Lips like Morphine

II

A little tipsy, drunken, soft skin, extreme heat, dark blush, a few tears, messy.

That was a drunken Bella. Angsty and humorous. She could not help herself every time she laughed. She avoided being sexually harassed by the 'Swan' girl. Catching her when she fell. Charlie, the police chief was working late, to let his daughter have alone time because of her marriage.

It was only her third glass, given the extreme 5-inch froth of whipped Irish cream and powdered chocolate. She wanted a camera to show everybody that she would be glad to show how immune vampires were to substances these days-But she was not that diabolical.

Bella's hands trembled, her strawberry/floral freesia scent combined with bitter chemicals of fat and more so.

"Rose…" she wondered how long the girl would keep the pretense of nicknames.

"Hmmm?" nonchantly dunking a scoop of ice cream, the drink fizzed with the addition of more dairy products. The alcohol evaporated the tiniest bit. Like Alice said, didn't want to wreck her brain.

"Why dit yu wawnt the look aphterr me tehnite?" She noticed the swan girl slurr, stirring her drink with her finger, her dark blush accenting the dark drink. It shook within her hands, slipping out of her grasp. With a dull thud, the blonde caught it.

"Well-I know Baileys must be good. I wanted to make it up to you, if I left this with you, you'd stumble into things, and drop glasses, be all bloody and then Edward wouldn't be able to control himself. There would be no wedding, Charlie would go mad, and you would be my immortal…sister." I flinched. Bella's chocolate brown eyes narrowed.

" Not in that reesonink." The human's lips parted, tongue lapping the whipped cream and cold delight to her mouth. It looked oddly seductive.

"What do you like-ice cream or whipped cream." There was an edge that Bella couldn't decipher.

"Isse kreem I gess."

"Oh really?" The gold eyes captivated hers, face so close that it didn't count as an inch. She wasn't capable of measuring. She drew in the sweet scent of Baileys, and spice from the vampire, breathing her in. As Bella' lips parted once more, Rosalie pulled away.

"Huh. I thought you'd say whipped cream."

"? Whipf kreem tastes like crappy butter after a few seconds."

Rosalie smirked painfully. Bella didn't want to stay human.

"And Ice cream?"

"Cold on a hot day. A sweet delight, pretty sometimes – I love it." The words got to Rosalie but she steeled herself. How can someone want to lose humanity so badly? Despite her human features-those very details made her distinctive.

Her doe brown eyes.

Her heated blush.

Her frail form.

Her ability to move on.

She leaned in the practice distance Edward would have before capturing the lips of the Swan girl She experimented closer in deep thought.

Ugh. She understood the pain f Edward now. The overwhelming heat of hormones and thirst she held scared her. Keep the record clean. The doe eyes reflected her gold eyes, and red lips, the pale whit chiseled face that as Rosalie Hales'.

Now- Rosalie Hale was good with thirst. A practiced vampire, but I had taken a decade to control her lust with her mate Emmett. Obviously controlling lust and want was not a option. In a foreign age, but there was a new exhilaration to our distance that made the forbidden fruit taste so sweet.

She saw her red lips growing closer in the Swan girl's vision. The flushed human lips trembled with equal want. Tilting her head, angular nose brushing a hot cheek-were moist, hot, painful relief as well as torture to her throat. Bella had grown in height, but that didn't stop the girl from pulling Rosalie down to the Harwood floor on the human's back. She shifted her weight, so Bella didn't feel it. She found she had to open her legs as she straddled Bella's legs. Her throat burst into flames as Bella returned the kiss with enthusiasm by tangling her hands in blonde hair and parting her mouth to gasp wildly into the roses and spic taste of Rosalie, slowly lapping her tongue to Rosalie's dancing. There was a pop, first of the lips, then, how the human happened to pop the button of Rosalie's pants, and unzip them with clumsy speed. Rosalie got up only to drop her pants but whisked the swan girl to the closest bedroom-Charlie's. Bella laid on her back. Clumsily removing her clothes. The turtleneck disappeared, replaced by a revealing tank top. Her eyes still full of lust in the dark. Rosalie tore her own vest and work blouse in one rip. Clad in only French lingerie. Rosalie planted butterfly kisses from the revealing skin showing outside her tank top, fingering Bella's flannel pants off. Prying off underwear as well. Momentarily the Swan moaned out loudly clutching the sheets, she now had her fingers clawing at the clasps of Rosalie's bra, she got three off, and her bare breasts bounced as the flimsy thing fell off. Immediately Bella fondled wildly. As hard as she tried, her moans resonating like shaking wind chimes with Bella's' her hands dug under Bella's shirt, finding no bra, she squeezed her flat chest hard. As did Bella to Rosalie and their sounds were like screaming as if the Apocalypse was approaching.

Rosalie ripped the tank top, and as she straddled Bella once more, the delicate fabric of her panties tore over her entrance. Bella sat up, gasping, sitting straight against the dashboard as they maneuvered a position where there legs spread straight, Bella's sweaty thighs laced with evidence of her hormones parallel as their entrances sat an inch from each other. They scowled but Rosalie stretched, hunched and magnificently arched her tongue into her clit. Bella clutched Rosalie's gold hair once more in ecstasy. Her tongue adjusted like a narrow passage being protruded, expanding over her tongue deliciously, she sucked her teeth to the roof of her mouth, drawing in fluids as Bella screamed with high pitched moans. The Tongue danced between the muscles, entering and prodding until it was a dead end. She prodded the entrance with her lips, the folds sticking to Bella's thighs once more as her mouth and lips were engulfed by the pink muscles inside Bella. She heard that boys could do this but attempted. She breathed out. Scorching, her nose rested above the slit of skin outside her labia. Smelling strongly of freesias and body fluids. She drank the shaky bitter fluids. Bella's screams of pleasure ran hoarse, but with massive lust. Rosalie was still lust hungry. This didn't quite factored as love making.. She blew again, and the gasping turned to hiccupping, whispery and drunk.

Bella was drunk.

And Rosalie Hale didn't give a damn when fucking.

The blonde retracted. She rested her thighs over Bella's still straight ones. She pumped the distance. Friction and pleasure shook the hips of Bella Swan. She bucked into the miracle that was Rosalie's opening. She wrapped her bare legs around Rosalie's waist. Adding her hand into the pumping to feed the vampire's arousal.

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'Edward is so great' she stared into gold eyes and felt her lower area go numb with pleasure. She closed her eyes. Hiccupping and slipping into sleep.

A/N: Plot bunny-completed in five hours! I'll post the playlist next so caio! Hope this was arousal for ya!