Forever

21. Esme

Despite her objections, and her obvious wishes against it, their lie in had to end at some point. Her stomach growled hungrily and the sound evoked a chuckle from Emmett, his body shifting to sit up. "Come on clumsy Bella, time to eat." He said, and she smiled at the nickname, standing with him as he pulled her up from the bed. The blanket fell from his body, baring all his naked glory to her eyes and she blushed, biting her lip and chuckling. She managed to catch the fallen sheet, wrapping it around her body, and she couldn't help the amused laugh at his disappointed pout.

"Emmett, clothes." Flushing, she turned to dress herself. A hand wound around her waist, and she yelped as he pressed her back against his chest, her hands fumbling to keep the sheet up, gasping as he caught it in his palm, pulling it away from her body.

"You weren't complaining before." He breathed into her ear, and she shuddered as his fingers brushed over her chest. She leaned against him, her hand releasing the material as her body yielded to his command. She glanced up, her eyes catching her reflection in the mirror, she could see her body easily framed by his, his hands settled over her stomach and she watched entranced as his head bowed, tucking into her neck and blowing cold air against her skin.

"Emmett..." She breathed, her head turning to the side, pressing a small kiss to his cheek as her ring finger thread together with his. "I need to change so I can eat, human remember." She teased breathlessly. He smiled, she could feel the movement over her skin, and she closed her eyes, her neck falling to the side. He pressed a multitude of kisses along the pale column of flesh, his breath tickling her sex-messed hair. She smelt of Bella, and he smothered his nose into her neck, inhaling deeply.

She turned in his arms, her body bare and pressed against his as her arms wrapped around his neck, she leaned up, her mouth pressing softly against his lips. He leaned forward, kissing back, his hands enclosing around her thin body protectively. Their lips danced, and she felt her breathing turn uneven, the excitement from the morning returning.

She pushed him back, shaking her head and smiling amused. " If we start." She breathed, "We'll never stop." He chuckled, nodding his consent as he released her from his hold, reluctantly allowing her to step away. Grabbing a new pair of jeans and pulling them on and over his hips, he leant down, pressing a kiss against her lips. "Stay here, I'll go get breakfast." She objected, but he had already gone, his body disappearing from the room.

She stared at the doorway for a few seconds before walking over to the dresser and taking a seat on the dark velvet of the piano-seat styled stool. Her hand reached down to grasp the sheet and she wrapped it back around her chest. She picked up the brush, frowning at her reflection; her skin was blotted and dry from crying, a flush filling her complexion at the dampness between her legs, knowing full well that part of it wasn't her fault. She sighed, running it through her hair, pulling through the knots till her dark, ochre hair lay in thick wavy locks across her breasts and shoulder.

She felt a rush of wind brush over her back, causing a shiver to run along her spine. A smile curled over her lips as she stood from the stool, her hand beginning to loosen.

"Back so so -" Her voice cut off as she saw who stood at the doorway, Bronze hair glinting as the newly risen sun hit against them. Her hand clutched the sheet tighter, seeing as it was her only line of defence against him at this point, she was more naked than she had been the last encounter. She stepped back, putting the dresser between them, watching him warily with a distrustful eye. He looked paler than usual, and a depressing aura lingered around him. His eyes were black, and the skin beneath them looked bruised, but despite his pitiful state, her fear didn't ebb away, even after being chased away from Emmett once, he had come back, she didn't trust him, and she probably never would.