmett instead of Royce, it was still painful and degrading? What if I ended up resenting him for it, even though I want it now?
Do I still want it?
I want to give him this, I was sure about that. Would that be enough to get me through this, even if it was bad?
I'm being stupid. It wouldn't be bad. This was Emmett. I knew he would be gentle, not at all like Royce.
Why did the drive have to take twenty minutes? It was giving me too much time to think. I didn't want to think about it. I had been so sure about it before I started thinking about it like this.
"You okay?" Emmett asked and I jerked out of my thoughts to see him glancing between me and the road. I nodded. "Are you sure? You look kind of freaked out."
"I'm fine," I insisted. "Just... nervous, I guess."
"Nervous?" he asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah," I said. "This will be the first time that I get to decide to do this." I didn't meet his eyes as he parked the car, but I could feel him looking at me.
"Hey," he said quietly. "Thank you." I couldn't not look at him when he said that, and when I did, he was smiling softly.
"For what?" I asked, confused. What would he be thanking me for?
"For trusting me enough for this," he said. "But just so you know, if you decide you aren't ready for this, you don't have to go through with it. I'd understand."
Oh dear god, he was perfect.
I felt my fears ebbing away. This would be okay because I was in control of it this time. If I told him to stop, he would.
I nodded and he leaned in to kiss me again before getting out of the Jeep and coming around to my side as always to help me out. I could probably manage it without falling by now, but it was a nice gesture that he still helped me.
We were barely in the door of his house before he pulled me to him, bending down to kiss me, his arms wrapping around my waist. The kiss was short, though, before he took my hand and led me up to his room before resuming it, his hands going to the tie of my sweater this time, pulling it loose easily and sliding it off of my shoulders before moving his mouth down to trace along my neck and shoulder, his hot breath teasing me as his hands next moved under my shirt, prompting me to raise my arms so that he could pull it off before releasing the catch on my bra and siding it from my shoulders as well. He lowered himself to his knees, his breath ghosting over my chest, between my breasts and down to my stomach, kissing the skin there softly, raising goosebumps on my skin. I sighed, my hands running through his hair as he bit down lightly on my hip bone before soothing it with his lips and tongue.
His hands moved to the button of my jeans and my heart started thudding.
Calm down. This is Emmett, not Royce.
I kicked my shoes off as he lowered the zipper of my jeans and hooked his thumbs into them, pulling them down with my panties. I blushed as he was now face to face with my bare sex, my heart rate increasing for a completely different reason now as his breath ghosted across me before he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the skin. I stepped out of my jeans and suddenly I was completely naked in front of him, and there was something thrilling about being that way when he was still fully dressed.
He stood up once more, his mouth returning to mine as I pulled him to me, kissing him hungrily as I squeezed my thighs together, feeling moisture starting to build up from inside of me. He pulled me impossibly closer, and I marveled at the feeling of his clothing against my bare skin, the soft cotton of his shirt contrasting with the rough denim of his jeans. And then there was the hardness of his erection, straining against his jeans. I lowered my hands and pulled the hem of his shirt up, separating from him long enough to pull it free of him before pressing against him again, working my hands between us to undo his jeans as I pulled the skin of his neck into my mouth, sucking on it and scraping it lightly with my teeth.
"Fuck," he gasped when I finally managed to get my hands to stop shaking enough to successfully undo his pants and slide them down with his boxers to free his straining erection.
He stepped out of his jeans and then wasted no time in walking me backwards to the bed, guiding me to lie down before hovering over me, settling between my legs as he resumed our kissing for a moment before pulling away, sitting back enough to look at me.
I blushed as his eyes raked over my body, feeling the sudden need to cover myself.
"God, you're so beautiful," he breathed and I hadn't thought it would be possible for me to blush more, but I somehow managed it. In an attempt to make him stop staring at me, I leaned up, pulling him down to kiss me as he fell forward, his body covering mine. I felt his cock, hard and smooth, pressed against the inside of my thigh as he groaned into my mouth.
His hand came down between my legs, tracing up one thigh before settling over my center and my heartbeat increased as the nerves returned, but when his fingers swept through my folds, his touch was gentle, grazing from my core to my clit, pausing to press gently against it as I gasped.
"God, Rosalie, you're so wet," he groaned, sweeping his fingers again through my wetness. I pressed against his hand as a shudder went through me at the feeling of his slightly calloused fingers against my sensitive skin. His middle finger settled over my core and I groaned, wanting more, and feeling him smile against my lips as his finger finally slipped in, but only fractionally, to my extreme disappointment.
"Emmett," I whined, pushing my hips down, frustrated that his other hand was now holding my hips to keep me in place.
"Hmm?" he asked innocently, even as his finger was thrusting shallowly in and out of me.
"Please," I gasped.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked and I groaned.
"Please," I repeated, unable to form any other words. He seemed to take pity on me and finally pushed his finger all the way in, pressing upward against my inner walls. I groaned as his hand moved, thrusting, rubbing, driving me over the edge with need. My nails raked down his back and he hissed sharply. I was worried for a second that it had actually hurt him until I met his eyes and they were burning, full of need and raw lust.
"I need you, baby," he rasped. I nodded and he leaned over, pulling open a drawer of his bedside table and fishing around in it, all the while still thrusting his fingers in me. After a moment he withdrew them as he brought a condom wrapper to his mouth, tearing it open with his teeth. There was something in that act that was incredibly erotic and I moaned, spreading my legs further to allow him to settle between them fully as he rolled the condom over his cock before lining himself up with my aching core.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly. I nodded again, not willing to back out now. Still, there was a part of my mind screaming at me that he was a lot bigger than his finger, and that this was going to hurt. I screwed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain and tightened my grip on his shoulders as he started pushing into me, but it never came. I shifted my hips experimentally. Still no pain. I felt stretched, and full, but it didn't hurt. It was actually pretty damned good.
"Fuck, Rosalie," Emmett groaned, grasping my hips tightly as I shifted them again. "If you want this to happen, you need to hold the fuck still for a second."
The second he said that, it became almost unbearable to hold still. I wanted, needed, him to move.
"Emmett," I gasped, trying to keep from moving against him. "Please."
"Fuck," he hissed at my plea before shifting, pulling nearly all the way out and then sliding back in, groaning through his teeth. I gasped. This was so different – this was really good. It was as if I was complete for the first time, without even realizing that I hadn't been before.
He was inside of me, and it was fucking amazing.
He set a slow pace, pushing in a little deeper each time as his mouth captured mine, his tongue moving against mine, mimicking the movements of our hips. Soon, the slow pace wasn't enough. I needed more. I arched my back against him, my chest pressing against his, skin to skin, setting my body on fire as I pushed my hips down to meet his as he thrust in, my legs wrapping around him, using my heels to force him in deeper, harder. He pulled his mouth away from mine, groaning loudly, and it was a heady feeling because I had done that. I had made that sound and I had caused the look of ecstasy on his face.
"Dammit, Rosalie, you're so fucking tight," he gasped, and I felt my body responding to his words. Hearing him talked like that turned me on more than I ever would have thought possible. "So fucking hot."
"Emmett," I gasped, nearly crying at the frustration caused by his still-too-slow movements. "Faster, please," I begged. "I need more."
He growled at that. Fucking growled. It was probably the most erotic sound I had ever heard. He braced himself on his forearms, thrusting harder as he dipped his head down to suck on my collarbone, and my hands clenched at the pressure building inside of me, my nails digging into his shoulders. His teeth sank into my collarbone, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me arch against him once more as he thrust in again. The new angle caused him to hit a spot deep inside of me that made me cry out, even as his pelvis pushed against my clit.
"Oh god," I cried, arching harder. "Right there, Emmett!"
His arms wrapped around me, keeping my back arched as he groaned. Apparently my words affected him just as much. He kept thrusting, hitting that spot each time and the pressure continued to build, increasing again when his head dipped down once more, this time taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. It shot a jolt directly to my nether regions, and fuck, if I didn't find a way to relieve this pressure soon I was going to go crazy.
"Emmett," I groaned, grinding myself down against him again. "God, I need to..."
I didn't get a chance to find the words for what I needed, because one of his hands came down and snaked between up, slipping through my folds and finding my clit, rubbing it, rendering me speechless as I cried out, my body tensing from the still-building pressure. He let out a long moan as I felt my body tightening around him. Almost...
"Fuck, baby," he panted. "I need you to come for me, now." And that was it. The pressure seemed to grow and then compress before exploding. I squeezed my eyes shut as I cried out, my nails raking once more down his back. His mouth found mine once more and swallowed my cries, groaning into my mouth as he pushed inside me one last time before stilling. "Fuck, baby. So good," he gasped. "Fuck."
We both rode it out as I trembled around him, my strength leaving me momentarily as I fell back to the bed. He fell shortly after, collapsing beside me, careful not to crush me under his weight. Too soon he was moving away, pulling out of me and going to his bathroom to dispose of the condom. I was still trying to catch my breath. I felt strangely empty without him, but incredibly satisfied. My thighs were still shaking as the shocks of pleasure ebbed away.
God, that had been amazing. I had no idea it could be like that. I smiled as Emmett emerged from the bathroom, climbing back into bed beside me and pulling me against him again. I rested my head on his chest, my eyelids feeling heavy as I came down from my high. I felt him pull the blankets over us and kiss the top of my head before I slipped into sleep as I heard the click of his lighter and smelled the cigarette smoke.
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AN: Ahem. Well, they finally did it. /beats down urge to criticize her own lemon. So. Hope you guys liked the chapter. It was so hard not to go to EPOV when Rosalie propositioned him because I'm sure his mind was just screaming. I thought about splitting this chapter into two chapters actually, but if I'm going to stick to my chapter plan, I just don't have that kind of space.
So... awkward question: Is anyone extremely offended by the word "cunt", in relation to a woman's genitalia, not as an insult? Because I refrained from using it in this chapter, because I don't know how people would react to it, but I prefer it to "pussy", honestly, when I'm writing. I just... I don't know. I just do. So yeah. Actually, I hate the word "pussy". It just annoys me. Obviously, since I would apparently rather use "nether regions". Jesus Christ. Anyway, aside from that, I have a few things to say, most of which are not related directly to this chapter so let's get to that, shall we?
The lyrics of the song used are from "Stolen" by Dashboard Confessional. They are the property of the band and the label and hell, the writer if they didn't write them. I don't know how that all works. The point is, they're not mine. I did, however, delete the repeating lines (ex: "you have stolen my heart" is repeated at least twice every time it appears) just for the sake of it not getting annoying and redundant.
There have been quite a few PMs sent to me over the last few chapters requesting chapters revolving around NWAF's Alice and Jasper, and I'm sorry to say that's not currently in the cards because well, as favludo pointed out, this is Emmett and Rosalie's story. HOWEVER. Due to the interest in that side storyline, I would like to introduce "Not Without A Fight: Rematch", a collection of outtakes and side snippets for this story that will revolve mostly around the other couples (primarily Alice and Jasper, but maybe a little bit of Edward and Bella, as they come more into this storyline). I'm now excepting requests/suggestions for outtakes that you guys might be interested in, so if you have one, remember to either include it with your review or send me a PM. You may also email me about it, but please note that my email has changed within the last week so be sure if you've contacted me before that you have the right one. It's now annanocturnal (at) aim (dot) com. If you do email me, be sure to put "NWAF" or "fanfiction" or something in the subject, or I might not open it because of spam.
If you're interested in this, please add me to your author alerts, if you haven't already. I'll try to remember to put an announcement in here when it's posted, but I promise nothing. I'm pretty absent-minded. Haha.
Phileas – you mentioned that Alice and Jasper were your favourite pairing. I have another story, "We Are Pilots", that tells their stories. It doesn't get updated as often as this one, but you are very welcome to check it out. :D
Wow, this is a long AN and says almost nothing about the chapter. Sorry. -.-;;
So I'll leave you guys to share your thoughts now? /bribes reviewers with yummy cookies