Sorry for the ridiculously long hiatus. Life, divorce, cancer got in the way. Only recently have I started reading fanfiction again. I felt the need to continue this story. I can't guarantee I'll finish it, but it felt amazing to get back into Rosalie's head. Well, and into Bella's pants ;)

I don't own anything except for my twisted imagination.

BPOV

Shaking and confused, I walked into the kitchen and sat down. That was the best and worst moments of my life. I had never felt that way before. So unbelievably turned on and yet scared for my life.

Truth be told, I didn't want her to leave. I wanted to understand why she chose me. And just why she let me live.

And, um, wow...Vampires are real! I thought to myself and snorted at my utter geekiness. I could have died. Thought for sure I would and here I am feeling wonder at how cool that is.

The rest of the night passed quickly as I went through the motions. Cooking dinner, eating silently with Charlie and heading up to my room to get my homework done.

I just put all thoughts of Rosalie aside. It was the only way to not freak out.

Summer was still holding on with a last gasp attempt at sticking around. The heat in my room was overwhelming and I opened the window to let some air in. Homework required focus and I didn't want to be distracted any more than I was by trying to work in an oven.

I changed into shorts and a tank top, spread out my books on the bed and got comfy. I wished for a strawberry milk shake to magically appear. I may even have said it out loud and laughed at my silliness. It had been a long, stressful and, I must admit, wonderfully crazy day.

I was still scared of Rosalie. Afraid of what tomorrow would bring. But I was excited as well. She did not kill me. And she could easily have ended my life.

Thinking of her was making me hotter and so I figured it was time for a break and a cold drink. I rolled off the bed and stood to look for my flip flops. While scanning the room, I looked at my rocking chair by the window.

Sitting there, was a very large drink cup with a straw. I walked over, picked it up and found that it was a strawberry milk shake. I gasped and looked out the window, not quite believing that she had been here and I had not noticed.

I took a sip and moaned at the sheer deliciousness. Smiled in delight and decided to check my email.

After a bit I realized how tired I was and went to bed. Nothing was going to keep me awake. Between the stress and excitement and the sugar in the milkshake, I was about to pass out standing.

Closing my eyes, I vowed that I would make it through tomorrow. Somehow, I would not piss her off and live for another day.

RPOV
Could her fucking shorts be any shorter?! It took everything I had to just leave my peace offering and not attack her again. She's a jezzabelle. Created to torment me. I swear by Aro!

Alice had told me about Bella's little request. The way she described it had me chuckling for the first time in days.

Bella stood in her room, raised her right hand and said like a queen "I wish for a strawberry milkshake to magically appear." Then she wiggled her nose and did a little dance. After a moment she just shrugged and went on with her business.

She is going to be the re-death of me. I was proud that I kept my control and didn't attack, but it was so difficult.

Like now, standing in her room, listening to her lightly snore. I should just take what I want. I just don't know if I can stop and that is the problem. When it comes to her, I am not the Rosalie everyone knows and better love!

Frustrated, I grabbed the end of the blanket and gently pulled it down to expose her body. Wrong move. She had taken her shorts off and was wearing just the panties and her tank top. Written clearly in sparkly blue letters on her butt was, "I dare you."

I snorted in amusement and blurred over to her side. Whispering in her ear, not caring any longer if I woke her, I said, "tomorrow I will take your dare. You better bring an extra set of panties to school. During lunch, you will need them."

She moaned but did not wake up. So I sat in her rocking chair and watched her sleep. My hand moved down my body and caressed myself. Slowly I ran my finger over my clit and began to fantasize about exactly what was in store for my girl tomorrow. Just before dawn, and after a number of orgasms, I left to get ready for a brand new day.

Author's note: I know it's short, but it was a start, no?