Twilight and all of its characters belong to Stephanie Myers.
My Blond hair lay splayed out under my head. I could see the blue ivory pillow cover just below it. I was turned away from her, to ashamed to look at her, but to foolish to leave like I should. The fragile human just behind me was like no other. Not only did she completely captivate the attention of a whole town. She captivated the attention of a rather large vampire coven, which was not easy to do.
She currently had an arm hung over my side and the other pushed up against my back. Her warm breath hit in between my bare shoulder blades in an even pattern.
I had finally given in to her last wish. It was easier than I let on to be. I was insecure and thought that if I didn't give in Bella would want sex from someone else. I knew better than to believe she would give into temptation and cheat. But I also knew better than to think that I was the only creature that she could be sexually attracted too. And I wanted to be the only one. I gave into that selfishness and insecurities and I hurt Bella. She lay behind me with blue and purple hand prints up her arms and around her torso.
The day before she caught me looking at the picture of us on the mantel in the den. It's one of only two pictures of me in the whole house. I remember that day perfectly. It took Alice 5 hours to get over a thousand pictures. The three of us went to a building Carlisle had owned for years in Chicago. The windows were cleared for the shoot. The picture on the mantel was one Alice took while she had supposedly run out of film. She went to one of her five Louis Vuitton suit cases in search of more film. Bella and I were still standing in front of the open bay window when Bella whispered "How much longer?" in an agitated voice. I looked at her still surprised that she was eye level and repeated my chant from earlier. "Not much Bells". She was usually five or six inches shorter than me, depending on my heel of choice. But that specific day I was made to wear flats while Bella adorned two inch Manolo's. We were shoulder to shoulder.
I smiled at her, while delivering my simple answer. She gave a smaller smile and leaned in and kissed my cheek. In those few moments Alice started to click away. The flutter of the camera didn't get Bella's attention until after she had put a lock of blonde hair out of my face. She looked over at Alice and blushed deeply at the discovery.
The picture on the mantel was of Bella kissing my cheek sweetly and me with a huge smile plastered on my face. The background was of beautiful downtown Chicago. Alice was upset when I limited her to one, but she knew instantly which picture was best. The only other picture in the house from that shoot was above our head now. It was a solo of Bella in front of a black canvas. The wind from the open window blew her curly chestnut hair. And her cream blouse made her skin look lovely and radiant. Bella protested having it hung up at all. It was quite large. But I insisted and she agreed to a compromise.
I was lost in thoughts of us when she walked up behind me staring at the 8" by 10". She called my name after settling her arms around my waist. The family was up stairs packing for a hunting trip. I was already packed. I was more excited for the return than I was leaving. "Rosalie" Bella called my name again from the crook of my neck. "Stay". It was a simple exchange. She usually didn't ask me to stay no matter how hard it was for her. I felt compelled to use my wonderful discipline. But I thought again, looking down at the picture, I decided to stay.
Bella's breathing pattern suddenly changed. Her warm breath came quicker as she gasped. "Bella" I say softly. Her once loose arm is now pulling me tight to her sensitive frame. "Bella be careful" I say just as softly. She doesn't respond physically to my request but gives a small grunt in question. "Your hurt" I say looking down, grateful to be turned away from her. "I've hurt you"
"Rose what are you talking about" She squeaks out in a hoarse morning voice.
"Just look at your arms Bella" I feel her stir from behind me. But her arms fly above my head as she stretches languidly. "I don't know what you mean Rosie" she says before rewrapping her arms around my body. "Ooh" She says quickly taking in the discoloration.
"These are nothing Rosalie. You know I've had worse, a lot worse." She tries to turn me over but all her human strength isn't enough. I flip myself when I begin to feel the soft kisses descending by back. She is lower than me and gets an eye full. She looks up at me after taking everything in and smiles like a cat. "I knew this would happen. We can't do that again Bella. It could be a lot worse next time." I say trying to turn my look of anger into disappointment. I don't want her to think I'm angry with her.
Her smile quickly fades and she sighs deeply. I reach down and gently pull her up to eye level.
"It's just a little bruising" She says trying again. I turn and sit up taking part of the sheet with me. While facing the door I ask "What would you like for breakfast Bells?"
"Don't do this Rosalie. Please. We can do better next time. I'll do better next time. Don't turn the best night of my life into something bad or negative. I don't want to remember it like that. This was supposed to be about us. Not ME." She says while grabbing the top of my arm hard to keep me from going.
I turn and look at her. Her tears start to well up and I feel guilt seep into my body. Every part of my being is sorry for causing this. I roll so that we lay side by side. As close as possible and bury my nose in her neck. I let the sadness that I have felt all morning take over and start to sob. No tears come from me, but I fell a couple fall from Bella. The guilt is so thick it's painful. I remember losing control during our love making. But like I suspected all along the animal inside me seemed to love Bella just as much if not more than I did. I let everything go and just loved Bella for hours. Her moans and grunts were the sweetest music. Her skin felt like fire after only an hour. Every part of her called to me. We seemed to be addicted to each other. We stayed as close as possible, but it was never close enough. Not once did the animal inside threated to drink a drop of the blood that pumped louder and harder last night than it ever had before. She was truly safe from it. But not from me, I grabbed and man handled the human that finally belonged to me. I couldn't get enough of the feel of her in my hands. She was my own personal brand of cashmere.
Her hands rubbed my back and shoulder until I forced my dry sobs to stop. "Rose, it's all right" She whispered hoarsely into my ear. I kissed up her neck and over her check. I stopped before her lips and looked to her for permission. She moved her lips to mine and let them roll over each other. It was loving and perfect. She licked my bottom lip from left to right. And when I parted my lips she didn't hesitate to poke her tongue through. This taste was different than our first kiss the night before. In this kiss I could taste my venom on her lips and even in her mouth. We had done a lot of touching the night before, but more than anything we kissed. Our lips were attached most of the night.
I pulled away slowly, releasing her lips. "Now for breakfast?" I asked looking at her. She smiled softly and put a finger in my shoulder. "You have to eat Bella it is passed 12 o'clock already." She looks surprised at the time and looks over my shoulder at the clock.
"Can I still have some Apple Jacks?" She asks.
"Sure, as long as you eat." I pull her up out of the bed with me and over to our closet.
In the kitchen Bella eats hungrily. It reminds me of the day we first met. I was drama filled and completely ironic.
"Are the rest coming back tonight or in the morning?" Bella asks after swallowing her last bite.
"They will probably delay for as long as possible. I'm sure Alice has seen some part of our evening."
"Ugh" She groans while blushing. "Why do I ask stuff?" Bella states comically.
I take Bella's bowl to the sink and lead her through the French doors to the back patio. We walk in silence to our swing in the garden. I again reminded of the first day I met Bella, when the cool summer breeze hit my face and hair.
The next chapter will go back in time to when Bella and Rosalie first meet. I apologize ahead of time if it gets confusing. If you don't like stories that jump around in time I do not recommend you to read this one.