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My Angel

Rosalie is Emmett's angel. A/N: You'll need this for awhile.

This does not belong to me, it belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

19. Enter the Catastrophe's Assisstant

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Car pulls into driveway.

Doors slam shut, echoing into the still night.

Alice and Jasper run to house.

His lips on mine, suddenly, but still carefully.

Deep breaths...gasp...moan...

Walking now. Fast.

Up stairs. Into room. Door bangs shut.

Tuxedo jacket on floor. Buttons on shirt half done.

His hands slide my dress over my head. On the floor with jacket.

Shirt gone. Pants with jacket and dress.

Fall onto bed.

Lips connected. Gasps for unnecissary breath. Moans. Hands everywhere.


"Rosalie?" Jasper calls from outside the door.

Collective sighs.

"You have a visitor."




Spring from bed. Panicked searching for clothes.

Reassuring hands on waist, handing them to me.

Clothes on, run.





"Hey sexy."

"Oh. Shit."

Take my photo off the wall if it just won't sing for you. 'Cause all that's left has gone away and there's nothing there for you to prove. Give me back my point of view 'cause I just can't think for you. I can hardly hear you say "What should I say?" Well...you choose.