Title: Shades of Pink

Pairing: Embry/Bella

Genre: Adult/Erotica

Rating: M

Word Count: 500

Prompt: "It's been two months."

Shades of Pink

"Enough!" Jacob shouted down the pack and Embry's protests. "It's been two months. Every time you phase, she's all we see. We can't think, can't work, and sure as shit can't concentrate. We took a vote. You're off patrol til you get your shit together, starting with some R&R." He shoved a backpack into Embry's arms and frog-marched him down the hall.

"You lying fuckers! Is this why we had to have the meeting at my house?" Embry lashed out-proof positive he'd flipped his shit, drawing him up short. He never lashed out.

Hugging the bag to his chest, he reined it in, casting a contrite grimace at his best friend. When Jake caught his eye, Embry inclined his head in apology and followed in silence.

"We know you miss her," Jake began, halting outside Embry's bedroom. "Call her, get some rest, get your act together. You're no good to anyone like this."

He swallowed, shame welling in his throat.

"Just call her," Jake ordered, shoving him towards the bed and his phone on the nightstand. At the tell-tale click, he turned to look at the closed door.

Why would Jake lock the door for him?

Ding!

He checked his texts.

Bella…

.

'Did he give you the bag?'

.

'How did... Wait.'

'Are you in on this?'

.

'Maybe. You alone?'

.

'Yeah.'

.

'See the laptop on your bed?'

.

'Yeah… I like where this is going.'

.

'Just you wait. ;) Open the laptop.'

.

Setting the phone aside, he tripped over the bag as it slid to his feet. He thumbed the catch, prying the laptop wide.

"Hi." A petite vision in pale pink on the other end of a Skype chat waved, blushing three shades darker than the frothy pink lace hugging her curves.

"Bee?" His heart stuttered.

"I'm sorry I'm stuck in Seattle. Jake said things have been kinda … rough back home."

He really did choke that time. "Was this Jake's idea?" His eyes bugged out.

Bella gagged. "Oh my god! Ew! No! … My roommate's." She clasped her hands together and rocked side-to-side, eyes glued to the floor in a nervous gesture he loved and missed as much as he missed her.

Clearing his throat, he climbed onto the bed. The tension ebbed as he heard the pack clear out and he steeled himself to boldly go where neither of them had been before. "So … we're really doing this?"

She nodded, stepping around to focus the camera on the bed on her end.

Crawling into bed, she giggled when he groaned at the sight of her perky butt swaying in panties that covered little and promised everything.

"Open the bag, Embry," she reminded him, curling up on her side, facing the camera.

He scrambled to obey, spilling its contents across the bed.

"What the hell?" he gaped at his girlfriend. "There's a bottle of lube in this bag… Just lube."

Pushing filmy lace aside, she asked, "Do you require instructions, too?"

A/N:

*chucks a guy and a tube of lube in a room*

*gets a story*

*spikes the smut ball*

*runs a victory lap*

I have no idea if anyone is still reading this. I've had TERRIBLE writer's block. I'm just writing ANYTHING right now to try to bust it the hell up and get over it. If you're into the flashfics, leave me some love. I could use some encouragement.