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Rescue Me	By : Marblez Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 1966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fourteen.
"Rosie, posy, pudding and pie. Wouldn't kiss Emmett and made him cry. What will Emmett have to say, to get a kiss to come his way?" Emmett sang loudly to the tune of 'Georgie Porgy' as he entered her bedroom without knocking.
"Well you can start by going out again and knocking," she said, barely glancing up at him from her gossip magazine.
"Oh," Emmett mumbled, "Sorry Rosie…"
She smiled to herself as he quietly left the room. He'd gotten into the bad habit of simply opening the door to her room without warning and a couple of times she'd been changing. Part of her hadn't minded him seeing her in her lacy underwear, after all he was her boyfriend and even though they hadn't gone further than making out (despite the rumours) it was the next logical step in their relationship…
But no, not yet and certainly not with their shared adoptive parents in the same house. No, no and no. Ew, in fact. No she'd imagined their first time, planned it perfectly in fact. They'd be on a picnic in the woods, the sun would be setting, they'd light candles and then when everything around them was perfect…
Knock! Knock!
"Come in!" she called out, pressing her hands to her red cheeks quickly. By the time he was back in her room and looking at her she was the perfect image of composure. She watched him as he closed the door behind him, breaking their parents 'open door at all times' rule. He walked over to her slowly, stopping when he was stood right in front of her as she sat on the edge of her bed.
"Can I have a kiss, Rosie, posy?" he asked, leaning further down towards.
"Only if you tell me you love me," she said playfully to him. Emmett was the only person she allowed to see the person behind the bitchy mask, even her family got the mask most of the time. She didn't like people seeing the vulnerable side of her.
"I love you," he said it so softly that it was almost a whisper and it sent a shiver up and down her spine. Some days she didn't think she was worthy of him; he was such a nice person, a people person. And she was a bitch 98% of the time, no matter how hard she tried to stop. But the few times she had confided in him about this he had told her very simply that she was being stupid and proceeded to kiss away all her worries, hell kiss away all her thoughts entirely.
"Come here," she whispered, grabbing the front of his t-shirt as he leant down the rest of the way and pressed his soft lips to hers. It started as a soft and gentle kiss, his hands stroking her long blond curls lightly but in moved quickly into one much more passionate. His hands moved, pushing gently on her shoulders until she found herself laid down on her back with him pressing down on top of her. Not that she was going to complain, all those muscles…
"So what exactly is this for?" she asked breathlessly as their mouths disengaged briefly, their bodies needing air. Her eyes narrowed as he shifted uncomfortably above her but not for the obvious reasons, "Emmett?"
"What? Can't I kiss the most beautiful girl in the world without having a reason?" he asked, his tone definitely defensive. That set off alarm bells in her head.
"Ok, what do you want?" she asked him, knowing that he either wanted her to do something (most probably part of his homework) or had done something and was putting off telling her what.
"Nothing…" Emmett mumbled before kissing her again and this time she knew it was meant as a distraction. Not that it wasn't an enjoyable distraction but still…distraction. Pushing him away she locked her gaze with his and asked,
"What did you do?"
"Nothing," Emmett mumbled, his voice shaking slightly, "Nothing much."
"Define 'nothing much'," Rosalie ordered with a growing feeling of dread. Usually he'd caved in by now and told her that he'd put one of his socks in with the white wash and her favourite blouse was ruined or that he'd forgotten to pass on a message for her that was important. For him to be holding out this long whatever he had done must be bad.
"I might have had a slight…accident with the cars," Emmett said reluctantly.
"Whose cars?" Rosalie asked.
"Ours," Emmett said softly.
"What sort of accident?" Rosalie asked, trying to keep calm. Her car was her pride and joy, the only thing she cared about more than her car was Emmett but if he had damaged it in any way…well he was going down to second place. That car had been awful when she'd gotten it. She'd re-styled the interior, tinkered with the engine till it was a thing of beauty and turned a relatively ordinary convertible into something way cooler and much more personal.
"I was reversing and I…dinged your car with mine," he admitted softly.
"You dinged my car," she repeated in a deadly serious tone. When she pushed lightly Emmett all but flew off of her, backing away until he pressed himself against the wall. "You dinged my car."
"Yeah," he muttered, "It was an accident Rose and I'll repair it my self…"
"How much of a ding are we talking about? Is it a little scratch or…"
"You're missing a few lights on the right side and your front bumpers a little bent and the paintwork um will need re-doing…" he admitted reluctantly.
"Emmett McCarthy Cullen, you are so dead!" she said this slowly, her voice raising with every word and when she was done Emmett wisely rang for the door, throwing it open and running through the house. She chased after him, listing the many ways she was going to kill him. That was not a ding!
"What's going on?" Alice asked as she came through the front door holding a ridiculous amount of shopping bags just as Rosalie chased Emmett into the room, screaming like a banshee. In fact Alice only just stepped back in time or she'd have been trampled. The noise had brought Esme out of the kitchen and she watched in fear for the priceless antiques and Rosalie continued to try and catch the evasive Emmett.
"He reversed into the front of my car and smashed the lights on one side!" Rosalie screamed, standing still for a moment and pointing at Emmett in a most accusing way. Alice gasped.
"I've said I'm sorry Rosie and I will fix it as soon as the new parts come through," Emmett said, stopping on the other side of the catch and holding his hands up in surrender like she was pointing a gun at him instead of a finger.
"You'd better fix my car or I'll never forgive you let alone kiss you ever again!" Rosalie growled at him. Esme walked around the tall blond girl to relieve Alice of some of her bags. "How could you be so careless?"
"I was listening to the radio and chatting to Edward on the phone and…"
"You were on the phone while you were reversing!" Rosalie gasped.
"Yeah…" Emmett mumbled.
"That was very dangerous Emmett. You're lucky one of us wasn't in the garage," Esme said softly but sternly.
"Sorry Esme," he mumbled.
"Now Rosalie dear, calm down. He's said he's sorry and he'll fix it. Car's can be easily fixed and think on it this way, it gives you an excuse to tinker with it again," Esme as ever was the peace maker and Rosalie felt some of the anger drain out of her body at her mothers logical thinking.
"Truce?" Emmett asked softly.
"Truce but you are so in my bad books until my car is fixed," she growled at him before turning to look at Alice, "Did you buy the whole store again?"
"No," Alice shook her head.
"Did you have a nice date?" Esme asked.
"It wasn't a date," Alice protested, "But he did ask me out on a date."
"Oh Alice, honey I'm so pleased!" Esme gasped, awkwardly hugging her littlest child as both of their hands were filled with bags.
"Oh yeah, please that she's going on a date with the guy who's got the whole school talking about us in a bad way," Rosalie muttered. No, she hadn't warmed up to Jasper yet. Alice sighed.
"He's sorry about that you know," she said, "And he's very nice."
"Humph," Rosalie made a soft noise before turning and heading out to the garage to check on the damage that had been done, leaving Alice and Esme talking about the shopping. Emmett disappeared up to his room to hide for a little while until she'd calmed down some more.
The angry scream that came from the garage told him it could be a little while.

A/N There we go, a little bit of Rosalie and Emmett for you to keep you happy until the date chapter. R & R.
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