Disclaimer: Do we really need to do this? Is Stephenie Meyer really going to sue all the Fanficcers? Anyway Twilight is hers, and if she wasn't a boring Mormon then maybe Alice and Bella would have got it on.
Summary.
Pairing: Alice/Bella
Rating: M for sexual content. Anything else is boring. M rating with no sex is cruel. Looking at you, Hollowgo.
Universe: alternate obviously since it's Bellice, the Twilight story remains canon until the end of Eclipse
Sensitive stuff: Lesbian relationship, bad language, references to Rosalie's rape and sexual abuse however no graphic details
The title comes from the song Galaxy of the Lost by Florence of the Machine
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Chapter One. Rise and shine.
It's 7am, almost time to get up. I've been awake for awhile though.
I'm sitting in bed, watching my baby pretend to be asleep. She is curled up, eyes squeezed shut, her hands balled up in fists, blankets right up to her chin.
So cute.
Her eyelids flutter and she makes funny little expressions and sleepy noises.
Every so often she mumbles something incoherent.
"Is it my birthday? You shouldn't have!"
"Mmm, Victoria you are a bitch but you sure know how to dress."
"Thankyou, I WILL have a nice day!"
"Is that Prada?"
"Mmhh, no Edward. You are a douche."
"Was I speeding Officer?"
She rolls over, throwing her arms out. "Noooo, miiiine!" She screws up her face, waves her arms like she's fighting something, then curls up into a ball.
She's quiet for a few minutes, then starts again.
"Seriously Victoria, you're kind of hot."
"Evil, but hot."
"Don't touch my bunny Rosalie."
"But the sign said fifty percent off!"
"Such a douche Edward."
"No Officer, it was like that when I got here."
"I still can't believe Doogie Howser is gay."
"Touch my baby again and I swear I will end you!"
"DOUCHE. BAG."
"Waffles!"
So. Freakin. Cute.
Finally, after watching her in amusement and shaking my head at some of her more nonsensical comments, I poke her in the ribs. "Time to get up darling."
"I don't want to go to school today mommy!"
I poke her again. "I'm not your mommy, and it's still time to get up. You have to go to work."
"No! It's comfy and warm and I'm not getting up!" She pulls the covers over her head. I tug them off of her and snicker as she writhes around in her singlet and underwear, shivering.
"I'm coooooooold!" she protests and dives under the covers head first, so that only her tiny feet are sticking out.
"You're always cold babycakes," I roll my eyes at her. We go through this routine every morning.
"Mmnnh I want waffles!" I hear her muffled reply.
I get up, yanking the covers off the bed as I go, and pull the curtains open violently. "Nooooo, too bright!" she wails, as the sunlight causes a mirror ball of glittering prisms around our bedroom while she thrashes around on the bed like a crazy person.
"Get UP."
"It's too early! I'm tired, need coffee!" she whines.
She's not a morning person.
Or at least, she pretends not to be.
"Mmm, ok, anything for my sleepy little angel," I placate her, kissing her forehead and ruffling her adorably messed up bedhair. She grunts and swats me away.
"Nooo, that's my horsey," she mumbles into the mattress as I leave the room. Where does she get this stuff?
I hum to myself as I put the coffee maker on for myself, and take her special blend from the fridge to warm up. I can still hear her muttering in the bedroom.
"You must be loca, chica!"
"Pineapple!"
"Werewolves are stinky!"
She's nuts. But she's my nut.
As I carry our cups back into the bedroom, I see she has retrieved the covers from the floor and has buried herself under them, in a giant bedding mountain over her head. Any normal person would not be able to breathe under there.
Setting the cups down, I pull the pile off her again, setting off both the sparkly light show and a fresh set of complaints from my melodramatic baby.
"No, no, NO." She pounds her little fists on the mattress.
"Here, your coffee, grumpyface."
She sits up, rubbing her eyes. "Yay, coffee in bed! You're the best girlfriend in the world!"
I hand her the lukewarm cup. "Damn right I am. And don't you forget it."
"Neveeeerrr! You're the bestest and I wuv you!"
"Just drink the coffee."
She grins and takes a sip. "Oooh, this is different today! What's this?"
"It's lamb's blood. The butcher ran out of your usual pigblood. I swear he thinks I'm some kind of serial killer mental case, buying fricken blood all the time like a weirdo."
"You ARE a weirdo!" she giggles. "Just tell him you're a vampire!"
"Good one Alice. That's a really great idea." I roll my eyes at her and shake my head. It's hard to believe this tiny, giggling little creature in my bed is almost 100 years old. You'd think more like 13 the way she carries on.
"The best way to hide the truth is to just put it out there I say," she announces, her eyebrows raised like she's just said something incredibly wise.
"I am not telling the butcher I'm a vampire Alice!"
"Well then let him think you are a total creeper then Bella!"
"Yeah, cos telling him I'm a vampire won't make him think I'm a creeper at all. Good plan."
Alice bursts into another fit of giggles. "Creepy old Bella the vampire girl! It's true anyway. You're a big creeper with a vampire for a girlfriend. You're a big gay lesbian creeper, the creepiest creeper of them all!" She laughs so hard she begins to roll around.
"Stop that! You'll spill the blood on the sheets! And, they're like new and have threadcounts and shit."
"What, like this?" She begins to shake the cup, her eyes challenging me to stop her.
"Don't you dare!"
"Or what?" Alice mocks me in a singsong voice, balancing the cup on one finger like a basket ball.
"I'll have to punish you," I say in my most serious tone of voice.
She tips the cup upside down. I lunge for it and wrestle it out of her hands.
It was empty.
"Why you little!" I toss the cup and pounce on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the bed. She squeals and struggles like she wants to get away. We both know she could easily overpower me, even throw me across the room if she wanted. But we also both know she won't.
My babygirl never knew a human life, and it's so important to her to make believe she has one. If that includes fake sleeping, morning "coffee" and pretending to be weaker than my sorry human ass, then I am more than happy to indulge her.
There's nothing I wouldn't do for her.
"Come here you!" I squeeze her hands together and crush my mouth against hers. She squirms like she's still trying to escape my clutches, then suddenly relaxes like she's given up, and starts kissing me back.
With one hand still holding her wrists together, the other one slowly makes its way down her body, stopping at her belly. With one finger, I trace little circles around her perfectly flat stomach.
"Mmeh," she says, looking at me with big eyes.
"You have been a bad girl."
"Yup."
"Officer Bella needs to punish you."
"Meep!"
My finger drags lower, tracing the edge of her panties. "Ok, I gotta ask, why do you put your underwear on to sleep, when you know I'm only going to take them off?"
"I was cold," she says simply.
"You're a VAMPIRE."
"A vampire who gets cold. And also likes designer underwear. These are Victoria's Secret I'll have you know."
"DON'T mention that name around me! I swear you had a thing for Victoria! These are going to have to come off, I will not have that redheaded hussy in my bedroom!" With that I pull them down roughly while she squeals and kicks. I slingshot them across the room, then turn back and catch my breath.
Okay, now she has the advantage. The sight of her bare in front of me makes my mouth literally start watering and I let out an involuntary grunt of pleasure.
"Mmm, like what you see huh?" Alice spreads her legs, improving my view. She's perfect. Completely perfect. From her small but firm breasts still hidden by the white babydoll singlet, to her toned stomach, her slender arms, to the glistening slit between her legs, she is utterly, utterly perfect.
And mine.
She grins up at me, showing that adorable dimple in her left cheek, butterscotch eyes twinkling mischievously.
Oh I'll show her. I lower my face between her slim thighs and place a hard lick right from her entrance all the way up. She yelps and her hips buck towards me.
Yeah, not so cheeky now.
I smile, then slide my tongue into her, tasting her from the inside. She's so deliciously wet already. My hands hold her legs open, stroking little patterns on her creamy white flesh. She's already begun to moan, and I only just started.
Even after all these years, I can't believe I'm going down on a vampire. A real, blood drinking mythical creature of the night right here in my bed, twisting around and making sexy little sounds as my tongue pleasures her.
I love that I can do this to her. I love that I can make her so wet. I love that I know exactly how to please her, how to get her off and make her scream. It's amazing to me. She's not even human! And as humans go, I'm pretty ordinary. But yet, here we are.
I swirl my tongue around her, avoiding the place she wants it most. I love the frustrated little grunts she makes.
As my licking intensifies, she struggles for breath, panting hard. Which I always find odd, since she doesn't even need to breathe. But she always does it when she's about to come. She says she can't control it.
She's not grinning anymore; the smug look has been replaced with desperation. She's close, she's very close but I'm not quite letting her have it yet. She says she hates when I tease her, but she comes so much harder when I do. So I figure it's worth it.
"Please...p-please Bella," she whimpers. Aw, my poor baby. I'm so cruel.
"What do you need baby? Tell me how you want it," I whisper huskily.
"My...my c...my clit...please Bella, my clit," she sobs.
How can I possibly deny her?
I raise my tongue and flick it lightly against the swollen pink bud. "Like this?"
She gasps. "Oh god yeah."
"How bout this?" I wrap my lips around her clit and begin to suck. Her hips thrust forward into my mouth.
"OH FUCK YES!"
I love it when she swears.
I suck as hard as I can, knowing I can't possibly hurt her. I keep sucking until she begins to scream uncontrollably.
"Oh god Bella, oh god don't stop don't STOP!"
As if I would.
Her screaming reaches a level that starts to hurt my eardrums. I pull her thighs against my ears, blocking them and holding tight as she begins to thrash. This is dangerous, I know it, one wrong move and she could literally crush me to death. She is completely out of control right now and she could so easily forget her own strength.
But I trust my baby. She has never hurt me before and I know she won't now. She rides out her orgasm with a final ear splitting scream, her hips pushing me backward until I'm sitting up, trying hard to hold on to her. Then she drops back down with a satisfied sigh. I cease my licking and place several slow kisses on her still twitching sex as she recovers.
"Fuck Bella...seriously, fuck." Her eyes open and she looks down at me as I grin back up at her, very pleased with myself.
"Language, missy!" I scold her.
"You're the one who taught me to swear. I was a good girl before you."
I laugh and begin crawling up her body until my face is beside hers. She wraps her skinny little arms around my neck and kisses my temple.
"You were never good Alice." I snuggle into her cool neck.
"Just a superficial brat, right?"
"Shut up."
She chuckles and twists her fingers into my long hair. I lift my head and kiss her gently.
"My little creeper," she murmurs into my mouth.
"My weird little vampire girl."
God I love her.