► For You.

Making his way through the Cullen house, Emmett walked around with a smile on his face. Wearing jeans and a black zippered hoodie, he leaped over the stair banister, landing with ease on his feet. He casually headed into the kitchen, his smile getting wider. "What are you making?" Emmett asked, slowly letting his hands slide onto his wifes hips, as he placed his head on her shoulder, laying soft, delicate kisses on her neck.

"I swear you get more and more beautiful every single day," he said in his gentle yet masculine voice, with a slight rasp to it. He let his hands drop, as he positioned himself beside her, sitting on the very edge of the counter top. He gazed into her golden eyes, never dropping his smile. "You know you're my favourite wife right?"

Rosalie wasn't in an entirely good mood as she entered the kitchen. There wasn't much to do, what with Renesmee off with her parents in God knows where, she didn't have anything to occupy her time and mind. She didn't feel like working on any of her cars either, and since no one else was in the house, she decided that cooking would be the best way to pass her time. Besides, Renesmee eats anyways. She was feeling very Italian today, and so she began making some Lasagna.

Hearing footsteps coming closer, she smiled when her husband's scent completely enthralled her. She leaned into her husband's huge frame and almost moaned when he grazed over a spot on her neck. "Just some Lasagna for Ness." She replied, trying to return to the task at hand.

"And I swear you get cheesier everyday," joked Rosalie with a roll of her eyes and a smile. She truly did love Emmett. In fact, she couldn't imagine life without him, and it was times like these when she could clearly see that they weren't just mates. They were best friends too. She knew she could tell him anything and not worry about him leaving her.

Raising a prow at his words, she pointed her wooden spoon at him with her left hand and placed her right on her hip. "I better be your only wife, mister, or you aren't getting any tonight." She scolded , complete with a glare, which turned into a pout, before softening into an amused smile.

She stopped mixing for a moment and stepped on over to her hubby, looking him straight in the eye.

Emmett looked at the lasagna, very much tempted to stick a finger in and try it, even though he knew it would just taste like dirt, but knew it wasn't just the heat that would scold him, it would also be his wife for messing with her food. "I'm sure it'll taste beautiful," Emmett said with a little bit of a cheeky smirk. He would usually play around with Rosalie, but knew she was fairly short tempted so didn't want to push her too far.

"I get cheesier? I better cancel the violinists and flowers that are supposed to arrive in the next hour then!" he joked, having absolutely no desire to call any humans up to their residence anytime soon. "But maybe we should go somewhere soon. I'm thinking another honeymoon, somewhere lovely and cloudy and wet, just without the others to bug us," he suggested. Ever since she'd saved his life, he had never looked at anyone else as highly as he saw Rosalie.

Listening to Rosalie telling him he wouldn't be getting any, Emmett pushed his lips together, looking at her suggestively. "Really? Well then it's just as well there is no one else then. So, we can still, tonight, right?" he asked, displaying his best puppy dog eyes. "You know when you glare at me like that, it just makes me want you more!" Emmett grabbed hold of Rosalie's free hand, taking it into one of his, keeping eye contact without fail as he smiled at her. "Is it just me or is it really quiet today?"

Rosalie couldn't help but smile softly at her husband's words. He was such a sweet guy that sometimes she couldn't see why he would've fallen in love with someone so... so cold. She knew she wasn't the nicest person around. But she was only keeping it real. Besides, being the nice one was Esme and Alice's thing. "Do you ever miss human food?" She asked curiously. She did. She missed a lot of human things, though admittedly some more than others.

She laughed at Emmett's silly antics. She honestly couldn't think of any other way to describe him other than, perfect. "I wouldn't mind the flowers. But I don't want any violinists." She said, pretending to be a snob. "Everyone knows I'm better than they are." And to an extent, it was true. Among all the Cullens, Rosalie was the second most gifted when it came to musical abilities, beaten only by Edward - and that was because he was older!

She hummed in agreement at his words, closing her eyes and leaning against him. "I like the way you think." She murmured honestly, a small smirk on her face. "Think Carlisle and Esme would let us have a week to ourselves?" She asked, looking up at him.

"You are adorable, hun." Rosalie pointed out with a laugh, kissing him softly. Unlike what most thought, she wasn't some always passionate, always horny bitch. She did have different sides to her. "You see? So cheesy." She shook her head, before meeting his gaze once more and winking at him.

"Let me finish this and we'll see just how noisy this house can get even if it's just the two of us." At full speed, she finished prepping the Lasagna and popped it into the oven. She then stopped in front of Emmett, leaving only about half a foot of distance between them.

Emmett pondered on the thought. Sure he missed his food, but he'd spent so long without it now that it had somewhat lost it's appeal. "I mean sure, I do miss it, occasionally, but not so much anymore. But a massive slice of Pizza would really be nice," Emmett said, keeping a close eye on his wife. He knew she missed certain aspects of the life and never truly wanted to become a vampire. He wished he could somehow do something to give her some kind of trip down memory lane but it wasn't so easy to make her feel 'normal' again considering how they had to live these days.

"We all know that Rosalie. And if Edward didn't have the experience, I'm sure you'd make him look like a talent show reject. But it's quite nice knowing Edward is good at SOMETHING, cause he's not the strongest that's for sure," he said with a grin, pushing his chest out and flexing, feeling pretty good about himself. "And i know for a fact you'd rather these arms around you than his weedy ones,"
he continued, letting the ego of his strength and size take over.

"If Carlisle and Esme had a problem with it, you know i'd just sneak you away anyways, so that won't be an issue." Emmett smiled with glee as his wife share a little kiss with him. Her kisses made his day, and right now was no different. "Best taste ever!" he said with a cheeky childlike face. He then watched her finish off the food in a flash and put it in the oven. He placed his hands on her waist and let their eyes meet again. "I mean it thought. Sexier every day," Emmett confidently said, using his big arms to pull her into him so they were forehead to forehead. "Anything new that we need to avoid breaking?"

The eye roll wasn't that of annoyed Rosalie. In fact, she was more amused than anything at the moment, though she knew that any longer with her husband and all her emotions would be... She blinked, chuckling at her own thoughts and her husband's words. "Always such a guy." She told him with a roll of her eyes. "Thinking with your stomach." At this, she placed a hand against his shirt-clad stomach and pinched him with a playful smirk and a laugh.

It was comforting to know that Emmett knew just how to boost her ego, the same way she knew just how to poke at his. She patted his chest, pecking his cheek. "Yeah, I'd think Bella's got that down." And it was semi-true. With Bella still considered as a newborn until she passes her second year, she was still stronger than Rosalie's husband - if only for a bit.

"But of course," she smirked, stepping close to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her fingers playing with his hair. "Your arms is the only one I want to be in." She tugged him closer to her. Leaning up so that her entire body was pressed up against his, she whispered straight in his ear, "And you're the only one I want to kiss..." She placed a kiss just under his earlobe. "To hold..." She let her hands travel down his chest and settle on the hem of his shirt. "To love." She kissed him on the lips once more, this time longer and slower.

She giggled when he mentioned sneaking her away. That sounded so much fun. She made a mental note to do that someday, as she returned her attention to her husband. "And you," said she in response to his sexy comment. "Can only get so cute." She said playfully.

She closed her eyes, loving the feel of them being so connected. "None really." She smirked. "Every new stuff is either owned by Bella or Edward from their wedding. They should've moved it out of the way when they got the cottage." She explained, pulling him in for another kiss.

Emmett smiled with joy knowing he didn't need to be careful. He knew the main things to avoid smashing so that Esme wouldn't freak out. So knowing she didn't own any new antics made him very happy. "Well Bella and Edward can get new stuff," Emmett said with a growl, kissing his wife passionately and grabbing a firm hold of her.

He knew full well that Rosalie was strong and fiesty, so moved her backwards, pushing her up against the wall before attacking her neck. He laid soft kisses, trailing down to her collar bone before roughly kissing back up her neck and letting his lips meet with hers. Emmett grabbed Rosalie's legs, lifting them and placing them around his waist as he moved them into the other room, pushing her against another wall hard and grabbing her chin, pushing his lips forcefully onto hers before letting their tongues wrestle one another. "If anyone asks about the dents in the wall, it was Bella," he grinned before kissing her again, letting his hands roam around her body.