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The love someone/ love things about someone is from the movie 'I can't think straight'. If you haven't seen it yet, I can highly recommend watching it. One of the best lesbian movies I've seen.

**Lemon alert in this chapter. As usual don't like/ don't read**

**Chapter 10**

"What the fuck is going on here?" he asked again, his voice having an almost amused sound now.

I heard someone gasping for air and after a few moments I realized that it was me. Would I faint now? That would probably be the quickest way to get out of this awkward situation. Come on, Bella, faint already.

"Breathe, Bella." Ali whispered next to me before she nervously cleared her throat and turned to her bear-like brother-in-law.

"Hi Emmett, what are you doing here?"

"Picking up Fido, but I think that this is much less interesting than what the two of you were about to do." An evil grin flashed over his face, exposing a row of white teeth that made him look like a shark.

The weak excuse 'it's not like it looks like' popped through my head, although I knew of course that it had been exactly what it had looked like. God, at least we hadn't been naked. Maybe that had made Emmett faint though?

Ali's voice was trembling when she spoke up again.

"Whatever is going on between me and Bella – what is nothing – is none of your damn business McCarthy."

He raised both hands while a low chuckle left his throat.

"It didn't look too much like a nothing for me.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her caramel eyes narrowing into tiny slits.

"I'm serious about that. Don't forget that I knew a lot of things about you that you wouldn't want your wife to know."

"Oh come on, Tinker-Ali that's not fair. I've only told you about Mexico because I had no one else to talk to. You know how your family thinks about the whole issue."

"Thinks about what?" I asked in confusion. I highly doubted that Emmett was having an affair behind Rosalie's back. He practically worshipped the ground she walked on.

"Nothing," he mumbled through greeted teeth.

"We are starting to develop a weird kind of definition for 'nothing'."

"Yeah, I guess we are."

Then he turned to me. It was the first time he had addressed me directly since he had entered the kitchen.

"Bella, you really shouldn't…,"

"I know, don't you think I know?" I interrupted him, my voice already shaking from the tears I was trying to hold back. What if he told Rosalie…or worse…what if he told Edward? He would never let me see Lilly again.

"...leave the front door open like this."

"Leave the front door open?" God, I started to sound like a complete moron. Was it possible to lose too many brain cells by a shocking experience like this?

"I'm serious about that Bella. Anybody could have entered the house. What would you have done if a burglar would have showed up here instead of me?"

"I…don't know," I croaked out.

"See, that's what I thought. Your smartass of a husband should have let you do this self-defense course that I recommend to him instead installing the alarm equipment."

"Oh Emmett, please don't tell him."

"Tell him what? About the little lesbo-show you and Ali were about to have in here?"

My face flushed three different shades of red. What if my cheeks would stay that way?

He chuckled and sat down on one of the kitchen-chairs.

"I didn't know that you swung both ways, Bella."

"I don't…,

"Whatever. I can't blame you for it though. Your paragraph-shitting husband is never around. It's normal that you get lonely."

"I'm not lonely." I stated, although I knew that his words were true. How embarrassing was it that someone like Emmett could figure it out that easily. Tears started pouring down my face, and Ali leaned forward to wipe them away with the sleeves of her shirt.

"Please don't cry."

"She's right, Bella. You know that I can't see that. It makes me feel awkward."

"Sorry about that."

"No biggie. Oh and you don't have to be afraid that I will tell anyone. I don't stick my nose in other people's life…unlike your husband."

"Thanks," I mumbled towards the ground, way too embarrassed to look him in the eyes right now.

"You could thank me by letting me watch you and Tinker-Ali in action."

"You're such a perv McCarthy!" Ali called out and tried to punch him in his stomach. He didn't even seem to notice it at all.

"What a pity though. Dykes have all the fun."

XXXX

When I was a little child I had sometimes wondered what hell would be like. I imagined it with a lot of fire, grimacing devils and a lot of other scary things. Now that I was grown-up I realized that hell could be any place on earth, literally any. Right now my personal hell took place at the crowded family table in the Cullen living room. Esme had invited all of us for dinner in her house to celebrate the return of her 'baby-daughter'.

I was beyond nervous, constantly feeling a wave of fear running down my spine whenever Emmett's eyes met mine. So what if he had promised to keep his mouth shut? He was such a bubbly person and could probably slip easy…

"Bella you really shouldn't eat all of this herb butter. That won't help you to lose weight." Rosalie instructed. Tonight her mood seemed to be worse than ever.

I took an extra piece of the butter to provoke her, putting it on my steak where it instantly started to melt.

"One second on the lips, a lifetime on the hips."

Fucking bitch, I wondered what she would look like without her pretty blonde hair….

Ali cleared her throat and wiped her ruby tinted lips on a napkin.

"Many cultures consider round hips a symbol of fertility."

Rosalie dropped her fork and gave her sister a dirty look. For a moment it looked as if she would throw something at Ali's head but then she just took a deep breath through her nose and sighed.

"Auntie Rosie?"

"Yes, honey."

"Can I give my broccoli to Fido?"

"No, sweetie. I don't think that's a good idea."

"But I don't want to eat it. It's yucky."

"Veggies are not yucky." I stated, emphasizing each single word.

Halfheartedly she started shoving the green pieces all around her plate, her eyes focused on the russet dog that was lying on a blanket next to the table.

"How did your hormone injection go today?" Esme asked her blonde daughter.

"Fine," she mumbled. "Dr. Gerandy says that we can probably start extracting the eggs in a few days."

"Good luck," Ali whispered. "I know that this is hard for both of you."

"Thanks Tinker-Ali. It's not like I have a lot of hard work to do. All I need to do is jizz into…,"

"Emmett!"

"What? Just saying like it is, Babe."

"You shouldn't say stuff like that when the little one can hear you." Carlisle told him while he continued reading the medical book in his left hand.

"How many eggs are they going to implant this time?" Esme wanted to know.

"Three or four, that will increase our chances."

"And you should think about freezing a few of them as well. In case you'll change your mind about the surrogate mother."

"Yes, dad maybe…,"

"No!"

Emmett stood up from the table so quickly that he almost dropped his plate to the ground.

"We will not use a surrogate mother, never."

"Emmett please calm down."

"Carlisle, it was so stupid of you to put that idea in Rosie's head."

"No one put it in her head. All I did was showing her the possibilities the two of you have left."

"I would really prefer it if you stopped giving her advices like that."

"Emmett, my husband is just trying to…,"

"Yeah, I know. Would you please excuse me please, I have to take the dog out."

Then he turned to my daughter who had somehow managed to let the broccoli on her plate disappear. Most of it had probably landed in the stomach of the dog.

"Lilly, do you want to come with me?"

"Yes, please! Mommy, can I go with uncle Emmett?"

I shook my head. It wasn't good to let her be alone with him when he was in a mood like that. He usually used a lot of bad language and I didn't want to have to explain words like 'motherfucker' or 'butthead' to my four-year-old.

Emmett whistled and the dog stood up to follow him into the garden.

Esme sighed deeply and rubbed her forehead with her fingertips. I knew that she hated scenes like that. She was very addicted to harmony. Edward had told me that it had probably to do with her first marriage but he didn't really know a lot about it.

"Lilly, honey have you decided what you want for your birthday yet?"

"Yes grandpa, I want to have a puppy."

"A puppy?"

She nodded her head before her tiny mouth turned into that crooked smile that made her face look like a perfect copy of Edwards.

"Mommy says I can't have one because daddy is allergic…but I really need one."

"What for do you need it?"

"To protect me from the evil witch," she stated as if that would be a complete reasonable argument to buy a dog. As much as she mimicked her father from the outside, her character was so much like mine. I had made up a lot of fictional stuff too when I was her age.

"Lilly, there are no witches." Rosalie assured her, putting a wisp of Lilly's copper hair behind her ear.

"But I saw her. She's so evil and she made my da…,"

"Lilly, sweetie, do you want some ice cream for dessert?" Ali told her in an attempt to distract her. To my relief it was working.

"Chocolate?"

"Of course,"

"Fine; Chocolate ice cream is my favorite."

"Mine too."

"Auntie Ali, when I'm grown up I'm never going to eat broccoli…only ice cream."

"And then she'll get fat like her mother." Rosalie purred so low that only I could hear her. Stupid bitch, I thought. At least I do have a child. You only have a dog that will probably fart the entire night from the broccoli said child fed him.

A grin flashed over my face. I hope he'll sleeps on your side of the bed. That'll serve her right.

"Grandma, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can, honey."

"What's a dyke?"

Fuck. My. Life.

I stared down at the floor in the insane hope that the ground would suddenly open up and swallow me. Of course, I wasn't that lucky.

"What's a dyke?" she repeated impatiently. Jeez, why did this child have to be that curious?

"Well, honey…that's when…," My mother-in-law started hesitantly.

"Is that something bad?"

"No, honey…it's just…well…it's just…," she stumbled out, slowly turning pale under the copper curls that framed her heart-shaped face.

Ali giggled next to me until her eyes met those of her father who was giving the saying 'If looks could kill' a whole new meaning.

"See, Esme. That's why it's so wrong to let Mary Alice stay with them. The child snaps up too much that she can't understand. I just hope that she won't bring any of her drugs…,"

"Dad, you know that I would never, ever touch that stuff." She sounded hurt now, and I crossed my hands in front of my chest to keep me from putting one arm around her now.

"Not until now maybe, but everyone knows that the people you work with are always open to sniffing a line or whatever."

"Carlisle, I'm pretty sure that Ali doesn't take drugs." I stated and Esme nodded her head in agreement.

Emmett returned from his short walk. He planted a kiss upon the cheek of his wife and shook his wet hair above her head.

"Arrg, Emmett. That's gross." She mumbled but then she couldn't hold back a giggle. Slowly she cupped his face into her hands to kiss his mouth.

"Did I miss something?"

"Lilly, asked Esme what a dyke is."

"Really?" he croaked out before he burst into laughter. "That's too good."

"Uncle Emmett, do you know what a dyke is?"

"Honey, you should probably ask your aunt Ali…or maybe your mother…,"

Alright, I'm going to kill him, definitely. As soon as I figured out a good way to kill a 200 pound ex-Marine that was almost four heads taller than me, I would do it.

"Auntie Ali?"

"Hmm,"

"What's a dyke?"

She sighed deeply, it was obvious that she didn't want to explain it to her while her parents where around, but my daughter had inherited my stubbornness. There was no way she would shut up about this until she got an answer.

"A dyke is a girl who loves another girl." I whispered after a few awkward moments of silence.

"Like I love you or grandma?"

"It's a little different, honey. But you'll understand that better when you're older."

At least I hoped so. I was that much older than her and I still wasn't able to understand the weird feelings I was starting to have whenever I thought about her pixie-like aunt.

XXXX

"Tonight was awkward for you, wasn't it?" Ali asked me while she applied some of the vanilla massage oil on her slim legs. I wondered why she wasn't simply doing it in the bathroom like any normal person would do. Or maybe I should better say that's how I would do it. I shuddered at the thought of someone seeing me naked, or half naked. Of course it was way different for her. Ali was pretty much perfect.

I swallowed hard and licked my lips. Slowly my eyes moved up and down her body. A small drop of water disappeared between her breasts and I leaned forward to lick it up with the tip of my tongue.

A low moan left her throat and she twisted her dainty fingers into my chestnut hair to pull me closer to her. My tongue circled all over her cleavage, tasting the slight salty taste of her skin.

Then she took two steps backwards, dropping the tiny towel that had been wrapped around her to the floor.

Instantly I lowered my head, it wasn't like I didn't want to see her. It was just so…well new somehow. It wasn't right to look at another woman like that. God, so much about this was wrong and irritating.

"Bella?"

"Hmm,"

"Don't you want to look at me?" Her voice was almost trembling now.

When I looked up again, her eyes met mine. The caramel of them seemed to melt around the iris.

"I love your eyes." I mumbled while my hand reached forward to cup her beautiful face in it.

Her lips captured mine as I pulled her closer again. My heartbeat quickened as I felt her bare breasts against my upper body that was only covered by a thin t-shirt now.

The tip of her tongue nudged against mine, its velvety touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Please touch me." she whispered hoarsely against my neck.

A smile that made my insides tingle appeared on her face as she took my hand in hers. Slowly, almost hesitantly she guided it down her flat stomach. Her skin felt like warm silk underneath my fingertips.

When my hand finally reached her slick folds she moaned out in pleasure. My fingertips dipped into the pouring wetness between her legs, carefully circling my thumb over the tiny pearl of her clit.

I loved the way her body reacted to my caress. It was almost like magic to me.

Somehow she managed to maneuver both of us over to the bed. Her tongue never left my mouth while my hands continued stroking her gently.

Then she lowered her head and sucked one of my already hardened nipples between her teeth. Each time she bit down on the tiny nub a wave of lust seemed to stream directly into my core.

"Do you want to try something different?" she mumbled while her hands moved under my shirt.

"Yes. No…I don't know." God, why was it that hard to decide anything when my fingers were inside her wet, warm…

"We can always stop, if you don't like it. Don't be afraid, it'll be fun."

"Kay," I croaked out.

She turned to the side and searched for something under the bed. Something pink glittered in her hands when she raised her head again.

"Ali, I really don't know how to use something like that."

"Do you want me to show you?"

I nodded my head and she planted a kiss upon my cheek.

"It's a vibrator." She explained as the unspeakable glittery thing started vibrating in my hands.

"I know that's a vibrator. I just haven't used such a thing before."

"Really? Toys are so much fun to play with." A lot probably, I thought while I felt my panties getting soaked through completely.

"Can I touch you with this?"

Instead of giving me an answer she pulled me closer. One of her hands cupped my lace covered breasts while the other one pulled down the zipper of my jeans. Her fingertips grazed over the moist fabric of my underwear.

Then I leaned over and started moving the vibrator over her slick folds. She whimpered slightly, turning her head from one side to the other.

"More, please" she whispered after a few minutes and the husky sound of her voice was almost as arousing as the gentle touch of her fingers on my throbbing clit right now.

Slowly I shoved the pink colored piece of vibrating plastic into her tight entrance.

"Oh Bella, that feels so good." She moaned against my lips as I started thrusting it deeper and deeper into the wet core of her lust.

My fingers moved between her thighs, finding the tiny pearl of her clit again. Her entire body tensed up for a moment, only to relax again a heartbeat later as her inner muscles convulsed so hard around the vibrator that I could feel it in the palm of my right hand that was holding the other end of it.

I rolled us over so that she was lying on top of me now. Tenderly I kissed her gorgeous mouth, letting the tip of her tongue slip between my lips to nudge it against mine.

"I love the things you make me do." I whispered, planting a soft kiss upon the messy curls of her damp ebony hair.

"Me too," she mumbled while she cupped my face into her hands, slowly stroking her thumbs down my neck.

"And there's still so much more that I can show you."

XOXOXOXOX

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