Not Without A Fight
Annaleise Marie
Round Thirteen
AN: So as I type this, I am sitting in the triage area of the ER because apparently what I thought was a cold was actually blood clots forming in my sinuses. So I'm waiting for a bed so they can do their shit and find out why it's happening, and I'm going to kill that time writing this chapter! Yay, right?
In other news, this story broke 100 reviews and 4,000 hits this morning. God, I was so happy, you have no idea! Thanks to all of you who have made that possible! You guys mean the world to me, really! :D
I have to say that if you're not over 18 (or the legal age in your country or whatever), you should not read this chapter. Any of it. Really. But we all know you're going to ignore me, aren't you? Yup. I know. I was underage once, too.
I'm secretly Stephenie Meyer, and I totally own Twilight. Pfft. See? You didn't buy it. It makes me question why we must disclaim this. Sigh.
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EPOV
I woke up at four in the morning to my phone ringing and cursed under my breath, reaching for it quickly to silence the ringer before it woke Rosalie up. If she was anywhere near as exhausted as me, she wouldn't appreciate that.
God, last night... I thought as I checked the caller ID before answering.
"Yeah?" I said quietly as Rosalie stirred slightly.
"Dude, come on, we're running," Jasper's voice announced. I groaned.
"I really don't feel like it this morning, man," I said and I could almost feel his eyes roll through the phone.
"If I didn't run every morning that I didn't feel like it, I'd be in terrible shape," he said. "Now let's go. If you don't start getting used to this, the track is going to kick your ass at practice every day."
I doubted that. If I weren't so exhausted from running in the morning, I felt like running at practice would be easier.
"Fine," I grumbled despite these doubts. "I'll be out in five." The call ended. God, don't people say goodbye anymore? I like for my conversations to have a distinct beginning and end.
I pulled myself away from Rosalie reluctantly, trying not to wake her and going to my closet to pull out a set of sweats and change before leaving a note on the bedside table for her, explaining where I went. I figured it would be good for someone to know where I was, just in case running with Jasper actually did kill me this time.
"So," Jasper said when I met him on the sidewalk in front of our houses, "I gather that your date went well last night, considering my sister never came home?"
"That is not something I really want to discuss with you." Or anyone else, I added in my mind. Rosalie wasn't just some slut that I had hooked up with and planned to brag about in the locker room for a round of high fives.
"Ah, that well, then?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me as we started off at a jog. It was misleading. He would more than triple his speed within the next half minute.
"Jasper, shut up," I grumbled.
"Okay, okay," he said, shrugging. "Don't get your panties in a bunch."
The rest of the mile was silent, mainly because by the halfway point I couldn't have gathered up enough oxygen to speak if I had wanted to. As it was, I was grateful for these circumstances. Last night had been special, as cheesy as it sounds, and I didn't want Jasper all over my ass about it.
I had never been so concerned with a girl's experience as I was with Rosalie. Making it good for her was so much more important than enjoying it myself. Not that I hadn't. It was probably the most amazing experience of my life so far. I just hoped she enjoyed it as much.
I tried not to think about it – not because it wasn't a good thought, but because thinking about how she felt around me, how she had screamed my name, how goddamned beautiful and vulnerable she looked when she was laid out before me, open to me, was making it very difficult to run.
Jesus fucking Christ, I hoped it was as good for her because hell, I was sure I wasn't willing to give this up yet, if ever.
If ever.
The fact was, I would most likely have to give her up. Unless I managed to stay here until graduation and get into college nearby, I was going to have to move again. That thought hurt, more than it really should.
I had to ignore it for now, pretend it wasn't a reality. I wanted to enjoy my time with Rosalie, and that wouldn't be possible if I spent my time dwelling on what could happen in six months, or a year, or however long it would be before Mom uprooted us again.
Jasper and I parted ways as we arrived back on our street. I looked at my watch. Four thirty. I could still sleep for about two hours before I finally had to go to school. An hour and a half if I showered. And I should definitely shower. Between last night's workout and this morning's, I was probably less-than-fresh.
Rosalie was still asleep when I got to my room, face-down on the bed, the sheet and blanket bunched around her waist, the smooth expanse of her back exposed to my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to climb back into bed with her, to run my hands over her smooth skin, to kiss her all over.
But really, I shouldn't wake her up, and I did need to shower.
I went into the bathroom, turning on the water and stripping out of my workout clothes before stepping into the water, sighing at the feeling of the warm water going over my body, soothing the tense muscles.
I washed quickly, wanting to get it done so that I could get back into bed with Rosalie. Rosalie, who was fucking naked in my bed. Fuck, not waking her up was going to be hard. I felt my neck, noticing that it was sore in one spot and then remembering Rosalie scraping at it with her teeth the night before. Fuck, Rosalie... She was so fucking responsive. I was sure I still had nail marks on my back; I had felt them burn slightly when the hot water hit them.
I was getting hard again, thinking about Rosalie and her fucking nails and teeth and her body arching against mine, begging for more. Jesus fucking Christ, was this how it was going to be from now on, now that I knew what it was like? Was I going to be stuck walking around half-hard all of the time?
I groaned as my dick throbbed insistently. I couldn't go back out there like this. I wouldn't be able to stop myself from waking her up.
I reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking hard, wanting to finish this quickly. It felt wrong, somehow, to be doing this with Rosalie on the other side of the wall, only like ten feet away.
Fucking naked.
I groaned, leaning with my forearm against the wall in front of me, muffling the sound against my arm as I continued to stroke myself, memories of the night before flooding my mind.
Rosalie spreading her legs invitingly, her warm, wet cunt taking my fingers, and then my dick, tight and hot and so, so wet around them, bearing down with her hips, screaming my name, begging me to go faster, deeper.
I came hard, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning too loudly. I was sweating, even under the shower water, and I nearly laughed at the irony of the fact that I had come in here to get clean and had actually wound up sweating more.
I rinsed off again and then turned off the water, drying off quickly before going back into the bedroom and pulling on a pair of boxers before finally crawling back into bed, snuggling up against Rosalie, wrapping my arm around her before falling asleep again.
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RPOV
I woke up, surrounded by the undiluted smell of Emmett and soap. I raised my head to look at the clock and sighed. The alarm would go off in ten minutes. I didn't want to move. I was too comfortable, too happy here.
I needed to shower. I felt sticky with dried sweat and well, bluntly put, the residue of my own arousal. I sighed and pulled myself out of bed, padding to the bathroom, gathering up my clothes on the way. Considering the time, I was glad I had worn something different for our date than I had to school because I probably wouldn't have time to go home and change.
The date... As short as it had been, it was perfect, nonetheless. And then the sex... God, the sex had been amazing.
I heard the alarm go off as I dried off from my quick shower, my head still swimming with the memories. It was going to be hard to concentrate in school today. I dressed quickly and went back into the bedroom, running a towel through my hair. I know he was a guy and all, but who the hell doesn't have a hair dryer?
Emmett was already dressed and lacing up his shoes. Stupid boys and their stupid ability to roll out of bed and get ready in two minutes and still look good.
"Good morning," he said, grinning. I smiled back, suddenly very nervous about talking to him. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh yeah, by the way, thanks for the great sex last night'? I somehow didn't think so.
He stood, crossing the room to me and leaning down to kiss me softly before pulling away again.
"Coffee?" he asked, leading the way out of his room and down to the kitchen. I took a seat at the table while he filled the coffee maker before leaning back on the counter. "So," he started, grinning. "Are we going to do the awkward morning after thing?"
"I didn't really want to," I mumbled, feeling my face heat up. He laughed.
"Kind of inevitable, though?"
"Kind of," I said as the coffee maker beeped to signal that it was done and he turned to pour two cup of coffee before coming to the table and sitting one in front of me.
"Insult me or something," he said, still smiling. "At least then I'll know you're normal."
"I don't really have anything to insult you for at the moment," I admitted. He grinned.
"Yeah, well, I'm pretty damned amazing," he said jokingly.
"No, you are," I confirmed before I thought about it. He laughed.
"Well, that's something," he muttered, taking a drink of his coffee. I stared down at mine, biting my bottom lip. Why was this so awkward?
Communication, Alice had said. But what should I say?
"Thanks for last night," I said, my eyes flicking up to meet his. "The dance and... everything."
"You don't have to thank me for that," he said, laughing. God, how was he so at ease with this? "Calm down, babe," he said.
"What?"
"First, we had sex; no need to tiptoe around that fact. Second, I don't know about you, but it was great for me," he said seriously. "So calm down."
I nodded, even though I still felt like it was easier said than done.
"So I guess I'll see you at school," he said when we had finished our coffee. I raised an eyebrow at him in surprise.
"You don't want to just go together?" I asked. What was the point in taking separate cars? We were in the same place, going to the same place.
"I do, but if we take my car you'll be stuck at school until I get out of practice, and if we take your car, well, you'll still be stuck until after practice. Either that, or I'll be stranded at the school," he said. That made sense. Okay. So he wasn't just trying to get away from me. That was something, I guess.
I stood up and went over to him, raising up on my toes to kiss him shortly, his arms winding around my waist.
"See you at school," I said, knowing full well that our paths wouldn't cross during the day.
"Count on it," he said, kissing me one more time before releasing me to go out to my car.
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EPOV
I felt antsy all day. I figured that the awkwardness from this morning would fade, and I wanted to see Rosalie. Her car had been in the student parking lot when I arrived, but she was apparently already in the school.
No, you are, she had said when I joked about being awesome. Fuck, coming from Rosalie, that was practically a "You are a sex god, Emmett, and I now worship you like the fucking saviour of the world".
I was feeling pretty damned pleased with myself. I resisted the urge to give myself a pat on the back. Not that I didn't clearly deserve it. It would just be kind of weird.
I didn't bother going to the cafeteria during lunch period. I wouldn't find her there. The problem was, I didn't know where I would find her.
I spotted Bella in Hall A, putting her books into her locker. Maybe she would know? I had no sooner got within two feet of her, however, when her books decided that they did not want to go into her locker and fell back down. She let out a short scream, covering her head as they rained down on her. I bent down to help her gather them back up.
"Are you okay?" I asked and she blushed, taking the books from me without meeting my eyes.
"Fine," she mumbled. "I'm kind of a klutz."
"Obviously," I said, chuckling. She bit her bottom lip, looking embarrassed. "Hey, no worries, shit happens," I added.
"Yeah," she agreed with a sigh. "Thanks for helping. People usually just walk past me, or kick the books further away."
"Really? That's rude."
"I don't think they mean to do it. They just don't seem to notice that they're on the floor. Although it's not very convenient," she said, shrugging. I didn't tell her that I wouldn't put it past high schoolers to do it on purpose. It wouldn't really help anything.
"So, you wouldn't happen to know where Rosalie is, would you?" I asked instead. She nodded.
"Yeah, she goes to the library during lunch," she said, shutting her locker. "So I hear you two had quite the night," she added.
"What?" I asked quickly. She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Your date? She said you took her dancing," she said. "I think it's nice. She kind of intimidates people, you know, so things like that just don't happen for her. Lucky her, in my opinion. Graceful people don't realize what it's like to have to dance when you're, you know, not." She looked at me for a second as I mulled over what she had said. So she meant the dance. Rosalie hadn't told her... I was somehow relieved. I kind of wanted to keep what had happened between us, as our business. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling," Bella said when I didn't say anything. I blinked, focusing on her again.
"Oh. No, you weren't," I said. "I just kind of... spaced out for a minute. Anyway, I'm going to go find Rosalie. I'll see you later, Bella."
She nodded before leaving in the direction of the cafeteria as I headed for the stairs.
I didn't see Rosalie when I got to the library and decided to do a lap around the rows of shelves, finally spotting her in the last row, standing with her back to me, a book open in her hands. I snuck up behind her – no easy feat for a guy my size – and put my hands on her hips, leaning down to kiss the top of her head quickly, straightening back up so she wouldn't break my nose or something when she jumped violently, turning and smacking me in the chest with the book in her hands.
"Emmett," she whispered loudly when she saw me. "Jesus Christ, you scared me."
"Expecting someone else?" I asked.
"I wasn't expecting anything, you snuck up on me," she pointed out. I shrugged.
"So this is where you hide out during lunch?" I asked, taking the book from her and looking at the cover. BMW Z3 Repair Manual. Fascinating. I didn't know that school libraries stocked these.
"Better than trying to digest the shit they call food," she said, taking the book back from me. I nodded. "Why are you hiding out?"
"Oh, you know, looking for a good repair manual," I said casually before I met her eyes, smiling. "And I wanted to see you."
"Really?"
"No, not really," I said and she dropped her eyes back to the book, chewing her bottom lip. Fuck, what the hell happened to her confidence? "Of course, really," I said, placing my hand under her chin to make her look at me again before bringing my mouth to hers, kissing her gently. She smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around me, the book still in her hand resting against my back. I pushed her back carefully against the shelves, pressing my body to hers and deepening the kiss.
Fuck, I couldn't believe how much I still wanted her. Usually the thrill was gone once I had slept with a girl. Not Rosalie. It was the complete opposite with her. Now that I had had her once, I couldn't stop thinking about the next time.
I heard the book drop to the floor as her hands came to my waist, using my belt loops to pull me closer to her. I groaned at the friction this caused against my hardening dick and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. She rubbed herself against me as her tongue battled with mine. Fuck, she was going to kill me with this shit.
But what a way to go.
Before I knew it she was turning us so that now my back was pressed against the shelves and she pulled her body away from mine enough to move her hands between us to pop open the button on my pants. Jesus fucking Christ, what was she doing? Here, in the library? The school library? The school library that a lot of people used?
Holy shit, my girl was an exhibitionist. That was so fucking hot.
I groaned as she lowered the zipper of my pants and after only a moment's hesitation, reached timidly into my boxers, wrapping her soft hand around my dick. She bit my lip lightly, bringing me back to my senses enough to remember that I really needed to be quiet. I was pretty sure this would be worth a long suspension, if not full expulsion.
She stroked me a few times before pulling her mouth from mine and lowering herself to her knees.
Fuck fuck fuck no fucking way was she going to –
But she was. The next second my boxers and jeans were resting dangerously low, held up only by her hands on my thighs. "Babe, you don't have to—" I had to cut myself off as I clenched my teeth to hold back the moan that was trying to rip from my throat as her tongue came out to flick around the head of my dick.
"Shh," she hissed before going back to work. My head fell back against the shelves as her hot mouth engulfed me and I clenched my teeth so hard that I thought they might break, breathing hard through my nose. She sucked hard as she drew back, her lips curling in to cover her teeth and her tongue dragging hard along the underside of my shaft before swirling around the head again.
I was almost angry for a moment as I wondered how the fuck she had gotten so fucking good at this. Had Royce made her do this? But my mind was wiped blank as she moved back down and I felt the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat. Fuck.
A few more hard sucks and the sensation of hitting the back of her throat again and I was winding my fingers into her hair, trying not to push her down on me but needing to touch her. She hummed so quietly that I might have missed it if it weren't for the fucking vibrations that traveled through my dick. I bit back a moan at the waves of pleasure that crashed through me at that.
Fuck, I was close. I could feel it building up, ready to burst forth – literally. I couldn't come in her mouth. Well, I could, but I wasn't sure how she'd feel about that and I really didn't want to gross her out.
"Rosalie," I whispered, trying my best to hold back my groans now that my mouth was open. "Baby, you have to stop or I'm going to—"
She hummed again, not easing her ministrations in the least, and my head fell back again as I felt my balls tightening. Fuck, if she wanted it, I wasn't going to argue.
She traveled up and down my dick once, twice, and then my vision went black for a moment as I released into her mouth, feeling her swallow around me, my teeth clenched once more and my body shaking with the effort of not crying out.
When it was over, and she had tucked me back into my underwear and fixed my pants, I looked down at her, her face flushed and her lip swollen and fuck she just got more beautiful by the day.
I was just about to pull her up to me again when we heard footsteps approaching. She hopped up onto the balls of her feet quickly, reaching towards the book she had dropped and starting to stand back up just as the librarian appeared around the shelf.
"What are you doing?" she asked, eying Rosalie suspiciously as she straightened up.
"I dropped a book," she said calmly. "Just picking it up."
"And you?" The librarian's eyes swung to me and fuck, I wasn't sure if I could form a coherent sentence yet. My mind was still half-scrambled from the fucking amazing blow job I had just received and that I knew I shouldn't mention but hell, it was all I could think about.
"He's going to help me fix my car," Rosalie said without missing a beat, holding up the manual to show the librarian. "We were just looking for some reference material."
At that moment the bell rang and the librarian gave us one last doubtful glance before saying, "You two should get to class."
She walked away and I nearly collapsed against the shelves. God, that had been close. Thank god Rosalie's mouth was multi-talented. She smirked at me.
"Fuck, babe," I said, still trying to calm my breathing. It was all I could think of, except to pull her to me again and kiss her quickly, knowing that if we didn't move soon the librarian would probably come back to see what was taking so long.
"Hmm, I guess I'd better check this out, then," she said when we separated, still smirking.
"Weren't you going to, anyway?" I asked.
"No," she said, laughing. "I don't have a Z3."
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Although Rosalie had definitely eased the tension I had been carrying all morning, I spent my afternoon thinking of how I could settle the score. I now owed her, and I planned to deliver.
I wanted to taste her. I wanted to make her writhe and beg and then, finally, when she had begged enough for me to let her come, have her release under my mouth.
I had to stop thinking about it before wrestling practice. I didn't need to be in a locker room with a ton of guys in fucking singlets – as I had learned the leotard-things were called – while I was hard as a fucking rock. Jesus fucking Christ, I had never had this much trouble controlling my body. It was fucking ridiculous. How was she doing this to me? I may be a teenage boy, but I usually had at least the smallest amount of control over my body.
Not with Rosalie.
I thought of the most horrible things I could as I headed to practice at the end of the day: dead puppies, tub girl, jar squatters, the pain olympics, Rosie O'Donnell in a bikini.
Fuck, now my inner eyes hurt.
I focused for the rest of practice between focusing on the other guys to keep me from thinking about Rosalie and focusing on not focusing on them too much.
It was a relief when the coach finally let us go, and I all but bolted from the gym, stopping in my tracks when I spotted Rosalie leaning against her car on the other side of the parking lot. She had waited for me?
And then out of nowhere came Lauren fucking Mallory, pain in the ass, stupid bitch extraordinaire. I sighed, resisting the urge to dodge her because well, she looked like she felt the need to say something and as annoying as she was, that would be rude.
"Hey Emmett," she said, batting her eyelashes. Jesus fucking Christ. "You haven't called in awhile."
And I have no intention of doing it ever again.
"Sorry, Lauren," I said, hoping to convey that it was just to be polite and I was not in any way sorry. She didn't seem to get it, though. Stupid fucking airheaded...
"I was wondering if you'd want to do something tonight," she said suggestively.
Yes, but not with you. Ever.
"I'm busy," I said, spotting Rosalie walking up behind Lauren.
"I'll make it worth your time," she said, throwing me what I'm sure she thought was a seductive look. Rosalie was now directly behind her, looking ready to spit.
"What did I tell you?" Rosalie demanded, pulling Lauren away from me by her hair. Goddammit, that looked painful. "What did I tell you about him being off-limits?"
"Oh please," Lauren sneered, and I knew it was a huge mistake as Rosalie's eyes flashed and her grip tightened. But did Lauren stop? Of course not. Stupid bitch. "He wanted me long before he wanted you."
"He fucked you because I don't give it away that easily, but he never picked you, you slut," Rosalie ground out between her teeth. I bit my cheek to stop myself from laughing. That's my girl.
"Oh shut up," Lauren spat. "He's never turned me down."
This was kind of true. But only because hell, she was easy. And it had only been three times total, including the party. It wasn't like I was boning her on a regular basis.
"You know, he's too polite to hit a girl," Rosalie hissed, still gripping Lauren by her hair. Oh jeez. This was going to end badly. "But I'm not."
"Okay, no need for that," I interrupted, reaching to remove Rosalie's hand from Lauren's hair and then separating them. "Although, I might not be here next time she sees you," I directed at Lauren. "So you may want to watch your step. Just a thought."
"You can't seriously want to be with her," Lauren sneered. I shook my head, my temper fraying.
"Oh believe me, I can," I said. She gaped at me and I reached out to close her mouth gently. "Now really, your mouth is only good for one thing. Try to keep it shut the rest of the time."
I wouldn't normally even dream about talking to a girl like that, no matter how annoying they were being. But fuck, no one insults my girl. No one.
I heard Rosalie laugh shortly before stifling it. Lauren glared at me for a moment and then spun on her heel and stomped off.
"You don't deserve this, anyway," she shouted over her shoulder.
"I'm okay with that," I said, smirking. Rosalie laughed again, this time not bothering to stifle it as she wrapped her arms around me, laughing into my chest.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "I can't believe you said that. That was awesome."
I laughed as well, hugging her.
"And now, I believe I owe you for something," I said, grinning as I pulled her into the Jeep before speeding home, assuring her that we would most definitely be back for her car later.
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AN: The scene of Emmett's payback will not be in this story, as I desperately need to do a timeskip soon or everything will go to hell. HOWEVER. I have written it, and I will send it to anyone who reviews when I reply, unless you note that you do not want it. So if you DO NOT want it, remember to tell me, lest I scar your mind forever. :D
Next chapter will be Christmas (I was going to wait to make that a special chapter, like Thanksgiving, but well, if I do that you'll have to wait until the twenty-fifth for it, and no one wants that, now, do they?) and then after that we shall timeskip like no one's business. :D
maldita – Your review actually made me laugh for a second. Not because it was a stupid question, but because it was something I had just been wondering about. I probably won't clarify it in the story because I want their relationship to progress naturally in that sense, without the extreme use of labels, but yes, for the record, I'd say that they are a couple. Like, officially. :3
/bribes reviewers with endless love. What more could you really want in life? Hmm?