A Repaired Heart

A/N:

Hey you guys! Well, since it's Thanksgiving, I decided to give you all a one-shot or two. I'm working hard on my other long term stories, but I don't exactly know where the next chapter will go, so I decided just to write a one shot. This is just a brief story, with a lemon in it. So, beware, sex scene included.

Story: Twilight

Pairing: Bella/Rosalie

Disclaimer: I'm not the owner of Twilight or anything affiliated with it. I do, however, own the computer I'm writing this on, as well as the storyline. For if I did own Twilight it would be quite difference, for one, it would be a femslash story xD

Bella was confused. More than confused actually. Confounded is more the word. She thought Edward was the one. She thought that Jacob actually cared for her. She thought that Alice was her best friend. Most importantly, she thought that Rosalie hated her. All of these thoughts, except for one, were lies.

Edward. He didn't even care for her. She was broken over this one. She thought that he would be the one to turn her. She was irrevocably in love with him. At least she thought that it was love. Looking back on it, she realized that Edward was simply dazzling her. He didn't care at all for her, just the idea of her. Her blood, her scent, all of her, but not her personality, or her wellbeing, he cared nothing about that.

Jacob. She was horrified that Jacob didn't care anymore. She found out that he was a bear sized wolf. She found out that he killed vampires. She found out that he had to keep the secret. And most importantly she found out that he didn't care about her. He had found his secret; it was half her fault, and half Paul's fault. But whoever's fault it was, he no longer cared. He told her to get out, he told her to never come back, he told he didn't care anymore and he never wanted to see her again.

Alice. Her overly hyper, shopping crazed, perky best friend. Or at least that's what she thought. Alice had just dropped her like the rest of Cullens, without so much as a good bye. Bella supposed that she had just led her on, for the sake of her brother, not because she actually cared. Alice, whom she thought of as a sister, of whom she loved deeply, of whom didn't care anymore. Bella couldn't imagine how Alice could no longer care, but she didn't. No good bye, no nothing. Bella felt broken, she felt betrayed, and she even felt lost. The Cullens had been her guidance, her rock, and the constant in her life that was always there. And now it was gone, without a trace, except for her memories.

Rosalie. This was the one thing Bella was sure of. That Rosalie had left, not caring. She was probably that one to jump to agree with Edward to leave. Bella hoped that maybe Alice and the others had protested, but then again, she wasn't sure of anything any more. Rosalie, the queen bitch, the girl who hated her, just because of what she carried in the veins, and the girl of her dreams. Yes, Bella had harbored a romantic passion for Rosalie. Though she never showed it, even while she was with Edward, Bella had loved Rosalie. The tall leggy blonde, who had captured her heart, the one who she knew, would never return her feelings, the one who had swept her off her feet by just looking at her, was gone from her life too.

Weeks Later

Bella was still heart broken, still dying inside, still confused. She didn't know what to do, even weeks later her thoughts still drifted to Rosalie and the rest of the Cullens, occasionally Jacob. Deep down she knew she would never see the Cullens again, but she always hoped. Always hoped that someday they would return, and see what they had caused. See her broken, decrepit form, a shell of her former self. She knew she would most likely be this way for the rest of her life. Alone, waiting for something just outside her grasp.

Suddenly she heard a knocking at the door. She knew it was probably one of Charlie's friends to watch the game, or maybe even one of her friends checking up on her again. They did weekly. She told them she was fine, that she was getting by, that she wasn't lying. But she knew she was, she was far from fine. She was dying inside, her heart shattered in pieces, mind reeling, body shaking, eyes bloodshot from crying. Anyone could see that she wasn't fine, but she wouldn't admit it.

The person outside knocked again, more impatiently this time. Bella sighed, if they didn't go away, she figured they probably wouldn't. She rose from the windowsill she had been sitting on, and slowly crept downstairs. She dreaded opening the door; she didn't want to face anyone who was outside. When she opened the door she gasped. The person standing on the other side was the person she least expected.

Rosalie. Why would she be here? They left town, left they lives here, left her. Rosalie hated her, and Bella loved her, she couldn't help but think this was almost heart breaking, if only her heart wasn't already shattered into pieces.

"R.. Rosalie. What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Bella stammered awkwardly, gesturing her inside.

"Bella, I had to see you. May we talk privately? There's some things that we need to talk about." Rosalie said in her velvety voice. Bella thought is was the best sound in the world, after weeks of silence, weeks of being alone, here was a Cullen, albeit not the one she would have ever expected.

"Uhm, sure. Let's go upstairs." Bella stuttered again, leading her upstairs. She led them to her room, and shut the door. Bella sat on her bed, Rosalie beside her.

"Bella, I know it's probably not the best thing that I'm here right now. I know you're shocked, most likely even hurt that I'm the one to be here. I honestly don't blame you for it. We left you high and dry. Cold turkey if you will. For that, my family, even I am sincerely sorry. We all feel deeply horrible, Edward included." Bella's heart lurched at the mention of Edward. She couldn't even here his name anymore without visibly flinching.

"Why are you here Rosalie? I know it must not be easy for you, why didn't E.. I mean Alice come. Why you? I know you dislike me." And Bella thought it was the truth, she thought that Rosalie really did hate her. She thought that Rosalie hated being there with her, thought that someone forced her to be there, thought that Rosalie felt nothing for the girl. And why shouldn't she, Bella thought she was inferior, she knew she was broken, damaged goods, why would anyone, especially someone as beautiful as Rosalie, want to visit her.

"Bella, I don't hate you. I never hated you; I hated the feeling that I had lost control. I'm the second oldest child after Edward in the family. I see myself as the protector of the family, and the fact that you came in, human and all. Well, you have to understand that I couldn't handle Edward exposing us so blatantly. He told you everything, I resented him for that. I never hated you Bella. In fact, I've always been jealous of you."

"Jealous? Of me, why in the world would you be jealous of me? You're beautiful, smart, sexy.. And me, I'm plain, boring, broken, shattered. I can't see why you would ever be jealous of anyone." Bella scoffed. She truly believed her words.

"Bella, sweetie, you are not plain, Far from in fact, you are gorgeous, intelligent, and tres sexy yourself. You just need someone to tell you that, and make you believe it."

"Who could ever do that, Edward is gone, he cares not about me. No one does anymore."

"Bella, Edward never did tell you did he? He's not your true mate. Not your soulmate, not your everything. You are his singer, your blood is potent to him, your scent appealing, but what he felt was not true love, and it was lust."

"He was my world, he was everything to me." Bella stated, though she knew it was a lie. The woman sitting beside her was here everything. Bella was in denial, but deep down she knew, she knew that the incredible woman sitting next to her was her mate.

"Bella, look deeper, you know who it is. From the first day I saw you, I felt nothing but utter love for you. But Edward was there first; Edward was the one who got to kiss you, the one who comforted you, the one whom you loved. I was never there, I was distant from you, even so far as to almost resent you for seeing through me and seeing Edward. I knew though, I could never hate you, for you are my everything, my love, and my world."

This confession of love was overwhelming. She finally had found her mate. This was the woman who she could love forever. The one who would love her, hold her, please her, and the one that she could be with for eternity.

"Rosalie.."

"Shh, Bella, I understand. I'll just leave. I can see that this isn't what you want." She had taken Bella's silence as rejection. Rosalie's golden eyes were filled with sorrow and rejection. She silently got off the bed.

"Wait." Bella reached out and grabbed Rosalie's hand. "You can't go. I just found you. I can't lose you again." Bella pulled Rosalie back down onto the bed. She cupped Rosalie's cheek in her hand and caressed her face. "I love you Rosalie, I always have. I've always admired you, at the time I was with him, and rejected my feelings. But now, I know that this is right, I know that you will love me, I know you can repair my heart." This time Bella knew she was right, she knew that Rosalie would repair her broken heart. The broken pieces would repair themselves, and make her heart whole again.

Bella slowly leaned in and as her lips gently touched Rosalie's lips, she instantly knew it was right. The coldness of her lover's lips was perfect. It contrasted her warmth, and Bella felt wetness build between her legs. As the broke apart, Bella was panting. She had never shared a kiss as passionate as that with Edward.

"Bella, I don't want to do anything you're not ready for.." Bella knew that Rosalie could smell her arousal.

"No, I want this, I want you, I want to be yours in every way."

"If you're sure.." Rosalie started but Bella cut her off

"I'm sure." Bella leaned in to capture Rosalie's lips again. She pushed Rosalie gently, and Rosalie allowed Bella to push her back onto her bed. Rosalie's hands were roaming Bella's body. Caressing her curves, moaning into the kiss.

Bella's hands moved to Rosalie's chest, and cupped her breasts. Rosalie moaned as she pushed Bella's shirt up and off of her body. Then she unclasped her bra, and looked at Bella with predatory blackened eyes. "You are so beautiful Bella." Bella blushed. She wasn't used to people telling her she was beautiful, especially by someone at gorgeous as Rosalie. "The same could be said for you."

Bella's hands moved to the hem of Rosalie's shirt and pulled it off and threw it, not caring where it landed. She massaged Rosalie's breasts slowly, sucking on her nipples, making them go hard. Rosalie moaned, as her hands roamed Bella's back. Her hands reached Bella's pants, unbuttoning them and nearly ripping them off her body. Rosalie rubbed Bella's womanhood, and Bella moaned into Rosalie's breasts. Bella had had some trysts with others, but they would never compare to how Rosalie made her feel. Somehow, Rosalie made here feel safe and sound. Rosalie ripped Bella's panties off and flipped them over, so she was now on top.

Bella's eyes had a lustful glaze about them, as she reached down and shoved Rosalie's pants and panties off of her long legs. Rosalie continued to rub Bella's sex. Bella felt her wetness growing; she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out long. She wanted her love to cum with her, for she didn't know if she could continue after being worn out. "Rub yourself against me."

Rosalie's eyes shot to Bella's face questioningly, as if she wasn't sure she had heard those words. She saw no hesitation in Bella's face, so she removed her hand and ground her vagina into Bella. They both moaned, they could feel the juices mixing together. "Bella.." "Rosalie, kiss me."

Rosalie complied, and as their lips touched, they both felt the release that had been building. Rosalie collapsed on Bella. Both were breathing hard, but neither regretted it.

"Bella, I love you. I promise to love you every day of your life. I will never leave you again."

"Rose, I can't wait to spend my life, whatever may happen, with you. I love you more then anything. You are my world, my love, my everything."

With that, they proceeded to fall asleep. Content with just holding each other, comforted by the thought that they finally had their mate.

Downstairs, Charlie was thinking to himself, "I hope she knows what she's getting herself into."

Fin

A/N: Well, there's my first one shot. I hope it's not too horrible. I didn't want to start another full-length story. By far I think the longest thing I've ever written in one sitting. But well worth it. I feel a strong connection to this story honestly. I don't know why, but I hope it was worth the effort.

Question: Would you guys prefer I write more one shots, or focus on my story? I intended my Leah/Bella pairing, to not be such as in depth story as it's becoming, which is why everything is moving so fast. I'm debating just ending it in the next few chapter and just writing one shots or short stories.

Review, favorite, or whatever you want to do with it.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.