Cowboy Casanova

(Bella's POV)

The club was extremely crowded. My foot was stepped on and I was groped several times as I made my way from the bar to the table where my two friends, Alice and Rosalie, were waiting.

"Finally! Damn, it's packed," I complained as I arrived at the table. They laughed and I surveyed the room. Music was blaring through the speakers, making damn near impossible to hear. "Are clubs like this here?" I asked over the pounding beat of the music. I was new to the town, and my two best friends, Alice and Rose, who had lived here for a lot longer than I had, were happy to show me the best clubs and tell me all the gossip.

"Yeah, pretty much," Rose answered.

"Alright, ladies. Who's going home with us tonight?" Alice asked, sipping her martini. I rolled my eyes while Rosalie scanned the crowd, obviously looking for someone worthy enough to take home.

"I'm not looking for anyone tonight," I said, and the both groaned.

"Bella, you need to get laid," Rose said, in her oh-so-eloquent manner, and I choked on my beer.

"Could you be any more vulgar?" I asked once I'd cleared my throat, and she smirked.

"Sure I can. Bella, you need to be f—" but Alice cut her off.

"Bella, we just want you to meet someone new and to fall in love," Alice said in her "one true love" voice that I'd heard too many times since she'd met her fiancé, Jasper. I looked over the crowd, and that's when I saw him. He was standing next to the jukebox, laughing at something one of his friends said. He was tall, very muscular, had brown, curly hair, and from where I was sitting, I could tell he had dimples. He looked right at me with his baby-blue eyes and smiled.

"Oh, Bella. Not him. He's Emmett McCarty," Alice said, and I turned to face.

"Who's Emmett McCarty?" I asked.

You better take it from me

That boy is like a disease

You're running, you're trying

You're trying to hide

And you're wondering why

You can't get free

"Emmett McCarty is the heartbreaker. Half of the girls in this town are crying over him. Once he kisses you and flashes you those dimples, it's over. It's like…this spell surrounds him, and once you're in, you're not getting out. The girls cry because they get so captivated by him, they hope he'll change, and he won't," Alice explained.

He's like a curse

He's like a drug

You get addicted to his love

You want to get out

But he's holding you down

Because you can't live without

One more touch

"Bella, just stay away from him. He'll only hurt you," Rose said, covering my hand with hers.

He's a good time

Cowboy Casanova

Leaning up against the record machine

He looks like

A cool drink of water

But he's candy-coated misery

He's the Devil in disguise

A snake with blue eyes

And he only comes out at night

Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight

You better run for your life

"Have you guys fallen for him?" I asked in a teasing tone.

"No, but we've come close," Alice said, and I saw her glance at the ring that adorned the third finger on her left hand. I looked at him again, only to find him still looking at me.

"How do you know then that the stories are true?" I asked, still looking at him.

"Because our friend Jessica got involved with him. Now she can't even look at another guy without thinking of Emmett. It's sad," Alice explained. I looked back at her, only to see her and Rosalie looking at me with sad eyes.

I see that look on your face

You aint' hearing what I say

So I'll say it again cause I've been where're you been

And I know how it ends

You can't get away

"Bella, he's going to lie to you, and he will break your heart. You'll fall in love with him because you can't help it, and then when you realize what's happened, it'll be too late. Please, listen to us," Rose pleaded. I tried to. I tried to remember everything that they'd told me, that he'd only cause me pain, but that didn't stop me from smiling at him when he smiled at me. He turned from his friends and started walking towards me. All my nerves were on fire under his steady gaze, and I could feel my heart pounding faster and faster with every step he took towards me.

Don't even look in his eyes

He'll tell nothing but lies

You want to believe but you won't be deceived

If you listen to me

And take my advice

"Bella, he's coming over here. Please, be careful," Alice said, and I looked back at them both of them one more time.

"I will be," I promised, and when I turned back around, he was standing there, right in front of me, and I could see his gorgeous face up close.

"I'm Emmett. You are?" he asked, his deep, timbre voice sending tingles down my spine.

"I'm Bella," I told him.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he said, and I laughed. "Want to dance?" he asked. I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah, okay," I said, and he took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor and then placed his hands on my hips as I started swaying to the music.

"So, are you new here?" he asked, putting his lips at my ear so that he would have to yell.

"Yeah, just moved here," I told him.

He's a good time

Cowboy Casanova

Leaning up against the record machine

He looks like

A cool drink of water

But he's candy-coated misery

He's the Devil in disguise

A snake with blue eyes

And he only comes out at night

Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight

You better run for your life

"So, I assume your friends have been telling you all about the stories that surround my name?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Yep. I know all your dirty little secrets," I replied, and laughed when he laughed, a sound than invaded my senses and made it impossible to do anything but hear, smell, see Emmett.

"Well, I hope that those stories won't stop you from enjoying the dance," he said, and I shook my head.

"They won't," I answered. It was quiet then, as we danced to the music. I memorized the way I felt with his arms around me, the way my body moved with his. I knew that this was foolish. That I was getting mixed up in things I shouldn't be, but it was too late. The second he spoke to me, I was gone.

Run, run away, don't let him mess with your mind

He'll tell anything you want to hear

He'll break your heart, it's just a matter of time

But just remember

I pulled away and impulsively, pressed my lips to his. He kissed back, and soon we were kissing with reckless abandon. He tongue entered my mouth, and I moaned. I ran my fingers through his hair, and his hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer. I pulled away, and we were both breathing heavily.

"Well, that was amazing," he said breathlessly, and I laughed.

"Thanks. I guess you've had practice," I said, and he smirked.

"You could say that," he told me, and then kissed me. I pulled away, however, and he looked puzzled. I looked into his eyes, really looked into them, and saw what I needed to see.

He's a good time

Cowboy Casanova

Leaning up against the record machine

He looks like

A cool drink of water

But he's candy-coated misery

He's the Devil in disguise

A snake with blue eyes

And he only comes out at night

Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight

You better run for your life

I gently, sweetly, reverently, kissed him again, slowly, passionately. I savored the way his lips touched mine, the way they moved with mine, how they tasted. I knew how this would end. Yes, he would hurt me, probably break my heart, make me cry. But, we would also be happy. Both of us. More happier than we've ever been and ever will be. Yeah, he was a Cowboy Casanova. But, in that moment, with his arms around me, his lips against mine, I honestly couldn't care.


So, the thing wouldn't let me post the disclaimer up at the top, so I'll do it down here. I don't own Twilight, or the song "Cowboy Casanova" by Carrie Underwood. This was just a little one-shot that popped in my head when I first heard this song. It's my first Emmett/Bella pairing. I hope you enjoyed it.