Rosalie twirled around as she examined her new dress. It was sparkly and red and just right.

"I'm totally going to buy this." She announced to her sister and shopping partner, Alice. It was the second time this week they'd gone shopping. She had to get out of the house though and Alice had volunteered to come along with her.

"Oh that dress is adorable, Rose!" Alice gushed over it. She smiled. "It's no wonder Emmett is all over you, your clothes are hot."
"Alice that's just a tad creepy."
Alice giggled. "Sorry."

Rosalie shook her head and tried not to think about Emmett. Before her shopping trip she and Emmett had been sitting on the couch together. She'd put his hand in hers, then he'd grasped her fingers. She'd placed her head on his shoulder, relishing the strong solidness of his muscles. He'd wrapped an arm around her and then she'd kissed his neck. Then she'd been on top of him, straddling his thighs and about to rip off his shirt. That's when she'd stood up.

"Mercedes, Mercedes, Mercedes!" She'd shouted before dashing out of the house like a madwoman. The last she'd seen of Emmett he was staring after her, jeans tight and mouth open.

"Alice, what is wrong with me? Why can't I keep my hands off Emmett?"
"Rose when was the last time you ever did anything just by yourself?"
"Well…I…went shopping."

"Naturally you can't bring Emmett along with you on shopping trips. I can't convince Jasper to come along with me either. I mean we do tend to do everything with our mates. We're strongly sexual beings by nature and all that togetherness naturally leads to vertical dancing."

"That's the strangest euphemism for sex I've ever heard."
"Yeah, I just came up with it."

"So you don't think I can win this bet do you?"
"Snowball's chance in Hell." Alice answered
"How do you and Jasper do it?" Rosalie wondered. "I mean Jasper's hot. It's a miracle you and Jasper aren't always going at it too. Esme and Carlisle I get since he's so self-disciplined and all."

Alice rolled her eyes. "We do go at it a lot, trust me. But we have the sense to do it in private not in front of everyone. You know what I think? You and Emmett are codependent."

Rosalie shook her head. "Ever since you took that psychology class in '73 you think you're an expert."
"Well, I was also in an insane asylum."
"So I suppose that beating that public indecency charge in '67 makes me an expert in Irish law." Rosalie said snickering.

"You didn't beat it. We broke you and Emmett out of jail and haven't been to Ireland since."
"You have to admit the cliffs of Moher were a nice location…"
"For sightseeing, yes, not for…that!" Alice softly shouted.

Rosalie snickered.

"Anyway, have you considered just taking matters into your own hands?" Alice suggested. "Because as much as I want a new wardrobe I sort of don't want Jasper winning the bet. If he loses maybe he'll stop making the silly things. It just escalates and next thing you know Jas is making prank calls to the Volturi. You'd think they'd have caller ID come to think of it."
"What do you mean by taking matters into my own hands?" Rosalie asked intrigued.

"You know…a date with rosy palms."
Rosalie cocked her head. "Do I know her? I don't think I know her. How'd that help anyway?"
"No, no, I mean a trip…downtown."
"We are downtown."
"God damn it. I mean touching yourself."
Rosalie's eyes widened. "I've never done that! Besides it'd be like cheating on Emmett."

"You can't cheat on Emmett with yourself. Besides I know Emmett does it."
"He'd better not!" Rose growled.

"I walked in on him once. I didn't look him in the eyes for a week." Alice admitted.

Rose clenched her fist. "Why that…that deviant!"
"I do it." Alice said, getting a little defensive.

"Well, you shouldn't! It's just…I just…" Rosalie sputtered and was silent.

"Come on, Rose, it's the twenty-first century. Remember when Negroes couldn't vote and people hung homosexuals in the public square? We don't do that anymore. I mean people used to think masturbation could make you go blind, but I've tried it and I'm not blind."
"Um, they don't say Negroes anymore."
"Oh, sorry. It's hard to keep up sometimes."

"Anyway, I refuse to take part in the moral degeneration of society."
"Seriously, Rose? Doing it at the pool is alright, but masturbation's out of the question? Anyway, you're mad at Emmett right?"
"I am!" Rosalie agreed.

"You ought to touch yourself right in front of him. Then get him hot and bothered and tell him he's not allowed to touch you."
"That's…that's the lamest idea ever. I mean I'd get turned on and he'd get turned on and then we'd…" Her eyes narrowed. "Hey! You're trying to get me to lose this bet! You're not on my side at all!"
"I really need a new summer wardrobe!" Alice whined.

"I need a new Mercedes!" Rosalie said.

"You have enough cars!" Alice protested.

"And you have enough clothes, Pixie!" Rosalie shouted back.

Rosalie paid for her dress and Alice paid for her new handbag then they stalked off in separate directions.

Stupid pixie! Rosalie fumed, pacing by the living room window. Trying to get me to lose the bet! I'll show her! I'll show'em all! Rosalie Cullen can control herself around her sexy, vampire sex god husband!

"Hey, Babe! I'm going out!" Emmett said bounding into the room and giving her butt a good natured spank. She shivered.

"Could you refrain from doing that till we win this bet?" She requested.

"Sure thing, Rose." He said smiling his sexy vampire sex god smile.

She felt guilty as hell, but she decided right then and there that there was only one way she could win the bet. She slunk into her bedroom, laid on the bed and tugged down her pants and panties.

God this is so wrong…She thought as, for the first time in her existence she put her hands between her legs and stroked. She let out a soft moan as waves of pleasure rushed through her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out. Her mother had always told her this was wrong. If that was the case, she didn't want to be right.

Jasper grinned to himself as he passed Emmett and Rosalie's bedroom. He heard moans and sighs of pleasure. He knew they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. He opened the door and gave out a yelp. Rose was laying on the bed, half-naked, pleasuring herself.

"OH, DAMN IT! WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?!" He cried before shutting the door. Then he opened it back up.

"Get out you perv!" His adoptive sister cried, throwing a pillow at him.

"Don't tell Emmett I saw you like this, he'll kill me!"
"I wouldn't dream of it!" Rose cried. "Now get out!"
Jasper closed the door, but couldn't help but let his mind wander to an image of a naked, self-pleasuring Rosalie.

Alice in a bathing suit, Alice in a bathing suit, Alice in a bathing suit…there we go. He finally managed to get the persistent image out of his head.

Meanwhile Rosalie collapsed in a state of utter ecstasy, her baser urges fully satisfied. For now, anyway.