Magnolia Swan is the younger half sister of Bella Swan. Maggie grew up in Forks, Washington with their father. She was always fascinated by the legends Sam Uley and Jacob Black would tell her. How would her life change when those legends became true...
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(idc if this color dress is not appropriate for a wedding, she looks hot af in it)
"Bella, I told you to get rest! You look terrible," Alice groans as Bella is trying to walk in her high heels. The wedding is tomorrow and Bella still looks like she's about to break an ankle when she walks.
Alice continues to boss us around to make sure everything is perfect. By the time she is satisfied, it's almost midnight. I wanted to spend time with Embry tonight but I don't see that happening. Sam has him patrolling until four. I decide to spend a little daddy daughter time with Emmett aka drag him hunting with me so I don't have to go alone. I'm still not 100% comfortable around humans so I hunt frequently to keep my thirst under control.
By the time we get back, it's morning and Alice is already having people get ready. I let Rosalie curl my hair and do my makeup before Bella arrives so they can focus on her.
There's a knock on my door as I go to sit on my bed, "you don't have to knock."
Embry steps in wearing a tux with his hair nicely done, "I know, it's just nice."
"You look handsome," I grin at him.
"and you look beautiful, I love the pajama shorts."
"I didn't want to change into the dress yet," I explain with a giggle.
He takes a seat next to me and wrap his arm around my shoulder, "so I was thinking."
"yeah?"
"maybe we have a quickie before this wedding."
I laugh and push his arm away from me, "Rose will kill you if you mess up my hair and makeup."
"Fiiiine," he whines, holding out the "i".
I lean over to kiss his cheek and he takes the opportunity to move his head and attack my lips with his. I kiss him back automatically and deepens the kiss. Our tongues fight for dominance as his hand moves to my thigh. I moan quietly as his hand moves up my thigh. I let his slip his hand passed the band of my shorts where I'm not where panties underneath.
"fuck, you're so hot," he mumbles against my lips.
I moan when he presses his finger against my clit and begins to rub in a circular motion. I react instinctively by moving my hands to his hair to tug. My legs spread further once he slips a finger inside me and begins to thrust. I buckle my hips up to meet the motion of his finger. Our lips disconnect and he pulls his finger away and his hand out of my shorts. I look at him with a pout.
