To my fellow Emmett lovers. I have done you a great disservice. I have seriously dropped the ball on this blog. I came out of the gate with a wonderful head of steam, then got wrapped up in a few other projects and this one fell to the wayside. Well, thanks to Tazzy over at Tazz's Twilight Obsession lighting a fire under my ass I will do my very best to return to posting all things dedicated to our favorite Cullen kid!

What I need from you is help. I would really love someone or someones to join me in this pursuit. I am looking for someone to become partners and/or co-producers of this site. To come up with ideas, stories, information, etc. A graphics person would be great too! Anything goes!!!

A lot of great Emmett stories have been published lately thanks to a growing interest in the man we have always loved as well as a contest or two featuring him. If you know of any other great Emmett sites or contests coming up, please feel free to pass that information on so I can include it on here.

Thanks for all your support so far and I will do my best to post more!  Luv you all!

10 Questions for AddictedtoTwilight79

Hello all! Time for my Twitter buddy and fellow Emmett lover, AddictedtoTwilight79, to answer 10 questions from the Proust Questionnaire. These are some of the other questions not used by James Lipton.


AddictedtoTwilight79 has graciously provided me with a plethora of great Kellan/Emmett pics that will be proudly displayed on this sight for some time to come! Also, she is a fellow writer of Poly-slash featuring our favorite guy and I will be Rec'ing her story in the next couple of days! So...without further ado, here are her questions...


WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU HAPPIEST? I think I would pick on my wedding day and my honeymoon. Followed a close second by Prom.  I can remember smiling so much for both occasions, my face hurt.

WHAT IS YOUR MOST OBVIOUS CHARACTERISTIC? Loyal.  I'm the person my friends go to if they need to tell a secret.  They know I would never tell anyone.

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE FICTIONAL HERO? Batman, I have a thing still for Michael Keaton in the bat suit.

WHO ARE YOUR REAL-LIFE HEROES? My Grandma Sunshine.  She had six kids and after she had her first, she was diagnosed with Polio in her right arm.  She learned how to write left handed, and was the person all the neighbors brought their kids to for babysitting.  She is in her 80's now and she still keeps herself busy doing laundry and reading.  My mother is my other hero.  She raised me alone till I was 10, and she did a heck of a job.

WHAT IS YOUR MOST TREASURED POSSESSION? My pictures.  Especially the ones I have of my Grandma and Grandpa when they were younger.  You can't ever replace those.

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST EXTRAVAGANCE? Going to the movies, and buying movies.  I've been obsessed with movies since I was little and luckily my husband deals with my ever growing DVD collection.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE JOURNEY? Being a mom and watching your children grow every day. 

WHAT DO YOU MOST DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE? I have Eczema and whenever I get stressed out (which is a lot), or stressed (happens alot too), I get a really bad rash.  Everyone asks me if I was attacked by a cat.  That would be the thing I dislike the most.

WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER THE MOST OVER-RATED VIRTUE? Wow, I think you might have stumped me.  I guess beauty, the reason being is it comes in all different ways.  There is no real label for it, since one person may see someone as beautiful, while another person may not.  If this doesn't make sense I'm sorry, but it was my first choice.

WHAT DO YOU VALUE MOST IN YOUR FRIENDS? Honesty and loyalty.  It's hard these days to find friends you can tell anything to, and know they would never spill the beans.  It's even harder to find ones you can trust to be honest with you, weather it be about what your wearing out to dinner, or what your writing in a story.  I've been lucky enough to find one or two though.


Thanks AddictedtoTwilight79 for doing this for me! 


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10 Questions for Carlisle's Girl

Got a idea. I love watching "Inside the Actor's Studio". The questions that James Lipton asks his guest at the end are simple yet very telling sometimes. He borrowed them from French TV personality Bernard Pivot who pulled them from the Proust Personality Questionnaire. Lipton uses the same 10 questions, but there are a whole list of them. I would LOVE to ask these questions, 10 at a time, to my fellow Emmett writers and fans. For my first attempt at this, I stuck with Lipton's 10 questions and asked them of one of my FF'n besties, fellow perv and contributer to this blog, Carlisle's Girl!

What is your favorite word? Goober
What is your least favorite word? NO
What turns you on? eyes, arms and back
What turns you off? teeth
What sound or noise do you love? thunder
What sound or noise do you hate? nails against a chalk board
What is your favorite curse word? <evil grin> fucker
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? travel agent? LOL
What profession would you not like to do? garbage man
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You did good kid, now lets party..


I plan on doing this once a week. Are you willing to answer a few of these and open yourself up just a little for the fans? Please let me know and I'll send you some questions. Otherwise, be expecting me to hound you until you do!  LOL


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Emmett Checks In

Hello Ladies! I was just having a little chat with Froggy and thought I would check in with y'all too! First of all, Froggy says she's sorry for not posting in a while. Real life is picking up a little since her step-daughter and fellow vampire lover has moved in. Plus, she's been working on a few of her stories, including one for Definately Staying's e-book benefit (more on that in a little bit) and she's trying out her hand in a RP family. She's just one busy chick. But she still always makes time to show me her love in a few different ways,

Also, I want to show you all some love. Actually return your love. You all are amazing with your stories, communities, blogs, tweets and all that. Even though I know I'm totally irresistible, I still can't believe the things y'all write and post about me or have me doing sometimes!  Keep it up! I especially love all the sexy, dirty, nasty things I seem to do in y'alls minds. Makes a boy proud! AND if you write or run across anything especially spectacular about me and want it posted, just send it on to Froggy. She assures me she'd make sure it makes it on here! She also would love for some of y'all to do some posting and guest recommendations too!

Now, on a TOTALLY serious note. Definately Staying is organizing and publishing an e-book that will benefit causes that aid victims of abuse in all of it's forms. The estimated release date is Memorial Day Weekend "in honor of those lost in acts of hatred and violence".

Here's why we are doing this:

Matthew Shepard, just 21, tied to a fence and beaten into a coma, left there to die just because he was gay.

James Byrd, Jr, 49, beaten and chained to a truck to be dragged behind it causing his brutal death just because he was black.

Brandon Teena, raped and shot in the head because he was transgendered.

Countless women raped and murdered simply for being women.

Children beaten and abused with no hope of finding help without an adult.

These are not acts of God, they are not illnesses, they are brutal, violent PREVENTABLE acts.

We can help to prevent them through legistlation and education, and help the victims of these horrific acts by just getting people to contribute.

So, if you would like to help out, donate any amount to a cause that helps victims of violence such as:

Matthew Shepard Foundation

Amnesty International

Human Rights Watch

Rainbow World Fund

Please go to http://ebookbenefit.blogspot.com/  and follow http://www.twitter.com/eBookBenefit  for all the details on this project!

SOOOOOO....that being said, keep showing the love ladies. I love you all and can't wait to see what else you have in store for me!!

Love, Emmett aka. Monkey Man

'T' for Tuesday Reccomendation: Time Will Tell by December Jinx

Still tweaking the ideas for this site, I decided that since today is Tuesday, I would rec a story beginning with 'T'. This one is Time Will Tell by December Jinx. This story is sooooo different. The author sums it up perfectly:

It's an Emmett/Bella romantic fantasy in which Bella and Jasper travel back in time to help Alice. They accidentally end up in 1935 and encounter a human (and still incredibly attractive) Emmett. Bella and Emmett share an immediate mutual attraction...but where will it lead? How far will they go? And how will their new relationship affect their futures?

I LOVE this human Emmett. Hell, I love all versions of Emmett, but this one is all the things we love about him (currently w/out the Vampire pluses). He's sweet, sexy, a tad bit innocent and chivalrous. At this point in the story, we can see some heartache (albeit hopefully temporary) so I find myself wanting to scream at him to go easy, but I still love the direction our two lovebirds are going. And of course I love the sexiness!

"Is all of this for me?" He asked, running his finger between my flesh and the edge of my black lace panties.

I nodded, his pupils were fully dilated leaving only a small amount of blue iris visible. He looked so much like vampire Emmett right now, I sucked in an unnecessary breath.

"Mmm," he hummed as he returned his attention to my mouth.

He deftly moved my panties to the side as his finger found my dripping folds. "And this," he said as he broke the kiss, "is this all for me too."

I was panting into his ear as he moved his finger against me. I clutched his body to mine, shamelessly arching my back so I could press against him.

He stopped moving his finger as he pulled away from me, pausing to look me in the eye as his sexy smirk appeared. "I asked you a question."

Oh God, this was part of my punishment. He was so going to win this one.

"Yes," I finally managed, mewling as his finger began moving again. "I've been like this all night." I sounded breathless and wanton. I was nearly naked, standing in front of Emmett, but I couldn't bring myself to feel embarrassed.

"You're lucky that I didn't know." He said seductively as he dipped his head to my neck, kissing the space where the column of flesh met my shoulder. "I would have taken care of you earlier at the fair." He plunged a finger inside me and began circling my sensitive nub with his thumb.

My breathing became ragged as my head flung back against the wood door. My hips were moving in time with Emmett's hand and I was on the verge of my first climax when he stopped.

"Turn around, put your hands on the door…high." What was he doing? I was about to go mad with desire. Was he serious about the punishment or what?

I did as he said, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror to my right. I could see the shameless desire clearly written on my entire body, my back arched, my hips still moving in an effort to entice Em.

I watched him in the mirror as he moved against me, his hands grasping my hips as he pressed himself against my bottom. His erection was obvious. He released one of my hips to squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple through the black lace material, causing me to gasp with desire.

"These panties are even better than the ladybugs," Em spoke as he continued to hold my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I smiled, silently thanking Alice for making me buy the cheeky booty shorts. They weren't a thong, but they didn't have full bottom coverage either. They were undoubtedly new to Emmett, and he clearly loved them. He would occasionally release my hip to run his hand across my nearly exposed bottom, only to return his hand to my hip and pull me against his erection.

"Tell me what you want Bells." He pinched my nipple again as he finished speaking, causing me to moan and arch my back against him. He certainly wasn't playing fair. I could barely think, nonetheless form a coherent sentence.

"You," was all I could manage. It would have to be enough, damn it.

I looked into the mirror again. Emmett was smiling as he pumped his hips against me.

"Me?" he asked in mock sincerity. "Where do you want me Bells? Hmm?" He squeezed my breast again, pulling the fabric down to expose my taut nipple, pinching the already pebbled skin. "Here," he said into my ear as he kissed my neck, "or here," he asked, plunging his other hand down the front of my panties, rubbing his fingers against my clit. He continued pumping his hips against me, pressing his fingers against my clit with every push as his other hand pinched and twisted my exposed nipple.

I felt my orgasm looming, building like a storm inside me. I removed my hands from the door, placing each of my hands over Emmett's.

"Please don't stop, Em. Please, please…" I was begging, I heard myself begging, even saw myself begging in the mirror, but I was too turned on to care. Seeing us together was making it worse, and I came against Em, nearly falling to the floor as my orgasm hit.

He caught me before I could fall, holding me against him as my breathing slowed. He slowly released me and I turned my flushed face toward him.

"You have on too many clothes," I said as I reached to unbutton his shirt. He smirked at me again as he kicked off his shoes, lowering his height just a bit as he stepped out of them. Despite his lack of shoes, and even with my heels, Emmett's frame towered over me. I always felt so small around him.

I continued unbuttoning his shirt with my shaking hands as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling my eyes down to his obvious erection. It occurred to me that I'd never seen Em naked, and that tonight I would be up close and personal with every part of his anatomy.

He pulled my lips to his own as I unfastened the last button on his shirt. I pushed the material from his body as we kissed. I moved to kiss his neck, then his chest, drawing out a hiss as I licked each nipple with the flat of my tongue. I moved to kneel in front of him, but he caught my elbow, effectively pulling me back up and into a brief but searing kiss again.

"Nuh-uh," he said with a ragged breath. "Ladies first." He moved to back me up toward the bed but my confused expression made him stop.

"But I just..I thought it was your turn?"

He chuckled, a very masculine chuckle, "I'm not finished yet," he kissed me forcefully, plunging his tongue into my mouth to make his point. "When I am, if you still want to, I'll be more than happy to oblige."

He smiled as he continued backing me toward the bed, alternating between kissing my lips and neck, and I nearly came undone at the sound of his southern accent.

My knees touched the edge of the mattress, and I felt Em reach down to feel one of my garters.

"As sexy as this is, it has to go," he spoke against my mouth before ducking down, trailing kisses along my abdomen. He gently unhooked the garters from my hose, removing the silk stockings and heels with ease before he unbuttoned the garter belt and dropped it to the floor beside the bed.

He stood back up and softly pushed me onto the mattress, climbing on top of me and claiming my mouth yet again. He ground his erection against my mound and I moaned at the contact. His hand slipped behind me, unhooking my bra and slipping the straps down, exposing my breast to his view. He tenderly licked and sucked on the bare flesh, driving me into a near frenzy with is tongue. He continued his downward descent, pulling on the black lace panties still clinging to my hips.

I tensed for a brief moment. I'd never been laid bare to anyone before, and it was a little unnerving.

Emmett stopped and looked up at me, his expression asking permission to continue. I nodded, lifting my hips to help him remove the lace. Once naked, he rocked back on his haunches to look at me.

"You're beautiful, Bella." He leaned down to kiss me, and I smiled against his lips. He made me feel special, loved. I never considered that I wasn't good enough for Em. He treated me like an equal in every way, and I loved him for it. For so many things, really.

He moved down my body again, situating himself between my legs, forcing me to open them to accommodate him. Before I knew it, he was kissing my inner thigh, preparing me for what was to come. He stilled his motions, and I raised myself up on my elbows so I could look at him.

Apparently, he wanted me to look at him because once he had my attention he eagerly sought out my already sensitive clit with his tongue. I closed my eyes, my head lolling back involuntarily as he licked and sucked the sensitive bud. I reflexively rocked my hips against Em's mouth, seeking even more contact with him. He plunged one finger inside my dripping passage before slowly adding a second, stretching me. I could feel my orgasm building again and I rocked my hips against Em's talented mouth, clenching my muscles around his fingers as I came, screaming his name.

I am very much looking forward to seeing how these two end up together in Bella's Present/Emmett's future. This story can go in so many directions it's going to be fun to see where December Jinx takes us!

Story Recommendation: Consent to Release by HoplessRomantic79

Admittedly, this is a recycled rec I wrote for the P.I.C blog. But I LOVE the story and she has continued it so I want to bring it forward again! 

I am thrilled that Nikki asked me to rec a story for the P.I.C. FanFic Corner site, but I had a hard time finding one that wasn't already covered. Seems a lot of us have the same tastes in stories. But I found a recently written one-shot that isn't on the list and I'm happy to be the one to recommend it! It fits my first major requirement for a great story...Emmett!!!

I don't know how HopelessRomantic79 got into my head but she managed to invade it and pull out my perfect man: a geek (more specifically a software guy), built, glasses, COOKS and although he's quiet in the real world he's a Dom in the bedroom! I couldn't ask for anything more than that.

In "Consent to Release", Emmett and Bella are a fairly typical married couple. She's a cop, he works for a software company. They come home, cook dinner, talk about each other's days...you know typical stuff. But somewhere along the line they came to the conclusion that they enjoyed the freedom that taking on a Dom/Sub relationship brings. She didn't have to be the authoritative figure with him and he could let loose of his shy, quiet side and become "well, a stud". 

They, like many part time lifestyle couples, don't have an extensive playroom but have learned to effectively use what they have and can make themselves happy in just the play.

Bella broke one of Emmett's major rules. She pleasured herself without his presence or permission. All of her orgasms belong to him, plain and simple. So he proceeds to show his displeasure in her outright disobedience...

“Isabella, I can see that you’re wet and swollen. Is it possible you’re looking forward to your punishment?”
I bit back a moan. “N-n-no, Sir.”
I gasped with a start as he slapped my pussy lightly, making sure to brush against my clit.
“Don’t lie to me!” he growled. “You’re such a naughty girl, Isabella. Only bad girls want to be punished. Only bad girls get punished.”
I inwardly smiled, knowing I was the only “bad girl” he’d ever really had acquaintance with. This had been a first for both of us.
“Yes Sir,” I replied.
“Open your eyes,” he said and I slowly opened them, meeting his hard gaze in the mirror before us. I could see that his pants were strained already and that he’d taken off his shirt. His muscles rippled as he walked slowly behind me, pacing like a predator that had just cornered his prey. I wanted to whimper at how sexy he was at this moment, when he was in his element.
“How many strokes should we say, Isabella?” he asked. “Twelve? Fifteen? What will make you remember that this,” he reached between us and cupped my heat, “is all mine?” He dipped a finger inside me and I wanted to gasp at the feeling but then it was gone and I was left aching for more, knowing it probably wouldn’t come any time soon. “Every orgasm belongs to me, Isabella. I’m the only one who tells you when and where to cum. On my fingers… on my face… on my cock…”
I shivered. This was the only time he talked dirty to me and I relished every minute of it and he knew it.
“So you will count the strokes,” he said. “I think twelve will be enough. And if you are good, I will give you a reward. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I nodded; my eyes half-lidded with desire. I was dripping wet and he was not making things easier for me, especially if he didn’t want me to cum right away.
I could see him grab the soft leather paddle from our closet. It was the easiest of our supplies and I knew that he wasn’t entirely angry or too serious about the paddling. In fact, it was entirely possible he was going to go easy on me and make the spanks pleasurable for me.
Whap! I guess not. The paddle came down hard on my ass and I yelped a little in surprise.
“One!” I shouted.
He soothed my ass in between each swat and his hand felt heavenly in comparison with the paddle. By the time we reached twelve, I was a whimpering, moaning, wet mess, and I could barely even hold up my head.
“Get up, Isabella,” Emmett ordered and I knew better than to disobey him. Besides, this might mean I get my reward! Somehow, I managed to flip myself over on the ottoman and sit up on my sore ass. I’d have to ask him to rub it down later, not that he’d forget. He was such a good Dom, and husband, for that matter in that way. He always took care of me.
“Do you understand now? Will I need to punish you again?” he asked.
Probably, I thought.

I HIGHLY recommend this story!! Anything with Emmett works...but geeky, hot, Dom Emmett?  TOTAL GOLD!!!

Happy Easter!

Dr. Cullen's Love Shack put out a series of bunny ear pics and I just had to share this one!  Don't ya just love it? :-)

Anyway, HAPPY EASTER to all!  

Story Recommendation: March Out of the Madness by Twisted Minds Think Alike

Okay...I will admit right up front that I am probably more than a little biased about this going in. Not only do I obviously LOVE Emmett, but the two authors that make up Twisted Minds Think Alike, Jaspers Sex Kitten and MaitresseSaint,  are two of my favorite online people!


They have written a different kind of Emmett/Bella story. It does start with the "Edward left her and is cruel about it and the family follows", however, in the aftermath, Rosalie also leaves Emmett (not for or with Edward as far as I can tell) and Emmett is PISSED. This leads to an atypical dark and brooding Emmett. After some of Alice's patented visions, Emmett makes his way back to Forks to find an equally pissed and semi-violent Bella. Put two passionate and enraged creatures in the same room and what do you get?  Yeah, you guessed it...angry sex. And YES it's Bella's first time to Emmett's surprise!

He pushed me into the wall and I gasped as the pain hit me. I would definitely have bruises, but God he felt so good against me. He ran his hand around my waist and gripped my ass. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but he stopped me. He pulled the zipper of my jeans down and pulled them off. He pulled my legs up, resting them on his hips. He tugged on the bottom of my shirt and I lifted it over my head.

His hands ghosted over my abdomen and up to grip my breast. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine and a burn to my core. Emmett growled as he pressed his erection into my ass. I moaned as his mouth found their way to my breasts. His hand came around and ripped my panties off of my body. He slipped a finger into me while he assaulted my breast, licking and biting my hard nipples. I moaned as he added a second finger inside of me.

"Emmett," I whimpered.

His pace sped up and I felt my muscles tighten. My chest was heaving, trying to catch enough air as I began to tremble. I screamed out his name as I came. There was no time to recuperate from that mind blowing sensation before he moved me to the arm chair I was occupying when he came in. He dropped me on my ass and grabbed my legs behind the knee, pulling me forward as he dropped to his knees.

"Bella, I will not hurt you," he stated as his tongue met my thigh and licked up towards my wet center.

I moaned as his tongue dove into me. The coolness of his tongue against my heated body was doing things to me I couldn't imagine. He again slipped his fingers in me. The pressure he used was painful but I couldn't stop him, I wanted it too bad. He bit down on my clit as he slammed his fingers in and out of me. "Bella, cum for me, now" he growled.

My body started to tighten....

"Em... God... I... yes...."

As I came down from my orgasm, Emmett pulled me up to his chest and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled the zipper of his pants down. He quickly stepped out of them and his boxers. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach, causing me to moan. He moved to the back of the arm chair, sitting me on the top, and leaning me back.

He lifted my legs, quickly resting them on his shoulders. I knew what was coming and I tried to relax, but as he slid into me I screamed his name. As he hit my barrier the pain and pleasure mixed and I was in heaven. A tear escaped my eye as he pounded into me. His grip on my waist was tight and it felt like he was going to rip right through me.

"Emmett," I whispered.

It's like he wasn't there. I shivered as the pain went through me. My muscles tightened as he moved my thighs from his shoulders, but I was helpless against his grip. He grasped my legs with his hands and spreading me open. I was completely exposed, completely open to him as he pounded into me. I screamed in pain as I came. I felt like I was on fire and heard him growl as he shot his seed deep inside me. I felt my juices and his, running down my legs as he placed me on my feet.

I turned away from him and felt ashamed. I just had sex, for the first time, with my ex-boyfriends, brother. What in the hell was I doing? I must have seemed too easy for him. He was an experience man and I was a lonely, abandoned little girl with no future. I fell onto my knees as the tears started. I don't know how long I cried before he lifted me up to his chest and kissed my forehead.

"Bella, I..." he trailed off with a sigh.

He carried me, cradled to his chest, still crying, up the steps to the bathroom. He sat me on the side of the tub and turned the water on. Filling the tub he slowly sat me down inside and left the room. 

Instant regret sets in for a moment and they both have to work through their own inner battles about the situation, but yes, Emmett immediately sees her as his mate. Bella takes a little more time to come around.

At the moment, this is one chapter as it was a contest entry. But I have it on good authority that it will be continued and I for one can not wait!!!  Way to go girls! Love ya!

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A little business before you move on to the meat of the post. I would like to welcome GGTwinMom2006 to the blog. She is ALMOST as turned on by Emmett as I am. She will be helping me post all the wonderful and erotic things that make us love Emmett. Perhaps we can even convince her to post one or two of her stories here as well!!


This story was my first attempt at a contest entry last July. Let me know what you think...Ms. Meyers owns the Characters. I just like to ink them up a bit.



I need more than coffee to get through today, but it will have to do. It's going to be a long day. It's not like I haven't gotten inked before, but this one is going to be tough. It's time. I know it is.


I order two Grande coffees for me and Jasper. While I wait for our order, I turn to look out onto the busy street. Downtown is always busy even on the weekends. Watching the pedestrians walk by the window, the movement of a petite woman catches my attention. As she stands up and gathers her belongings, I scan her body starting with her dark blue jeans, up to her white t-shirt and her dark hair piled up on top of her head with a big clip. My eyes settle on the colorful stars randomly adorning her neck. I love delicate tattoos on women. Nothing too obvious or tacky. Leave the sleeves to men.


She turns around to reveal the most beautiful face I've ever seen. Deep soulful brown eyes and full lips created just for kissing. Even without make-up her beauty speaks to me. I have to talk to her. She looks in my direction, but is looking past me. "Bye Tony. I'll see you later." She waves at the barista.


"Okay sweetie. Later!" is his response.


I start to follow her to the door so I can at least introduce myself when I feel a tug on my shirt. "Hey, are you Emmett McCarty?"


I look down to see two young boys looking up at him. "Yeah buddy I am. Pleased to meet you guys. What are your names?" I look back toward the door but she's already gone. Damn.


"My name is Brandon and this is Kyle. Can we have your autograph?" he asks nervously.


"Of course." I always try to be gracious with fans. Especially kids. I take the pen and paper he offers me and sign my name and jersey number and hand it back to him. "So, do you guys play ball?"


"Oh yeah, we play pee wee right now but one day I am going to play for the Titans like you. I am a quarterback too!" Brandon seems so excited to be sharing with me.


"Well I'm glad that by the time you make it to the big time, I'll be retired so you won't be stealing my spot. But I will be sure to come to some of your games. What about you guy?" I ask Kyle.


"I'm a receiver." Kyle says shyly.


Tony hands me my coffees. "Well guys I have an appointment. Just keep playing, listen to your coaches and keep your heads in your books. Okay?"


"Yes sir we will!" They both respond.


I leave the confines of the coffee shop and head down the block to Jasper's shop, Confederate Tattoos. I take a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping inside.


"Hey there Emmett. How ya doing this morning? You ready for this?" Jasper greets me. A little too enthusiastically for my current stress level.


"As ready as I'm going to be I guess. Here, I got you a java juice." I greet him handing him his cup.


"Thanks pal! I really need this. So, did you come up with your design?"


I take in a deep breath and pull a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of my jeans and hand it to my best friend. He's the only one I would trust to take this journey with me. He unfolds the paper and studies it carefully. "Did you come up with this yourself?" he asks me.


"Of course. I never even discussed the idea of this idea with anyone but you. Why? What's wrong?"


"Nothing it's just that I have done a design very similar to this before. About a year ago for a young lady. I can't remember her name, or who the tatt was for, but it was eerily similar to this one."


"That is weird, because I created this one all by myself. I didn't even get images from the internet." He nodded at me. I take another deep breath. "Let's get this started. I'm about to lose it here."


"Are you sure you're ready for this? You don't have to do this now you know."


"I have to do it now so it will be healed by the time spring training starts. Besides, I know I'm ready. It's time." I straddle the seat and lean in so my chest is resting against the back of the chair.


After several hours and many cramps in my back later, Jasper announces he is finished. I stand up and stretch as much as my tender skin will allow. He asks if I want to see it before he covers it up. I nervously nod my head yes and he hands me a large hand mirror. I walk over and turn my back toward the wall mirror. I hesitate for a moment. I know this is going to affect me in a profound way. This has been six months in the making. It has taken me that long to get over my grief enough to do the right thing. This is for HER. To show HER how much I love HER. That just because I can't touch her, I know she is still with me. I take in a sharp, deep breath and bring my arm up and look through the hand mirror over my shoulder to see my back reflecting in back at me. Of course the image is backwards, but it is still exactly what I wanted. A perfect memorial to the woman who loved me beyond words.


In between my shoulder blades is a burgundy heart. Nestled inside the heart is a folded bright pink ribbon with angel wings attached to it. At the base of the heart, two matching pink banner ribbons flow on either side of it one with the word 'Always' and 'Remembered' in the other. Above the heart in elegant script is her first name 'Margaret' below her last name 'McCarty'.
Jasper perfectly recreated my symbol of love for my mother.

**********

There she is again. Finally. I have been hitting this coffee shop off and on for a few weeks hoping to see her and she just walked in. She walks up to the counter and orders a coffee and bagel.


"Hello, I hope you don't think I'm a weirdo stalker or anything, but I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Emmett McCarthy." I give myself a mental smack on the forehead. 'Real smooth, sport. She's got to think your psycho.'


"Hello Emmett. I'm Bella Swan. Pleasure to meet you." She says as she offers her hand.
I gently take her hand start to shake it, but instead make the last minute decision to kiss the back of it. I swear I felt a tiny shock and my lips are tingling. "Bella, the pleasure is all mine I assure you."


She smiles brightly, "Well, chivalry isn't dead after all."


"No Ma'am it isn't when I'm around." I wink at her. WOW. This is way past even my smooth level. Tony walks up with her order. She starts digging in her pocket. "Please allow me" as I hand him some cash and wave him off indicating for him to keep the change. "I have a table over here, would you like to join me. That is if you don't have any other plans."


"That is the best offer I have had in ages. I would love to join you Emmett."


I grab her order and lead her over to my small table. We sit having small talk for a little while, general topics like the weather. Then she asks me…


"So Mr. Football Star, what made you come introduce yourself to me?" She has a playful grin on her face.


"Ahhh you DO know who I am. I'm glad that's out of the way." She giggles. Her giggle is so cute. Not silly and fake like a lot of the women who try and talk to me. "As for why I came to talk to you, I actually noticed you a few weeks ago in here, but before I could bring myself to go over and talk to you that day, you left. So when I saw you today, I decided to man up and talk to you."


"I noticed you that day too, but I didn't want to look like a crazed fan so I didn't say anything to you either." She says quietly as she looks down at her lap.


Before I can even register in my own mind what I am doing, I reach over and bring her head up with my finger under her chin. "Bella, please don't be shy around me. There is no need."
"I'm not usually, but…"


"But what?"


"If I say this, tell me you're not going to go running out the door."


"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Scouts honor." I cross my heart and hold up two fingers.


"Now I'm afraid I'm going to sound like a stalker, but I could swear I feel something here."


"Bella, I know you're not a stalker, and I KNOW I feel something here." I reach out for her hand. She puts her tiny hand in my oversized athlete's hand. Even though my hand swamps hers, it still feels like they are a perfect fit. "Would you like to go somewhere else so we can be more comfortable while we talk?"


"I would like that. I can grade papers tomorrow."


"Papers? You're a teacher?"


"Yes I am. High School English Literature. And what do you do? Oh that's right, you throw a ball." She teases.


"Yes I throw a ball, and I'm very good at it!"


"Tell me that again in January, when you make the Superbowl ok?" There's that beautiful smile.


"I'll give you the game ball when I do." I wink at her again. "Not to be ungentlemanly, but I have a condo not too far from here. We can go there."


"That sounds fine with me. What makes you think you can trust me alone with you though?" 'Ohhhh she's a flirt. I LOVE that.'


"I'm not worried about MY virtue Miss Bella."

**********

"We have been sitting here talking for hours. Do you need to be anywhere or can I call for some takeout?" I ask. 'Please stay, PLEASE.'


"I'd love to stay. I am having a great time." I grin my classic Emmett grin. "You know Mr. McCarty. Those dimples should be registered as lethal."


I can't help myself. I reach over and stroke her cheek. "Only if you register your beauty, Miss Swan." And before I know it, I dip my head toward her and lay a gentle kiss on her lips. One kiss leads to two and two to three. I feel her hands snake up my arms and wrap around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. I take it as a sign that it is okay to keep going. I deepen our kisses and gently nibble on her bottom lip. She lets out a gentle moan as her tongue reaches out for my mouth.


Shock. That's the only word. Shock. This beautiful woman is on my couch kissing me like this. I have to get some control before it goes too far. I pull my mouth from hers and start laying gentle kisses along her jaw line and down over her neck. That's when I see it again. A red star. I hug her tightly to try and calm us for now.


"WOW." She whispers in my ear.


"I know." As I reach a finger to trace her starts. "I have to tell you, I love these stars. I noticed them that first day too. Do they have any significance?"


"Actually, each one symbolizes a milestone. I got the first one after graduating high school. Then one for college, honor society, grad school, my job here, buying my house and the most recent one is for surviving my first year as a teacher."


"Any reason why you put them on your neck?"


"Because I want to be able show them, but I can't at work, so with them on my neck, I can cover them with my hair at work and show them in the real world by pulling my hair up."


"I like that. Where do you get them done?"


"A little shop just up the street actually. Confederate Tattoo."


"No way! Jasper is my best friend. Your next star is on me."


"I am going to hold you to that. So do you have any art?"


I roll up my shirt sleeves. "This one," pointing to my left bicep, "I got when I got my scholarship to UT, and this one" pointing to my right bicep, "I got when I signed with the Titans. I have some others as well. How about you? Do you have any others?"


"Yes I do three others for now. I have ideas for some more though." She hesitates to volunteer any other information. "I can show you two of them if you'd like to see them."


"Of course. I love good artwork. Did Jasper do all of them?" 'This is such a small world.'


"All accept my first three stars. He really does great work. I won't let anyone else touch me. Tattoo-wise that is." She winks at me. 'SHE WINKED AT ME!!!'


"He's done every one of mine. So?"


"Oh yeah." She lifts her shirt on her left side to reveal some Chinese characters with some type of flower woven around them covering the left side of her torso. "This side is Love and Faith," I take in a sharp breath. This is too weird. I lean in and look at the detail and coloring.


"Yep. That's Jasper's work alright."


"And this side," she lifts the other side of her shirt to show the same thing but different characters. "is Truth and Courage."


"You're not going to believe this…but," I lift my shirt so she can see the tatts on my sides. I also have Chinese characters on my sides but mine are wrapped with ivy. "This side is Strength and Freedom, and this side is Honor and Destiny."


She leans in to look at mine. I can feel her breath on my skin. The sensation causes goose bumps. "We are practically tattoo twins." She says through her giggles.


"I guess you could say that." 'I sure don't feel like a sibling, darlin'


"So, how many more do you have?" she asks.


"One more. I just had it done a few weeks ago. Actually, that day we first saw each other, I was on my way to Jasper's to get it done."


"Can I see it?"


"Uhm, I'm sure you will soon. Can I see yours?"


"We'll trade. When you're ready, I'll be ready."


"It's a deal." I lean in and kiss her lips. "Sealed with a kiss." She giggles.


We sit and talk more. We talk about school. We were at UT at the same time. For a little while at least. I was there for my entire four years playing football and earning my Business degree. She went there for her Masters in English after doing her undergrad at University of North Florida. She actually watched my games that season.


Then comes the inevitable topic of family. We both hesitate a bit, but she speaks up first. "I am an Army brat. My father was a career man. He flew Chinooks out of Ft. Campbell. Thankfully we didn't move around as much as most military families so I consider Tennessee home. I love it here. That's why I came back here for my Masters and was thrilled when I got the job offer to teach here in Nashville."


"Why did you do your undergrad in Florida?"


"When my parents divorced, my mother moved to Jacksonville. When my father…well, I ended up in Jacksonville to be near my mom." Her eyes watered a little. I can't help but cup her cheek with my hand.


"What happened with your father, darlin'?" A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. I wipe it with my thumb. "It's okay. You don't have to say anymore if you don't want to."


"It's not that really. I just never talk about it. It feels like I have only recently gotten past it, although I feel guilty about that."


"Take your time. Only say what you're comfortable with."


"Eight years ago, he had to go to DC to attend a meeting with some sub-committee on Army Avionics. The meeting was held at The Pentagon." She stopped talking. I just look at her, wishing I could stop her pain. All I can do is pull her in for a hug. I hold her, rubbing her back. Then it hits me. Eight years ago. The Pentagon. 9-11!


"I'm so sorry, love." I whisper. "If you need to cry, you can cry on me." And she does. For 15 minutes she just sobs into my shirt. Once her sobs turn into sniffles, she pulls back and looks me in the eyes. She seems to be looking for something. Then I see it in her eyes. Understanding. She pulls back a little more and lifts her shirt over her head.


"Bella honey, we don't have to do anything toni…" she puts her finger to my lips. Then she turns her back to me revealing her final tattoo. There just inches from my eyes, in between her shoulder blades, is a familiar design. A pentagon shape filled in like a U.S. Flag. That is nestled in a burgundy heart. Two yellow banner ribbons flow from the bottom of the heart one filled with the word 'Never' and the other filled with 'Forget'. Above the heart is the name 'Charlie' and below it 'Swan'. "This is amazing. Did you design it yourself?"


"Yes I did. It took me seven years to finally be brave enough to do it. I decided it was long past time to honor my father in some way and what better way than this?"


I lean in and kiss her shoulder. "Love, it's perfect. I'm sure he is proud of you and honored that you have memorialized him this way. Now, I need to tell you my story."


"Okay, but only if you want to." She turns around to face me.


"I do, I think I NEED to as well. It was just me and my mother for as long as I can remember. The person who was my father left when I was 3 and was never heard from again. My mother and I had a pretty good life. She was a teacher too, but she taught elementary school in Knoxville." She smiles at me as her hand reaches up to gently stroke my face. I lean into her hand as I continue talking. "She was so proud when I got a full scholarship to UT. I didn't even have to leave home. She was there at every game and couldn't have been prouder when I walked that stage to get my degree. When I signed with the Titans, I bought her a house in Franklin so she could move here with me. In the summer of 2007, she was diagnosed with…" now it is my turn to cry "breast cancer." She pulls me down and I lay my forehead on her shoulder. She wraps one arm around my shoulder and her other hand strokes the back of my head and neck. I continue without moving.


"They immediately did a radical mastectomy and followed up with Chemo and radiation. She was so sick. So weak, but so strong too. Unfortunately, they found it too late. No treatment worked and I lost her last year." I pull my head back and looked at her seeing the same understanding in her eyes that she found in mine. I turn around so that my back is facing her and take off my shirt, showing her my tribute to my mother.


"Oh my God, Emmett." She starts crying again.


"Bella, darlin'. You have to know, I designed this on my own as well. Jasper had nothing to do with it other than to actually do the skin work. When I showed him my sketch, he told me he recognized it, but couldn't remember the details about you or your tattoo. This is just a huge coincidence."


"Do you really believe that, baby? I mean look at us." She points to our sides. "We practically have all matching tattoos without even knowing each other at the time we got them and all of them are original. Not pulled off of his wall or out of his books. They were done by the same artist. Do you honestly think it's all just coincidence? Really?"


"Of course not." I can't stand it anymore. I pull her into my lap and start kissing her. She doesn't fight me. Quite the opposite, she kisses me back with such intensity that for the first time ever, I growl. She moans again driving me insane. When we have to separate to breathe, she stands up off my lap. She pulls me off the couch with her. I stand a foot and a half above her but it doesn't seem awkward at all. I bend down and wrap my hands around her waist and pull her up so that our faces are level. She in turn wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.


"Baby, can I see your bed…room?"


Without saying a word. I start walking down the hallway, with this amazing woman still wrapped around me. Once we reach my bedroom I sit down on the bed and take her face in my hands. I kiss her one more time before the gentleman in me takes over.


"Darlin' are you sure? We don't have to do anything. I just want to be in your presence. You are like medicine for me. I can feel you healing me as we speak. I know we just met today, but I feel we are connected already and it would hurt me on many levels if I were to let you go. But that does not mean we have to go any further. We could just lie here together all night and I would be perfectly content. I swear it."


"Emmett, first of all, I really appreciate your chivalry. Please don't ever lose that. Second, I am feeling the same things you are. I feel the connection too. We are healing each other baby. I feel like we are supposed to be here like this today and tomorrow. And yes, it will hurt if we were to let go. So let's not let go."


We start kissing again in earnest. Her hands are in my hair. My hands are on her waist. I kiss my way over to her ear. I gently suck the bottom of her lobe into my mouth. "Do you know what you do to me? You are the sexiest woman I have ever met." Her response? That sexy little growl of hers. I flip us around quickly so that she is lying on her stomach in the middle of the bed. I start kissing and nibbling on her top star and continue my way down paying attention to every star and every inch of the tattoos on her sides. Out of respect for her and her father, I don't touch his memorial. I just look at it lovingly, silently thanking the man for his service and bringing me this beautiful woman. Then it dawns on me, is it possible that her father and my mother are up there in heaven playing matchmaker? Nothing would surprise me anymore.


I start kissing my way down her spine, admiring the potential for all this bare skin. I want to design something for her someday. She starts to wiggle under my lips. I can hear her moaning and it just urges me to carry on. I rub my hands lightly over her ass. I move back up her body and bring my mouth her ear. "Bella, you are so beautiful."


She turns over and brings her face to mine, taking ownership of my mouth. It's hers. Hell my whole body is hers now. My hand ghost up to cup her lace covered breast. I gently squeeze it, desperately wanting to feel the silk of her skin instead of this lace. As if she could read my mind, she arches her back and reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. I close my fist carefully and pull the garment away from the most perfect tits. My hand returns to massage it and tease her nipple with my thumb. I kiss my way down her neck, across her collarbone and down her silky mound until I take her nipple into my mouth. It immediately puckers up while my tongue flicks across it.


Leaning on one arm, my opposite hand rubs its way down her side, my fingers tracing the lines of her artwork , down over her hip and across to her belly button. She shivers under my hand's attention. My hand travels down to feel just how hot and wet my girl had become. "Oh darlin'. You are absolutely dripping."


"Only for you baby."


"I have to taste you." She nods her head yes. I kneel in between her legs to unbutton and unzip her jeans. I grab the waistband of her jeans and panties and pull them both off at the same time, revealing the gift that is Bella. I bend down to kiss her belly button. Her legs instinctually spread wide knowing what is going to happen next. I slide down to start lapping at the fountain. She is so wet, so warm. I start to flick my tongue at her hardened clit. She brings her hips up to meet my face. I slide a finger in between her slick lips until is slips deep into her. I begin a rhythm and my tongue matches it. A second finger slips in. She lets out a louder moan and her walls start to grasp at my fingers. I hum my pleasure at her reactions. This causes a vibration that causes her to clamp down even harder. She's so close, I can feel her impending orgasm.


"Just let go darlin'. You want to come and I want to feel it with my hand…just cum for me. Scream my name…OUT LOUD…"


I start stroking my fingers faster and harder as she screams my name, arches her back completely off the bed and clamps down on my fingers so hard that I can barely move them. "That's it my beautiful Bella. Cum for me. Only for me. Let me feel it."


I still my fingers but my tongue continues to play with her clit. I suck it into my mouth and her walls tighten even more. "EMMETT!!!!! My GOD!"


"No darlin' I'm not a God. Just a mere mortal wanting to worship you." I say as she starts to come down from her high.


She pulls my face up to hers. I am surprised when she starts to kiss and lick my face. "Oh Bella that is so hot."


"My Emmett, you are a God, you're my one and only Sex God. If I ask you for something, will you give it to me?"


"Anything your heart desires, love."


"Fuck me?"


"You don't even have to ask." Now it is my turn to growl.


I swiftly remove my jeans and boxer briefs. She reaches out to touch me causing me to shiver violently. She leads my cock to her entrance. I push into her in one quick stroke. She lets out a loud his as fill her to overflowing. I have to let her adjust to my size, and as she does I take the opportunity to suck on her nipple again.


Before too long, her hips start to rock up against me, signaling that she's ready for me to proceed. I start out slowly, moving my hips painfully slow…speeding up little by little. Then she says the words that send me over the edge, "Fuck me Emmett, please baby FUCK ME!" Pulling back until I am just barely still in her then slam into her, repeating this action…slamming into her, harder and faster with each stroke. I can feel my release coming, but I refuse to allow it to happen until she has another orgasm. I feel her hand snake between our bodies and begin to rub her clit as I assault her pussy. "Are you going to cum for me again, Bella? I want you to cum with me. I want to scream with you."


I can feel her walls grasping at my cock. "You're soooo tight. Soooo fucking hot. I can hold on much longer, I need you to cum with me. PLEASE…….!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


We both start to scream each other's names at the same time. As we hit our peak together we both say simultaneously "I LOVE YOU!"

ONE YEAR LATER


She's a dream walking toward me. I don't know what I did to deserve this angel, but I am not going to question it for fear she will be taken away from me. After an eternity, Jasper finally gets her to my side. I look around at our friends and family who are sitting on the field at the stadium. I still can't believe she agreed to have our wedding here. She said she was never that into traditional weddings and that this would be perfect for both of us. And it is.


The ceremony begins with both of us lighting candles in front of enlarged pictures of her father and my mother. We wanted to make sure our guardian angel/matchmakers are a part of the ceremony. After all, we're convinced that it was they who brought us together.


Before I know it, I hear, "You may kiss your bride." And I do! I can never get enough of kissing her. Of touching her.


Our reception is the party of the year in Nashville. Our guest list is a who's who of NFL players, as well as all sorts of actors and musicians and other celebrities. I could care less, all I see is my Bella. My Tattooed Princess. We each sit as Jasper tattoos a Celtic tribal band around each of our left hand ring fingers.


Finally it's time to leave for our week in Italy…

ANOTHER YEAR LATER


It's Bella's turn in the chair. I just spent an hour and a half there and now we watch as she getting hers.


We're getting a set of matching hearts, one on each shoulder. Each heart connecting to the one memorializing our parents by corresponding ribbons. One heart is blue with beautifully scripted letters spelling out "Ethan Charles" and the other heart is pink with the name "Briana Margret". Both names mean strength. My whole family is the picture of strength.


Bella is also adding two more stars to her neck. She already added one for marrying me. Now she's adding one for each of our babies.


"Look at your momma, babies." As I hold both of my beautiful infants. "She's always so sexy sitting in that chair."


"Emmett, the babies don't need to hear that I am sexy. I am their mother for crying out loud." She can't help but smile.


"Sorry, I'm only telling the truth. Hey darlin'?"


"Yes my love?"


"Aren't these beautiful babies of ours six weeks old now?" I ask flirtatiously.