2AN: Don't own Twilight and any mistakes are my own.
Playlist
Dissolve by Absofacto (this was the original inspiration when I was on a flight somewhere for the holiday and got the bug to write)
Euclid by Sleep Token
It Will Come Back by Hoizer
Lavender and Velvet by Alina Baraz
Embry POV
I shoved my way through the sardine packed sweaty bodies on the dance floor. I was looking for salvation in a stiff drink. And I know, not the best way to deal with your problems, but what else was I supposed to do with my first Friday newly single?
I stepped up when the next person moved away after getting their drink. The bartender… bartendress? The chick mixing drinks like a potions master. Either way, her brown eyes skim over me before asking me my drink order.
"Double shot of Jameson neat with a shot of pickle juice on the side." She lifts an eyebrow at me. "Please."
She grabs a tumbler glass from a shelf below the bar top before turning to take the whiskey in her free hand and pouring me a generous helping. Next she reaches for the pickle jar next to the olives and strains juice into a tall shot glass.
I hand her a twenty before slamming the Jameson and chasing it with the pickle juice.
"Another?" Her voice blends into the base blaring from the sound system.
I look over my shoulder at the writhing sea of bodies as I consider it before ultimately accepting with a nod.
Sliding onto the barstool I nurse the next drink watching the witch work her magic as patrons come and go for the next thirty minutes. It's perfectly mind-numbing watching her repetitive movements. When the last drop burns down my throat I slide off the stool and bump into a pretty blonde wearing a tight top and even tighter pants.
"My goodness. I'm so sorry." Her words sound like she's talking with a mouth full of marbles, obviously a tourist with some southern drawl. A delicate hand lands on my bicep before giving it a squeeze. "I didn't see you there, you alright?"
Weather it was the alcohol or her perfume, I felt a little light headed. She seems pretty enough… but I can't bring myself to flirt with her.
"My bad." I say before stepping out of her reach and hauling ass to the exit.
Bella POV
A week and a half later the man with the pickle preference is back in my bar.
"It's an odd request I haven't gotten before." I explain when I put his drink down before he has the chance to even ask for it. I clocked him the moment he walked through the door.
Hard not to notice him when he towers over almost everyone else in here with his perfectly sun kissed skin and eyes so brown they're almost black. His muscles, the fabric of his cotton long sleeved shirt clings to him like a second skin highlighting every perfect ridge. And it might just be the delulu but I swear I can smell him over the scent of cigarettes and alcohol that always hangs in the air here.
"Should I feel special?" His question brings my eyes back to his face.
"Do you?" I ask instead of answering.
"You remembered me, hard not to feel some type of way."
I smirk at him before turning to the newcomer and moving on.
Mister Pickle is gone before I make it back down the bar. All that's left is another tip hiding under the bottom of the cup.
Embry POV
A month later, I'm walking through the produce section of the grocery store when I hear a bright, "Mister Pickle!"
Assuming it's someone else being spoken to, I tie off the bag of Granny Smith apples in my hands before placing them into the red shopping cart.
A hand on my forearm stops me from wheeling the cart forward.
"Sorry," I follow the pale hand as it retracts before meeting the eyes of the person it's attached to. "I've been calling you Mister Pickles in my head."
If it's possible, the Drink Witch looks even better in the middle of the afternoon running her errands than the handful of times I've seen her at the bar. She's bare faced with glasses I didn't know she needs sitting low on her nose. Her long chocolate tresses pulled back into a loose ponytail with wild whisps framing her face. She's wearing a gray oversized Peninsula Pirates sweatshirt from the local college in Port Angeles over black leggings.
I'm well aware, logically, she's always had legs, but this is the first time I've really seen them. While her height puts the top of her head at my chest, making her probably almost a foot under my six foot three and a half (can't forget the half) inches, she's all legs. Legs that look thick and strong… The kind of thighs a guy wouldn't mind suffocating between.
"Drink Witch." It comes out before my brain can catch up with my mouth. "That's what I've been calling you in my head. Because watching you mix drinks is like watching a witch mix potions." It all tumbles out before I can stop it, making a fool of myself.
The huge grin that lights up her face almost makes it worth the embarrassment.
"I like it." She says before extending the same hand I can still feel tingles in my forearm from and officially introducing herself. "I'm Bella."
"Embry Call." I give her my name before I wrap my hand around hers.
Bella's hand is rougher than I expected and calloused along her palm. The shake is warm and firm before my hand is quickly released.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your grocery shopping." She motions to the mostly empty cart before picking up a basket near her feet I hadn't noticed. "I just wanted to say 'hi' when I saw you on my way to checkout."
She's got a frozen veggie lasagna for one, a pint of Ben Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream, and a bottle of some sort of pinkish wine in her basket.
"Period plus a night off equals binging my favorite show, Gilmore Girls, and vegging out on my sofa." Bella explains when she notices where my eyes have drifted.
"Sounds like a good night."
"Aside from the whole death by period portion of the evening, yeah." She gives an easy laugh and shrugs her shoulders.
"Do you have someone who usually keeps you company on nights like these?" I ask. Feeling entirely unsubtle, I add, "Like a friend or something?"
I swear her eyes twinkle before she responds.
"Why? Are you volunteering?"
"I think I could be up for it." I pause before gesturing at her basket. "We've gotta add a few things to the haul though."
I don't know what surprises me more, that Bella, the Drink Witch, drives an old Harley Sprint or that I drive my car behind her to follow her home.
Probably the motorcycle. Most definitely.
Bella POV
Dinner and ice cream become a regular thing with Embry. First, under the guise of continuing to watch Gilmore Girls together on my days off. Which leads to random texts during my bar shift about whether or not he should be team Dean or Jess, and then team Jess or Logan. It's our first fight, because obviously team Jess.
Getting through my favorite show leads to showing me his favorite, Band of Brothers. It's also the first time we hang out at his home on the Quileute Reservation. Which leads to our first accidental sleepover. Then our first on purpose sleepover.
Six months later and we've somehow spent nearly every available moment together. It's so easy being friends with Embry, I sometimes forget we haven't known each other for years. And that's what we are, friends.
Friends.
Until I wake up next to him in my bed one seemingly normal Thursday morning.
We'd spent the sunny Wednesday hiking in Olympic National Park before coming back to my house to make butter chicken and homemade naan together. Even falling asleep in the same bed was normal at this point…but when I woke up this morning to Embry's sleepy eyes and pouty lips, I just… morning breath be damned, I need to know how they feel pressed against my own.
I could blame it on sleep, or being incoherent, but those lips have driven me crazy since the moment he asked for a damn shot of pickle juice. Something I now keep regularly stocked in my fridge.
I thought he might freeze up, but as I drag his bottom lip between my teeth, Embry melts into me.
A large hand hooks behind my knee to haul me onto his lap under the duvet. I've felt his morning wood pressed against my ass before, the man is a perpetual big spoon, but this is the first time it's been pressed directly up against my center.
Embry always runs the temperature of a furnace and I want to feel his skin on mine. Pressing my hands into his firm bare chest I sit up and toss off the t-shirt of his I stole last night. Slow hands skim up my waist, his thumbs brushing the skin beneath my breasts.
"Please Embry, touch me." I beg, pulling his hands onto my breasts as I rub my myself against his shaft.
"Fuck." He groans, voice thick with sleep and desire, before teasing my nipples into firm peaks. His hooded eyes are locked on my chest. "You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this moment, Bella."
"Why didn't you-" I'm interrupted when he pinches and pulls on my nipples.
"You know I was just out of a relationship." He crunches up and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Shifting back slightly I cradle his head to my chest.
"And now?" I barely recognize the sultry voice that comes out. I pull the elastic off the end of his braid I did before bed last night, and card my fingers through his long soft hair.
He releases my nipple with a pop and looks up into my eyes as he wraps his arms around my waist. Embry gives me the same sheepish smile he does when he steals the last piece of pizza and responds, "I thought I'd been friend zoned."
"If anyone was friend zoned, it was me." I grumble before nipping his bottom lip and giving a gentle tug to the hair at the base of his neck, drawing a sharp breath from him. "Embry, do you want me?" I whisper the words against his parted lips.
"Please." He whimpers. "Please, Bella."
"I wanna taste myself on your tongue." I push against his chest and he falls back into the pillows. "Do you want that?"
"Fuck, yes." His fingers slide into the waistband of the boxers I stole from his place a few weeks ago. Batting his hand away, I slide off the edge of the bed.
"Strip." I instruct him as I do the same.
The thick glistening head of his uncut cock bobs before settling against his stomach and my mouth waters in anticipation.
"Are you okay with facesitting?" I ask, not breaking eye contact with his cock. It twitches and he clutches below the tip, squeezing firmly as pre-cum drips from the slit and onto his clenching abs.
"More than okay." He groans and my eyes finally flick up to see his squeezed shut. Unable to resist, I lean over his body and clean the cum off of his skin with a slow lick. I place a soft kiss on his tip before getting on the bed and climbing up his body.
Straddling Embry's chest, I grip his chin softly and direct his head back. "Hands behind your head handsome, and let me see those pretty eyes." Obsidian irises burn as he looks up at me. As he obeys me. "Such a good boy."
His eyes flare before they narrow at me in defiance. When he opens his mouth, no doubt to protest, I press my fingers to his lips. "You want to taste me, right?" When he nods, I encourage him with a soft smile. "Good boys get rewarded."
I replace my fingers with a soft kiss before I turn to straddle his face. Giving myself the perfect view down his strong body. I tuck my feet above his shoulders and settle his hands on my thighs before I say, "Tap if you need to breathe." And lower myself onto his mouth.
The groan Embry releases when his tongue drags through my wetness sends a shiver up my spine. My head tips back and my hips roll, grinding against his face as the heat builds in my center. I'm lost to the feeling of him until several taps have me shifting back to look down at his flushed face.
"You okay?" I check in with him.
"Fantastic." He moans. I brush the hair off his forehead before leaning forward to kiss his chest. His hand settles on my back as he pants. "I was so close to cuming."
Well then… I smile into his chest before glancing down the ridges of muscle to see the puddle forming. A constant dribble of precum leaking down the side of his cock the cause.
"You taste so fucking good." He whimpers before pulling my pussy back over his mouth and diving in. A thick finger pushes into me, ramping up my pleasure.
"Fuck, don't stop, Embry." I grind my clit against the flat of his tongue. The combination is close to sending me over the edge. I just need something.
"Shit-fuck." He pulls away with a surprised gasp when my hand wraps around the base of his cock to give him a lazy pump. It jumps and twitches in my grasp before he groans, "God damn, I'm cuming." And buries his face back in my pussy concentrating his focus into sucking on my clit and pumping his finger.
When my hand is thoroughly coated in his spend, and his cock is no longer throbbing, I release him and sit back.
"There." I groan when he hits the perfect spot after adding a second finger. Reaching back with my clean hand I fist his hair to hold his head in place. "Fuck, that's so good. Right there, baby."
Embry nips at my clit before giving it a hard suck and I fly off the edge into bliss.
When I register the soft kisses to the insides of my thighs, and can feel my limbs again, I collapse onto the bed next to him and pull him into a deep kiss.
"I do taste good on your tongue."
AN: Happy holidays and thanks for reading guys!
For those of you who've read my other one shot, I AM working on adding to it. I just want to finish it before I publish any of it because I can be sensitive to criticism, and I don't want that to prevent me from posting.