Chapter Three: Recollection and Trickery
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The songs used in this chapter are "Hit That" by The Offspring and "What She Came For" by Franz Ferdinand. Enjoy! :D
Heparin can't be sent in the pneumatic tubes at the hospital because it comes in a glass vial, and the tubes aren't gentle enough for that. Unfortunately, the people who need the heparin most often are the surgeons, and the dialysis nurses, both of which are located on the south side of the first floor, while the pharmacy is on the north side of the third floor. Heparin is also, more often than not, a stat order. You've got ten minutes to make it, and deliver it.
I scrubbed and suited up hurriedly, with only two minutes left to go before I burst into operating room three, nearly knocked back by what I was seeing.
And hearing. Loud rock music thudded in my ears.
The winds of fortune don't blow the same.
She had to get out and make a change.
She had a kid now, but much too young.
That baby's daddy's out having fun.
A large man with a broad, heavily muscled back and shoulders was at the table, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet as he worked on the patient. He turned to me after a moment and something tugged at the back of my mind. Did I know him? I didn't think so. Maybe that was it, that was what seemed weird. I had worked at this hospital for five years now, I thought I knew everyone. Yet here was this new – incredibly handsome – man. I surely would've noticed him by now, right? Maybe he was new.
He's saying I'm on a roll with all the girls I know,
his baby's mama, she ain't so slow.
He's saying I'm on a roll with all the girls I know.
I know you want to hit that, I know you want to hit that hit that.
I shuffled forward and handed him the vial of heparin, almost unnerved by the way his eyes had locked on me. His dark eyes were sharp and piercing, and somehow familiar. But in the next second, his attention swung back to the patient as he carefully measured out the drug in a syringe and injected them.
All the world is getting with I say,
consequences are a lot but hey,
that's the way it, that's the way things go.
"Thank you," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, still not looking at me. I nodded before turning on my heel and leaving, almost running into Edward on the way out.
"Rosalie?" he asked, looking confused. "What are you doing here?"
"Just running some heparin," I muttered. He gritted his teeth.
"Heparin? Emmett!" he shouted, throwing the door back open and storming inside, letting the loud music out into the hall.
What was a family, is now a shell,
we're raising kids now, who raise themselves.
Sex is a weapon, it's like a drug.
It gets him right into that grave that he just dug.
So that was Emmett, huh?
Exhausted, I trudged out to my car two hours after my shift was supposed to end. What a horrible, awful, long day it had been. I just wanted a drink, a cigarette, and sleep. Was this what living in Forks was going to be like?
I had only made it halfway to the Jeep when I heard loud cursing in a female voice coming from a few rows over in the lot. Whoever it was, she could make a sailor blush.
"Stupid, mother fucking rat bastard hatch! I swear to fucking God, if you don't open, I'm going to have you fucking chop-shopped and sold off for scrap metal!" the voice screamed as I cut through the rows. I was almost completely sure who I would find – I had heard dirtier things screamed at me in that voice, after all, but I had to see what was going on.
Rosalie was at her car, heels dug into the ground, hands clasping hard at the handle on the hatch. Her muscles strained as she pulled, swearing at the sky.
"Need some help?" I asked, and she jumped, losing her grip and stumbling back a few feet before finding her footing again. She spun to look at me, her eyes wide. I raised my hands as though surrendering, truly afraid that she might hit me.
"Uh, sorry," she muttered. "I was just… I locked my keys in my car, and I leave the hatch unlocked so I was going to go in that way, but it's stuck…" she trailed off, gesturing back to the car.
I walked up to the car, saying a quick silent prayer because how stupid would I look if I couldn't get this thing open, and pulled at the handle once, twice. Nothing. I looked back at her sheepishly. Her eyebrow was quirked as she smirked at me.
Pfft. Whatever, bitch, I threw your ass all over the place last night. I am far from weak. You just have a bitch car.
"Right, well, good luck with that, then," I said, walking past her and back in the direction of my car.
"Wait!" she shouted, and I heard her running after me. "Can you give me a ride home to get my spare key?"
"I don't think that's a good idea," I said.
That's right, you should probably avoid her until you know it's safe.
Safe? She may be pregnant. Not dangerous.
Pregnant women are very dangerous. Especially ones who aren't being let in on the fact that they may be pregnant.
"You can't leave the woman who may be pregnant with your kid stranded in the middle of nowhere!"
"What?" I asked, startled, returning to Earth at Rosalie's words.
"I said, you can't leave a woman stranded in the middle of nowhere," she said, quirking an eyebrow at me again.
"Right," I said. "I guess you're right. Okay, come with me." As I led her to my car, my mind was reeling. Had she really said that? Was she fucking with me? Had it been in my head? Was I going crazy?
Yeah. With guilt.
Once in my car, we were silent for a few minutes as I turned out of the parking lot and sped off towards Rosalie's house.
"My name's Rosalie Hale," she said, suddenly, and I glanced at her for a minute before turning my attention back to the road.
"Emmett Cullen," I said in return.
"Edward and Alice's brother," she said, nodding. I nodded in return. So she had heard something about me. But had she remembered? Jasper had seen us together, but aside from some kissing – okay, add in the alcohol and it was probably more like sloppy, very public, making out – nothing had really happened to incriminate me before they had left.
As we drove, I went over last night in my head.
I pulled up to the house behind Edward and Bella's car around eleven o'clock. I had only been in Forks a few days, and after finally unpacking my apartment, I was ready to blow off some steam. Problem was, having grown up in Forks, I knew that that was damn near impossible unless someone was already planning something, and I had very few contacts in town so far. So I called Edward, and he said that there was a party at Jasper's sister's house. Better than nothing, I decided.
The house was a modest, two-story, two-bedroom, one bath deal, with a small white-painted wooden porch and a tall oak tree in the yard. A large, droopy hound of a dog was perched on the porch, and he threw his head back in a long mournful bay as I turned off the Jeep and grabbed the bottle of Jack from the passengers seat – always bring your own, as everyone in Forks drinks Rainier, which, as we all know, tastes like straight-up liquid shit.
I climbed down from the Jeep and followed Edward and Bella up the narrow walk to the porch. Bella paused to scratch the hound behind the ears before going inside. I watched him warily as I walked by. It would just be the icing on the cake if I got attacked by a dog in addition to moving to this hellhole.
I made it into the house and, following Edward and Bella's examples, kicked off my shoes and dropped my keys in a bowl on the shelf by the door before following them further into the house, to the living room. Alice greeted me happily from Jasper's lap before directing me to the kitchen for a glass, telling me in one breath that it was "rude to drink from the bottle" and that "no, of course Rosalie won't mind a stranger poking around her kitchen".
As I was on my way there, I encountered a blur of motion and something smacked hard into my chest. I looked down, trying to regain control of my breath, only to catch a glimpse of a blonde rush past me.
"Sorry!" she shouted carelessly over her shoulder. I stared after her, taking her in. She was taller than Alice or Bella, but not a giant or anything, and not damn, this girl was stacked. I mean, perfect tits, perfect ass, tiny waist, the whole fucking nine yards.
But first thing's first: I made my way into the kitchen and found a glass, along with a two-liter of Coke. I splashed a bit in the glass and then filled the rest with Jack before taking a long swig, letting the barely-dulled liquor set my throat on fire for a brief moment.
The party was, bluntly put, pretty boring for the next hour until midnight, when the ball dropped and all hell broke loose. The blonde, who I had deduced was Rosalie, and who I had been watching covertly for the last hour, ran up, nearly pushed Edward out of the way, and kissed Bella full on the lips before nearly screaming with laughter and running away as Edward tore after her.
I was stunned. First, Bella was just laughing about it, and that was not how I had always seen Bella. Second, holy shit, there are girls making out here. Suddenly the party became so much more promising.
Rosalie dashed back into the room, Edward right on her heels. What did he think he was going to do when he caught her, anyway? I guess it didn't matter, because with a loud shriek, Rosalie flung herself onto the couch and all but burrowed half under me, using me as a shield. Her hands sent a shock through me, and I jumped. What the hell was that? It didn't feel like a static shock, but I couldn't think of anything else it could be.
"You okay, man?" Edward asked, laughing. I nodded, taking another drink, painfully aware of Rosalie still holding onto me. It was like a current flowing through my body. "Anyway, we'd better go. We told Mom we'd pick Rennesme up by one. Have a good night."
I nodded and he started gathering up his and Bella's coats and gradually shifting to the door, Alice and Jasper following after them, making their excuses to leave for the night. I supposed I should leave, as well, but something made me stay. Maybe it was that shock, scrambling my brain. Or, you know, the alcohol. Plus, she was fucking hot, and when the alcohol starts pouring on holidays, getting laid is almost a no-brainer.
After the others had left, I got up and followed Rosalie to the kitchen, where she was pouring herself another drink. Her blue eyes locked on mine and she smiled.
"So you are?" she asked.
"Emmett," I said. "Edward and Alice's brother." She nodded.
"So, Emmett, everyone's gone home for the night," she observed. "What keeps you here?"
"The alcohol," I said calmly, smiling. She nodded again, holding her cup up a bit, as though toasting. "And the company."
"The company," she scoffed. "Just what kind of company are you looking for?"
She looked a little unsteady on her feet, her words slurring ever-so-slightly. She was drunk. I should leave. I should, but my feet seem inconveniently stuck to the floor. I shrugged.
"Oh, come on, you don't look like the shy type," she observed, walking towards me, stopping nearly chest-to-chest with me. Too close. Entirely too close.
She smirked up at me, her hand coming up towards my chest and slowly traveling down, across the expanse of my chest.
She wants it.
I inhaled sharply, taking a small step back as her perfume hit me. Ginger, and vanilla. Faint, but with her that close to me, it was like all I was aware of.
She's drunk. It's wrong.
"Well," she said, still smirking and stepping closer, closing the distance between us again. "Happy New Year, Emmett. Is that what you're looking for?" She licked her fucking lips, still looking me dead in the eye.
Fuck this. She wants it. Bad.
"Not quite," I murmured, bending down slightly to meet her lips with mine. Fuck, I was right, because the second we touched, she fucking attacked, turning me slightly and pushing me against the kitchen wall, leaning against me and fucking devouring my mouth. We stayed like that for a few minutes, going at it like teenagers, tongues battling, chests heaving. Her hands slid under my shirt and traveled the expanse of my chest once more, and I let mine slide up under the hem of her skirt, teasing the soft skin of her thigh.
She groaned softly into my mouth, hitching her leg higher towards my hip, rubbing against my hard cock and I hissed, moving my mouth down to nip and suck at her neck. Her head lolled back and she sighed, her eyes snapping open in the next moment as we heard someone clear their throat from the doorway.
Jasper was standing there, looking uncomfortable.
"Just… uh… Alice forgot her jacket," he mumbled, scooting into the kitchen just far enough to grab it off of the back of the chair before turning around. "As you uh… As you were."
To Rosalie's credit, she was not at all concerned by the interruption. If anything, it seemed to spur her on, and she went right back to it, now tugging at my shirt as her lips pressed to mine again. The stereo was still on, and I recognized the song dimly as I let her pull my shirt off.
I got a question for ya:
Where'd ya get your name from?
I got a question for ya:
Where do you see yourself in five minutes?
In five minutes time…
It was madness, urgency like I had never experienced it. It didn't make sense. I had been with plenty of girls. I'd been fucked, sucked, from here to next Thursday. But something about this girl was driving me insane. My hands were tangled in her hair as she worked on my belt, hardly separating her mouth from mine.
With a laugh like that or a look like that
you make us all feel gauche like it's a sweaty joke.
But with a laugh like that or a move like that,
you make us all just go, la, la, la, la.
I tore away from her long enough to pull her shirt over her head, my hands automatically going to her thin, lacy bra as she pressed against me again, cupping her breasts and caressing, making her grind harder against me.
Whoa, look out
You're what she came for
You're what she came for
No question, no doubt
Whoa, look out.
She pulled away from me, taking my hand and leading me upstairs. A bed? Fine. Although I had been eyeing the island in the kitchen and was pretty sure that would've worked just as well. She reached into her dresser drawer once we were there and pulled out a condom.
Ah, of course. Thank god she was thinking clearly.
I got a question for ya,
another question for ya:
Oh, do you feel the
Oh, do you feel the pressure?
Without another word, she pushed me back until the back of my legs hit the bed, before slamming me down and climbing on top of me. Fuck no, this girl was not overpowering me. I growled – fucking growled – and flipped us so that I was hovering over top of her, taking the condom from her hand before sliding down her body, unbuttoning her skirt and pulling it from her.
Why you're wearing what you're wearing?
Where will your life be goin'
in five minutes time?
So say something stupid.
You know that you love to.
After that, my world narrowed down to just this girl. No music, no Forks, no fucking anything except this girl, spread out under me. She was fucking amazing. Even as I watched her, she shimmied out of her underwear, and spread her legs, grinning at me wickedly. Something snapped. I let out that growl again and fucking pounced, covering her body with mind, kissing down her throat to her chest and pulling the cups of her bra down to expose her gorgeous tits. I took one peach-coloured nipple into my mouth and sucked, making her arch her back, her thigh rubbing against my cock. I groaned and sat back, tearing open the condom wrapper and rolling it on quickly before covering her again.
She wasted no time in reaching down and guiding me to her soaked opening, urging me to enter her.
Well, if she insists…
I thrust hard, burying myself completely in her, and she fucking screamed, arching her back again, her nails digging into mine. She was so fucking tight, and hot, and wet. It was as close to heaven as I could imagine. I had never experienced anything even comparable to it.
It was all a haze from there, and not just that time, but the whole night. I remember flashes, me on top, her riding me, me drilling her from behind, me eating her out, and then that heart-stopping moment.
I had been fucking her against the door. I swear, it was like I was in high school again, I hadn't had a night like this since then. I think that was something like our fifth round.
Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, and I could feel it. The condom was slipping. Slowly but surely, little by little, up my dick. I was too far gone. I couldn't stop. She was getting louder and louder, undulating against me, riding me as I fucked her, and I couldn't stop.
She screamed out her release, finally, and I was going to stop then, but it was too late. I exploded inside her. I couldn't tell at that point if the condom was really serving any purpose at all anymore.
It's amazing how much more you can remember when you actually go through it step-by-step, I mused as we pulled into her driveway.
"So, do you want me to wait and take you back to your…" I started before abruptly realizing that she was sitting much, much, closer to me.
"Tell me something, Dr. Cullen," she said quietly, her breath hot against my ear. "How exactly did you know where I live?"
Oh Fuck. Busted.
"I think we have some things to talk about," she said, nodding towards her house. "Why don't you come in."
AN: Methinks someone's been tricked, no? Yup, those of you who thought Rose was kinda dense: nah, just crafty. ;)
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