Author's Note: I just realized I had mentioned I had gone on a Kate/Bella binge a few updates ago, but that I never posted anything. Here's one of the works I had written while on said binge. Hope you guys like it!
It was Monday night, nine o'clock, and time to open. And Bella Swan was not pleased.
"Hey Bella, thanks again for doing this. You have no idea how much you're saving my ass," Mac said, grinning as he reached over to ruffle Bella's hair.
Letting out a low snarl, Bella slapped his hand away. "Whatever Mac, just get out of here already. And there's no way in hell I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart, got me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. And don't worry your fuzzy little butt, Bells. I'll give you a raise for this...just as soon as I have the money to," Mac promised, unconcerned with Bella's bad attitude. After all, he had lived with the big grump since she was ten; he had all but raised the kid, although at twenty two, she wasn't really a kid anymore.
"We both know that's never going to happen," Bella grumbled in complaint. She knew the bar she was now working at inside out, had all but lived in Mac's little flat on the top floor. She also knew that the bar was steadily losing money. They were kept afloat only by their small pool of regulars and the fact that Bella and Mac were the only workers there. That's right; Bella and Mac were not only bartenders, they were also the waiters, the bouncers, and the ones who had to clean up and close every night. They also both slept upstairs, and took care of the bar solo, switching work every other night. Which was why Bella was so pissed; Mac apparently had a business meeting, one that was surely going to get their bar up and running again, and Bella was now taking over the bar on a monday night, which was the most boring night of the week. Something about making this a supernatural only bar, a place where any supernatural could be themselves, blah blah blah. In Bella's opinion, that was an impossible task because of vampires alone, but who was she to tell Mac that his attempt was only going to fail?
Actually, she was definitely something, as she had told Mac this again and again. However, the man refused to listen, even running out of the room while covering his ears, singing old songs from the seventies to "block out the stupid fox's negativity." It wasn't long before his annoying voice overwhelmed Bella, and she had given up trying to tell him how stupid he was.
Then again, maybe it was stupid of Bella to try and convince the damn old werewolf that he was wrong, knowing from experience how stubborn he was. She still remembered how many nights he had kept her awake trying to fix her favorite toy when she was younger, even though Bella's own magic couldn't do it.
"Oh, stop being just a foxy loxy," Mac said. "Just you wait Bells, we're going to make this bar popular again!"
Bella didn't even try to figure out what 'foxy loxy' meant, since she knew Mac just liked things that rhymed. However, she didn't have a comeback either, and didn't really want to throw one at the man. She knew how much the bar meant to him, as it was the last reminder of what he and his wife had together before the vampires had killed her. Everything else had been burned, and Mac had told her that he was so heartbroken that he had almost followed his mate into death. However––and his eyes would always light up when he told her this part––then a dirty little fox kit came along, and Mac had found a reason to live again. Since werewolves giving birth was so rare, Mac had never had any kids, and Bella was basically the last thing he and his wife had wanted. And, while she would never admit it, Mac was what Bella also so badly craved. Bella, who had such horrible parents, who had never known what it meant to be loved and cared for, who had only known abuse...Mac was the one thing that saved her not just from her parents, but from herself.
"Just go already Mac, or you'll miss your 'meeting,'" Bella said, putting air quotes around the last word.
"Fine. Just don't break anything or anyone while I'm gone," Mac said, laughing heartily as he left. The door slammed shut behind him, the walls shaking with the force.
"Damn wolf doesn't know his own strength," Bella grumbled as she looked around the bar, making sure nothing had been cracked...again. The place was completely empty, and Bella knew it would stay that way for some time. She'd be lucky if she got more than a single customer.
"So boring," Bella groaned less than five minutes in, resting her head in her hands as she leaned her elbows on the bar. "I totally hate him for this." She straightened after a moment, looking around the empty room, trying to imagine this place filled with people. Even in her earliest memories with Mac, the bar room had only been half full, and everything Bella and Mac had done to attract people hadn't changed that. Even at their busiest now, there had never been more than ten people in the room at a time.
Bella shook her head, trying to clear away all of her darkest thoughts, and started doing things to try and keep herself occupied. She straightened all the chairs and tables, dusted everything, wiped everything down, polished the glasses, poured herself a drink, poured herself another drink, washed the glasses she had used...it was boring, unnecessary work, as she had done it all the night before and no one had come in since. But at least it kept her busy.
Time passed. First an hour, another, then another...before she knew it, it was one in the morning, and she was exhausted and a little tipsy from all of her drinking and boring work. And, of course, not a single customer had come.
"Just three more hours. Three more hours and I'm done," Bella muttered as she gulped down another drink. "Three hours...then I can go upstairs and die for the rest of the day." And then Mac better take the next day's shift, or Bella was going to kill someone.
Of course, Bella could always just close now and go to bed early, but she wouldn't do that to the man who saved her. If there was a chance of even one customer coming in, of even one cent being spent or one glass being used for someone other than Bella herself, Bella would do whatever it took. She wanted to see the old man get excited again, to see how his eyes would light up when he found out a customer had actually come into his bar.
Damn it. Bella was a sap.
It was past three, and Bella had all but fallen asleep where she stood, when the door opened. The jingling of a bell woke Bella out of her stupor, and she turned to see a blonde saunter into the room.
"Wow, talk about a slow night. Or should I say morning?" the woman asked as she looked around the place, a small smirk on her pink lips.
Bella straightened, surprised beyond belief at getting a customer, and a new one at that. The woman was tall, taller than Bella, and had straight pale blonde hair that fell to her waist. She also had golden eyes and a gorgeous face. Not to mention a body––currently covered, although not very well, in a tight black dress––that even Bella would kill to have. The woman, however, also had naturally pale skin, and Bella knew she was a vampire.
Alarm bells went off in Bella's head, and she tensed as she prepared to face the possible threat. She opened her mouth, about to say that they didn't serve vampires here, but then remembered Mac's words about the bar being a place for everyone. He had also told her that he had forgiven vampires a few years back, and Bella couldn't deny him.
The blonde's eyes glinted in amusement as she watched Bella tense then relax straight away. "Relax, I'm a vegetarian," the blonde said as she sat on the barstool in front of Bella so she could openly admire the brunette. "Although I do have a special love for pussy."
Bella felt herself relax even further, her lips quirking up in a small, half smile. For some reason, she could tell that the blonde wasn't a threat. "Too bad for you then, as the only animal we currently have is a fox."
"Hm...I've never tried fox before," the blonde said, licking her bottom lip. "Maybe I could take some to go?" As she spoke, she leaned forward, revealing her cleavage to Bella's eyes.
Bella felt a surge of arousal, and watched the vampire's eyes darken, nostrils flaring, as she scented it. Not that Bella could care, as she scented the blonde's own arousal.
That's right; vampires weren't allowed to kill other supernaturals anymore. Things had changed. And damn, was this vampire sexy. How long had it been since Bella had last gotten laid?
"Sorry, we don't cater to go," Bella said, unconsciously leaning toward the blonde. "Anything you want will have to be eaten right here."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind. I've always been one for instant gratification," the blonde purred, her eyes getting a hungry light.
"Trust me, anything I give you would take a long time to enjoy," Bella replied.
"Oh? So you're not very good then?" the blonde teased, pulling back.
Bella let out a low growl, her hand shooting out across the bar to grab the blonde's wrist and pull her closer before Bella could even think. "Wrong. You simply wouldn't be able to handle it all at once...and even then, you won't be able to get enough. You would keep on wanting more and more and more."
"Sounds tasty. And I take it we're still talking about how I'll get to taste a fox, correct?" the blonde said, a challenging fire to her eyes as she brought the wrist that still had Bella's hand wrapped around it to her lips. She opened her mouth, revealing twin fangs––white, sharp, and perfect.
"If you're good," Bella replied hoarsely, wondering how it would feel to have those fangs in her flesh. She knew it could bring about a lot of pleasure, especially during sex, and she had no fear of the vampire bleeding her dry. It was impossible for her, as her magic wouldn't allow Bella to die from bloodloss.
"Oh, cutie, I'm much more than good," the blonde replied, kissing Bella's wrist.
Bella let out a deep breath as she glanced at the clock, just another half hour until closing. "Well, since I know we're talking about the same thing, you're going to have to wait another half hour. Once we're closed…"
"And what's wrong with now?" the blonde asked, tilting her head to the side as she gazed up at Bella through half lidded eyes.
"We need money. If there's even a miniscule chance that someone can come in to order something, I'm staying open," Bella replied, surprised at her own honesty. Sure, she was horny as hell, but since when did she tell strangers anything?
"Well," the blonde said, pulling out her wallet. "What if I pay you to close early? Say...this much?" And then the blonde pulled out two one hundred dollar bills.
Bella narrowed her eyes, lips lifting in a snarl as she pulled her hand away. Yeah, she needed money, but it almost felt as if she would be selling herself. How little did this blonde think of her?
"C'mon, cutie," the blonde said, sliding the money across the bar to Bella. "If you feel that way about it, just get me drunk on two hundred dollars worth of drinks later." The blonde stood up then, leaning in so close their lips were only an inch apart. "As you can probably tell, I'm so fucking horny right now, I'll do anything to get you into bed. And you can't honestly believe someone will come this close to closing time."
Bella let out a low snarl, knowing the blonde was right. Still, she shoved the money back towards her as she hopped over the counter.
"Come back tomorrow and use that if you're really interested in getting drunk, but as for now, I ain't taking shit." Bella strode over to the front door, every step hinting at the barely contained predator within. She quickly locked the door and pulled down the blinds, so no one passing would be able to see anything inside. Then she turned towards the blonde and started to stalk towards her. The blonde's eyes widened a little, as she had thought she would be the hunter, not the prey. She was about to find out how wrong she was as she found herself caged against the bar by Bella, a hand on either side of the blonde's hips, their bodies pressed incredibly close. "And also...who said anything about a bed?"
The blonde let out a low, hungry hiss as she grabbed the back of Bella's head, pulling her into a kiss. However, she let out a sound of surprise a second later as she felt hands wrap around her wrists, and her hands were then pinned behind her.
"Now, now...somebody seems a little eager," Bella taunted, causing the vampire to let out an annoyed hiss.
"You've got to be kidding me," the blonde grumbled as she squirmed, finding the grip on her hands nearly unbreakable. She'd have to get serious in order to get out, and that wasn't what the blonde wanted. This was not part of the plan; she was the one who came on to women, and she was the one who dominated and led her partner when they were fucking. But she could tell just by looking into the bartender's eyes that the brunette had no plans for giving up control.
"Take it or leave it," Bella breathed as the tip of her nose skimmed up the vampire's neck, making the blonde shiver.
"Fine," the blonde mumbled, starting to pout, only to get sidetracked with a gasp as Bella sunk her teeth lightly into the skin at the slope of her neck.
"'Fine,' huh? So sexy," Bella teased, soothing the hard skin with her tongue. She then ran her lips up the blonde's neck until she was at the vampire's ear. She captured the earlobe with her teeth and sucked, making the blonde groan.
"You bet I am; I define the word," the blonde said, her voice a soft moan as she tilted her head for more access. Her arms strained to try to break control, as the blonde wanted to wrap her arms around the brunette, but the bartender tightened her hold with a warning growl and stopped in her ministrations. Only when the vampire relax and submit did Bella continue.
"Modest, too," Bella chuckled, nipping at the earlobe one last time before she started kissing downwards. She started at the blonde's jaw, then her neck, then her naked shoulder, her collarbone...finally pausing right above the blonde's exposed cleavage.
The blonde let out another moan, this one of frustration. "This isn't fair. What happened to letting me taste a fox?"
"Didn't I say I'd let you if you were good?" Bella replied, trying not to laugh at the sulky sound to the blonde's voice as she slid the straps of the dress down the blonde's shoulders, exposing the pale, beautiful breasts beneath. Bella licked her lips as the hand not caging the blonde's wrist grabbed the vampire's ass. She lifted the taller girl onto the counter and sat her down, making sure the dress rode up so it was now pooled around her waist.
"C'mon...at least a kiss?" the blonde asked in a soft voice, squirming as Bella's mouth captured a breast. Her head fell back when Bella's tongue circled a nipple, and once again, she had a desire to grab the bartender and pull her closer. "Ah, fuck."
Bella didn't answer; she never kissed the lips of someone she was just going to have sex with, it always felt too intimate. However, she took great pleasure in kissing other parts of the blonde's body as she fit herself between the vampire's slender legs, which tightened around her hips in a manner that seemed almost possessive.
"Jerk," the blonde complained when Bella made a big show of kissing the other breast. A moan followed as Bella once again started to give the breast the attention she had given the first. She pressed her core against Bella's stomach, but Bella didn't relent or change the focus of her attention despite the blonde's clear, hot desire. "Sadistic fucker, too," she added when she tried to grind against Bella's stomach, only for Bella to pull away.
"That's me," Bella replied wickedly, but gave into the blonde's need just a little by pressing her palm against the vampire's core.
"Yessss," the blonde hissed, her hips moving to press harder, only to groan in disappointment when Bella again pulled back. "Aw, c'mon!"
"Stop complaining or I'll stop," Bella replied, nearly panting with her own need as she fought to not just give in to the need to fuck the other girl senseless. However, it wasn't a desire she could ignore for long, as Bella's hand slipped into the blonde's underwear a moment later. Damn, for a cold vampire, her center was beyond hot.
"Yes yes yes, please. Please," the blonde begged, pressing closer. There wasn't a thought about control, about trying to swap their positions, about anything besides the thought of having the brunette's strong fingers inside of her.
It was the plea that did it for Bella. She pushed two fingers into the blonde's wet heat, and the vampire felt like she was about to come on the spot. Her entire body shuddered and bowed towards the brunette, crying out against Bella's shoulder.
Bella let out a low rumble of pleasure, ready to fuck the vampire's brains out, when her watch's alarm sounded.
"What? What is it? You can't stop," the blonde said as Bella's fingers withdrew and the vampire's wrists were released. The vampire's body had never felt so hot, and she had never felt so needy. There was no way in hell that the bartender was going to get away without fucking her senseless.
"My boss is going to be home in ten minutes," Bella said with a soft sigh, pushing the hand that hadn't been inside the blonde through her hair.
"Then you better fuck me quickly," the blonde said, using her arms and legs to wrap around the brunette and pull the girl into her body.
"Nope, not gonna happen," Bella said, resisting the girl's pulls.
"You can't just leave me like this," the blonde said, a touch desperately. Of course, she knew that the bartender could leave her if she really wanted to, but it would be the cruelest thing this vampire had ever experienced––and in over a thousand years of life, she had seen quite a bit of cruelty.
However, the blonde found herself to be quite relieved when the brunette said, "Of course not." With that said, Bella bent at the waist, wrapped her arms around the vampire, and threw her over her shoulder.
"Damn it, wait! What are you, a caveman?" the blonde squeaked, only to quiet her complaints as she found herself staring at a seriously sexy butt. "Never mind, I'm good." She made sure to grab a handful of Bella's ass, letting out a purr of pleasure.
Bella shook her head at the blonde's antics as she carried the vampire up the stairs and into her room. The vampire did seem a little on the weird side, and hopefully, that would transfer into some freakiness in bed––and that bed, of course, would be hers.
"Oh boy, Bella's going to kill me," Mac muttered to himself as he hurried back towards the bar. He checked his phone with a bit of confusion, as when he was late, Bella would text him demanding which gutter his hairy ass had fallen into. However, there wasn't a single text despite how late Mac was, and that wasn't normal for his fox.
He quickly unlocked the bar's door and stepped inside, to find that Bella wasn't waiting for him. Perhaps upstairs? Yet when Mac locked the bar's door and headed up towards where their apartment was, he found that Bella wasn't in the living room, or the kitchen either. Mac felt a little pang of guilt; maybe he had been working Bella harder than he had thought.
Wondering if she was okay, he walked over to her bedroom, only to hesitate. He was so worried that he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings, but now that he was this close, the heavy scent of vampire was unmistakable.
For a moment, panic set in as he remembered what had happened to his wife, and he couldn't help but open the door. He had only opened the door a crack when the aroma of spent passion all but smacked him in the face, and he paused in shock to catch sight of Bella sleeping in bed with a blonde vampire next to her, both thankfully under the covers. The vampire was propped up on her elbow, paused in mid-caress with her fingers lingering on Bella's face as she looked up at Mac with a humorous glint in her eyes.
"Hey. Do you need something?" the blonde asked with a smirk, her thumb absently stroking Bella's cheek.
"Ah, no, I…Bella...she waits...worried..." A flustered Mac quickly but quietly shut the door, face dark red in embarrassment as he realized the state he had just caught Bella in. He struggled with a mix of pride and happiness that Bella had at least found someone she could be physically intimate with, but also a mix of overprotective papa wolf, as Bella was a daughter to him, and he didn't like the thought of his daughter having sex, especially so young. Maybe when she was a hundred years old...that was old enough, right?
It was only when he fell into his own bed, ready for exhaustion to take him, that he was hit by a realization. Eyes snapping open, he turned in the direction of Bella's bedroom in shock as he realized he recognized that vampire.
Oh boy. This was going to be a lot more complicated than Mac thought.