Twilight drabble: "The Subtle Art of Sharing - Extras"
A little addition to my previous post. Missing moments on the timeline?
Written for twilight100.
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Title: “The Subtle Art of Sharing - Extras”
Beta: Not betaed yet
Rating: NC-17-ish
Characters: Emmett, Rosalie
Pairing: Emmett/Rosalie
Warnings: Nothing... I guess.
A/N: Pre-Twilight. Missing moments from "The Subtle Art of Sharing", it takes place after drabble #5 but before drabble #6.
Summary: Everything she does, she does it for herself.
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She remembers the first time she really noticed Emmett’s wild side.
They had been on their first trip to Africa when it happened; it only lasted for a few minutes, while he fed on a lion, but it was enough to spark something in her.
Something… she couldn’t quite identify.
It was like the first time she saw Emmett, only stronger. It was a very strong and powerful feeling, and yet not as strong and powerful as her love for him, but very close.
Rosalie remembers that moment perfectly, though she is still not sure who made the first move.
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Knowing how Emmett was back then, it was probably her who jumped him.
Well, it doesn’t matter who initiated it then, only that that day marked the beginning of a decade of wild, passionate, and uncontrollable sex, and the demolition of many houses.
A loud crack snaps her back to present time, and Rosalie opens her eyes to see that she and Emmett have torn down another wall of their brand-new house.
Somewhere along her musing, Emmett’s disposed of their clothes. Now, they’re both lying naked on the rubble.
Emmett smirks. “The bed?”
Rosalie smiles seductively at him. “Not today.”
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Lucky bed, Emmett thinks, too bad the living-room it’s not gonna be so lucky.
He grabs Rosalie’s legs, wrapping them around his waist, and leans down to place one tender kiss on her lips before thrusting into her. He groans in pleasure when he feels Rosalie’s nails digging into his back as she rocks her hips to meet his at every thrust.
Their bodies are completely synchronized.
The rubble turns to dust at the pressure of their bodies, and the house protests with loud cracks. However, their focus is only for each other and for the sensations overwhelming their senses.
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Emmett caresses her back lovingly, occasionally playing with her blonde tresses. He puts his free arm under his head, assessing the damage around them.
It isn’t so bad in his opinion. The house is still standing, and the master bedroom -they’re laying on the bed, under the safety of the sheets- is intact. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed.
His mind drifts back to Rosalie, enjoying the way her fingers caress his chest soothingly. His wife snuggles closer to him, sighing contently.
“Emmett?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
He smiles, but says nothing, kissing the top of her head in response.
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Comments are appreciated!
Written for twilight100.
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Title: “The Subtle Art of Sharing - Extras”
Beta: Not betaed yet
Rating: NC-17-ish
Characters: Emmett, Rosalie
Pairing: Emmett/Rosalie
Warnings: Nothing... I guess.
A/N: Pre-Twilight. Missing moments from "The Subtle Art of Sharing", it takes place after drabble #5 but before drabble #6.
Summary: Everything she does, she does it for herself.
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She remembers the first time she really noticed Emmett’s wild side.
They had been on their first trip to Africa when it happened; it only lasted for a few minutes, while he fed on a lion, but it was enough to spark something in her.
Something… she couldn’t quite identify.
It was like the first time she saw Emmett, only stronger. It was a very strong and powerful feeling, and yet not as strong and powerful as her love for him, but very close.
Rosalie remembers that moment perfectly, though she is still not sure who made the first move.
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Knowing how Emmett was back then, it was probably her who jumped him.
Well, it doesn’t matter who initiated it then, only that that day marked the beginning of a decade of wild, passionate, and uncontrollable sex, and the demolition of many houses.
A loud crack snaps her back to present time, and Rosalie opens her eyes to see that she and Emmett have torn down another wall of their brand-new house.
Somewhere along her musing, Emmett’s disposed of their clothes. Now, they’re both lying naked on the rubble.
Emmett smirks. “The bed?”
Rosalie smiles seductively at him. “Not today.”
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Lucky bed, Emmett thinks, too bad the living-room it’s not gonna be so lucky.
He grabs Rosalie’s legs, wrapping them around his waist, and leans down to place one tender kiss on her lips before thrusting into her. He groans in pleasure when he feels Rosalie’s nails digging into his back as she rocks her hips to meet his at every thrust.
Their bodies are completely synchronized.
The rubble turns to dust at the pressure of their bodies, and the house protests with loud cracks. However, their focus is only for each other and for the sensations overwhelming their senses.
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Emmett caresses her back lovingly, occasionally playing with her blonde tresses. He puts his free arm under his head, assessing the damage around them.
It isn’t so bad in his opinion. The house is still standing, and the master bedroom -they’re laying on the bed, under the safety of the sheets- is intact. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed.
His mind drifts back to Rosalie, enjoying the way her fingers caress his chest soothingly. His wife snuggles closer to him, sighing contently.
“Emmett?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
He smiles, but says nothing, kissing the top of her head in response.
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Comments are appreciated!