Home Alone.

Edward/Rosalie.

“You couldn't kiss me like that and not mean it just a teensy bit,” Rosalie said, walking too close to Edward. Her breath was too close to his neck, her eyes too close to his. Everything about her was too close. He could hardly contain himself, but she didn't know. She wanted to know what was going on with their own relationship, if it could be called that.

“Meet the greatest actor in the world!” Edward exclaimed sarcastically, turning to her with his arms outstretched. “I'd rather kiss a tarantula.” He turned back around, hurrying back down the hall. Rosalie was right at his heels.

“You don't mean that,” Rosalie said. “It was obviously something.”

“It was nothing,” Edward said. It truly wasn't – just something that happened spur of the moment. At least, he told himself that. He was in love with Isabella Swan, the human girl, the one he wanted so badly to be with forever. What he felt for Rosalie... it wasn't anything.

“We both know that's a lie,” Rosalie said, grabbing Edward by the arm and turning him to face her. She got too close to him, like she was going to kiss him. Edward couldn't move away, torn between his desire to lean in and his desire to leave. “You feel something for me, and I want you to say it outright. Tell me how you feel!”

“I don't feel anything for you,” Edward said, pushing her away and walking to the nearest door. It was the bathroom that was never used except for when Bella was over. Rosalie banged on the door, but Edward wouldn't listen. He paced the floor.

“Why are you running away from me?” Rosalie whispered through the door. “Why are you denying your feelings for me?” Edward yanked the door open and grabbed Rosalie by the hair. He got close enough to kiss her, and he leaned in, ready to kiss her, but he stopped before it got that far.

“Why must you insist that I have feelings for you?” Edward asked. Rosalie took a long time to exhale, making Edward itch to kiss her again. They were alone in the house, nobody but them. It would be too easy to do it, too easy to not get caught.

“You haven't denied it yet,” Rosalie said, a smile on her face. Her face was beautiful, painfully so. He wanted so badly to wake up to that face every morning, to have his own fallen angel like Emmett did. But that was why he loved Bella. She was everything that Rosalie wasn't; average, polite, nothing special.

Edward growled and leaned in just a little bit more, moving his body closer to hers. Rosalie moved her hips forward, her eyes locked on Edward's. It was like a sick game of chicken, like how they had first fucked that morning. They tested to see how much temptation from the other they could stand, and Rosalie was making it hard to resist with her dirty thoughts.

He pushed her away and stalked off to his room. Rosalie watched him go, a disappointed look on her face. She followed him after he slammed the door and stopped at the door to his room, knocking lightly; no answer. She put her lips to the door and closed her eyes, like she could kiss Edward through it.

Finally, when she heard Emmett's car pull into the drive way, she moved away and ran down the stairs and into the arms of her husband, the one man who didn't deny his feelings for her.