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PROMPT: Make History

Making History

"Rose, you need to eat something."

Bella was right. She hadn't eaten anything all day - she couldn't. Her mouth was dry, her throat tight, and her stomach turning itself in knots.

"Not now," she waved her friend away, her eyes focused on the television and the words rolling across the screen.

"Rose-" Bella began.

"Not now!" Rose shouted, cutting her off. Immediately, she found herself regretting how harsh she was.

Glancing a look at Bella, she saw the hurt look on her face. "Shit, Bella. I'm sorry."

Bella gave her a strained smile seconds before Edward's arms wrapped around her, and he shot Rose a dirty look.

Feeling a shadow loom over her, Rose looked up.

Emmett was looking at her. He didn't look impressed. The sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled up to his forearms, and his black jeans clung nicely to his thighs.

"Let's take a walk." His deep voice offering no room for argument.

Rose nodded and stood. Felix made a move towards her, but Emmett shook his head subtly. "It's alright, Felix. We won't go far."

Emmett was the head of her security, so Felix nodded and sat back down.

Unceremoniously, Emmett grabbed her arm and hauled her upwards, leading her from the room and into one of the empty offices. Rose hadn't wanted to use them all - just in case it didn't work out.

As he shut the door behind them, Rose turned away from him, looking out onto the street below. It was dark, the lights on the sidewalk providing the only illumination. Cars drove past, unaware of her inner turmoil, and people walked the street, bags from Target and Walmart in their hands. They were all going about their days, uncaring of her struggle, even though most of them had some part to play in it.

"You've been acting like a bitch for the past few hours." It was a statement. Emmett didn't need to ask why.

"I know." Her voice was tense, and she found herself wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm sorry."

"It's not me you need to apologise to."

Looking over her shoulder, Rose watched as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his beautiful tanned skin.

"Now be a good girl and pull your panties down so I can get a good look at your pussy."

Fully turning to face him now, Rose felt her mouth drop open at his request.

"What?"

"Do as I said. You need to relax, and I know how to do just that."

Reaching down, Rose slid a hand under her skirt and grasped hold of her lacey black underwear. Slowly, she pulled it down her legs, and, as she knew he would want, she held the garment out to him.

Grinning at her compliance, Emmett took them from her and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans.

"Good girl."

Pleasure flooded through her. She wanted his praise. It made her feel good.

Emmett stepped towards her until he was barely inches from her. Yet, he didn't touch her, just smirked, letting his eyes rove over her. They stared into her eyes, causing heat to prickle across her skin. And then travelled lower, over her neck and collarbone, to the top of her open shirt where she revealed the slightest bit of cleavage.

"Unbutton your shirt," he told her, his eyes never leaving her skin.

Rose did as he asked - just like she always did - and in a matter of mere seconds, her crisp shirt was discarded on the floor, her pink lace bra the only thing that covered her chest.

She saw his eyes light up. He found it comical that she always wore different coloured underwear.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Emmett moaned, seconds before his mouth crashed against hers and her back was pushed against the cold glass of the window.

Rose arched her back, pushing her breasts right into his hard chest.

Emmett's tongue slid into her open mouth, taking everything she offered him. His hands wrapped around her slender waist, and his hips pressed urgently into hers.

His mouth slipped from hers, and Rose whimpered at the loss.

Until his mouth landed on her neck, and he placed open mouth kisses there.

"No marks," she told him breathlessly. The last thing she needed was any kind of scandal.

His mouth curved against her breast as one of his hands deftly undid the clasp of her bra, the material going slack around her chest.

Pushing his fingers under the cups, Emmett pulled the bra away from her chest, her nipples exposed to the chilly air.

She heard it hit the floor, and then his mouth was just above her nipple, sucking the skin into his mouth and then biting down.

"Oh!" Rose cried out. Her eyes drifted close, and she let the feelings of pure pleasure wash over her, forgetting the tension that had previously inhabited her body.

"I'll mark you if I fucking want to," he grunted.

Rose just nodded, her fingers winding into his hair and clutching him close to her.

Emmett gave her nippled several languid licks, switching between them before he kissed her stomach, his hands stroking the skin of her hips.

He nuzzled her stomach, dipped his tongue into her belly button, and then pushed her tight pencil skirt up her thighs, revealing all of her to him.

"Beautiful," he whispered. Reverently. Like he was looking at a true work of art.

But Emmett had this amazing ability to do this to her. To make her feel like she was the most beautiful person in the world.

And then his tongue was against her, and Rose lost all coherent ability to think. It probed deeply, reaching into her and drawing out her pleasure.

His nose bumped her nub, and then his finger circled it, making her hips buck, and unintelligible moans fall from her lips.

"That's it," he coaxed. "Give it to me."

And she did. She fell over the edge, her back arching high, and she screamed out her release, nipples tight and legs shaking.

Standing up, Emmett wasted no time in wrapping his hands around her thighs and hoisting her into the air, positing her legs around his hips.

His hard rod brushed against her, the cold glass against her back a contrast to the heat his skin was producing.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes, yes," she told him desperately, her head nodding as her fingers clung to his shoulders, ready for the impact.

Emmett pressed his lips against hers as his hips surged forward, and he was finally sheathed inside her wet heat.

Their moans of pleasure combined together, the loud sound made even louder by the empty office.

His thrusts were punishing. He wasn't gentle. Rose didn't want him to be.

She wanted to feel his strength and power against her as he pinned her against the glass.

Emmett was relentless, drawing wave after wave of pleasure from her until it was too much. Her head fell back as he continued to rain kissed down across her neck and chest, eventually taking a pert nipple in his mouth.

"Oh!" Her hands locked onto his shoulders, fingernails digging in so hard, Rose knew that without a doubt she would leave marks. A bright light burst behind her eyes as every single muscle in her body convulsed with pleasure.

Roughly, he pulled out, turning her around, so she was facing the street below.

Her eyes were unfocused, the people below small and blurry as Emmett pounded into her from behind.

"Can you imagine what those people down there would think if they knew what you were doing right now?"

His words were like liquid heat, sliding over her skin and warming her through, tingles of pleasure igniting themselves inside her once more.

"Do you want them to look up? See you me taking you like this?"

No… but yes. God, it would be awful if someone saw this - but then they'd know that Emmett was hers. That she was his.

It was that thought and Emmett's rough hands sliding down, fingering her bundle of nerves that pushed her over the precipice once more.

Feeling her clench around him made Emmett drop his head to her neck, his breath hot against her as he hissed, a heart bursting through Rose as he released himself inside her.

Slowly, they came down, Emmett only letting her go when he was sure she was capable of standing on her own.

Rose turned and looked at him, his eyes bright with joy, his mouth turned upwards into a broad smile and his hair messy from where her fingers had run through it. She let out a giggle, and he kissed the tip of her nose.

"Feel better?" Emmett asked, handing over her shirt.

"I do now." Rose buttoned her shirt and then turned to Emmett as he shrugged his own shirt on. "Panties, please." She held out her hand.

Emmett looked at her, his gaze on the apex of her thighs. "Only so you don't drip."

Rose shook her head as he handed her the lace, and she was able to slip them back up her legs. "You're so crass."

Emmett just winked at her before he helped her right her skirt and gently brushed her hair out of her face.

"Whatever happens, you'll be just fine."

Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Rose nodded.

She placed her hands on his cheek, feeling the rough stubble against her skin. "Thank you."

Emmett turned his face and kissed the palm of her hand. "Any time."

"I don't just mean for tonight."

His eyes sparkled. "I know."

Together, they let the office, their hands brushing as they walked back to the other office where everyone was.

When Rose walked in, no one said a word; the television obscured by the bodies stood in front of it, watching whatever channel intently.

"What's going on?" Rose asked, a dread filling her and making her physically step back into Emmett.

His large hand was on her back in a second.

Bella turned, tears streaked down her face. She took Rose's hands in hers and beamed.

"Congratualtions, Madam President."

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