[ yeah, no, SMUT WARNING ]

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I NEED YOU TO TELL ME TO STOP.

The day that Frankie was cleared of her concussion diagnosis, she celebrated with a four-hour-long band rehearsal in Tyler's garage. It would've gone longer had it not started to thunderstorm, and so the friends moved their celebration to the diner.

It was one of the rare times Emmett wasn't with Frankie. Unknown to her, he was with Bella and the rest of his family, playing a game of baseball that would change everything.

"No, because what do you mean you thought Stanford and Samford were the same place?" Jessica asked Tyler, who was shrugging. "Why the fuck would we want to move to Alabama?"

"I don't know," he said, throwing his hands up. "I was so confused but I went ahead and applied anyway. Got early acceptance."

"Impressive," Angela told him. "Are you gonna play for their football team?"

"Right now, that's what they're wanting," he said. Then he looked at Frankie and Jessica apologetically. "I know the band can't exactly move to Birmingham."

"No, but you'll be getting the hell out of here," Frankie told him. She had her feet propped on Mike's lap, and he had an arm around Jessica, the three taking up a whole side of a booth as they ate. "Same way soccer is gonna get me out of here."

"I've gotta stay here and run the family business," Mike grumbled. He'd probably end up getting a business degree from somewhere close by before taking over Newton's Olympic Outfitters.

"Yeah, but that's so cool that you've got a legacy to carry on," Jessica told him. "Plus, you were talking about opening up other stores in different locations. You could travel to them then and that'd be a way out of here."

"Very true," he said before pecking her lips. "You're a genius."

"I know I'm a genius," she said, grinning. "And if I'm not valedictorian next year, someone will die."

"At least it won't be me," Frankie said, winking at her.

"Please, Jess loves you too much to harm you," Eric said, shaking his head.

"Hey, the rain is finally letting up," Angela noticed as she looked out the window. "Want to head back to Tyler's before we get caught in it?"

"Absolutely," Jessica said, not wanting to get rained on again.

The six of them slid out of the booth and headed outside to leave, laughing at some stupid joke Eric made. And as they did so, a familiar red truck passed by, its owner looking on at the scene, longing to be with them instead of running for her life.

And the one in the bed of the truck watching out for the hunter quickly dug out his phone to call Frankie.

She was climbing into the back row of Tyler's van when her phone rang. Seeing that it was Emmett, she picked it up with a smile. "Hey, babe. Wanna come by Ty's place?"

"I can't," he said in a low tone. "Frankie, something happened with Bella and Edward."

"What? Like, they broke up?" Frankie asked, earning interested looks from Jessica and Angela. "I thought Edward was, like, obsessed with her."

"I guess they broke up. They had a big fight. Bella is running off to Phoenix — saying she doesn't want to live here anymore. Edward wants to follow her and convince her to come back. I don't want him going alone, so I'll be gone a few days."

"Wow, that's some dramatic Romeo and Juliet shit," she muttered, hardly able to believe it. But she knew Emmett wouldn't lie to her about something like that. "Well, be safe, I guess. I'll see you when you get back."

"You know it," he said with a small smile. "Love you, Roman."

"Love you, Cullen."

As soon as Frankie hung up, Jessica was on her. "Broke up? Who broke up?"

"Edward and Bella," she said, never good at keeping secrets. "Sounds like it was really bad. She's running away to Phoenix and he's going after her, sounds like."

"Damn," Eric muttered. "That's like TV show-levels of drama."

"Don't I know it," Frankie said while pocketing her phone. "I might call Bella in a little while when she's calmed down. She can't really be leaving just because of Edward unless he did something majorly fucked up."

"My money is on something majorly fucked up," Mike chimed in. "A girl has to flee the state to get away from you? Red flag if I've ever seen one."

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Emmett was gone from Forks for three whole days, and when he, Carlisle, and Edward returned, they had Bella with them. But she'd also tripped running down the stairs and fell through a window, which ended with her breaking her leg. Fuck, Frankie knew the girl was clumsy, but she could've died.

The only good that came from the injury though was that Bella couldn't leave and skip Prom. While Alice was at Bella's house, forcing her into a simple dress and pretty makeup, Frankie was at the Cullen residence. Rosalie was the one helping her get ready.

It was quite a surprise when the blonde was the one to initially offer her services, not having to be forced by anyone.

"You don't wear much makeup, do you?" Rose asked as Frankie kept trying to rub her eyes, which would mess up her eyeliner.

"I'm a mechanic and a soccer player. My face is usually just covered in sweat and oil," Frankie admitted.

"Well, don't tell him I exposed his secret, but Emmett thinks you look extra hot after just having worked on some cars," she admitted with a sly smirk.

"Oh, I know. Your brother isn't very subtle," she said, giggling.

"He's not just my brother, Frankie," Rosalie told her. "He's my best friend. Even if I don't love this thing between you two, I just want him to be happy. Please just keep making him happy."

Sensing the topic was turning more serious, Frankie raised an eyebrow. "What? He wasn't happy before I planted one on him?"

Rose took a moment to think over her answer, to think of how Emmett used to be. "Maybe not unhappy, but he's better around you. You make him more alive — more human."

"Cool," she said with a smile. "That kinda makes it sound like he's an undead zombie or something, but cool."

"I think you'd notice if your boyfriend was a zombie," Rosalie said while rolling her eyes playfully. She certainly hadn't noticed that he was a vampire.

"I'd like to think I would," she said, chuckling. Then she sighed. "Thank you for doing this, Rosalie. I don't get a chance to look very nice for him most of the time."

"Emmett doesn't care how nice your clothes are or if your hair is brushed well," she told her. "He really does love you, Frankie."

"I love him too," she whispered. "That scares me sometimes, you know?"

Rosalie smiled sadly. Frankie was so different from her in some ways and yet so similar. When she was human, she was so in love with the idea of love that she'd accept it anywhere she could find it. Maybe if she'd been more cautious like Frankie, she wouldn't be where she was today.

"I know," she said softly while pinning some of Frankie's hair back. "But out of everyone, Emmett's one you can trust. And he loves you too."

"I know," she said, finally smiling again as she thought of him. "I... I know it's still a year away, but do you think he'd come to Stanford if I asked?"

"He'd follow you anywhere, Frankie," she assured her. "That's not something you have to worry about."

"Good. I just have to worry about your family always interrupting our alone time," she joked.

"If you must know," Rose said with a little smirk, "I know for a fact the house will be empty once the dance is over. Someone wanted to make sure of that."

Frankie's cheeks heated up as she looked Rosalie in the eye. "Really?"

"I mean, Prom night is the most basic of human traditions," she said teasingly. "He's not expecting anything from you, though. Don't feel pressured. I think he just wants to not be interrupted for once."

Frankie couldn't help the way her nerves jumped in anticipation. But she also appreciated the way that Rosalie brought it up, making sure it was something she was comfortable with. "Thanks, Rosalie, for being my friend."

Rosalie smiled — it'd been a long time since she had a friend. "Thank you as well," she said softly. "Alright, let's get you into the dress."

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It was pathetic, really, that Frankie and Emmett didn't even make it to the prom. The Jeep was still in the goddamn garage. Hell, forget not making it to Prom — they didn't make it into the Jeep.

But in Emmett's defense, Frankie looked damn good in a gold, silk dress that hugged her in all the right places with a low neckline that had him feel like he was dying. And in her defense, Emmett filled out his tuxedo in the most delicious way.

But now, his suit jacket was in a ball on the floor as Frankie's fingers worked at the buttons of his dress shirt, exposing his pale and well-defined abdomen. All the while, he was guiding her into a kiss that was full of tongue and teeth, his hand cradling the back of her head to keep her in place. To reach her better, he'd lifted her up so that she was sitting on the hood of his car.

Frankie pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, letting her hands roam the facets of his torso, tracing each defined ab and muscle with slow, teasing touches that had him letting out impatient little noises into her mouth. He slowly left her lips and began kissing down her neck, leaving bruising marks as he went until he reached the strap of her dress.

Emmett looked down at her with darkened eyes, the need in them making her grow wetter by the second. Because fuck, how could someone as angelic as him want her back?

"May I?" he asked, fingers brushing the strap of her dress.

"Cullen," Frankie said, brushing her thumb along his chiseled jaw. He leaned into her touch. "I want you to fuck me in the back of your car so that you can't even go to the gas station without thinking of me. Take the fucking dress off."

"Oh, you're gonna kill me, babe," he muttered before diving down to kiss her again.

This time, his hands found the small zipper built into the side of the dress that Jessica had gifted her but would never see. Emmett lifted her hips off the Jeep and helped pull the garment from her body, revealing a sleek, black, strapless bra and matching set of underwear.

"Yeah," he breathed out, looking at her figure. "You've killed me. I'm dead."

Frankie laughed before pulling him into another kiss. He leaned between her parted legs, moving his cold hands down her body. She let out a delighted gasp when his fingers began to rub teasingly over the fabric of her underwear, applying the smallest bit of pressure.

"No teasing," she whined.

Emmett cocked an eyebrow, taking that as a challenge. "I think I remember saying something about taking my time with you."

It was the best kind of torture as he then began kissing down her body, working at the clasp of her bra as he did so. When it fell, he marveled at her chest for a moment before covering it in kisses. Right then and there, Frankie knew that the best feeling in the world was his tongue swirling around her nipple like a goddamn ice cube. By the time he was done, her chest was a canvas covered in the work of art that was the outline of his lips.

Frankie was a breathless mess, struggling to stay propped up on her elbows as Emmett went lower, nose skimming the band of her underwear teasingly. He bit the band and let it snap back quickly, making her hips twitch.

"Em," she whined, shifting her hips upward. "Please."

"Please what?" he asked innocently, hooking his fingers around the band of her underwear, prepared to get rid of them as soon as she asked. "I wanna hear what you want."

"Your fingers," she said, knowing her cheeks were burning. Then she eyed his infuriating mouth. "Your tongue."

"I'm sure that could be arranged," he said with a cocky smirk.

Before she knew it, Frankie's underwear was gone, lost along with the rest of their clothes. She couldn't think about their destination because Emmett was diving down and licking a long strip up from her entrance to her clit, which he then latched onto and began to suck deftly. A cry left her lips as she wound her fingers in his dark curls — he'd been letting them get longer after learning she liked it that way.

Emmett had a grip on her hips that would leave bruises in the morning as he returned to her entrance, fucking in and out of her with his tongue while her legs were thrown over his shoulder. God, she had no idea how hard it was to restrain himself, to keep himself from hurting her when all he wanted to do was use all his strength to fuck her until she didn't know anything but his name and his touch.

But he couldn't do that, not while she was still human.

So, he was being gentle by his standards, bringing a hand up to rub circles around her clit, continuing to eat her out. The sounds she let out were music to his ears, never more grateful that right now that vampires had perfect memories.

Every single inch of Frankie's body was singing as he began rubbing the little bundle of nerves in just the right way. She could hear every time his tongue drove back into her, wishing she could see him. But Frankie was far too gone, only able to look up at the ceiling of the garage, back arching off the hood of the Jeep as she pulled on his hair, earning a deep groan that vibrated against her core.

"Gonna — fuck, I'm gonna come," she breathed out, her whole body seizing up.

The orgasm hit her quickly, her cum spilling out onto Emmett's tongue, who didn't let up as he took all she had and more. He lapped it up happily before sloppily kissing her thighs and then working his way back up her body.

Emmett Cullen had already been beautiful, but now, barechested, with messy hair, and lips shining from where they'd been, Frankie knew there was no one that would ever compare to him.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked breathlessly, not looking away from his heaving chest to see the panic in his eyes. Because fuck, he didn't need one, but she didn't know that.

"Not exactly," he said, afraid things were about to stop. But he'd respect that decision.

Frankie let out a disappointed whine, eying the prominent bulge in his pants. She just knew it was big. Finally, she gave in and met his questioning gaze.

"If you come inside me, I will castrate you, Cullen."

He smirked devilishly down at her, already picturing her skin painted with his cum, dripping off her sides and in her hair like he was marking her as his own.

So, Emmett moved quickly, resisting the urge to use his vampire strength as he heaved her off the hood of the Jeep. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning in to kiss him as he walked around to the back of the Jeep, opening up the door and managing to keep her up effortlessly with one arm.

As gently as he could, he laid her back on the seats without breaking the kiss. Frankie slid her warm hands down his body until she found his belt, not wasting any time like he had as she got rid of it. The fabric got caught around his muscular thighs, so he had to help her push them off completely, leaving him in a painfully tight set of black boxer briefs that left little to the imagination.

Not that she had to imagine for long.

Emmett didn't move to stop her as she reached underneath the band and grasped him, nearly hesitating from the sheer feel and weight of his cock. God, that was gonna hurt before it felt good, she just knew.

"Hey," Emmett said, seeing the look that crossed her face. He gently cupped her cheek as she pulled her hand from his underwear. "We can stop, okay? They probably haven't even started the first slow dance."

Frankie bit her bottom lip, falling even more in love with him as he made sure she was okay to keep going. And she did want to keep going. She nodded and gently pecked his lips. "Just... just go slow," she asked him. "I talk a big game and do a lot of flirting but I've never done this before."

Emmett gently tucked a strand of messy hair behind her ear, not wanting her to feel self-conscious or anything. After all, he came from a time when you were meant to be married before having sex. "Me either," he admitted. "I mean, I've fooled around but that feels like a lifetime ago. I'm just glad I didn't fuck up going down on you."

Frankie giggled, most of her nerves fading at his admission. "I trust you, Emmett," she said, beginning to palm him over the fabric of his underwear. "I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured against her lips, it mixing with a low moan as he bucked his hips against her hand. "So goddamn much."

When Frankie moved to take off his underwear, he covered her hands with his own to guide her. She took a long look at his throbbing cock, wondering if it would fit. She hesitantly reached for it again, stroking him a few times.

"Fuck," Emmett groaned, his forehead falling against her chest. "I want you."

"You've got me."

"It - It's gonna hurt at first," he warned her, at least knowing that much, especially since she was human. "I'll go slow. If I hurt you, I need you to tell me to stop."

"You won't hurt me," she said softly, kissing him adoringly over how much he cared about her and what she was comfortable with.

As he aligned himself at her entrance, Emmett kissed her before slowly pushing in. His eyes stayed glued to her face, watching for any signs of pain as her head fell back and her eyes closed, letting out a low, "Oh. Ohh."

She could feel her walls stretching to accommodate him, and he'd only stopped just after the tip. Slowly, Emmett rolled his hips, letting out breathy groans as the tip of his cock slid in and out, getting her used to the sensation. It was so hard to hold back, constantly having to remind himself that she was human. She was breakable.

There was more pressure the further he slid in deeper, but he peppered her with kisses and intertwined their hands, giving her something to hold onto as a distraction. Her nails dug into the back of his hand, focusing on his cold touch as she kept her eyes clenched shut.

It was when he reached the halfway point that the pain grew more than just uncomfortable, causing Frankie to inhale sharply. Emmett quickly slowed his movements and kissed her temple.

"I know, baby," he whispered in her ear. "But just a little more if you want to keep going."

Frankie held her breath for a moment, and soon, as she adjusted, her little whimpers morphed into content moans and the pain gave way to pleasure once again, letting him know he could keep going.

When the words, "You're so big," tumbled breathlessly from her lips before she bit down on his shoulder, Frankie had no idea how hard he was fighting the urge to fuck her stupid into the car until it was falling apart. He was so torn — just dying to ruin her but also caring far too much to let himself go completely.

Finally, Emmett slid deeper into her until he was all the way in, stretching her fully and filling her to the brim. Frankie let out a choked cry and screwed her eyes shut so that no tears escaped as she held her breath, trying to forget about the stretching pain.

"Hey, hey, look at me, babe," Emmett said softly, cradling her head gently. "Let me know you're okay." Frankie managed to peel her eyes open and meet his concerned, wide eyes and she nodded. "Can you breathe for me?" Frankie did breathe, wanting to do anything he asked of her. As she did so, she managed to relax around him the slightest bit. "There you go. Just like that. Can you take it?"

When Frankie just nodded, he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. "I need to hear it."

"I can take it," she murmured, kissing the pad of his thumb. "Keep going."

Emmett nodded before bracing his arms on either side of her head. She relaxed around him only to tense up once more when he moved. Emmett began to gently and slowly pull back before sliding all the way back in, creating a delicious sensation deep inside that she'd never fully felt before. Then he did it again and again, and that was all she needed to feel to know she'd never get enough of this — get enough of him.

As he picked up the pace, a cacophony of feelings built up inside of her, a mix of searing pain and complete and total ecstasy. She was being filled for the first time and had never felt so good. His name fell from her lips pleadingly in between kisses that she gave everywhere she could reach — his jaw, his shoulder, his collarbone, his lips, needing him to know how perfect it felt.

And god, Emmett was moaning in her ear, and Frankie knew the sound would play on a loop in her dreams for the rest of time. He was a mixture of groans and curses as he came undone, continuing to thrust deeper and deeper into her.

"So - fucking - tight," he grunted, teeth scraping against her collarbone, resisting the urge to bite her. He pounded harder with each word, having her cry out. "Taking me so well, my little wolf."

The second orgasm hit Frankie so suddenly that her vision went out, seeing nothing but a dark haze as it washed over her, body shaking in spasms as he continued to fuck into her roughly. His pace began to grow sloppy as he felt her walls tighten around him, squeezing him just right. Knowing he was close and against his instinct to stay inside of her, he pulled out.

Before he could do it himself, Frankie's hand wrapped around his cock and she began to stroke him at the same quick pace. It only took three before his own orgasm washed over him, it spilling out onto Frankie's stomach.

Emmett caught himself on his forearms and hovered above her, his forehead pressed to hers. And Frankie sought out his hands to hold, toying with his fingers as she stared up at him with stars in her eyes.

When Emmett suddenly laughed, she drew her eyebrows in. "What?" she asked, the corners of her lips turning up. She couldn't help but smile when he smiled.

"You put me through so much shit about asking you to the prom and we didn't even go," he told her, his dimples appearing as he grinned.

"Eh," she shrugged, leaning up to kiss him. "I think this is a much better use of our time."

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"By the Spirits, that's a lot of hickies."

"Mom," Frankie whined, looking away from her mother and instead in the direction her trailer was.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed," Elena said, chuckling. "I remember how it was to be that taken with someone. I'm just glad things are still going well. It will make the times to come easier."

Frankie sighed, realizing it was another one of those cryptic dreams, not the kind where she could just sit and enjoy her time with her mother. "What times are coming?"

"The war. They'll try and force you to take sides, Francis," she said with a frown. "But you have the power to reshape the sides if you wield it correctly."

"What sides? Like the Sharks and the Jets?" she joked, refusing to take it seriously. After all, these dreams were nothing but that — dreams.

"Well, technically," Elena said with a smirk. "Just don't forget."

"Forget what?"

"How Emmett makes you feel," she said in a gentle tone. "Don't let hatred blind you when it happens."

"When what happens?" Frankie asked, getting a little upset. How dare her mother suggest she would stop loving Emmett? "When what comes? What war? What changes? Can you just answer a question one fucking time without adding to my confusion?"

"Hmm, the temper is growing rather short," Elena noted. "Not much longer now."

"Until what?" she questioned sharply. But then her head began to throb, telling her the dream was coming to an end. "Not long until what?"

"The Beast is made free."