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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jan 3, 2013 20:49:22 GMT -5
You ca..... ~she didn't finish her sentence because he had her thrown to the ground in a second; his lips assaulted hers and her hands gripped roughly at his back. She didn't even know his name and yet here they were about to.... What were they doing?!~
~she pushed at his shoulders as his lips continued to trail from her lips to her jaw, down her neck, then back again. She should stop this, she should tell him to quit but.... she couldn't. Instead she pulled him closer and ran her hands up his back to grip his hair. She hadn't been touched like this since.... since Royce.~
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Jan 3, 2013 20:59:36 GMT -5
*Emmett growled as he kissed her neck, jaw and lips in such aggressive need. He pulled away and flew thirty feet or so, his back against a tree. "I'm so sorry. I didn't...I shouldn't have...." These urges he had was so hard to keep control over. When she ran her hands up his back and gripped his hair he about lost it and realized what he'd done. Never had he forced himself on a woman, sure he was known as a womanizer like his father but he wasn't one to be aggressive...at least he never used to be. His head snapped to the sound of a bear growling. Meeting her eyes again as he felt so horrible doing that to her, someone who didn't even know him, someone who saved him. He turned and rushed off towards the growl he heard...he had a score to settle. Coming up to a clearing where a bear stood on its back legs, its arms out ready to claw at him as he smirked. He crouched low and growled back grinning the whole time. The bear approached him and he jabbed his nose, making the bear angrier. Good...He could sense someone watching him and knew she'd followed. He shook his head at the thoughts going through his mind, unable to stop wanting her so badly...his eyes met hers when the bear advanced him and this time the tables were turned. Rushing the bear as they collided, Emmett slammed it to the ground and bit the neck of the beast as it howled in pain*
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jan 3, 2013 21:33:44 GMT -5
~even though she didn't have[/b] to breathe, she took a few deep breaths and watched him take down the bear. There was something primal, something.... insanely attractive about watching him eat. Smiling proudly at him, she bolted forward and got close so that she could watch. He was graceful to be some big.~
~she wouldn't deny it, she was intensely attracted to him and was sad that he had stopped touching her, kissing her. He needed to eat though, and what better way to do it than by a bear?~
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Jan 3, 2013 21:41:31 GMT -5
*After he pulled the last bit of blood from the bear he swallowed and smiled. Blood now covering most of his shirt, hands and face. He drank greedily and he was a bit messy. Okay more than a bit. Sitting back on the ground as he kicked the bear away, eyes widening when the bear flew like a leaf across the ground and hit a tree. He'd have to get used to this strength thing. The sun shone down on his skin and he watched in amazement at how his pale white skin shimmered like diamonds in the light. It was daylight and yet he was in the sun, but she said he was a vampire. Closing his eyes and he let his head fall into his hands trying to let everything sink in. His head snapped up when he heard a twig, body tensed and ready for anything. Met her eyes and relaxed, then quickly stood dusting himself off.* "I'm awful sorry about....about...that back there. I don't....really know why I..." *He shook his head trying to find the words. By God in heaven she was the most spectacular thing he'd laid eyes on and he just wanted to kiss her, and do...other very dirty things with her. He cleared his throat nervously and smiled.* "I'm...Emmett McCarty by the way." *Answering her previous question that the burn in his throat had distracted him from answering. The burn was not as strong anymore and somewhat tolerable.*
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jan 3, 2013 21:57:44 GMT -5
~she laughed, the sound of it echoing through the air. She watched him as he stood in the sunlight, her eyes never leaving his skin; he looked even more beautiful now that he was through his transition. The sun shining off of his skin like thousands of diamonds, the look of wonderment on his face. There was something very, very special about this man.~
~she took another step forward and reached out to grab his hand~ My name.... is Rosalie Hale. I... I was turned a few years ago by Carlisle, the man that turned you. I.... ~she would have blushed, just like she had when she was human, had she had blood running through her veins~ I couldn't let that bear kill you.
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Jan 3, 2013 22:06:44 GMT -5
*He smiled at her laugh, so melodic and it made him want to join her. Her smile was amazing, her lips so soft. As she stepped closer he did the same, watching her extend her hand to him as he offered his bloody one with a sheepish grin. Carlisle was the man who saved him. He could have swore it was an angel who took him to God, but that must have been an hallucination. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. Hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you." He said as he stepped closer, only inches from her as he reached up and moved a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips softly grazing across her cheek as he looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry, you're just so....beautiful." *
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jan 3, 2013 22:34:24 GMT -5
~she smiled at him as he gently touched her face and call her beautiful. It wasn't anything new to her, to be called beautiful, but hearing it from him... it was almost humbling.~ Tha-thank you. ~it was so strange to feel like this but she couldn't help it. He made her feel like a human again! Her hand moved of its own volition to lay against his on her cheek~
I'm no angel, Mr. McCarty. I'm just... me.
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Jan 3, 2013 22:44:03 GMT -5
"You saved me, you're my angel. At least...to me you are." *Smiling down at her as he felt so many emotions at once. It was hard to decipher all of them really. Hunger, lust, care, want, need, passion, love? He was a southern gentleman first, at least that's the way his mama said real men should be. "Can I....kiss you?" This time asking permission was the right thing to do.*
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jan 3, 2013 22:48:44 GMT -5
~again with the almost blushing! If only her mama could see her now, how proud she would be. A man treating her like the princess that she was.~ Why certainly. ~she grinned at him and put a hand on each of his shoulders and staring into his eyes; they were red from being newly transitioned, but she knew they would soon turn to the golden color she shared with the rest of her family. As their faces got closer together, she closed her eyes and inhaled to keep herself calm from the blood still coating his hands. Would he think she was a total barbarian if she were to lick the blood from his fingers? She was hungrier than she thought apparently~
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Jan 3, 2013 22:53:49 GMT -5
*He smiled when she said certainly, licking his lips as he slowly leaned down pulling her to him with one hand on her neck and the other on the small of her back. His lips touched hers, softly. As her luscious lips parted allowing his tongue entrance he growled low as the kissed became more and more heated. Her back soon found a nearby tree, breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes.* "I'm sorry..."
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jan 3, 2013 23:09:10 GMT -5
~he didn't seem to realize just how strong she was so to prove it to him, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him with all her might; they all but flew 20 feet away, his back smashing into another tree and causing leaves and smaller branches to fall off of it~ Don't apologize. You can't hurt me. ~she framed his body with hers, her hands on the base of the huge tree on each side of his head as she looked up at him; his face had so many emotions on it at the moment, she didn't now whether to kiss him, hug him or go find another bear and feast with him.~
Look at me, Emmett. ~she was afraid he'd loose it. She knew when she had finally woken up that she was unstable, very unstable. Smiling one minute then angry the next, furious that she hadn't had the choice of becoming a vampire, furious at Royce for what he had done to her, sad because she missed her parents.~ What are you thinking?
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Jan 3, 2013 23:19:03 GMT -5
"What are you thinking?" *Her voice came from behind him as he continued to rock and stare out the window. Ryder now sound asleep in his arms. He blinked and turned his head as he stood and faced her. Smiling as he looked down at their sleeping child, placing him gently in his crib.* "Me? Nothing much....just about you....." His lips met hers before she could speak, sliding a hand behind her knees and lifting her as he carried her to their bedroom, his lips never leaving hers for a second.*
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