"Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn't have a happy ending—but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now." Based off this quote from Eclipse...or what happens after this speech/monologue.
Well. This is going to be a oneshot, unless you guys want me to continue. If not, I'll stop here. But for those of you who have a thing for Emmett/Rosalie material, you might want to encourage the continuation of this story. Or if you have some strange fetish for me and my writing..skills.
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Bella remained in her seat, eyes focusing on nothing in particular, cogs and wheels obviously whirring. Edward leapt up, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and one on mine. I glanced up at him, meeting his unreadable gaze.
Will that make things better when she's around now? I thought.
"Thank you," he murmured. "She understands now, as do I."
I found Bella's eyes once more, nodded, and silently rose from my seat. Once my feet hit the stairs, I ran.
My hair whipped in tendrils around my neck, soft air whistling past my ears. I reached the top, stopped short and then continued to my room at a more..reasonable pace.
I let my fingers drag along the wall, feeling the textured surface. I brushed past a painting,fingers grazing the rough canvas. I stopped briefly only to glance upward at the mammoth painting that dominated most of the ivory colored wall.
"Whatcha doin'?" he breathed in my ear.
I closed my eyes, savoring his mesmerizing scent as it wafted toward my ultra-sensitive nose. Emmett.
I felt his arms snake around my waist, pulling me against his chisled body. His lips found my ear and I sighed, allowing my head to fall back on his shoulder and my hands to rest on top of his forearms.
He untangled his arms,taking my hands off of them. I frantically tried to pull them back around me, searching for some kind of comfort and protection. Instead,he spun me around and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held up my legs, cradling me almost.
I let my head flop gently onto his shoulder,burying my nose into his icy neck. He carried me past the painting, and through the winding hallways until we reached our room. He somehow managed to get the door open without letting go of me,but had to kick it shut with his Nike-clad foot.
Once we reached the bed, he set me down carefully. He started to pull his arms away,but I took his hands and guided them around my stomach, clasping them behind me. I searched his eyes, begging him to stay.
He finally allowed himself to fall onto the bed, rolling across my body only to land on the other side. I turned to face him,but only to snuggle closer into him and burrow my face into his stony chest. His arms tightened protectively around me and I closed my eyes,breathing in his scent.
The rise and fall of his chest was soothing to me. I caught myself listening for his heartbeat,hoping that the great precussive sound of his heart would calm me further.
Surely someone as wonderful and good as Emmett would have a heartbeat, wouldn't he?
But,vampirism doesn't discriminate. So, try as I might, I would never hear Emmett's heart beat again.
"Are you alright now, love?" he whispered.
I tilted my head up to look at him. His eyes were a dull flint black, but I could still see the sparkling caramel color at the very edges. His smooth forehead wrinkled with concern,eyebrows drawn together.
"I'm better..but I still need you. That okay?" I murmured.
His face relaxed into its normal half-smile as he nodded.
"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"
"Well, I kind of just had a mental break down. You might be dying to get away from my emotionally unstable tendencies."
He laughed,quietly this time, as opposed to his usual booming laughter.
"You're fine...Just a teensy little break down. Never hurt anyone...yet."
I smiled weakly, but pressed my lips to his chin rather than responding. I let them trail down to his neck, but stopped there, staring at the exposed pale flesh where a pulse should be thudding. But, the longer I stared the more motionless the spot appeared.
I could see his jaw shift as he opened his mouth to speak. The tension of the muscles visible under the skin rippled all the way down his neck, but stopped when it hit his thick collar bones.
"You missed," he smiled.
"I wha-?" I started, but his lips caught mine and the end of my question was lost in his mouth.
His lips moved eagerly against mine, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth. I shifted against him, running my hands over his chest. His chilly tongue prodded at my lips which opened under his touch.
His arms pulled me even closer to him and my hands wandered lower to trace his perfectly sculpted stomach. My fingers found his hips and he shivered. I pulled away.
He stared at me questioningly. I avoided his gaze, laying my head against his shoulder,kissing the fabric of his shirt. He tugged it off at a blindingly fast speed, tossing it into a chair.
"You're impossible," I giggled, trying hard not to smile.
He grinned broadly.
"I know. I know," he whispered.
With that he pulled my head against his bare chest, holding it there. His lips grazed my hair and I sighed.
He deserved a heartbeat. Even just a single beat..just something.
That one little heartbeat would be enough. I told myself.
Let his heart beat once and I'll never ask for anything again. I promised.
I stopped and glanced up. His eyes locked with mine,glittering despite their dark hue.
"I love you," he murmured.
I considered his statement for a moment. Familiar as the statment was, this one meant more to me than he could ever imagine.