Rosalie giggled and ran her fingers through her hair, the wet silky strands flowing between her fingers smoothly. "I think that's a matter of opinion, baby," she grinned. She bent slightly to slip her feet back into her heels and looked over at him with a smile. "Hmm, I didn't think you'd mind too much if I ran back to the house with a wet top," she giggled.
She straightened back up, and smoothed out her clothes as he dressed as best he could. Her jeans were damp in places that water was still clinging to her pale skin, but were dry for the most part. Her blouse was clinging to her a bit tighter than usual, the outline of her bra somewhat visible through the thin fabric. "I'm thinking Seattle," she said, stepping over to him to kiss him softly, "I don't want to go too far." She took his hand and stepped back, "But for now, you need clothes," she giggled.
And with that, she took off running, knowing he had absolutely no problem keeping up with her. If anything, he was going slow so she could keep up with him. He never ran to his full potential unless they were playing or he was carrying her. It didn't take them long to reach the house, but as they started towards the front, she caught scent of someone in the living room, and instead steered him around the side until they were standing under their open bedroom window. She gave his hand one last squeeze before letting. She leapt up the distance, landing gracefully inside with a soft thump
By the time Emmett had jumped in, which wasn't very long after, she'd already chosen what to wear. "I'll be out in a moment," she smiled, making her way to the en-suite bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse. Once inside, she stripped off the rest of her clothes, and slipped the black lace panties up her pale, smooth legs before stepping into the dress. From the waist down to her feet, the skirt of the dress was tight around her long, slender legs, slits coming up to her knees in the dark leopard print. From the waist up, the halter top dipped into a plunging V-neck, the black mock lace contrasted perfectly against her pale skin.
Standing in front of the mirror, her make up was simple. Dark chocolate brown liner and soft brown eyeshadow to make her gold eyes pop out under layers of mascara on her lashes. She used only a touch of lip gloss for a little color before turning her attention to her hair. She pinned the sides back elegantly with a bronze clip and stepped back to examine her reflecting. Satisfied, she stepped out of the bathroom, and made her way to the closet to slip on her black heels before turning to Emmett, who was now fully dressed, with a smile. "I'm ready."
Hand in hand, they made their way downstairs together, slipping out through the garage door and into the car. She laid back against the seat, crossing her legs in the tight material as he started the car. Once on their way, she reached over for his hand, lacing their fingers together.