Title: Rose

Word Count: 300

Notes: Requested by, and dedicated to my best friend, nevertooclear on Livejournal. She, my friends, has a dirty, dirty mind.


Flowery touches graced her burning skin, making the muscles twitch and relax in anticipation for the unknown. She wanted to grab him. She wanted to kiss him until she had to breath – something he no longer had to worry about – but they walked a fine line; thinner than a tight-rope and sharper than a knife - and she was reminded every day of her fragility.

How would she ever be able to kiss him freely, not having to worry about a sudden loss of control? How many girls had to worry about their boyfriends wanting to drink their blood; tear in to their skin and drain them dry?

Still, she couldn't stop the wave of delectable heat that settled upon her half naked body, stretched out as she was upon her bed, hands clutching the quilt for grounding. The rose petal he held bored him, so he plucked another from the bouquet on the floor next to her bed.The flowers all but forgotten in the heat of the moment. His hands dipped lower and she sucked in a breath of air, worrying her lip between her teeth. Just a little bit more…

For a moment, she wondered what this was like for him. If he could smell her very blood in her veins, could he smell other things?

Then, a muttered curse and a quick kiss on the cheek. He had covered her up with a sheet and moved the flowers to some unknown hiding place, only moments before her dad knocked on the door and walked in.

"Isabell? How you holding out in this heat? Your friend should be here soon to pick you up for graduation, right?" Bella blushed and tried not to look out the window into the shadows, certain she would she frustrated golden eyes there.

"I'm fine dad. Just waiting."