Fandom Gives Back - Voice Inside My Head Outtake for Bendingmirrors
WAY back in November of 2009 during the Fandom Gives Back auctions the lovely bendingmirrors bought my wee lil self and laid down a pretty penny for charity. Her prompts - Something from the Voice Inside My Head universe, preferably with Emmett and Bella.
And this is what she got...
Voice Inside My Head
Chapter: OUTTAKE/FUTURESHOT - 26. Santa, The Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy Walked Into a Bar
Genre: Twilight - Angst / Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Suspense
Characters: Edward, Bella, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice
Rating: MA/NC17
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content,
Status: Work In Progress
Beta'd By: Ilsuocantante
Summary: Bella's always believed in true love, fate, destiny & all that jazz. After returning from a self imposed exile, all roads soon lead to one conclusion. Will he see her for more than a best friend, or will another reveal a side long forgotten? AH/OOC
Disclaimer: I own Big E and Boo and Bendingmirrors owns this Out Take from the land of Voice Inside My Head for the New Moon Round of Fandom Gives Back. Thanks bb for letting me play inside their heads ONE last time. *sigh* And as always, Ilsuocantante the Russel Hammond to my William Miller. I adore you.
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Notes: Thanks to the lovely people at Project Team Beta VIMH is getting all the kinks .. unkinked. Amazing tacklehugs to nowforruin and HollettLA who rule my craptastic grammar/punc/commas/dialogue tags world.
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~Santa, The Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy Walked Into a Bar~
I couldn't sleep.
I'd tossed and turned for hours now and the frustration at being so close to falling into slumber and yet so agitatedly awake was driving me to insanity. I'd tried everything and nothing seemed to work.
Stupid body not giving in.
The wind outside howled around the remote castle walls, keening and whining noisily as it whistled under the parapets, over ancient stone. Usually distracting myself with white noise helped me sleep. The television on low, the flickering bluish lights familiar in whatever country I was in always seemed to help.
Not tonight, though. Not for the past four nights in this snow storm that seemed destined to never end. No. I knew what my problem was and that just made it all the worse. The only thing that could possibly have me sleeping like a baby, and I couldn't have it. The one thing my body craved like a drug, that I knew would work better than any of the sleeping pills I'd tried and that had also failed to work.
I felt around on my bedside table until my hands reached the cold metal I was searching for. I held down the direct dial number after listening for the dial tone, just hoping that this would be enough.
"Baby, still can't sleep?" he chuckled after answering on the third ring and just like that, a little piece of me I hadn't been aware was aching, suddenly wasn't anymore.
"No, I can't and it's driving me nuts, Em!" I rolled over onto my back and kicked the blankets in annoyance. "Nothing is working. I've tried just about everything," I whined.
"Warm milk?"
"Yes."
"Reading till your eyes get sore?"
"That whole Harry Potter series and nothing."
"Wow, Boo. The whole series in one night?"
"Ha ha, funny man. No, I started on the plane out here, then because of this storm we haven't been able to do anything so I've been left with reading on my phone. Thank goodness Alice bought me the iBooks or I'd really be bored."
"Good to know the lil Pixie can get something right. Um, what about tucking yourself in tight? You always fall asleep real fast when I'm holding you."
My body lit up at the mere mention of him holding me. It had been at least a month since I was home, our home, in our bed with him and I missed him more than words could say.
"I tried that. I actually snuck one of your shirts before I left and I was wrapping it around a pillow to sleep with, but it doesn't smell like you anymore." Tears filled my eyes as I fought to remember just what he did smell like when I was curled up on his chest, the feel of his hand stroking my hair until I fell asleep. Nothing was coming back to me.
God, I missed him so much.
"Baby. Boo, you're not crying, are you?"
I shook my head, knowing full well he couldn't see me, and tried to stifle the sobs that were forming a hard lump in my throat.
"Oh, Boo. Don't do that. I don't want you to cry. It won't be long till you're back home. This is your last trip away this year then you'll get so sick of seeing me you'll be begging Heidi to let you go on tour again!"
His attempt to placate me was going terribly wrong. I only cried harder.
"No Em, I've had enough. I can't be without you anymore. I'm coming home for good. I-I-I miss you so fucking much. I c-can't remember what you smell like!" I wailed and stuttered. I was beyond pathetic. I'd told myself over and over he wouldn't hear me cry again on the phone when he was too far away to stop my tears. It only served to make me feel guilty for being so far away from the man I loved and him guilty that he wasn't able to be with me and make me happy.
"Shh, baby. It's okay. We'll talk about it when you get home and you're not so tired."
I swallowed down the need to cry more and listened to his voice. Sleep was tugging at my still blurry eyes yet I knew I wouldn't succumb even if I placed my head on the pillow. Everything ached for him.
"I am Em, I'm so tired." I yawned, but I knew it meant nothing. I'd been yawning all day and if anything, the repetitive movement only made my jaw hurt.
"I just miss you so damn much. It's really all your fault, Emmett."
"My fault?" he chuckled and I heard weird material noises in the background, like he was shifting around to get comfortable. Comfortable probably in our bed. Our bed without me in it.
"How is it my fault that you can't sleep, Boo?"
"You spoiled me when I was home. I've gotten so used to falling asleep in your arms that now every bed feels empty without you." I rolled onto my side, pulling the largest pillow beside me down under the covers. I wrapped my arms around it, but it just wasn't right. Nothing could substitute the warmth and large body that was my Big E.
"You don't think I feel the same way?" his tone had changed. I could hear how much this affected him too and the sobs that had ceased turned to tears pricking at my eyes once more.
"I mean it, Em. I can't do this anymore. I need you too much. I know it sounds selfish and it probably is but I don't care." I smacked the pillow that was my makeshift Em in frustration and rolled back onto my back.
"Baby?"
"Yes?" I answered after we'd both been contentedly quiet, lost in our own worlds from my last statement for a little while.
"Have you tried," he paused and I swear I could hear him licking those luscious full lips, "touching yourself?" he finished lowly.
I gulped, looking around the dark room as a particularly loud gust of wind shook the shutters against the window panes.
"Em, what kind of a question is that?"
"A perfectly healthy, normal question a husband can ask his wife."
I couldn't help but smile at the word husband. Even after being married for the past nearly two years, I still got all tingly from that single word. He was mine just as much as I was his and nothing would ever change that, no running and chasing for us anymore.
"Isabella, I asked you a question."
Oh fuck me, he pulled out the big guns.
My hand moved gently across the bare skin of my stomach. Feather light touches causing my skin to pucker with goose flesh and my toes to flex and curl.
"No," I gulped.
Was he?
"You know you always fall asleep after you come. They say it's a guy thing, but it's most definitely a you thing, too."
I started to deny it, but really I had no leg to stand on. Orgasmic bliss induced semi comas were what I liked to call my after nookie nap times. I'd only ever experienced that with him. The things that man could do to my body in bed or on the couch, or up against the bathroom tiles, or on the kitchen island or on the rickety wooden floor of our fort...
"Isabella? Are you still there?" I shook my head, clearing my little trip down multiple orgasm lane and found my tongue to speak.
"Yes."
"Yes you're still here or yes you're touching yourself?"
Oh right. That's what I was doing. I ran my free hand under the thin tank top I was wearing, cupping my breast in one hand as I cursed the fact my hands free had fallen off a cliff when Kate and I had gone spelunking in Switzerland a week before.
"Both," I answered, my breath coming faster as I tweaked and pulled gently on my already sensitive nipple.
"That's my girl. Where are your hands, baby?"
"Under my shirt."
"Oh, are you playing with the girls? I miss the girls, you make sure they're nice and warm for me."
Oh dear god, his voice was like melted butter, oozing into my brain and melting me from the inside out. My skin tingled and the warmth between my legs had me rubbing my thighs together in a vain attempt to release some tension.
"Do you trust me, Isabella?"
I swallowed thickly, wedging the phone between my ear and the pillow, turning my head slightly and let my hand slip back under the covers.
"Yes , Emmett, always."
"Good, that makes me very happy, Isabella. Now are both your hands free?"
I nodded, my newly roaming fingertips having slid under the waistband of my panties and was headed toward the promised land of orgasmic bliss.
"I can't hear you," hs tone changed, still filled with lust but now had a hint of authority to it. Ooh, he wants to really play...
"Yes, would you like to know where my hand is now, Em?"
"Of course, baby. Are you still keeping those delicious tits of mine warm?"
"Uhuh, I'm pinching my left nipple right now, pretending it's your hand not mine."
"Oh fuck babe, I wish it was," he groaned. "What about the other one?"
I slid my fingers back and forth just under the elastic of my panties. My flesh covered in goose bumps and my heels rubbing against the sheets as I teased my skin with light touches from hip to hip over and over again. "On my stomach, circling my navel." I sighed into the pillow, my head turning toward where his voice was pouring almost liquid like in its rich deep tenor.
"Lower."
"Your wish, baby."
He chuckled and I let my fingers finally drift to where I was aching, physically needing to be touched. And I missed him all the more as my fingers slipped over my bare, soft mound between my slick, heated folds my hips left the bed, a whimper from my lips.
"Oh god you're fucking wet, aren't you? I can almost taste you on my tongue, Isabella."
"Please."
I slowly circled my clit, never actually touching that little pleasurable surface, not because I didn't want to... oh god how I wanted to. No, I just wanted him to say I could.
"Please what, Isabella?"
"Please... oh, Emmett, baby, please."
"I still don't know what you want, my love."
Another rumble like laughter filled the room and I heard some clunking in the background. Where the hell was he?
"I want youtotellmeIcantouchmyclit."
I felt that tell tale blush rush over my face and down my neck, and if my eyes had been open I knew it would be covering my chest too. Even with all our away Skype and phone sex I'd still never been really comfortable with the dirty talk without him there. I needed his dark baby blues to look into mine, I needed to see his everlasting, never changing love for me within them so I could feel fearless. Feel like I could do anything, because with him there was only ever safety. He would always be there to catch me.
He would never let me fall.
"What was that, baby?" Then a series of clunking noises again, followed by a muted "fuck" that I knew wasn't anything to do with me.
I sat up a little, my hand still under my panties but not moving anymore. "Em, what are you doing?"
"Um, nothing. Shit, fuckity. Just, concentrate on you, Isabella. I want you to feel good."
He sounded distracted which really didn't provide me with much interest in working myself into a tizzy any further. I sighed and sat up, grabbing the phone and letting my hand move back up to settle on my stomach.
"You never were a great liar, Emmett, now spill. What are you doing when your supposedly lying on your bed stroking that great big ol' cock of yours and imagining it's my hand instead?"
I shivered as another particularly icy blast of wind hit the windows, shaking and rattling the frames once more. I couldn't wait for this part of our trip to be over. This castle, as beautiful as it was with its rich history and courteous owners, still freaked me out. I never really enjoyed horror movies and this was something out of a Bela Lugosi Vamp flick, that was for sure.
"Nothing, babe. I, I just dropped something on the floor."
"Are you watching porn in our room and let the controller out of your hand again?"
"No! No, I remember your rule."
"Don't watch porn without Bella at home to watch it with me," we said together, both of us giggling at the end.
My heart clenched and my stomach ached. "I miss you so fucking much."
"Awe, Boo. It's okay. I miss you too, ya know."
"So much." I found myself wiping at my eyes with the corner of my sheet. How the hell I could go from turned on to weeping in seconds flat was beyond me, but now all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and mope.
We were quiet for a moment, his breathing even and loud over the phone. I couldn't help the sob that escaped my throat. I tried to cover it with a cough, but when I heard his sigh I knew I'd done a bad job.
"Baby, don't cry."
I shook my head, forgetting he was on the phone as tears tumbled down my cheeks unchecked.
"Oh, Boo. Don't do this again. Not now. I'm nearly there."
Again I shook my head and my chest shook with the weight of how much I truly missed him, needed him in this moment.
"Boo, please stop."
I think I possibly said something along the lines of, "But I miss you so much it hurts and I want to come home," but it probably came out more as a gasping wheeze and whine laced with sobs and random chunks of words.
"Oh, damn it. If I hadn't brought so much luggage..."
The tears continued until I could no longer make out a single word he said, the phone and his voice pressed to my breast, right above my heart as I slid down the bed a complete and utter mess.
I threw my free hand over my eyes and let the misery of distance take hold. I was choking on sobs so hard that I failed to hear the knocking on my door the first few times. I sniffled, hearing someone bang loudly again and I reconsidered the thoughts I had of my so called courteous caretakers. Who the hell bangs on a door like this at ... basically way too early in the morning for me to even check my watch.
"Immacumbling," I mumbled, brushing the tears from my face as I rushed to the door. In my half blind state I missed edge of the rug and stumbled, falling hard on my knee.
The sobs that had been slowing only increased with the now physical pain to match the emotional one.
"ELLA! EWE RIGH?"
Oh my God whoever's out there knows my name! Screw this, I was not opening the door now. I was just going to lay there on the floor, broken knee and broken heart. If they wanted in, they could break the door down.
*THUD*
I was too sad and sorry for myself to even contemplate getting up.
"Jus go vay!"
Another throat scraping sound escaped my chest and If I'd had the energy, I'd have picked up a pillow and thrown it at the door.
*THUD THUD THUD THUD*
"Lee me lone!"
*THUD THUD THUD THUD SMAAASH*
Holy shit! I raised my head and pushed up on one hand off the ground to look over the antique velvet armchair to see what the hell made a noise louder than the weather rattling the old building and...
"Emwett?"
I blinked and tried to clear my eyes, find my voice and sit up all at the same time. This huge figure moved into the dark room, with only the dull glow of my bedside lamp to give me any clue to who it was under the huge amount of coats and what was definitely a decent snow drift sitting on his head and shoulders.
"Boo? Where are you?" The figure unwinding a scarf several times from around his neck.
No. It couldn't be.
"Baby, are you hurt?"
My mouth opened and closed over and over again as the hulking human in front of me shed several coats and finally, he walked over to where I was still half lying, gazing up at him in complete awe.
"Oh my god, I've got a concussion. I must have hit my head because you are definitely not real."
He stepped over the upturned piece of rug and knelt in front of me. One large hand swept the mess of hair that had fallen over my face and into the epic gross run off of tears and snot that I'd cried out and attempted to stick it behind my ear. He let it go after a minute when it did nothing more than glue to his hand and my ear and cupped my chin, turning my face to his.
"Does anything hurt, honey? What the hell did you trip over you sounded like someone was trying to murder you from outside."
I was in a daze. This couldn't.... he couldn't.... it wasn't... "You're not real," I whispered through a hiccup.
His hands slipped over my basically naked body, gently squeezing and prodding from my shoulders, down my arms, my legs and even my ankles were turned this way and that. I winced a little as he moved over my knee that I had knocked on the ground hard and he shuffled closer, pushing me back on my butt with his hand on my hip.
"Awe, babe. You really banged your knee up. No real damage that I can see but I think you're gonna have one hell of a bruise come morning."
"Sure I am," I chuckled. This must be what delirium feels like. He's in Forks, in our house not here halfway around the world with me. At least I know I have a wicked imagination because this, this even smells like him. Right down to the touch of bourbon. Not that he drank it a lot, mostly when his nerves got the better of him. Like when we flew to Vegas for our wedding.
He hated planes.
"It's so good to see you, honey, but I was kind of hoping it would be a surprise. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Me? Sure! Sure I'm sure! Because the Easter Bunny and Santa were just downstairs having a few late night scotches with me and in a minute, the Tooth Fairy is dropping in to sing me to sleep!" I giggled, pulling my tank top over my head, using the material to clear my face of tonight's epic seepage. I sat up further, pulling the hair tie from where it hung around my wrist and twisting my hair into a loose bun at the nape of my neck. I let my arms fall behind me and propped myself up on my palms, my now naked chest pushing out in front of me.
The Not Real Emmett gasped, his tongue running quickly out between his beautiful full lips that - for someone with a serious head injury - I could recall with perfect clarity.
His head tilted to the side and his free hand that wasn't still rubbing gently across the little swollen injury area now traced ever so slowly along the outside of my thigh. Goose flesh burst out from the very trail of cool fingertips on my heated skin, over my hip bone, ticklish over the bottom of my rib cage and then... oh god sweeping back and forth across the underside of my breast.
"I love that part of you, your skin is so, so soft there." The Non Emmett leaned closer. "So warm." Closer again, so close I could feel his breath playing in a whisper across the already taut bud of my breast. "And the taste." I gasped as his tongue, the tip of his talented tongue slipped out and caressed the swell of flesh, slowly winding up and finally, flicking over my nipple, before his mouth covered, teeth grazing, sucking and lathing sensitive skin.
My elbows faltered for a moment, this felt... really, really freaking real.
"You're... oh gaaawd... you're not... oh please... real."
His tongue continued its journey with his lips, savoring my skin before lightly tapping the as yet unloved nub with his tongue. "Does this not feel real, Isabella?"
My eyes fluttered back into my head as his warm hands swept up and down my sides, strong firm movements around my back, slipping over my stomach and around the curve of my thigh. My legs fell apart as he shifted his body over me, one knee between my legs and as he inched closer, his hands that were wrapped around my back became the only upright support I had.
His knee, his own denim covered, banged up and scarred knee from all the years of Football he played, rubbed right there. Right between my legs over that spot and I pressed my hips forward, seeking further relief.
If this was a dream or hallucination or something ... this had better not end before I got off.
"It's not a dream, Isabella. I'm right here." His deep voice, filled with want played over the skin at my neck where his mouth was now reacquainting itself with that special place right above my pulse point that he loved to suckle on. I'd had far, far too many hickey's after our honeymoon that even my own Father had mentioned to Em to give it a rest.
"No, no. No, no," I muttered as his tongue traced the shell of my ear, teeth pulling gently on my earlobe.
"Yes."
I could hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled, then dropped with a soft thud to the floor.
"No. No."
"Yes."
His knee rocking forward, one hand at my hip stilling my movements so he could control it all.
"Uuugh, not.. oh yes, yes right there... not reaa ... don't stop .. not real. My Emmett's at ... yes.. like that.. at at home."
"Isabella Marie Swan." I opened my eyes and realized I had one arm wrapped around his neck, fingers entangled in his long curls and one resting on his bicep that was supporting my back.
I stared into the same blue eyes I'd known forever, but had only recently seen what true love and adoration really lay behind them.
"Isabella. I've never lied to you, and I'm not going to begin now as we build our lives together. I'm here. I wanted it to be a surprise but now I suppose we're going to have to offer to pay to fix the door considering you were wailing like a sick cow and I thought someone was trying to kick your ass instead you were lying here on your ass."
His head bent closer to mine his lips brushed slowly, reassuringly over mine. I quickly darted my tongue out. Not Big E even tastedlike my Big E.
"But you're in Forks."
He rocked his knee forward and I groaned.
"I'm here."
"But you couldn't get away, you had all that stuff to do with your clients and that thing with the UW Football team and ooooooh yeeeeeesssssss!"
"You were saying?" he chuckled, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine after his head dipped low for a moment long enough to press his teeth lightly around one hardened bud.
"Emmett?"
"Yes, Boo?"
"You're here?"
"Yes, baby."
"Really here?"
He chuckled. "Really here."
"Really, truly here?" I asked, grasping the taught muscle under my hands that little bit more firmly. If this was - and I was starting to believe it was - him, then he'd been working out while I was away. Something he had promised to do when he was bored instead of eat and add to his growing love handles.
He lay me gently back onto the ground, then quickly rocked back on his knees, his hands making light work of the polo shirt he was wearing, ripping it quickly from his body.
I may have moaned a little loudly at the sight.
My Emmett had definitely been working out. His pecs were more defined, his stomach an array of dips and curves and... Oh. My. Fuck. The boy had a swimmer's V...
I hadn't seen that on him really since we were in high school...
I had loved that arrow of muscle pointing down to the promised land back then. I'd worshiped it always with my tongue, my fingers tracing it when we were sitting at the dinner table, unbeknown to our family and friends sitting around us.
And there, right above his left hip bone...
I licked my lips and sighed.
Hello love button, oh vein of poppable peen hard on. Welcome back to the surface of the Greek god in front of me.
More of his body came into view as he tugged at his jeans, eventually giving up as they wedged half way down his thighs. I reached out, grabbing the bunched material to pull myself up against his body. I wasted no time getting reacquainted with the vein. My tongue tracing gently up either side, noting the little shiver and moan the move elicited from above me and then, tap-tap-tap... and suddenly something long and hard was bouncing lightly on the top of my cleavage.
I leaned back and smiled. "Why hello there, my friend. I know of a certain kitty that would love to have you come down and visit with her."
A rumble of laughter from above caught my attention, I pressed a kiss lightly on the tip of his dick before raising my eyes upwards.
"You came."
"Not yet, but you keep doing what you're doing, and I'm going to come all over your boobs, babe. And I didn't fly all this way just to pop all over you like at that Sadie Hawkins dance you dragged me to."
I giggled at the memory, he couldn't wait to get me out of my dress and I couldn't wait to get into his tux, which had resulted in me having to explain a seriously odd stain over the scooped neckline of my dress and Emmett's need to prove he could last longer than fifteen seconds when my mouth was around him. I had a lot of practice giving head for a few months after that. Not that I ever minded, he had a pretty cock and I enjoyed giving him pleasure... especially because he would always, always give back tenfold in return.
Tornado Tongue of Amazing Clitular Talent.
I may have written a poem about it once.
"Stand up, let's get these pants off," I ordered, pushing back on his hips.
He shuffled upright, laughing as he finally rid his legs of their denim prison. His cock standing proud and hard in front of him. He put his hands on his hips in a pose that instantly had me picturing him in a tight suit with a cape ... all Superman like. Right down to the dimples and wavy hair. How I loved that he let his hair grow, just for me. Or for him, he did enjoy me tugging on it when his head was between my legs.
I said a little prayer to whatever deity that allowed me and this man to get past so much indecision and hidden feelings over the years and finally be together. I leaned in to his palm as his hand moved down, cupping my cheek.
"You are so beautiful, Isabella."
My eyes welled up again from the absolute adoration and love that he infused in that one word.
"You make me feel beautiful, Em."
His hand slipped down my neck, lightly over my shoulder and arm until his fingers slipped around mine. With a light tug, I was up and standing in front of him, albeit a little lightly on my injured leg. I winced as I tried to put my weight on it, and cursed the stupid ancient rug that was sure to leave a bruise if not more in the morning.
"Hold on," Em bent down, one arm sliding around my back and the other under my knees, scooping me up and against him in one fluid motion.
"Well hello there, Mr. McCarty."
"Hello right back at you, Mrs. McCarty."
I grinned stupidly taking in all the features that I had missed, and that I could hardly believe that were now here, in front of me. I reached up, tracing the wirey hair of his brow, the perfect cheekbones, his strong jaw and my favorite part of all. Rosie pink, full, soft, warm lips. I ran my fingertips over them again and again until he stopped the action by taking the tip of my index finger between them, his teeth nipping playfully on my skin.
I pulled my hand back and as his lips finally met mine, I let it slide down and over his back, pressing myself closer. I felt him moving us toward the bed and for one second, I remembered the rug.
"The rug, baby," I mumbled against him. He nodded and broke away for a moment, carefully dodging the lifted carpeting and heading once more to the large wooden bed that took up most of the room. They sure did know how to build them back in the 1830's.
Warm and wet trails of open mouthed kisses followed by teeth grazing over the skin of my neck, the underside of my chin, the little hollow below my ear. I barely felt him place me carefully on top of the tangled mess of sheets and blankets I'd created before. I only had eyes for him as the bed dipped and groaned a little as he crawled onto the mattress. Felt the heat of his body hovering over mine. One hand pressed into the bed at my side, the other already moving over me.
I couldn't touch him enough, couldn't feel enough of him to ensure that he was here and it was obvious he felt the same. His hands and lips were everywhere. Tender caresses burning into my flesh, ghosting over my hip, fluttery whispers of skin on skin in a line between my breasts. I reached down, sliding my fingers around the shell of his ear before tugging playfully on the lobe as his tongue swirled in delicate swirls around my navel.
His eyes, dark navy in this light gazed up at me from where he'd lain his chin on the round of my stomach. His lips appeared even more full and red from his recent explorations.
"I need you."
"Let me love you properly, Isabella. Let me do this my way."
"Later, I don't want to wait anymore."
His answering dismissal was to quickly slide one large hand under my ass while his tongue swept between the apex of my thighs, dancing lightly over heated flesh, swollen with my arousal.
I gasped, pressing my nails hard into the corded muscle at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
"Or... your way is good too."
He chuckled, the movement tickling the sensitive skin where his mouth was now surrounding that little part of my body that could wreck havoc in the most pleasurable sense with every single nerve ending connected to it.
I fisted the bed linen in one hand the other threading itself into the dark curls atop his head. Fingernails lightly scraping in slow circles, tugging at tendrils in time with movements of his tongue, lips and teeth so much further south. My body felt all lit up, the pressure building within me with every touch, every lick, every soft stroke with the flat of his tongue. Then oh god his fingers. He teased my entrance with slow circles, dipping the very tip of his finger into my heat before circling again, driving me to the brink and back again and again. My hips rocking forward, barely able to control my need for more, the ache inside that could only be ended by him. Always him.
I cried out as he slid two fingers inside me, twisting and turning, quick then slow and in and out, and all the time building to a crescendo that was fit to burst within my body. His timed movements between his tongue and hand had me murmuring gibberish, my eyes closed and body arching toward him. I was overwhelmed, completely overwhelmed at how this felt, what he could bring out in me with something as simple as his head between my thighs. His mouth loving me.
Without warning, my body tensed and my blood boiled as I was thrown over the precipice. Light and sound and bliss burnt through me from head to toe. My throat ached from calling his name, as it ripped its way from my chest. My limbs trembled with after shocks as his tongue made pass after agonizingly slow pass over sensitive skin. Languid strokes from where his fingers were now making a slow withdrawal to the top where he paused for a moment, pressing his lips once more to my clit. A move that was almost reverent in how gentle his touch was.
I fought for breath, my chest rising and falling to the rapid beat of my heart, as his lips moved back up my body. That patch of skin above my navel that was somehow strangely softer than the rest, the inner curve of my breast, before his tongue swirled around the hardened peak. Every new touch, familiar yet so much more because of how long it had been since I'd felt it, felt him like this. His hard length brushed against my thigh as his lips met mine. Emmett's fingers tapped a slow rhythm down the outside of my thigh before cupping under my knee, bending my leg toward my torso and giving him greater room between us.
"Please, Emmett. Now... please."
I wasn't above begging. I could taste myself on his lips as my tongue slid against his. A groan - guttural and needy rolled its way from the depths of his broad chest and the ember that had flickered low from the quick burn of before now flared back into life. I needed the more, I needed him to fill me, let me feel him move against me in that most erotic and sensual of dances that two lovers can ever create.
His lips wound there way across my jaw, his breath cool against my heated skin, "Anything," he breathed, moving back to capture my lips once more but this time passionately, a force of his love and want. "For you." I ran my hand over his chest, following the light smattering of hair that grew thicker towards the end of the trail I was keen on arriving at. He shuddered visibly as my fingers wrapped around his length.
"Oh... fuck.. Bellllaaa..."
I'd never get used to how he felt in my hand, hot and hard and virtually pulsing against me. I guided his head between my lips, coating his length in the wet warmth and teasing myself before stopping for a moment as he lay outside my entrance.
His eyes locked on mine, fingertips trailed feathery and soft as he pushed back a few stray tendrils of hair from my damp skin and behind my ear.
"Anything, Isabella. Anything for you."
He breathed out and I breathed in. His scent intoxicating and my body tingled, vibrating with need for that moment. That connection.
"Always."
Muted groans and soft sighs filled the room as he pressed into my velvet heat. I lost myself in his lips, his touch, his everything. Teasing his plump bottom lip with pulls and tugs of my teeth as our bodies rocked together. Emmett's hand cupping and massaging soft yet firmly over my breast. My own tracing lazily up and down the shifting muscles that flexed and rolled in his back as he moved against me. As I moved with him.
Whispers of "I love you's" returned with "Only you'," were written with heated breaths over damp, sweat covered skin. The arch of my neck. The shell of his ear. The round of my shoulder. With my tongue as I teased the edge of his Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down with his rapid breathing in and out. I could feel my body melting from the inside out. That same pressure building deep down inside where our bodies were molding against each other. Heart beats increasing with the timed rhythm that hips and flesh echoed in the quiet of the night.
"Baby, god... don't stop.. don't.."
"So close... so good... ugh.. Isabella..."
Each push and pull quickened us both toward release. Clear, blue eyes locked on mine. Devotion, want, need and love... so much love echoed within their depths. His hand slipped over mine where it was caressing the warm skin on the small of his back. He laced our fingers together, bringing our joined hands between us dusting the lightest of kisses across my knuckles before pressing my hand back on the bed beside my head.
I struggled to hold on as my toes curled, my fingers clutched tightly within his grip. My lips against his, brushing gently as words of affection, love and need filtered through the air around us. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into the round of his ass to urge him on.
"I.. I.. love.."
The words, the emotion was too much. Tears pooled against my lower lids, one at a time breaking free to slide down over my cheeks and into my hair.
"I know.. ahh fuuuck... baby, love.."
"Love you."
As the words slipped over my lips I came undone.
If I'd thought that earlier he'd sent me reeling among the stars, this was so much more. Planets and supernovas whooshed past and everything became white light and white noise. I think I actually had an out of body moment, or passed out with the sheer ecstasy that ran through my veins, burning my flesh from the inside out. His movements became erratic and the echoed, "Only you," was the only sound my ears picked up on. Once, twice, three times and once more he rocked into me until he stilled, his forehead pressed to mine and sweet breath mingled with the words we both were beyond saying anymore.
A smile lit across his entire face, echoing in the sparkle of the cerulean depths of his irises. I grinned back, lazily, completely spent and unable to do anything more. Soft lips feathered light kisses across the arch of my brow, the bridge of my nose, each corner of my lips before settling against them fully. Slow languid movements that spoke of the love we shared, the act that we'd both taken part in that both of us needed more than we would ever say aloud.
He was my everything and after tonight, I would never leave his side again. No more would I travel the world, surrounded by people but always feeling alone. I wanted to wake up in our bed, in his arms and make coffee and pancakes for us on a Saturday morning. I wanted to have an early lunch with our parents and then spend the rest of Sunday locked away in our room doing nothing but make slow, sweet love to one another.
Apart was no longer an option.
"No more, Emmett," I finally spoke after a few minutes had passed. A look of confusion playing across his beautiful features as he rolled off my body, shifting me up the bed so my head was now laying on the scattered pillows. He reached down and within a few seconds had the multitude of blankets covering us both. He lay back down stretching out his arm so I could quickly move into my favorite place of all. My head resting on his chest, one leg hitched over his thigh and my hand over his slowly regulating heartbeat. The heart that beat only for me, always.
He sighed wrapping his arm over my waist to settle on the curve of my hip before turning his head, placing his lips against my forehead. "No more what, Isabella?"
I tilted my head up so he could see the seriousness I hoped that was evident in my eyes.
"No more traveling. I'm done. I'll find something to do back home. I meant what I said earlier. I can't be without you anymore. I want our house. I want your dirty underwear on the floor of the bathroom right beside the hamper. I want to complain that you've used all the milk and not thought to buy another carton. I want to catch you filling your mouth with dairy whip in the middle of the night and have you chase me back to our bedroom to lick it off my body instead. I don't want to be without you anymore."
He shuffled down the bed so we were now face to face. The eagerness in his gaze said that my words had found the right home, but there was also apprehension. I understood, I had fought with the idea before. He'd mention it, my stubborn side would kick in and I'd fight against it tooth and nail. Not anymore.
"I mean it, Emmett. You mean too much to me and we've talked about starting a family. How can we do that when I'm not home? Are you going to fly out to the middle of Sahara desert when my cycle is right?"
He chuckled and shook his head, the smile on his face finally starting to really reach his eyes. His hand slipped up and down my spine softly.
"No, I guess I can't. I just want this to be your decision, Boo. This is a huge thing and... I don't want you ever regretting it."
"I won't. I want you. I want us."
"I'm yours. Always, Isabella."
"Always."
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Voice Inside My Head
Chapter: OUTTAKE/FUTURESHOT - 26. Santa, The Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy Walked Into a Bar
Genre: Twilight - Angst / Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Suspense
Characters: Edward, Bella, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice
Rating: MA/NC17
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content,
Status: Work In Progress
Beta'd By: Ilsuocantante
Summary: Bella's always believed in true love, fate, destiny & all that jazz. After returning from a self imposed exile, all roads soon lead to one conclusion. Will he see her for more than a best friend, or will another reveal a side long forgotten? AH/OOC
Disclaimer: I own Big E and Boo and Bendingmirrors owns this Out Take from the land of Voice Inside My Head for the New Moon Round of Fandom Gives Back. Thanks bb for letting me play inside their heads ONE last time. *sigh* And as always, Ilsuocantante the Russel Hammond to my William Miller. I adore you.
All copyrights, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.
Notes: Thanks to the lovely people at Project Team Beta VIMH is getting all the kinks .. unkinked. Amazing tacklehugs to nowforruin and HollettLA who rule my craptastic grammar/punc/commas/dialogue tags world.
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~Santa, The Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy Walked Into a Bar~
I couldn't sleep.
I'd tossed and turned for hours now and the frustration at being so close to falling into slumber and yet so agitatedly awake was driving me to insanity. I'd tried everything and nothing seemed to work.
Stupid body not giving in.
The wind outside howled around the remote castle walls, keening and whining noisily as it whistled under the parapets, over ancient stone. Usually distracting myself with white noise helped me sleep. The television on low, the flickering bluish lights familiar in whatever country I was in always seemed to help.
Not tonight, though. Not for the past four nights in this snow storm that seemed destined to never end. No. I knew what my problem was and that just made it all the worse. The only thing that could possibly have me sleeping like a baby, and I couldn't have it. The one thing my body craved like a drug, that I knew would work better than any of the sleeping pills I'd tried and that had also failed to work.
I felt around on my bedside table until my hands reached the cold metal I was searching for. I held down the direct dial number after listening for the dial tone, just hoping that this would be enough.
"Baby, still can't sleep?" he chuckled after answering on the third ring and just like that, a little piece of me I hadn't been aware was aching, suddenly wasn't anymore.
"No, I can't and it's driving me nuts, Em!" I rolled over onto my back and kicked the blankets in annoyance. "Nothing is working. I've tried just about everything," I whined.
"Warm milk?"
"Yes."
"Reading till your eyes get sore?"
"That whole Harry Potter series and nothing."
"Wow, Boo. The whole series in one night?"
"Ha ha, funny man. No, I started on the plane out here, then because of this storm we haven't been able to do anything so I've been left with reading on my phone. Thank goodness Alice bought me the iBooks or I'd really be bored."
"Good to know the lil Pixie can get something right. Um, what about tucking yourself in tight? You always fall asleep real fast when I'm holding you."
My body lit up at the mere mention of him holding me. It had been at least a month since I was home, our home, in our bed with him and I missed him more than words could say.
"I tried that. I actually snuck one of your shirts before I left and I was wrapping it around a pillow to sleep with, but it doesn't smell like you anymore." Tears filled my eyes as I fought to remember just what he did smell like when I was curled up on his chest, the feel of his hand stroking my hair until I fell asleep. Nothing was coming back to me.
God, I missed him so much.
"Baby. Boo, you're not crying, are you?"
I shook my head, knowing full well he couldn't see me, and tried to stifle the sobs that were forming a hard lump in my throat.
"Oh, Boo. Don't do that. I don't want you to cry. It won't be long till you're back home. This is your last trip away this year then you'll get so sick of seeing me you'll be begging Heidi to let you go on tour again!"
His attempt to placate me was going terribly wrong. I only cried harder.
"No Em, I've had enough. I can't be without you anymore. I'm coming home for good. I-I-I miss you so fucking much. I c-can't remember what you smell like!" I wailed and stuttered. I was beyond pathetic. I'd told myself over and over he wouldn't hear me cry again on the phone when he was too far away to stop my tears. It only served to make me feel guilty for being so far away from the man I loved and him guilty that he wasn't able to be with me and make me happy.
"Shh, baby. It's okay. We'll talk about it when you get home and you're not so tired."
I swallowed down the need to cry more and listened to his voice. Sleep was tugging at my still blurry eyes yet I knew I wouldn't succumb even if I placed my head on the pillow. Everything ached for him.
"I am Em, I'm so tired." I yawned, but I knew it meant nothing. I'd been yawning all day and if anything, the repetitive movement only made my jaw hurt.
"I just miss you so damn much. It's really all your fault, Emmett."
"My fault?" he chuckled and I heard weird material noises in the background, like he was shifting around to get comfortable. Comfortable probably in our bed. Our bed without me in it.
"How is it my fault that you can't sleep, Boo?"
"You spoiled me when I was home. I've gotten so used to falling asleep in your arms that now every bed feels empty without you." I rolled onto my side, pulling the largest pillow beside me down under the covers. I wrapped my arms around it, but it just wasn't right. Nothing could substitute the warmth and large body that was my Big E.
"You don't think I feel the same way?" his tone had changed. I could hear how much this affected him too and the sobs that had ceased turned to tears pricking at my eyes once more.
"I mean it, Em. I can't do this anymore. I need you too much. I know it sounds selfish and it probably is but I don't care." I smacked the pillow that was my makeshift Em in frustration and rolled back onto my back.
"Baby?"
"Yes?" I answered after we'd both been contentedly quiet, lost in our own worlds from my last statement for a little while.
"Have you tried," he paused and I swear I could hear him licking those luscious full lips, "touching yourself?" he finished lowly.
I gulped, looking around the dark room as a particularly loud gust of wind shook the shutters against the window panes.
"Em, what kind of a question is that?"
"A perfectly healthy, normal question a husband can ask his wife."
I couldn't help but smile at the word husband. Even after being married for the past nearly two years, I still got all tingly from that single word. He was mine just as much as I was his and nothing would ever change that, no running and chasing for us anymore.
"Isabella, I asked you a question."
Oh fuck me, he pulled out the big guns.
My hand moved gently across the bare skin of my stomach. Feather light touches causing my skin to pucker with goose flesh and my toes to flex and curl.
"No," I gulped.
Was he?
"You know you always fall asleep after you come. They say it's a guy thing, but it's most definitely a you thing, too."
I started to deny it, but really I had no leg to stand on. Orgasmic bliss induced semi comas were what I liked to call my after nookie nap times. I'd only ever experienced that with him. The things that man could do to my body in bed or on the couch, or up against the bathroom tiles, or on the kitchen island or on the rickety wooden floor of our fort...
"Isabella? Are you still there?" I shook my head, clearing my little trip down multiple orgasm lane and found my tongue to speak.
"Yes."
"Yes you're still here or yes you're touching yourself?"
Oh right. That's what I was doing. I ran my free hand under the thin tank top I was wearing, cupping my breast in one hand as I cursed the fact my hands free had fallen off a cliff when Kate and I had gone spelunking in Switzerland a week before.
"Both," I answered, my breath coming faster as I tweaked and pulled gently on my already sensitive nipple.
"That's my girl. Where are your hands, baby?"
"Under my shirt."
"Oh, are you playing with the girls? I miss the girls, you make sure they're nice and warm for me."
Oh dear god, his voice was like melted butter, oozing into my brain and melting me from the inside out. My skin tingled and the warmth between my legs had me rubbing my thighs together in a vain attempt to release some tension.
"Do you trust me, Isabella?"
I swallowed thickly, wedging the phone between my ear and the pillow, turning my head slightly and let my hand slip back under the covers.
"Yes , Emmett, always."
"Good, that makes me very happy, Isabella. Now are both your hands free?"
I nodded, my newly roaming fingertips having slid under the waistband of my panties and was headed toward the promised land of orgasmic bliss.
"I can't hear you," hs tone changed, still filled with lust but now had a hint of authority to it. Ooh, he wants to really play...
"Yes, would you like to know where my hand is now, Em?"
"Of course, baby. Are you still keeping those delicious tits of mine warm?"
"Uhuh, I'm pinching my left nipple right now, pretending it's your hand not mine."
"Oh fuck babe, I wish it was," he groaned. "What about the other one?"
I slid my fingers back and forth just under the elastic of my panties. My flesh covered in goose bumps and my heels rubbing against the sheets as I teased my skin with light touches from hip to hip over and over again. "On my stomach, circling my navel." I sighed into the pillow, my head turning toward where his voice was pouring almost liquid like in its rich deep tenor.
"Lower."
"Your wish, baby."
He chuckled and I let my fingers finally drift to where I was aching, physically needing to be touched. And I missed him all the more as my fingers slipped over my bare, soft mound between my slick, heated folds my hips left the bed, a whimper from my lips.
"Oh god you're fucking wet, aren't you? I can almost taste you on my tongue, Isabella."
"Please."
I slowly circled my clit, never actually touching that little pleasurable surface, not because I didn't want to... oh god how I wanted to. No, I just wanted him to say I could.
"Please what, Isabella?"
"Please... oh, Emmett, baby, please."
"I still don't know what you want, my love."
Another rumble like laughter filled the room and I heard some clunking in the background. Where the hell was he?
"I want youtotellmeIcantouchmyclit."
I felt that tell tale blush rush over my face and down my neck, and if my eyes had been open I knew it would be covering my chest too. Even with all our away Skype and phone sex I'd still never been really comfortable with the dirty talk without him there. I needed his dark baby blues to look into mine, I needed to see his everlasting, never changing love for me within them so I could feel fearless. Feel like I could do anything, because with him there was only ever safety. He would always be there to catch me.
He would never let me fall.
"What was that, baby?" Then a series of clunking noises again, followed by a muted "fuck" that I knew wasn't anything to do with me.
I sat up a little, my hand still under my panties but not moving anymore. "Em, what are you doing?"
"Um, nothing. Shit, fuckity. Just, concentrate on you, Isabella. I want you to feel good."
He sounded distracted which really didn't provide me with much interest in working myself into a tizzy any further. I sighed and sat up, grabbing the phone and letting my hand move back up to settle on my stomach.
"You never were a great liar, Emmett, now spill. What are you doing when your supposedly lying on your bed stroking that great big ol' cock of yours and imagining it's my hand instead?"
I shivered as another particularly icy blast of wind hit the windows, shaking and rattling the frames once more. I couldn't wait for this part of our trip to be over. This castle, as beautiful as it was with its rich history and courteous owners, still freaked me out. I never really enjoyed horror movies and this was something out of a Bela Lugosi Vamp flick, that was for sure.
"Nothing, babe. I, I just dropped something on the floor."
"Are you watching porn in our room and let the controller out of your hand again?"
"No! No, I remember your rule."
"Don't watch porn without Bella at home to watch it with me," we said together, both of us giggling at the end.
My heart clenched and my stomach ached. "I miss you so fucking much."
"Awe, Boo. It's okay. I miss you too, ya know."
"So much." I found myself wiping at my eyes with the corner of my sheet. How the hell I could go from turned on to weeping in seconds flat was beyond me, but now all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and mope.
We were quiet for a moment, his breathing even and loud over the phone. I couldn't help the sob that escaped my throat. I tried to cover it with a cough, but when I heard his sigh I knew I'd done a bad job.
"Baby, don't cry."
I shook my head, forgetting he was on the phone as tears tumbled down my cheeks unchecked.
"Oh, Boo. Don't do this again. Not now. I'm nearly there."
Again I shook my head and my chest shook with the weight of how much I truly missed him, needed him in this moment.
"Boo, please stop."
I think I possibly said something along the lines of, "But I miss you so much it hurts and I want to come home," but it probably came out more as a gasping wheeze and whine laced with sobs and random chunks of words.
"Oh, damn it. If I hadn't brought so much luggage..."
The tears continued until I could no longer make out a single word he said, the phone and his voice pressed to my breast, right above my heart as I slid down the bed a complete and utter mess.
I threw my free hand over my eyes and let the misery of distance take hold. I was choking on sobs so hard that I failed to hear the knocking on my door the first few times. I sniffled, hearing someone bang loudly again and I reconsidered the thoughts I had of my so called courteous caretakers. Who the hell bangs on a door like this at ... basically way too early in the morning for me to even check my watch.
"Immacumbling," I mumbled, brushing the tears from my face as I rushed to the door. In my half blind state I missed edge of the rug and stumbled, falling hard on my knee.
The sobs that had been slowing only increased with the now physical pain to match the emotional one.
"ELLA! EWE RIGH?"
Oh my God whoever's out there knows my name! Screw this, I was not opening the door now. I was just going to lay there on the floor, broken knee and broken heart. If they wanted in, they could break the door down.
*THUD*
I was too sad and sorry for myself to even contemplate getting up.
"Jus go vay!"
Another throat scraping sound escaped my chest and If I'd had the energy, I'd have picked up a pillow and thrown it at the door.
*THUD THUD THUD THUD*
"Lee me lone!"
*THUD THUD THUD THUD SMAAASH*
Holy shit! I raised my head and pushed up on one hand off the ground to look over the antique velvet armchair to see what the hell made a noise louder than the weather rattling the old building and...
"Emwett?"
I blinked and tried to clear my eyes, find my voice and sit up all at the same time. This huge figure moved into the dark room, with only the dull glow of my bedside lamp to give me any clue to who it was under the huge amount of coats and what was definitely a decent snow drift sitting on his head and shoulders.
"Boo? Where are you?" The figure unwinding a scarf several times from around his neck.
No. It couldn't be.
"Baby, are you hurt?"
My mouth opened and closed over and over again as the hulking human in front of me shed several coats and finally, he walked over to where I was still half lying, gazing up at him in complete awe.
"Oh my god, I've got a concussion. I must have hit my head because you are definitely not real."
He stepped over the upturned piece of rug and knelt in front of me. One large hand swept the mess of hair that had fallen over my face and into the epic gross run off of tears and snot that I'd cried out and attempted to stick it behind my ear. He let it go after a minute when it did nothing more than glue to his hand and my ear and cupped my chin, turning my face to his.
"Does anything hurt, honey? What the hell did you trip over you sounded like someone was trying to murder you from outside."
I was in a daze. This couldn't.... he couldn't.... it wasn't... "You're not real," I whispered through a hiccup.
His hands slipped over my basically naked body, gently squeezing and prodding from my shoulders, down my arms, my legs and even my ankles were turned this way and that. I winced a little as he moved over my knee that I had knocked on the ground hard and he shuffled closer, pushing me back on my butt with his hand on my hip.
"Awe, babe. You really banged your knee up. No real damage that I can see but I think you're gonna have one hell of a bruise come morning."
"Sure I am," I chuckled. This must be what delirium feels like. He's in Forks, in our house not here halfway around the world with me. At least I know I have a wicked imagination because this, this even smells like him. Right down to the touch of bourbon. Not that he drank it a lot, mostly when his nerves got the better of him. Like when we flew to Vegas for our wedding.
He hated planes.
"It's so good to see you, honey, but I was kind of hoping it would be a surprise. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Me? Sure! Sure I'm sure! Because the Easter Bunny and Santa were just downstairs having a few late night scotches with me and in a minute, the Tooth Fairy is dropping in to sing me to sleep!" I giggled, pulling my tank top over my head, using the material to clear my face of tonight's epic seepage. I sat up further, pulling the hair tie from where it hung around my wrist and twisting my hair into a loose bun at the nape of my neck. I let my arms fall behind me and propped myself up on my palms, my now naked chest pushing out in front of me.
The Not Real Emmett gasped, his tongue running quickly out between his beautiful full lips that - for someone with a serious head injury - I could recall with perfect clarity.
His head tilted to the side and his free hand that wasn't still rubbing gently across the little swollen injury area now traced ever so slowly along the outside of my thigh. Goose flesh burst out from the very trail of cool fingertips on my heated skin, over my hip bone, ticklish over the bottom of my rib cage and then... oh god sweeping back and forth across the underside of my breast.
"I love that part of you, your skin is so, so soft there." The Non Emmett leaned closer. "So warm." Closer again, so close I could feel his breath playing in a whisper across the already taut bud of my breast. "And the taste." I gasped as his tongue, the tip of his talented tongue slipped out and caressed the swell of flesh, slowly winding up and finally, flicking over my nipple, before his mouth covered, teeth grazing, sucking and lathing sensitive skin.
My elbows faltered for a moment, this felt... really, really freaking real.
"You're... oh gaaawd... you're not... oh please... real."
His tongue continued its journey with his lips, savoring my skin before lightly tapping the as yet unloved nub with his tongue. "Does this not feel real, Isabella?"
My eyes fluttered back into my head as his warm hands swept up and down my sides, strong firm movements around my back, slipping over my stomach and around the curve of my thigh. My legs fell apart as he shifted his body over me, one knee between my legs and as he inched closer, his hands that were wrapped around my back became the only upright support I had.
His knee, his own denim covered, banged up and scarred knee from all the years of Football he played, rubbed right there. Right between my legs over that spot and I pressed my hips forward, seeking further relief.
If this was a dream or hallucination or something ... this had better not end before I got off.
"It's not a dream, Isabella. I'm right here." His deep voice, filled with want played over the skin at my neck where his mouth was now reacquainting itself with that special place right above my pulse point that he loved to suckle on. I'd had far, far too many hickey's after our honeymoon that even my own Father had mentioned to Em to give it a rest.
"No, no. No, no," I muttered as his tongue traced the shell of my ear, teeth pulling gently on my earlobe.
"Yes."
I could hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled, then dropped with a soft thud to the floor.
"No. No."
"Yes."
His knee rocking forward, one hand at my hip stilling my movements so he could control it all.
"Uuugh, not.. oh yes, yes right there... not reaa ... don't stop .. not real. My Emmett's at ... yes.. like that.. at at home."
"Isabella Marie Swan." I opened my eyes and realized I had one arm wrapped around his neck, fingers entangled in his long curls and one resting on his bicep that was supporting my back.
I stared into the same blue eyes I'd known forever, but had only recently seen what true love and adoration really lay behind them.
"Isabella. I've never lied to you, and I'm not going to begin now as we build our lives together. I'm here. I wanted it to be a surprise but now I suppose we're going to have to offer to pay to fix the door considering you were wailing like a sick cow and I thought someone was trying to kick your ass instead you were lying here on your ass."
His head bent closer to mine his lips brushed slowly, reassuringly over mine. I quickly darted my tongue out. Not Big E even tastedlike my Big E.
"But you're in Forks."
He rocked his knee forward and I groaned.
"I'm here."
"But you couldn't get away, you had all that stuff to do with your clients and that thing with the UW Football team and ooooooh yeeeeeesssssss!"
"You were saying?" he chuckled, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine after his head dipped low for a moment long enough to press his teeth lightly around one hardened bud.
"Emmett?"
"Yes, Boo?"
"You're here?"
"Yes, baby."
"Really here?"
He chuckled. "Really here."
"Really, truly here?" I asked, grasping the taught muscle under my hands that little bit more firmly. If this was - and I was starting to believe it was - him, then he'd been working out while I was away. Something he had promised to do when he was bored instead of eat and add to his growing love handles.
He lay me gently back onto the ground, then quickly rocked back on his knees, his hands making light work of the polo shirt he was wearing, ripping it quickly from his body.
I may have moaned a little loudly at the sight.
My Emmett had definitely been working out. His pecs were more defined, his stomach an array of dips and curves and... Oh. My. Fuck. The boy had a swimmer's V...
I hadn't seen that on him really since we were in high school...
I had loved that arrow of muscle pointing down to the promised land back then. I'd worshiped it always with my tongue, my fingers tracing it when we were sitting at the dinner table, unbeknown to our family and friends sitting around us.
And there, right above his left hip bone...
I licked my lips and sighed.
Hello love button, oh vein of poppable peen hard on. Welcome back to the surface of the Greek god in front of me.
More of his body came into view as he tugged at his jeans, eventually giving up as they wedged half way down his thighs. I reached out, grabbing the bunched material to pull myself up against his body. I wasted no time getting reacquainted with the vein. My tongue tracing gently up either side, noting the little shiver and moan the move elicited from above me and then, tap-tap-tap... and suddenly something long and hard was bouncing lightly on the top of my cleavage.
I leaned back and smiled. "Why hello there, my friend. I know of a certain kitty that would love to have you come down and visit with her."
A rumble of laughter from above caught my attention, I pressed a kiss lightly on the tip of his dick before raising my eyes upwards.
"You came."
"Not yet, but you keep doing what you're doing, and I'm going to come all over your boobs, babe. And I didn't fly all this way just to pop all over you like at that Sadie Hawkins dance you dragged me to."
I giggled at the memory, he couldn't wait to get me out of my dress and I couldn't wait to get into his tux, which had resulted in me having to explain a seriously odd stain over the scooped neckline of my dress and Emmett's need to prove he could last longer than fifteen seconds when my mouth was around him. I had a lot of practice giving head for a few months after that. Not that I ever minded, he had a pretty cock and I enjoyed giving him pleasure... especially because he would always, always give back tenfold in return.
Tornado Tongue of Amazing Clitular Talent.
I may have written a poem about it once.
"Stand up, let's get these pants off," I ordered, pushing back on his hips.
He shuffled upright, laughing as he finally rid his legs of their denim prison. His cock standing proud and hard in front of him. He put his hands on his hips in a pose that instantly had me picturing him in a tight suit with a cape ... all Superman like. Right down to the dimples and wavy hair. How I loved that he let his hair grow, just for me. Or for him, he did enjoy me tugging on it when his head was between my legs.
I said a little prayer to whatever deity that allowed me and this man to get past so much indecision and hidden feelings over the years and finally be together. I leaned in to his palm as his hand moved down, cupping my cheek.
"You are so beautiful, Isabella."
My eyes welled up again from the absolute adoration and love that he infused in that one word.
"You make me feel beautiful, Em."
His hand slipped down my neck, lightly over my shoulder and arm until his fingers slipped around mine. With a light tug, I was up and standing in front of him, albeit a little lightly on my injured leg. I winced as I tried to put my weight on it, and cursed the stupid ancient rug that was sure to leave a bruise if not more in the morning.
"Hold on," Em bent down, one arm sliding around my back and the other under my knees, scooping me up and against him in one fluid motion.
"Well hello there, Mr. McCarty."
"Hello right back at you, Mrs. McCarty."
I grinned stupidly taking in all the features that I had missed, and that I could hardly believe that were now here, in front of me. I reached up, tracing the wirey hair of his brow, the perfect cheekbones, his strong jaw and my favorite part of all. Rosie pink, full, soft, warm lips. I ran my fingertips over them again and again until he stopped the action by taking the tip of my index finger between them, his teeth nipping playfully on my skin.
I pulled my hand back and as his lips finally met mine, I let it slide down and over his back, pressing myself closer. I felt him moving us toward the bed and for one second, I remembered the rug.
"The rug, baby," I mumbled against him. He nodded and broke away for a moment, carefully dodging the lifted carpeting and heading once more to the large wooden bed that took up most of the room. They sure did know how to build them back in the 1830's.
Warm and wet trails of open mouthed kisses followed by teeth grazing over the skin of my neck, the underside of my chin, the little hollow below my ear. I barely felt him place me carefully on top of the tangled mess of sheets and blankets I'd created before. I only had eyes for him as the bed dipped and groaned a little as he crawled onto the mattress. Felt the heat of his body hovering over mine. One hand pressed into the bed at my side, the other already moving over me.
I couldn't touch him enough, couldn't feel enough of him to ensure that he was here and it was obvious he felt the same. His hands and lips were everywhere. Tender caresses burning into my flesh, ghosting over my hip, fluttery whispers of skin on skin in a line between my breasts. I reached down, sliding my fingers around the shell of his ear before tugging playfully on the lobe as his tongue swirled in delicate swirls around my navel.
His eyes, dark navy in this light gazed up at me from where he'd lain his chin on the round of my stomach. His lips appeared even more full and red from his recent explorations.
"I need you."
"Let me love you properly, Isabella. Let me do this my way."
"Later, I don't want to wait anymore."
His answering dismissal was to quickly slide one large hand under my ass while his tongue swept between the apex of my thighs, dancing lightly over heated flesh, swollen with my arousal.
I gasped, pressing my nails hard into the corded muscle at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
"Or... your way is good too."
He chuckled, the movement tickling the sensitive skin where his mouth was now surrounding that little part of my body that could wreck havoc in the most pleasurable sense with every single nerve ending connected to it.
I fisted the bed linen in one hand the other threading itself into the dark curls atop his head. Fingernails lightly scraping in slow circles, tugging at tendrils in time with movements of his tongue, lips and teeth so much further south. My body felt all lit up, the pressure building within me with every touch, every lick, every soft stroke with the flat of his tongue. Then oh god his fingers. He teased my entrance with slow circles, dipping the very tip of his finger into my heat before circling again, driving me to the brink and back again and again. My hips rocking forward, barely able to control my need for more, the ache inside that could only be ended by him. Always him.
I cried out as he slid two fingers inside me, twisting and turning, quick then slow and in and out, and all the time building to a crescendo that was fit to burst within my body. His timed movements between his tongue and hand had me murmuring gibberish, my eyes closed and body arching toward him. I was overwhelmed, completely overwhelmed at how this felt, what he could bring out in me with something as simple as his head between my thighs. His mouth loving me.
Without warning, my body tensed and my blood boiled as I was thrown over the precipice. Light and sound and bliss burnt through me from head to toe. My throat ached from calling his name, as it ripped its way from my chest. My limbs trembled with after shocks as his tongue made pass after agonizingly slow pass over sensitive skin. Languid strokes from where his fingers were now making a slow withdrawal to the top where he paused for a moment, pressing his lips once more to my clit. A move that was almost reverent in how gentle his touch was.
I fought for breath, my chest rising and falling to the rapid beat of my heart, as his lips moved back up my body. That patch of skin above my navel that was somehow strangely softer than the rest, the inner curve of my breast, before his tongue swirled around the hardened peak. Every new touch, familiar yet so much more because of how long it had been since I'd felt it, felt him like this. His hard length brushed against my thigh as his lips met mine. Emmett's fingers tapped a slow rhythm down the outside of my thigh before cupping under my knee, bending my leg toward my torso and giving him greater room between us.
"Please, Emmett. Now... please."
I wasn't above begging. I could taste myself on his lips as my tongue slid against his. A groan - guttural and needy rolled its way from the depths of his broad chest and the ember that had flickered low from the quick burn of before now flared back into life. I needed the more, I needed him to fill me, let me feel him move against me in that most erotic and sensual of dances that two lovers can ever create.
His lips wound there way across my jaw, his breath cool against my heated skin, "Anything," he breathed, moving back to capture my lips once more but this time passionately, a force of his love and want. "For you." I ran my hand over his chest, following the light smattering of hair that grew thicker towards the end of the trail I was keen on arriving at. He shuddered visibly as my fingers wrapped around his length.
"Oh... fuck.. Bellllaaa..."
I'd never get used to how he felt in my hand, hot and hard and virtually pulsing against me. I guided his head between my lips, coating his length in the wet warmth and teasing myself before stopping for a moment as he lay outside my entrance.
His eyes locked on mine, fingertips trailed feathery and soft as he pushed back a few stray tendrils of hair from my damp skin and behind my ear.
"Anything, Isabella. Anything for you."
He breathed out and I breathed in. His scent intoxicating and my body tingled, vibrating with need for that moment. That connection.
"Always."
Muted groans and soft sighs filled the room as he pressed into my velvet heat. I lost myself in his lips, his touch, his everything. Teasing his plump bottom lip with pulls and tugs of my teeth as our bodies rocked together. Emmett's hand cupping and massaging soft yet firmly over my breast. My own tracing lazily up and down the shifting muscles that flexed and rolled in his back as he moved against me. As I moved with him.
Whispers of "I love you's" returned with "Only you'," were written with heated breaths over damp, sweat covered skin. The arch of my neck. The shell of his ear. The round of my shoulder. With my tongue as I teased the edge of his Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down with his rapid breathing in and out. I could feel my body melting from the inside out. That same pressure building deep down inside where our bodies were molding against each other. Heart beats increasing with the timed rhythm that hips and flesh echoed in the quiet of the night.
"Baby, god... don't stop.. don't.."
"So close... so good... ugh.. Isabella..."
Each push and pull quickened us both toward release. Clear, blue eyes locked on mine. Devotion, want, need and love... so much love echoed within their depths. His hand slipped over mine where it was caressing the warm skin on the small of his back. He laced our fingers together, bringing our joined hands between us dusting the lightest of kisses across my knuckles before pressing my hand back on the bed beside my head.
I struggled to hold on as my toes curled, my fingers clutched tightly within his grip. My lips against his, brushing gently as words of affection, love and need filtered through the air around us. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into the round of his ass to urge him on.
"I.. I.. love.."
The words, the emotion was too much. Tears pooled against my lower lids, one at a time breaking free to slide down over my cheeks and into my hair.
"I know.. ahh fuuuck... baby, love.."
"Love you."
As the words slipped over my lips I came undone.
If I'd thought that earlier he'd sent me reeling among the stars, this was so much more. Planets and supernovas whooshed past and everything became white light and white noise. I think I actually had an out of body moment, or passed out with the sheer ecstasy that ran through my veins, burning my flesh from the inside out. His movements became erratic and the echoed, "Only you," was the only sound my ears picked up on. Once, twice, three times and once more he rocked into me until he stilled, his forehead pressed to mine and sweet breath mingled with the words we both were beyond saying anymore.
A smile lit across his entire face, echoing in the sparkle of the cerulean depths of his irises. I grinned back, lazily, completely spent and unable to do anything more. Soft lips feathered light kisses across the arch of my brow, the bridge of my nose, each corner of my lips before settling against them fully. Slow languid movements that spoke of the love we shared, the act that we'd both taken part in that both of us needed more than we would ever say aloud.
He was my everything and after tonight, I would never leave his side again. No more would I travel the world, surrounded by people but always feeling alone. I wanted to wake up in our bed, in his arms and make coffee and pancakes for us on a Saturday morning. I wanted to have an early lunch with our parents and then spend the rest of Sunday locked away in our room doing nothing but make slow, sweet love to one another.
Apart was no longer an option.
"No more, Emmett," I finally spoke after a few minutes had passed. A look of confusion playing across his beautiful features as he rolled off my body, shifting me up the bed so my head was now laying on the scattered pillows. He reached down and within a few seconds had the multitude of blankets covering us both. He lay back down stretching out his arm so I could quickly move into my favorite place of all. My head resting on his chest, one leg hitched over his thigh and my hand over his slowly regulating heartbeat. The heart that beat only for me, always.
He sighed wrapping his arm over my waist to settle on the curve of my hip before turning his head, placing his lips against my forehead. "No more what, Isabella?"
I tilted my head up so he could see the seriousness I hoped that was evident in my eyes.
"No more traveling. I'm done. I'll find something to do back home. I meant what I said earlier. I can't be without you anymore. I want our house. I want your dirty underwear on the floor of the bathroom right beside the hamper. I want to complain that you've used all the milk and not thought to buy another carton. I want to catch you filling your mouth with dairy whip in the middle of the night and have you chase me back to our bedroom to lick it off my body instead. I don't want to be without you anymore."
He shuffled down the bed so we were now face to face. The eagerness in his gaze said that my words had found the right home, but there was also apprehension. I understood, I had fought with the idea before. He'd mention it, my stubborn side would kick in and I'd fight against it tooth and nail. Not anymore.
"I mean it, Emmett. You mean too much to me and we've talked about starting a family. How can we do that when I'm not home? Are you going to fly out to the middle of Sahara desert when my cycle is right?"
He chuckled and shook his head, the smile on his face finally starting to really reach his eyes. His hand slipped up and down my spine softly.
"No, I guess I can't. I just want this to be your decision, Boo. This is a huge thing and... I don't want you ever regretting it."
"I won't. I want you. I want us."
"I'm yours. Always, Isabella."
"Always."
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