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PROMPT: THE FERRIS WHEEL/CARNIVAL

When you're a kid and angry at your parents, did you ever threaten to run away to the circus? I sure did.

I just never thought it would have become my reality. I didn't exactly plan for my future, but I just figured everything would all work out. Fuck was I wrong.

I was rejected from all but one college due to my poor grades and attendance, and then when I did get to that college, I discovered that the academic lifestyle really wasn't for me. Before I knew it, I was failing all my classes, in a shit tonne of debt, and had no one to turn to. My parents were too busy trying to raise my siblings to be concerned about me so I was on my own.

That's when I decided to join the fucking circus. At the time, there was one in town, and all it took was me going down with a bag of my belongings, and I was in.

Three years later I was the resident strongman at the Golden Onion Circus. We called ourselves a circus, but it was more of a circus/carnival. We had acts, stalls, and fairground rides–even a fucking Ferris wheel that we took on the road with us. It wasn't the easiest life, but it sure beat what I had before.

And there was one thing that made it bearable, one thing that made each day a little easier. Rosalie Hale. She was an absolute stunner. Her blonde hair and blue eyes would make any man weak at the knees. Include the fact that she had a body made for worshipping and the sweetest voice I had ever heard; well it was a wonder that men weren't lining the streets for a chance to be in her presence.

She was pretty extroverted though. She performed in a double act with her brother Jasper Whitlock, and that was one of the only people she associated with. The other was Alice Brandon–our renowned psychic. I'll admit I'm a sceptic; ghosts, predictions, readings–all that shit is not something I got on board with until I met little Alice. She's barely five foot two, but she scared the absolute crap out of me the first time I met her. She knew exactly who I was, why I had joined the circus and even told me to watch out for the cheap fish I had brought–that was one piece of advice I should have listened to (my poor asshole).

I avoided her at first but then got to know her. She was less creepy than she originally seemed, and she certainly made me more of a believer.

Speak of the devil.

Alice danced over to where I was sitting outside my RV, She didn't walk or run she danced everywhere she went.

"What are you doing?" she asked, sitting next to me.

I glanced down at the sandwich in front of me and then looked back at her. "Is it not obvious?"

"Sarcasm isn't funny, Emmett," she said, pulling her sunglasses from her face and placing them on her head.

"I'm just saying, what else did you think I was doing? Creating a nuclear weapon?"

Alice let out a dramatic sigh. "If you don't want my help, then I am more than happy to leave you to it."

"Help with what?" I asked, immediately suspicious.

"Help with Rose."

My face flamed. I was usually pretty good at hiding things like that. But not from Alice. She saw everything. When I first arrived, she had commented on how I looked at Rose. Like I wanted to eat her and caress her at the same time. I never admitted anything to her. I didn't deny it either.

"I don't need help with Rose," I said, looking away from Alice and at the other parked RVs.

A shake of her head quickly preceded the snort that came from Alice. "Yeah, and I don't need a good fuck."

When she said that, I choked on a bite of my sandwich, pulling my sunglasses down my nose to stare at her. "That's far too much information, Ali."

She shrugged. "I'm just saying, that if you were looking for a moment to get Rose alone, she is currently in the supply van struggling to reach something up high."

"That's nice," I said, turning to look back at the RVs. It didn't matter. I didn't care.

It took five seconds before I put my plate on the table next to my seat and stalked off towards the supply van, muttering under my breath about interfering little pixies.

Alice just laughed.

When I got the supply van, my heart thudded against my chest and my mouth ran dry. Fuck me. Rose looked fucking delicious. She looked utterly edible. She was wearing a pair of shorts that did nothing to hide her long tanned legs as she stretched and tried to reach whatever the fuck she was looking for. Her old t-shirt that was too big hung off one shoulder exposing a tantalising piece of skin that had my teeth aching to rake over it. Her hair was in a simple braid, and as normal, she wasn't wearing any makeup. Her dainty feet were bare, and I caught the glint of her silver anklet as she went on her tiptoes, desperate to get to the top shelf.

"Need any help?" I asked, praying like hell my voice didn't sound as creepy as I thought it did. It was rough and gravelly, my desire weaving through every fibre of my body like a thread.

Rose jumped back slightly, returning to the balls of her feet as she turned around. "Emmett!" Her voice was slightly breathless, and it did wonderful things to my cock. "You came at just the right time." Her eyes were bright and her smile wide. They made my hands itch to reach out and pull her to me.

"I can always sense a lady in distress," I teased, moving forward and into the cramped space to help.

Very quickly I realised that I should have stepped back out of the small van, let Rose past me, and then taken up the space she'd been occupying. But I didn't. I pushed my way in, slightly pissed off that it was such a cramped area and came to stand behind Rose. She looked up at me, our chests nearly touching as a delicious blush flushed its way up her cheeks.

"What is it you want, Rosie?" I knew how husky my voice was. That hiding my desire from her was no longer an option. Hell, she could feel it pressed against her thigh. She could feel my chest heaving breaths in as I prayed that I didn't screw this up and send her running. She could see it in my eyes. I knew my lids were heavy, dirty thoughts of taking her right here and now stampeding through my mind.

"Huh?" she asked as if she didn't quite understand the question. Her own eyes were dark. The normally light blue closer to a purple now, her lips parted, tongue brushing over them as her eyes dragged over my face, an obvious tension in the air.

"What do you want, Rosie?" I asked again, knowing that I was no longer referring to whatever she had come here for.

Her chest heaved harder, and for just a moment her eyes closed as she swallowed hard.

I was sure that she was going to tell me to back up, that she was going to plaster herself to the wall of this rickety old van and make her excuses.

Boy was I fucking wrong.

I had barely a second to register Rose reopening her eyes before her arms slid around my neck and she pulled my face down to hers. Her lips instantly found mine and she moaned. It was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. It was like she had been starving for them. Waiting a lifetime to kiss me.

I felt the fucking same. I'd envisioned this moment for what felt like forever. I'd laid in bed at night and dreamed of kissing her, loving on her from when the sun set to when it reemerged in the morning. Of secret meetings around the camp. Of cradling her in my arms as she begged me for more.

Her lips were so much more than what I dreamed of though. They were so soft but demanding. She knew what she wanted. She didn't hold back. There was no timidness or shyness in this kiss. Her lips were on mine, opening as she let her tongue peek out, tasting my skin.

Groaning into the kiss, I deepened it, craning my neck down more as my hands grabbed at her waist, fully wrapping her up into my arms, relaxing into her embrace.

When she pulled back gasping, I dragged my lips down her chin to her neck, desperate to taste more of her and luxuriate in the feeling of being here. The scent of clean washing and something that was purely her rolled off her in waves, making my head spin as I sunk myself into her body, letting her feel all of my hard angles.

"Em," she moaned, her fingers clinging to my hair as she held my mouth against her neck, clearly enjoying what I was doing.

My tongue swept over her skin as I breathed deeply, lips tasting the salt that was left behind from this fucking heat. I loved it. I never want to stop.

"I-oh fuck," she moaned when I sucked her skin into my mouth, lightly biting down. With urgency, her hips thrust against mine and she gripped my hair harder.

My own hips surged into hers as she pulled my mouth away from her neck, placing her lips back on mine, a gentle smile covering them.

She pressed her entire body into mine. I grasped at her shirt, desperation wanting to see what was underneath it but not wanting to pull my lips from hers. I had spent hours wondering what her nipples looked like. Would they be a peachy pink or a darker berry colour? What about brown? How sensitive were they? Would she like me to bite them? Would she let me suck on them as she rode my dick? They were one part of her body I had thought about a lot.

Pulling back from me, Rose bit her lip as he sweet little fingers trailed down my chest, her eyes on mine the entire time.

I heaved in a breath when she placed her hands under my top, nails digging into the wall of muscle that she felt.

Her eyes widened, and then a wicked little smile covered her face.

Before either of us could say anything, there were several sharp thuds on the side of the van, Rose swaying into my chest as I tightened my grip on her, trying to keep us both upright.

"Whoever fucking in there, get out!" The gruff voice of the circus' maintenance man cut through the air like a knife.

Both Rose and I remained silent as we heard his retreating footsteps, muttering about hormones and sex.

After a few seconds, the sweetest giggle I had ever heard burst forth from Rose's mouth. Unable to contain my laughter, I pressed my forehead against hers and enjoyed the ruined moment.

"I should probably apologise for mauling you," I said when we had both stopped laughing, even though I was in no way apologetic for what had just happened.

"In that case, I should say sorry too as you weren't the only one doing the mauling." Rose dug her nails into my stomach again as if to emphasise her point. The grin that spread across my face was entirely involuntary.

"No apology necessary," I muttered, leaning down to kiss her once again, unable to stay away from her lips.

When I pulled back, Rose's cheeks were red, and her eyes were dancing with mischief. "Would you be opposed to coming back to my RV?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely not," I said, my grin lighting up my entire face.

Rose took my hand and led me from the supply van without a second thought, her grip sure and firm.

"I really will have to thank Alice," she mentioned as we crossed the field to her home on wheels.

"Why?" Glancing back at my RV, I saw that Alice was still sitting out the front, her sunglasses now on, grinning and waving at me.

"Because she told me she needed some drapes from the top shelf and couldn't reach them."

Oh really.

As Rose tugged me into her van, slamming the door shut behind me, her hands under my shirt and her lips on mine, I made a mental note to thank Alice later.

Thank fucking God for Alice.