Title: Vocalise
Author: pantheradraconis
Rating: T
Pairing: Bella/Rosalie
Summary: "From calm and serene to I want to rip you to shreds. Sometimes getting to the part where you can say I love you and never question it is a pain in the arse." - Review from ChesireMonkey. Alice saw a vision involving Rosalie and Bella. What did she see? And how will it affect everyone around them?
Vocalise
By pantheradraconis
Chapter 27b: Bella
A/N: This chapter correlates with Chapter 27 from my story Vocalise. It is the (very) M rated version from Bella's point of view.
What was she thinking, inviting Rosalie over like that? Bella didn't know what to think of Rosalie's mood, but she rarely ever did. It seemed that every time the two of them were finally getting along, Bella would say or do something that set the older teen off. She would explode with anger and then shut down.
Bella stood in the dark of her room, holding her face in her hands. She wasn't going to cry, there was no use.
She took long, calming breaths and tried to remind herself about the fun she had that evening. The night air was cool, but luckily Bella had brought the one bit of clothing she and Alice had agreed upon, a dark denim jacket the vampire had bought at some designer store. Bella really couldn't tell the difference between said jacket and another one she saw in a thrift store, but she wasn't about to say as much to Alice. Taking the jacket off and laying it across the back of her desk chair, Bella lightly rubbed the material between her thumb and two fingers. It was very soft, and the material held the cool ocean breeze. It reminded the young teen of the way Rosalie's skin felt. She shivered and tried not to think about how much she wanted to touch Rosalie; how much she held herself back from the forbidden beauty.
Not bothering to turn the light on, Bella began undressing. As she removed her jeans, shirt, and bra, she thought about how her feelings for the blonde hadn't changed much since they first talked. The girl, no, the woman, was still just as much a mystery to the young teen as she was in the library of the high school; maybe even in the cafeteria on Bella's first day.
Crossing her arms in front of herself, Bella rubbed her right hand along her left shoulder and down her arm. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Her room smelled of books, pen ink, and plastic. It was amazing how much plastic filled a regular home. She inhaled deeper, wishing for a sign, something that would tell her if she should keep trying to get Rosalie's attention. It was faint at first, but the scent grew and then it was all she could smell. Lilacs and peaches. Cinnamon and honey suckle. The smell, a mixture of so many, yet only one distinct smell, filled Bella's nostrils and made her head swim. She smiled brightly.
Grabbing a small, light t-shirt from the end of her bed, Bella pulled the fabric over her head. The cloth slid across her body causing her to shiver with delight. She walked over to the window and looked out into the yard. In seconds, Bella's eyes captured the body of a tall, blonde vampire standing in the shadows of an old oak tree. Overcome with joy, Bella took a few moments to realize she needed to move before Rosalie could be with her. The teen lifted the window and turned around to hide her excitement.
Bella listened as her vampire girlfriend fit her tall, athletic, voluptuous body through the window and settled her feet down in a whisper. The window was closed and the room was filled with tension thick enough Bella felt she was swimming. The silence had to be broken, a move had to be made, but Bella was frozen to the spot. Small bumps rose on the teen's arms and soon spread across her entire body. She barely kept herself from shivering as she spoke.
"I feel underdressed." The words brought about Bella's shyness and she was desperately trying to hide a blush.
Rosalie had taken the three steps from the window to Bella, her body lined up perfectly behind the human girl. The hairs of her legs, arms, and neck rose in turn as Bella felt her girlfriend look over every inch of her partially clothed body. She felt exposed and slightly uncomfortable; it wasn't about being so revealed, it was that she was the only one. Her bare skin was screaming out to be touched, to be caressed by bare skin.
Thinking quickly, she pounced (quite gracefully) onto her bed and crawled up the long, twin mattress. She threw herself under the covers to hide. What had she been thinking asking such a beautiful woman to her bedroom like that? She thought of the last time Rosalie had been in the teen's bedroom, the last time the vampire had been in the teen's bed. Bella closed her eyes and squeezed her legs together. The very thought of being so close to the Aphrodite that was her girlfriend left Bella feeling vulnerable and happy about it.
The teen listened carefully to the soft steps of her girlfriend and the sound of cloth puddles created by the disrobing blonde. The movements ended behind Bella, along the left side of her bed. She shifted her weight back and reached her hand out to Rosalie. The blonde stood at the bed's edge, a jet black bra edged with deep blue lace and a matching pair of panties were the only clothing left on the blonde's pristine body. Bella tried not to look, tried not to ogle; she knew if she allowed even a moment's pause on the pale skin in front of her, the teen would never be able to look away. Instead, Bella matched her eyes with Rosalie's.
Pulling the blonde into her bed, Bella turned away and allowed the cool skin of her girlfriend to send tiny shivers all across her body. Bella seemed to tingle in all the places Rosalie moved her body against. Her shoulder, her arms, her back, and finally her legs, Bella was completely encompassed. The teen's body tightened up in response to the cool touch, but as Bella brought their bodies closer and closer, with barely an air molecule between them, her body relaxed and a heat began to spread between the two teenage girls. Bella shivered again.
Rosalie pressed her lips against the back of Bella's neck and inhaled deeply.
"What do I smell like?"
"I told you before, in the hospital." The vampire inhaled again. "Mind-blowing."
Bella felt the warm lips of her girlfriend brush against her skin with each word. She was amazed how their body temperatures seemed to mix when they laid this close. It was as if the universe were taking the warmth of life and the coolness of death and finding the perfect medium, bridging the gap between the real and the supernatural.
The teen turned around slowly, trying not to separate herself from the perfection of that cool warmth. She re-tangled her feet and legs and leaned into the blonde's firm, hard body. Bella's thighs pressed against Rosalie's left knee, her body subconsciously attempting to rub against the proffered leg. Attempting to hide her face, to keep from embarrassment, Bella pushed her way along the pillow, reaching Rosalie's narrow neck; in response, the blonde turned her head, exposing her neck in full.
Bella relished in the ease in which her girlfriend moved, trusting her actions entirely. She pressed her face against the pale skin feeling the soft yet firm neck against the her brow.
"You smell the same." Bella whispered into her girlfriend's neck, letting her lips brush the cold, hard skin. "The cinnamon and peach is stronger though, and there's another smell. I-I can't quite name it. It's so strong…" Bella inhaled again, reached around Rosalie's waist and pulled herself in closer.
Bella's heart beat quickened with her new found confidence. Her lips brushed against the skin again, but harder. Her body pressed against Rosalie's of its own free will. She kissed the blonde's neck, down her collar bone and up to her ear. Taking the bottom of the lobe into her mouth, Bella ran her teeth across the skin before kissing up along the edge. The brunette could hardly control herself. She wondered if every teen felt this way the first time they lied in bed with their mate.
Rosalie slid her right hand along Bella's left arm and up to her shoulder. Bella shivered again and wondered if Rosalie would think she was having a seizure. She wondered if she was having one herself. Rosalie's hand moved down the small of Bella's back, the teen reacted by attempting to climb on top of her girlfriend. Kissing her way up Rosalie's chin towards her lips, Bella started swaying her hips in a rhythmic pattern, wishing desperately for some sort of release.
Rosalie turned to face her girlfriend clasped around her; their eyes locked for only a moment before Rosalie's stole down to Bella's lips, down her neck, across her chest and back up. Bella was overcome with sensations. One moment her lips were captured, then her neck was being sucked on; her nipples shot up as Rosalie's lips explored the brunette's t-shirt. Bella could barely registered what the interest would be in biting cotton, but the thought was quickly replaced by her back being pressed into the bed and her lips being captured once more.
Shifting to the middle of the bed, Bella moaned into the mouth of Rosalie. The teen girl licked her lips, her girlfriend's lips, her girlfriend's tongue. Unable to control herself, Bella pushed her body up, only to meet air. Rosalie had once again hovered over her. Not allowing the same thing to happen twice, Bella wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and pulled her body down against her own. Bella moaned again, finally achieving the contact she craved so much. Rubbing up against Rosalie's left leg, Bella began dry-humping against the girl. The feelings and thoughts rushing through her head were too much to take in, so Bella abandoned all thought and simply allowed her body to react with the animal instincts it was bursting to let out.
Seeming to sense an openness in Bella's behavior, Rosalie's hands began to explore the teens body. She caressed her stomach and grabbed hold of the edge of Bella's t-shirt. Before Bella could breathe out a yes, Rosalie had removed the garment and her hands were exploring again. The teen tensed at the quickness of the move, but her body betrayed her mind and she lost herself again. Her breathing increased as Rosalie's left hand reached up and grabbed Bella's right breast. She squeezed, but not too hard, and Bella began rubbing herself against Rosalie in combination of the blonde's hands movements.
Rosalie's mouth moved from Bella's and traced a line of half kisses, half bites down the teen's jawline and across her collar bone. Bella watched as the blonde continued her pattern between her breast and down her stomach. The vampire's right hand moved underneath Bella and arched her back slightly. Moving back up Bella's stomach, Rosalie made her way to the teen's right breast, her mouth circling around the areola before finally settling on the nipple. Bella attempted to moan, to scream, but instead her voice disappeared altogether. The teen simply inhaled sharply and began breathing with loud, long breaths.
She had never felt anything like this, anything even close to the feelings she was experiencing at that very moment. As Rosalie began to suck and twirl her tongue around Bella's nipple, the blonde also managed to twirl Bella's right nipple in her left hand. Bella squirmed and rocked, unable to keep any rhythm to grind against her girlfriends leg.
Bella started to feel lost in the emotions her physical endeavors were bringing her. She wanted more and more, but she was also becoming overwhelmed with the whole experience. Rosalie continued to move about Bella's body, exploring the curves and valleys like a map and marking her territory at every turn. Their lips met, then separated, only to meet again moments later. Bella was losing herself in her breathing. Everything was moving so fast, her body was reacting to Rosalie, but her mind couldn't keep up. She wanted this, she knew she did, but not so fast. It was happening too fast.
Moving her hands about Bella's body, Rosalie began to explore with ever increasing vigor. Her hands moved across the brunette's breasts, rubbing along her nipples; they moved across the teens back, against her stomach, and further. Bella allowed the vampire's hands to continue exploring, but the quickness of it all began to worry her. She certainly didn't want to lose her virginity before she even realized her last bit of clothing had been removed.
Pressing her body against the bed and freeing her lips from her girlfriends capture, Bella tried to find her voice. "Rosalie, oh god Rosalie." That wasn't what she meant to say. Bella tried again, "Rosalie, sweetheart? Can you, can you slow down a bit?" There was no reaction to her words; Bella worried if the teen vampire could even hear her. It was a silly thought, of course, Rosalie could easily hear Bella, but with the way her body continued to move with no reaction to Bella's attempts at lying still, were bothering the teen, a lot.
Rosalie's left hand reached down between Bella's legs, grasping her left thigh just above the knee. Bella moaned and shifted, her body still ignoring her mind, she quickly adjusted herself. "Rosalie, hey Rosalie." But still, there was no reaction.
The hand began moving up Bella's thigh, messaging the muscle gently. Bella's eyes rolled back into her head as Rosalie's fingers reached their pinnacle. Her fingers grazed along the edges of Bella's panties, before slipping under the soft, moist fabric. Without even trying, Rosalie seemed to immediately find Bella's clitoris.
But Bella's senses had finally woken up. She was not going to allow this to happen. "Rosalie!" She whispered her angry scream into Rosalie's ear, but the blonde still made no reaction. Bella moved quickly; she grabbed Rosalie's wrist and pulled her arm up and to the side. Bella then began pressing against her girlfriends shoulders. The vampire growled in response, a deep growl that once again proved to Bella that her companion no longer had control over herself.
It was at that same moment the teen realized her vampire girlfriend had stopped exploring and had focused on one area in particular. Rosalie was practically glaring a hole into the left side of Bella's neck. The brunette cringed as her girlfriend finally leaned in and scraped her teeth against Bella's pulse point.
Bella squirmed and shook and tugged and pushed. She began lashing out, trying anything to get Rosalie back in her own head. This isn't her, Bella thought, this isn't my Rosalie. The teen gave one last shove before finally giving in to the powerful beast above her; her body laid perfectly still, waiting in anticipation.
A/N: Well, that would be a lemon, no? Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what worked and what didn't and I'll make sure to use the suggestions for the next lemon.