WHO: Embry and Rachel. WHAT: On an inside date. WHEN: Backdated to yesterday, November 9. WHERE: Embry's house. RATING: TBA. STATUS: Incomplete.
That morning had pretty much marked the last time Embry was telling his mother anything ever. She had mentioned, after their talk the night before, that she was planning to go and visit the people who had helped her through her pregnancy at the Makah reservation, leaving him alone in the house and Embry, ever the good son, had asked permission to have Rachel over. His mother had said yes, but she had returned that morning while he was making pancakes with an unopened pack of Trojan condoms and a warning not to do anything she'd been on the receiving end of.
Needless to say, Embry was appropriately traumatized.
He'd hidden the box of condoms in the laundry hamper, but then, on second thought, had just put them in his room where they belonged. There was no point in hiding them. The next time he and Rachel phased at the same time, she'd know, and either way he was going to be embarrassed. Jared might have been suffering from the world's worst case of blue balls, but he'd probably wring Embry's neck if he knew that Embry could, theoretically, be getting some and wasn't. And Jared didn't need another reason to wring his neck.
He'd made risotto because it was easy and tasty and had stuffed the fridge full of ice cream for desert. He was going to need all that energy to kick Rachel's ass at video games. Which he would... if he cheated.