A/N: Thanks to Brianna and Furious Kitten for the beta work, and to everyone who reviewed/alerted :)
Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight
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We'd barely made it through her bedroom door when her hands found my face and pulled me roughly to her, banging us against the wall.
"Your mom will hear," I muttered against her lips in warning.
She began forcing my jacket off my shoulders. "You think she doesn't already know?" At my surprised expression, she added, "She doesn't care." Her mouth found mine again, and she yanked me by my collar further into her room. Once we reached her bed, I started trying to undress her, but she swatted my fumbling hands away and quickly undid her jeans herself, then mine. We didn't bother taking our shirts off.
Just as we were about to fall into bed, a jarring noise echoed around the room from my jacket which had been unceremoniously dumped on the floor. "Ignore it," she demanded and kept kissing me. Rosalie didn't suffer interruptions, but I couldn't keep going with the sharp noises from my phone reverberating in my head. When I pulled away to answer it, her huff filled the room.
I placed a soft kiss on her forehead saying, "I'm just silencing it." Quickly, I strode back over to my jacket and found my phone. As I turned the sound off, I noticed it was Jasper. "Remind me to call Jasper later."
"Remind yourself," she quipped as she sat on her bed, pulling her knees up under her chin.
She was cooling, and it made me smirk. She could be so predictable. I made my way back over to her, smiling the way I knew she liked, waiting for her to meet my eyes. Once she did I leant down and resumed our kisses, knowing that they'd be rougher now.
She eased herself back onto the bed, and I followed, smothering her with my body. I was doing it partly to relieve some of my need, and partly because it caused her to squirm. It began almost immediately, her wriggling and pushing, until eventually, she maneuvred us so I was on my back with her all over me. This part was like a ritual for us, a practiced routine in which we rediscovered each other every time.
She moved back up my body, and with her out-of-breath voice she whispered in my ear, "I want you on top."
I grinned against her neck. Rose usually wanted all the control, which I didn't mind at all, but every now and then, it was really nice to have the power. I obliged straight away, rolling us so I was pressing my body into hers and caging her with my limbs.
Whenever we were like this, I'd feel some notion that we were meant for each other. I mean, why else would it feel so perfect? Afterwards, I always felt ridiculous for even considering it, because even I knew it was the sex that felt fantastic, not necessarily the person. Knowing that never seemed to help though, and as usual, my mind was running away with how right we were.
And then just as quickly, it passed. She was lifting her ass and pushing herself into me as if she needed it harder. The gentleness was abruptly stripped away and we became raw lust. Her nails found my back, and she closed her eyes as I grabbed onto her hips with both hands and pounded into her.
Not long. It was not going to take long at all.
A moment later, I came, spilling into her as she squeezed me from inside. It was intense, and as I wafted down from the high, I couldn't move—didn't want to move. So I stayed where I was, resting my sweaty forehead next to her face. She opened her eyes and stared at me with amusement for a couple of minutes, but then the squirming started. Just to tease her, I licked her neck, tasting the stale perfume and loving it nonetheless.
"Ew, get the fuck off me." She arched her back and managed to shove me over to the side so I fell off her. With a chuckle, I stretched out, taking up almost her entire single bed and humming in contentment while she slipped away into the bathroom. It had been a week since I'd last been in this room, and it would be another week before I saw it again. I was going to soak it up while I was there.
I could hear the water running so I closed my eyes, not caring that I was half naked. I wanted her again already. Strike that, I wanted her all the time. But that wasn't possible. It was stupid to even think it. Having her would mean Emmett didn't, and that wasn't right. He was a great guy who adored Rose, and she loved him. She was always clear that what we had was just a physical relationship—nothing more.
The door of her bathroom opened and she walked out wearing her underwear. I patted the bed next to me but she ignored it, instead going over to her desk and pulling open the drawer to fish out her cigarettes.
"I could use a cuddle first," I said, trying to urge her closer to me.
"What are you, a girl?" She held a smoke to her lips and lit the end, inhaling deeply. Rose only smoked after sex, so it was one of my favorite sights. She narrowed her eyes at my blatant staring and it reminded me of the death stare she'd given me a couple of days ago.
She breathed out slowly, directing the smoke out into the center of the room. Faint wisps of it reached me and it was enough to make me get up from the bed. When I reached Rose, I surrounded her with my arms and picked the packet up from behind her, adding a quick kiss on the lips for good measure.
As I lit my own cigarette, I muttered, "You wanna tell me why you glared at me during lunch on Tuesday?"
She didn't look at me. Another thick plume of smoke left her lips, although this one was more rushed. Finally, she said, "I don't want you seeing the new girl."
I exhaled myself, loudly, and wondered how the hell I was going to deal with this. There really was only one way to deal with Rosalie, though. Honestly.
"I already asked her to come with me to La Push on Friday."
This time she did look at me. And she looked annoyed.
"What?" I asked. "I never complain about you and Emmett. Never. And in a few months, you'll be leaving for college with him. Did you really expect me to not be looking for someone else?"
She angrily breathed out smoke. "You could at least wait until I'm gone."
I was torn between incredulity and concern. If she was annoyed by the idea of me sleeping with someone else, then that made her the world's biggest hypocrite. But it was so unlike Rose to worry about something like this, so I couldn't help but wonder . . .
"I'll still want to be with you, if that's what you're worried about?" I asked tentatively, not sure if I'd figured out what was wrong or just insulted her.
"And that makes me feel so much better." She cocked her head and gave me a condescending look.
Okay, maybe I'd managed to both figure it out and insult her. "I don't know what you want me to say. I thought you'd be fine with this."
She stubbed her cigarette out roughly, a telling sign of her frustration, which told me she at least realized her request was unreasonable. I knew with just a little more assurance, we'd be able to get past this and back on to more fun things.
"Look, nothing is even happening with me and Bella. We're just friends."
She glanced back to me, and her tense stance relaxed slightly. "Fine. Whatever. Just don't expect me to be nice to her or anything." It was as close to a concession as she would give, so I nodded my agreement.
I stubbed out my own cigarette and fanned the air to try and dissipate the smoke. There was no way the smell hadn't made its way downstairs for Rosalie's mom to notice.
Which reminded me of what she'd said earlier, about her mom. "Your mom really knows what we're doing up here?"
For a change of topic, I couldn't have picked better. Rose actually snorted. "Well, it's not like I've told her, but I'm sure she's figured it out."
"And she doesn't care?"
Rose looked at me and smiled with secret amusement. "Are you kidding? I'm sure she gets downright fucking giddy at the thought of us being together. You're rich and handsome—exactly what she wants for a son-in-law."
I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling a little exposed. "But what about Emmett?"
Rose walked over to the window and opened it just enough to let in some fresh air. "She likes him, but . . ." She straightened up and looked at me seriously. "You know, she once told me that his size was unfortunate, because it would be so hard for his wife to carry and birth his babies?" I screwed my face up, hoping she wouldn't continue. She noticed. "I know, right, it's such a needless thing for her to say. But all she's really doing is trying to turn me off. She does it all the time."
"That's really messed up." Emmett was one of the nicest guys I knew. I would have thought any mother would be thrilled he was dating the daughter.
Rose shut the window and headed back over to me. "You on the other hand . . . ." She stood in front of me and walked her fingers up my chest as she spoke. "You're from the very best breeding—incapable of having abnormally large offspring. Your father is a doctor, and no doubt you will be too. Your mother is our equivalent of a society lady, well-placed to introduce my mother into those circles." Her fingers had reached my neck, and she brought them to my hair, combing them through it with a wistful look on her face. "And don't forget the wedding pictures. She could hang them like the best works of Rembrandt: her beautiful daughter and equally handsome son-in-law." She lowered her hands and snaked them around my waist, slipping them up under the back of my shirt and pulling me against her. "So you see, she's not entirely crazy, just shallow and self-serving."
"She shouldn't try and run your life like that," I said as I let out a shaky breath. As disturbing as this conversation was, I was at least glad Rose was back in the mood.
"It's not forever." She pulled the hem of my shirt up and I lifted it over my head. "Like you said, three more months and I can be out of here and on the other side of the country."
Her lips were kissing across my chest, teasing me, and I wanted to pick her up and carry her back to her bed. But she'd said "other side of the country" and I was confused.
"What do you mean? Em said you're going to UW." She kept kissing me while her hand began inching down. "Seriously, Rose," I said as I stepped out of her reach. If she distracted me then I'd probably forget, and I needed to know if I was never going to see her again after school.
Begrudgingly, she straightened up and looked me in the eye. "He's going to UW. I want to go to Dartmouth. Simple as that."
"Does he even know? Are you leaving him?"
She backed away from me and avoided my hand when I tried to pull her back. When she reached her bed she sat down heavily. "I want to leave Forks. I want to leave Washington. He knows that by staying here, he's going to lose me, but he's okay with that."
That didn't sound right at all. Emmett was completely smitten with Rosalie and had been the entire time I'd known them. And I knew that Rosalie loved him. Maybe this was the real reason she was being pissy about me and Bella.
I sat down next to her and ran my hand through her hair and down her neck the way she liked. "Well, he's a fucking fool then, to ever let you go."
We sat like that for a few minutes while I waited for Rose to make a move. Eventually, she leaned back into me and didn't resist when I pulled her into my arms. She let me kiss her for a while before she lay back, my cue that we could do more. My hands moved up her legs and I grabbed onto her panties. It wasn't going to be sex again, though. I wanted Rose to feel better—and to have an orgasm. So I worked the lace over her hips and down her legs, then slowly ran my hand back and forth over her, enjoying the smoothness before meeting her eyes.
Her stare was cold, as it often was when she wasn't in control. The sooner she eased up, the better. And with that thought, I pressed my mouth to her and began to kiss away her concerns.
Within a few minutes, I could hear her sighs and could feel her legs relax around me. From experience, I knew it would only be another couple of minutes until I'd feel her knees digging into my skull. I wanted it sooner, so I brought my hand up and used my fingers to bring her there faster. She started panting, and then I felt her knees squeezing me so hard, I worried about being able to finish. When she started to writhe, I slowed down and pressed my tongue against her, hard. Her grip increased for just a moment and then the release was palpable. Instead of fighting me, her whole body sagged, and you could practically feel her icy exterior melt away.
I pulled away and kissed her thighs, and even though I wanted to kiss her, I knew she didn't go for that stuff. So I went to the bathroom and washed up before coming back and slipping in beside her on the bed.
"I'm taking that cuddle now," I mumbled into her hair.
She sighed again, a sweet contented sound, and nestled into my side, wrapping her arm around my chest. If I had my way, we'd be doing this every time.
"And Rose," I mumbled while I kissed her temple.
"Uh-huh."
"I'd go to Dartmouth for you."
She smiled, and with her eyes closed, she looked happy.
Maybe it was time I stepped up. If Emmett wasn't treating her the way she deserved then there was nothing stopping me. Just as I was about to ask, I looked down and noticed the smile had gone.
Her eyes remained closed as she mumbled into my chest. "Then I'd have to go to Cambridge."
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A/N: One pre-reader per chapter, yes? Thanks to mopstyle, and not just for pre-reading. She also writes hot Vampsper and lulzy Bella-hate crackfic (when ya finishing?).
