(This is right after the first book)
I think at the moment I might be the happiest vampire in the world. For one thing I have an angel resting her head in my lap. I run my hands through her long, blonde hair while she sighs contentedly. She seems happy, but I can sense something is bothering her. I don't know what though.
"Rosalie?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"What's bothering you?"
"At the moment, nothing. And did I say stop?"
I continue stroking her hair. "You know, you've been awful rude to Bella."
"Yes, yes, I'm a very naughty girl. Do you have any idea how hot you are when you scold me?"
She's trying to distract me with sex. Suddenly she tugs down her jeans and wiggles her butt.
"If I'm so naughty, maybe I need a spanking?"
She crawls all the way over my lap, expecting a couple of light taps. Which she isn't going to get, not after how she's been acting.
"Yes, yes you do." I say, grinning. I rest my arm on her back and smack her bottom several times, using full vampire strength. She yelps and kicks her legs.
"Not sexy!" She complains, tugging her jeans back up when I'm done.
"Well, it was supposed to be a punishment. Ice queens deserve to be punished."
"I am not an ice queen!" She jumps up and crosses her arms. Then, her lower lip starts to tremble.
Uh-oh, Emmett be careful. You don't want her crying on you. There is nothing more heartbreaking than a crying Rosalie. Because a crying Rosalie will break something against your head.
"I'm sorry, please don't cry." I hug her. She wraps her arms around me.
"Alright, forgiven." She says. She pauses. "Do you really think I'm an ice queen?"
"No, I'm sorry I said that. You have been rude though."
She sighs. "Yeah I guess I did deserve the spanking."
She then rests her head back in my lap. I return to stroking her hair.
"Get over my lap again."
"Alright. But no spanking this time, please?"
"Sure. I'm just going to rub where I smacked." I'm feeling a little guilty. The last time I spanked her like that was when she wrecked my car and that was about thirty years back. I pull down her jeans and panties and rub the sore spot on her butt. She moans in pleasure.
"Rosalie, why are you jealous of Bella?" I hesitate. "Do you have feelings for Edward?"
"WHAT?!" She scoots off my lap, pulls up her pants and stands up. "HOW COULD YOU EVEN ASK THAT?!"
I stand up and put up my hands. "Well, why else would you be jealous of Bella?"
Her face falls. "…You know why."
"Is it because she can have children?" I guess.
"She wants to be one of us you know. How stupid is that? To give up so much…children, yes, but not just that. To change, to grow. I will always be this age. We'll never grow old together, Emmett. I know I'm vain and that's a strange reason to be jealous of her." She begins to dry sob-the closest vampires come to crying and I wince. "But I am jealous."
"I'm sorry." I tell her. I take her in my arms. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
She wraps her arms around me.
"But Rosalie, why would you want to change when you're perfect the way you are?"
She smiles and stops sobbing. "I guess one good thing about this is spending eternity with a man that can literally charm the pants off a dead woman."
"Just did." I say. She knocks me on the bed and we spend the rest of the night making love.