No copyright infringement is intended. Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight.

Unedited. All mistakes are mine. Tread gently as this is my first story. A short fic that's been on my mind for awhile now when I listened to the song for the first time. No clue how this one will go, tho. Just going with what feels right, hoping someone will join in and have as much fun as I will writing it.


Soft Sunday morning light peaks between the curtains and lightly brushes my face when I hear a soft buzzing sound on the other side of the bed.. A soft smile slowly spreads on my face when the bed shifts behind me and warmth envelops me as arms pull me towards a hard solid chest.


My eyes flutter open as I let out a contented sigh and drape my arm over his, intertwining our fingers. I give it a light squeeze as he raises them to place a kiss at the back of my hand.

"Morning" I smile as I twist my body, instantly meeting green orbs staring brightly back at me.

He smiles as he brushes some hair off my face, "I could get used to this" he hums, pulling me flush to his body as he lays on his back.

I chuckle as I place my chin on his chest and study his face as his eyes flutter close with a small smile on his face. "What do you have for today?" I ask as I lightly trace his lower lip with the tip of my index finger.

He opens his right eye and takes a peek at me before pecking my finger and closing his eye again. "Em's taking me to the car dealer's" he pauses and tilts his head to where the clock is hanging before grumbling, "In 30"

I nod my head and roll to my side of the bed, "Shouldn't you be getting ready then?" I yawn as I stretch my arms, arching my back. I turn my head back to him only to catch him staring at my now exposed chest. "Edward" I laugh as I kick his shin playfully under the cover.

He grins sheepishly at me, "Alright, alright. I'm going" he says, "after I have my breakfast, that is"

"Wouldn't it be wiser to get some on the way?" I say as I take a glance at the clock, knowing full well that Emmett wasn't known for his patience. That man hates tardiness as much as I hate peanuts.

"It would, but then no place could offer the meal I'm craving for now" he says blatantly.

I narrow my eyes, "What are y-" I start before he attacks my lips with a growl, pushes his knee between my legs, and pinches my nipples, instantly making me a wet mess and effectively shutting me up - except for the hungry moans and grunts that leaves my mouth the next 45 minutes we become a tangled mess on the bed.

Let's just say Emmett isn't a happy man when Edward finally emerges from the house an hour later with a smirk on his face.

Until next time!