Author: TheHeartOfLife PM
Odds and ends, past and future. Outtakes from The Long Way Home. AKA The Sh*t I Didn't Show. AH, rated M.Rated: Fiction M - English - Rosalie - Chapters: 2 - Words: 10,869 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 07-27-11 - Published: 06-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7112356
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This was a futuretake written for hmonster's birthday last year. It's a little wink wink, nudge nudge to the road trip truth or dare game Emmett and Rose played in chapter 17...a little bit dirtier, though. Needless to say, this particular outtake earns its M rating. And since it was a present to my beta, it's unbetaed. Excuse any errors, please. :)
Also excuse the fact that this is marshmallowy-light on plot.
It's been so nice to see some familiar faces. Thanks for reading!
It's amazing what you learn about a person when you move in with them. You realize the minutiae you secretly cataloged before that monumental step in your relationship was just the tip of the idiosyncratic iceberg.
Emmett and I moved into a sunny one-bedroom apartment in a quiet corner of Russian Hill three months ago. When we were long distance, our quirks had been revealed to one another slowly. They were savored and filed away because we didn't have each other all the time.
When we started living together, those little discoveries came every day. I learned that Emmett got up at five-thirty to work out and always left my Raisin Bran and a bowl out on the counter for me when I woke up. I knew that he preferred to sing power ballads in the shower because, "the acoustics are awesome in here, babe. Have you heard me? I should like the dude from Mr. Big." I knew that he stripped out of his work clothes as soon as he got home, that he loved to stand behind me when I cooked and sneak bites of food, his arm wrapped around my waist. I learned that he sucked at washing dishes and left little specks of toothpaste on the bathroom faucet. I knew that each layer that was revealed to me only made me love him more, even when he was driving me insane.
I also discovered that Emmett loved to play games.
It was something I knew to some extent, of course. He'd always been insanely athletic, dominating in football in high school and picking up any other sport he tried. He and Garrett had become bosom buddies in that regard (among many. Jasper was developing a complex, according to Alice). They played basketball at rundown courts in Chinatown and tag football at the Marina Green on Sundays. They'd even joined a soccer league, though you wouldn't have known they were on the same team by the way they shit-talked one another.
And it didn't stop there. If there was any type of play involved, any hint of challenge, Emmett wanted in. He could sniff out a pool table in a bar from thirty feet away. He got rowdy with Monopoly and Sorry!, battled Jasper and Edward on Guitar Hero and Madden when we visited them in Seattle. He even loved Jeopardy and infuriatingly enough usually got most of the answers right, bellowing them at the television like Alex Trebek could hear him if he was enthusiastic enough.
I pretended to be annoyed by his childlike glee, but secretly I found his need to turn everything into a game disarmingly adorable, unless I was on the losing end. I loved the twinkle he got in his eye when he won, the way his nostrils flared and his mouth pursed when he didn't, the swiftness with which he got over it and moved onto something else.
And it hadn't exactly hurt our sex life either.
My lips curled into a smirk as he sauntered into the bathroom now, clad in navy boxer briefs that sat low on his hips. All of his extra-curriculars had only helped the sinuous muscles in his arms, his chest, his stomach and legs, making him pretty much impossible to resist.
He knew it, too, and came to stand right behind me as I straightened, blush brush in hand. His eyes met mine in the mirror and then drifted lower; I could feel the weight of them on my mouth, my breasts, my stomach. His hand grazed over the dip in my waist and came to rest on my hips.
"Can I help you?" I asked archly, shivering. I pressed back into him, rolling my hips for good measure, and his fingers dug into my skin.
"Mmhmm," he replied with a grin. His eyes were dark but amused. I could feel what he needed help with against my back.
"As tempting as that is –" God, it was really tempting now that he was kissing my neck, his mouth warm and wanting on my skin, his tongue tasting, teasing. "Mmm…we have a party to get to in thirty minutes and I'm not –" My breath caught when he nipped at my jaw. "I'm not even dressed."
He plucked the brush from my hand and set it down on the edge of the sink, then circled my wrists with one hand, placing the other on my bare stomach. He curved into me until his mouth was next to my ear, his fingers brushing against the top of my underwear. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, my hips moving forward at their own accord, searching for more of his touch. He smiled wickedly at my reflection, his teeth scraping against his bottom lip.
"Kate and Garrett won't mind if we're a few minutes late," he murmured, his hand creeping lower. My body tightened in anticipation and his grip on my wrist did, too. "You can't be bent over in see-through things and not expect me to react."
"Oh, and you think you can take care of this in a few minutes?" I asked, trying to keep my breath steady as his hand drifted up, his fingers trailing hot fire and goose bumps up my stomach until he reached the bottom edge of my bra.
Emmett's gaze was focused on his hand as it palmed my breast, and I rocked back into him, trying to gain back some of the control he'd taken just by touching me. My eyes met piercing aquamarine and I briefly considered letting him just bend me over the sink; anything to get rid of the ache that had settled itself down in my stomach and lower.
"We can't," I sighed, halfheartedly trying to wrestle my wrists out of his grip, which only tightened. My hands were pressed up against him between our bodies; I could feel how much he wanted it, could see it in the rhythmic tic of his jaw muscle, the way he was staring at me reacting to his hands and body and mouth.
"But baby, we are," he crooned into my ear, taking my lobe lightly between his teeth as his fingers closed around my nipple.
"Emmett." I tried for stern, but his name came out in a long, low whimper that made him groan. It rumbled in his chest and against my back. "Seriously, if we're late for another one of their get-togethers, we'll never hear the end of it. I love your...enthusiasm," I drawled, raising an eyebrow. He smirked. "But this isn't happening right now."
He placed an open-mouthed kiss at the juncture where my jaw and ear met, his eyes still locked with mine in the mirror. "Fine, blue baller. You wanna play a game instead?"
I gave him an incredulous look. "A game, Emmett? Really?"
"Truth or dare?" he asked, eyes flashing with amusement.
I doubted I could look any more incredulous. "Are you ser -"
"Truth or dare, Rosalie?" he asked again, his voice taking on a note of authority that made my stomach quiver. His hands were still wrapped around my wrists, his other hand flat against my stomach to keep me in place. He had full control over me right now, could manipulate my body any way he wanted to, and I almost gave in. But there was a spark of challenge connecting our gazes in the mirror and I didn't want to be the one to give in.
So even though I was on fire from his touch and voice, I replied coolly, "Dare."
His lips spread into a honeyed smile, his dimples deep and dangerous, a sure sign that I'd walked right into a trap. "I'm shocked you'd pick that, Rose." He released his hold on my hands, flattened his palms against my hips, and pulled me back until our hips were flush.
"Just shut up and give it to me," I huffed.
He laughed. "I was trying to, but you weren't game."
"Speaking of game, you smirky bastard, get on with it or we're going to be late anyway."
"All right." He drew the syllables out lazily, his thumbs circling my hipbones. "Since you're so set on giving up what could have been the best sex of your life -"
"You're so modest."
"- I dare you not to touch me." Even as he was saying it, he was rocking into me, his fingers sweeping closer and closer to where I really, really wanted them to be right now. I swallowed hard. "At all. Once we leave the apartment, Hale, your hands can't be anywhere near my person."
"What kind of dare is that?" My voice was strained, breathless.
"One you can't - " he stopped with a sharp breath when I arched back, my hands braced against the sink. "Shit...win."
We stared at one another for a long, drawn out moment, our breath bouncing off the walls, echoing the need that now neither of us was willing to give up.
"Fine," I clipped out, ducking out from under his hold. He put his hands on his hips, managing to look both put out and amused, not to mention completely turned on. "But I dare you to keep your hands to yourself, too. Not one finger on me until we get back home."
"Easy," he said, even as his eyes made one last longing sweep of my body. I crossed my arms and his gaze darted back up to my chest, then narrowed when he reached my face.
I rushed to my closet and stood in front of my selection of dresses, chewing on my thumbnail. I was distracted by the knot in my stomach and the buzz in my veins. I could feel him all the way in here and truthfully, after the way he'd just worked me up I wasn't sure I would be able to fulfill my end of the dare. We were usually touching in some way or another – little subtle brushes of skin underneath the table at dinner; intertwined fingers when we were at the grocery store or the movies; curled up on the couch or tangled in bed. In theory, he would win this dare without any effort. I wasn't good at keeping my hands to myself, and had no patience for waiting on top of that.
But he seemed to have forgotten that I was really not good at losing. And right now, that trumped how badly I wanted him, how much I wanted to skip out on the party and drag him to bed.
I ran my tongue thoughtfully along the edge of my bottom lip, feeling the corners of my mouth spread into a mischievous grin as I plucked a black dress off its hanger.
Ten minutes later, I sauntered out of the bedroom, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Emmett was standing in the foyer, hands in his pockets with his broad back facing me. He was whistling smugly and I stopped just behind him, hip cocked and head tilted.
"Ready to go, McCarty?"
"Right on time, just like you wan...ted." He faltered as he turned around and caught sight of me. His eyes were everywhere at once, heavy on me, exploring, taking in curves and the expanse of skin the dress revealed. He lingered on my throat and collarbone before moving lower. I was doing the same, my heart beating heavily; he looked gorgeous in dark jeans, button-down shirt and navy blazer, his hair a little too long and curling around his ears. A hint of five o'clock shadow accentuated his jaw line.
And the bastard was wearing his glasses. He knew I loved him in glasses. My heart skipped a beat, my fingers twitching against my sides. This game was going to get dirty very, very fast.
He stepped forward, then stopped, and I put my hand on my hip indignantly.
"What the hell are you doing?" we demanded in unison.
"You're wearing that dress?" he continued sharply.
"You're wearing glasses?" I shot back.
"Yeah, I need them to see," he replied, ignoring my derisive snort, his mouth turning up smugly. "What, do they bother you, Rosalie?"
I jutted my chin toward him suspiciously. "Are you doing this on purpose?"
We stared at one another silently, stubbornly standing off, before he broke into a brilliant smile.
"Oh, this is going to be fun."
I rolled my eyes and went to the hallway closet to get my coat. "You're unbelievable."
I was just stepping over the threshold of the front door when Emmett's hand went around my wrist, pulling me back inside.
"Can I get one for the road?" His arms snaked around my waist, bringing me close, and I placed my hands on his biceps to steady myself. My eyes were level with his jaw and I had to physically restrain myself from nuzzling my nose against it.
"You've got some nerve," I huffed, but he was already dipping his head and when our mouths met, I gave in. It was a long, slow kiss, surprisingly tender considering our antagonism, one that vibrated every nerve ending in my body. His hand weaved into my hair, cradling the back of my head, and I held onto him, tasted and felt, forgetting everything else. It was always this way when he kissed me, like sound and time and gravity just ceased to exist. He was the only thing that tethered me to the ground.
"Ready?" he murmured against my lips, giving me one last lingering kiss before pulling back. His eyes were dark in the low light.
I gave him a sweet smile, peeling myself out of his arms. "To win? Absolutely."
The cab ride to Kate and Garrett's was quick. As soon as we ducked into the backseat, Emmett's hand went for mine. He remembered at the last second and pulled away, looking at my hand balefully, before our driver launched into an in-depth monologue about how the real estate bubble would never burst in San Francisco. Emmett engaged him in conversation, but I stayed quiet, watching him talk instead. He looked over at me often, his lips curved into a conspiratorial smile, and I wanted to curl myself up next to him, take his hand and kiss right below his ear.
"Truth or dare?" he said lowly as we pulled up to Kate and Garrett's building.
"How long do you think you're going to last?" he asked my mouth.
I almost told the cab to turn around. His voice was low promise and sex, but then his dimples flashed devilishly and my resolve settled back into place.
"I thought you knew. I always finish on top," I replied, matching his tone. His smug grin faltered and I slid out of the cab, my mind supplying me with plenty of images to support my statement. I heard a low thump; when I looked over my shoulder, halfway up the steps already, Emmett was rubbing his head with a grimace.
"Hale-McCarty party!" Garrett shouted from the open door. He had a beer in hand, his arms spread out imperiously. Kate stood next to him, shaking her head with a smile.
"We had bets going whether you'd make it on time or not," Kate said once I reached her, handing me a glass of wine. I took it gratefully, then looked over my shoulder at Emmett, who was taking the steps two at a time.
"Are you coming?" I asked archly.
"Oh yeah, sweetheart, I'm right behind you," he drawled, his words dripping with innuendo.
Garrett looked down at Emmett and then me before settling back on Emmett again, his expression bemused. "Is there anything you two want to share with the class?"
"No," Emmett and I said in unison.
Kate wrapped her arm around my shoulder, ushering me inside. "Just please don't defile our home."
"I can promise you that won't happen," Emmett replied, sounding mournful.
Emmett and Garrett broke off once we got to the living room, gravitating toward a group of guys, all with beers in hand. I only recognized Ben and Charlie, but Emmett gave out complicated man-shakes to the other three, too, smiling easily. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as Kate steered me through the crowd to a circle of women that included Irina and Maggie.
I barely paid attention to introductions to the other two women, nodding and repeating names that I forgot two seconds later because I was too aware of Emmett across the room. I knew he was watching me; I could feel his eyes on my back, warm heat on exposed skin where my dress dropped down into a low "v." I wore it anticipating we'd be mingling with other people, that him seeing me like this and knowing he couldn't touch me would drive him crazy. It was one of his favorite parts of my body, something he'd told me time and time again while he kissed down my spine, when his thumbs kneaded into the dimples above my ass, when his hands grazed over the curve of my waist from behind.
I looked over my shoulder and his attention was on Ben, but I knew he felt me looking at him because his lips curled up into a mischievous grin. I watched as he took a long sip from the glass in his hand - bourbon probably, or maybe whiskey - then ran his tongue over his bottom lip to catch the moisture. When his eyes finally met mine, I gave him my best Mona Lisa smile and then turned back around, sweeping my hair over my shoulder to give him a better view.
"What are you two up to?" Kate murmured after we'd been standing and talking for a while, looking at me curiously as she nodded her head back toward Emmett.
"Nothing," I replied innocently. I'd been running my fingers along my shoulder, up my neck for the past five minutes and I knew his eyes were on me, that it was driving him crazy. It'd succeeded in doing the same to me; all I could think of were his fingers, his hands. I was distracted, completely turned on, trying to remember why we started this in the first place.
Kate raised an eyebrow. "I call bullshit. You're all agitated and he's got his laser eyes on you." She paused and her voice went lower as she leaned in toward me. "Are you fighting?"
"No." I shook my head and glanced back over my shoulder at him, my chin grazing bare skin. He was staring, intense. "Just playing. I'll be right back, okay?"
She smiled knowingly. "Uh huh."
I made my way back toward the bathroom, passing by the boys. Emmett was nursing his drink and his eyes slid to me, eyebrow quirked.
"...Guy thinks he's fucking Pele and ends up flat on his back..." Garret was saying, his arms waving expansively. Loud laughter erupted from his captive audience and Emmett laughed, too, but it was a preoccupied sound. I smiled to myself, counting silently as I kept walking.
I was halfway down the darkened hallway and had counted to thirteen when I felt him behind me. I looked over my shoulder with a smirk.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to the bathroom," I said, turning on my heel and facing him. "Is that allowed? Or do you need to dare me to do it first?"
"Depends on what you're doing in there," he replied, stepping forward. I stepped back. "Do you need to relieve some pressure? I could give you a hand."
I couldn't help laughing, even as my heart started beating faster. He moved nearer, close enough that he was dangerously, deliciously close to touching me, and I stepped back again until my back was pressed against the wall. He smiled, placing a hand on either side of my head. There was a steady hum of voices drifting down to us, but it was so dark and with him surrounding me it felt like we were completely alone, like we could do anything and not get caught. Heat licked at my veins at the thought.
"Ah ah, no touching." I tried to sound calm, but a slight tremor in my voice betrayed me. I shifted my hips, pushing back against the wall, the burn spreading lower.
"I know what you're doing, Rose." His palms slid down the wall with a soft hiss, stopping right above my shoulders. He leaned in, his nose just an inch away from mine. If I tilted my head the right way, we'd be kissing. My lips parted and his eyes flickered down to them. I saw the tip of his tongue sweep the soft red pillow of his bottom lip before our eyes met again. "You wore this dress to torture me, didn't you?"
"You wore your glasses to torture me," I said with a shrug. "All's fair in love and truth or dare, right?"
Dimples bloomed on either side of his grin. "Is that how the saying goes?"
"Tonight it is."
"How bad do you want to win this?" His tone silently spoke of things to come. Like me.
"More than you want me?"
I gave him a look. "Right now? I don't want anything more than I want you."
He closed his eyes with a pained smile, bringing himself even closer. I felt the whisper of his lips against my ear, though it was just the weight of his breath. "Tell me what you want me to do to you right now."
When he pulled back, his eyes moved over my face, down my neck, lower. "You didn't even give me an option of truth or dare," I murmured.
He rolled his eyes but indulged me, his words rushing out in one impatient breath. "Truth or dare?"
He had me pinned to the wall by body heat, by shortened breath and lingering stares and I didn't hesitate. "Truth."
"Tell me what you want me to do to you right now," he repeated, his voice taking on a timbre that I felt against my skin, between my legs. His lips curled up slightly, his bottom lip catching on his teeth as his gaze flickered between my mouth and eyes.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall, just feeling him: his breath against my cheek and hair, the heat coming off his body and seeping into mine. He was electric, magnetic, pulling me to him without touching me at all.
And that was what I wanted.
"I want you to touch me," I murmured, my eyes fluttering open and meeting his.
He let out a sharp breath and I heard his fingers twitch against the wall. "Because you'll win?"
I shook my head. "Because you're driving me absolutely fucking insane keeping your hands off me."
We stared at one another for a long moment, my eyebrows raised, his eyes narrowed.
"All right, let's go," he said finally, stepping back.
I frowned. "Huh? We haven't been here long enough to -"
"I'll say I have a stomachache or malaria or my fucking period. Something. I don't care. Let's go."
I snorted, shaking my head. "They're going to see right through us, Em."
He waved me off. "So, fine, we tell them the truth. They understand the importance of seizing the moment in cases like this."
He was like an impatient little kid, shifting from foot to foot, looking at me pleadingly. And I couldn't deny him, because it would be denying myself, too. I nodded and his face broke into a gorgeous, wicked smile.
He reached for my hand, and then pulled back with a frustrated growl before taking off down the hallway. I followed close behind, my heart beating wildly. "Whose idea was this anyway?"
"Yours, Einstein," I said dryly, furtively brushing my fingertips against the back of his blazer as we pushed past people to get to Garrett and Kate.
"Well, next time I try to play this game with you, please tell me to fuck off."
"Or just fuck me," I said pleasantly.
He gave me a halfhearted warning look, then increased his pace toward Garrett and Kate, who were standing close and talking in low voices, grinning at one another in that secret, couple-y way that made my heart ache before I had Emmett.
"I hope you didn't make it to the girls' room," Kate said when we got to them. I wound my arm around her waist, squeezing gently, and she gave me a surreptitious wink.
"Oh, we did," Emmett affirmed. "Nothing turns me on like unicorns and glitter."
Garrett gestured to us with his beer bottle. "Are you two ditching?"
"Are you going to hold it against us if we do?"
"By all means, start the trend. I'm just about done entertaining for the night."
"Garrett, it's been an hour," Kate sighed.
"First of all, no. Some of these people have been here for going on two hours. And second of all, the girls are at your mom's for the night and let's be honest, I'm passing out at midnight. That gives us -" He looked down at his watch, tapping the face. "Well, four hours, but I've got plans."
Kate rolled her eyes, but her fingers interlaced with his and I could plainly see the pink flush spread across her cheeks. "All right, Cinderella."
"You're dismissed," Garrett said jovially, turning back to Emmett and me. "Don't forget to hydrate."
Kate mimed picking up a phone and mouthed, call me as Emmett practically ran for the front door.
The ride home took minutes that stretched themselves out to feel like hours. Emmett leaned over the console from the back seat, directing the cab driver through the fastest route back to our apartment, which was ridiculous because after three months of living here he still didn't know where the hell he was half the time.
We didn't touch in the car, though the air between us was so thick that I swore I could feel his fingers, hands, mouth on me. We were both too stubborn, neither one of us wanting to give in, but as soon as we stepped into our dark apartment, I was up against the wall, pinned by his hips. My purse dropped to the floor with a thud and his hands started pulling at his coat and mine at the same time.
"Okay, game over," he growled out just before his mouth crashed into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, practically crawled up his body trying to get closer. My fingers plunged into his hair, twisting and weaving through the silky strands, and his hands reached down to my ass to pull me closer.
"Wait, wait," I said breathlessly, rolling my hips into him, desperate for friction, but wanting to slip back into control before we really got down to business. "Truth or dare?"
"Fuck, really, Rose?" he moaned, wedging his thigh between my legs.
"Truth or dare?" I asked again, telling him with my tone and eyes what he needed to pick if he knew what was good for him.
"Dare, dare, dare," he said quickly, impatiently, biting at my lower lip. I gave in, let our tongues move together until I was seeing brilliant flashes of light behind my eyelids, and then pulled back breathlessly.
"Show me what you've wanted to do to since you saw me in that see-through bra..." I ducked my head and kiss up the column of his throat, grazing my teeth against his racing pulse, "and those see-through underwear..." I nipped along his jaw line until I reached his ear and whispered, "That, by the way, I took off when I got dressed."
"Fuuuck." His voice reverberated off the walls of the foyer as his grip tightened on me. "You're evil, do you know that?"
"You started the game, bab -" I broke off as his palms slid up the front of my thigh, taking my dress with it. "What are you doing?"
"Confirming," he replied. My fingers were still tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck and I felt the muscles tense as he looked down and saw that I wasn't lying. His hands curled almost painfully around my hips and his eyes fluttered shut. When they opened and met mine, they were deep and hazy, intense. "Rosalie..."
"We're still at the show portion of the program, Em," I said, and then whimpered as his thumb swept over sensitive skin.
"Yes, finally," he breathed triumphantly. He grabbed me around the waist and half carried me to the bedroom, kicking open the door with his foot. We were a tornado of hands as soon as we hit the bed, pulling at clothes until we were naked and pressed together. He propped himself against the headboard and pulled me on top of him and there was no teasing now, just our mingling moans as I lowered myself onto him. He took my face between his hands, grazed his mouth against mine and then pressed against it again, coercing my lips apart. One kiss ebbed into another, slow, deep ones that matched what he was doing to me, and soon I could only concentrate on how he was making me feel, how he sounded, how it could always be like this, better every time.
"So close," I panted.
He groaned and I knew it was because he could feel just how close I was. "Love you," he murmured breathlessly into my hair, gripping me tighter.
I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and his hands went to my hips to help bring us closer, harder, faster and then I was gone, crying out, twitching over him and clenching around him, my fingers digging into his back. He kept going, disjointed, erratic movements, until he groaned and then stilled, his mouth open and hot against my shoulder.
I collapsed against him, my limbs useless and heavy, and he ran his hand up and down my back while our breathing slowed to a more normal speed.
"Holy shit, I love truth or dare," he mumbled against my skin. I laughed and pulled back so I could get a good look at him. His eyes were heavy; his cheeks and neck were flushed pink. The corners of his mouth pulled up into a lazy grin.
"I won tonight," I stated. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth pursed adorably. "Let's just make it clear that you touched me first."
He gazed at me for a moment, and then shrugged. He brought me close again, wrapped his arms around me so that we were bare skin to bare skin, beating hearts and steady breath. "Well, you were right about one thing."
"What's that?" I asked, smiling against his neck.
I felt his grin spread across his face as his lips grazed my ear. "You always finish on top."