A/N: Don't be thrown off by the beginning of this chapter; I don't actually write about what happens at the beach until the next one, but the first few lines kind of set it up. And okay, I never thought I'd become this person – I actually promised myself I wouldn't – but I've become a total review whore. I can't help it – reviews are just so fucking great! And addictive as hell. I don't even care if they say like, one word – they're like crack. I finally understand why authors are always asking for them. I'm so sorry I caved – but I swear they make me churn out chapters so much faster. I never like when writers on this site say stuff like that, because I feel like you're holding the reader hostage. And I don't want to do that – I'll update no matter what. But fuck I LOVE reviews. I can't fight this feeling anymore…

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The two girls lay on a large towel on the sand, taking in the last rays of the summer sun. It was late September and technically already fall, but the East Coast had been un-seasonably warm, and Rosalie was not the type to miss out on any opportunities an Indian summer presented her with. When she'd asked Bella if she'd like to come with her to the Hamptons for the weekend, the girl initially all but threw herself at Rosalie. Initially.

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Rosalie had seen Bella walking down their block that Thursday night as she crept along in her SUV, midway through the standard 40 minute torture session that was trying to parking on the street in New York. Bella nearly jumped out of her skin when Rosalie honked from the car, but her body relaxed when she saw that it was Rosalie behind the wheel. The smaller girl smiled brightly and ran over to her.

It was the first time Bella had seen her in the nearly two weeks that Rosalie had been in Maine at her summer home. She'd chatted with Bella via text every once in a while, but had made a point to stay out of contact and stay busy, and she took her time responding to Bella's frequent messages. In retrospect, this was a stupid thing to do, as it only gave Rosalie more license to stew over her growing feelings for the girl. But she'd done it to herself, as usual. She'd been a bit more forthcoming and had increased the frequency of her texts back to Bella at the end of the trip, but even still she had actually been quite nervous to see the beautiful brunette again. She was worried that she'd been perhaps too distant. So she was secretly thrilled as she watched Bella run over to her car excitedly.

"Casual Thursday?" Rosalie questioned her coolly. Bella was dressed down in her black chucks, trusty skinny jeans, and a faded red Grateful Dead t-shirt that was a bit too big for her. But as usual, she looked adorable, none-the-less.

"Hello to you too, Rose," Bella rolled her eyes theatrically as she grinned. "And uh, nope, left work at lunch 'cause a bird decided to drop a present on my shoulder." She placed her hands on the window and leaned forward.

"Gross," Rosalie muttered as she wrinkled her nose. She hadn't change her steely expression (much less smiled at Bella) since she'd first spotted her, and Rosalie could tell the smaller girl was starting to get nervous.

She kept it that way as she dead-panned; "I don't know if you missed the memo, but…" In typical Rosalie fashion, she paused so she could watch Bella tense up. "Um," she continued, "the exaggerated eye-roll is kind of my move, little one." Rosalie ran a slender hand through her long blonde locks and winked at the girl.

"Get in."

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Rosalie couldn't help but crack a smile as she watched Bella through her mirrors as the girl literally skipped behind the car and to the passenger door. She forced the stern look to return to her face as Bella hopped in, nearly getting hit by a taxi that was trying to get around the standing vehicle in the process. The driver threw his middle finger out the window, cursing as he passed them.

"Ooops." Bella looked up at Rosalie with big puppy dog eyes as she smiled tentatively.

"Ok first," Rosalie looked down the end of her perfect nose as she scolded the brunette, her voice as cold as ever. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that you're always supposed to walk IN FRONT of a car when you're going around it?" Bella opened her mouth to object but Rosalie held up her hand, silencing her. "Second, ALWAYS look for behind you before you get into a car in New York, you could have gotten killed, seriously."

"Sorry, it was stupid I just-" Rosalie held her hand up again, much more emphatically, again cutting her off.

"I'm not done so shut it," Rosalie struggled to keep her icy glare as a smile began to tease at the corners of her mouth. Although she was dead serious about Bella watching for cars, she wasn't actually angry with her. But Rosalie did take just soooo much pleasure in messing with her, and the terrified look on the smaller girl's face right now was priceless. Rosalie has to remind herself that she was probably coming off meaner than she intended; she always did.

"Okay third, Bella," She began authoritatively, "And are you listening because this is really fucking important?" Bella looked up, eyes wide. She nodded. Rosalie huffed forcibly, and could see the confusion in the smaller girl's expression as the corners of Rosalie's lips betrayed her. "Third," Rosalie continued, fighting the smile that had already progressed to a definite smirk, "will you go to East Hampton with me this weekend?"

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"God Rose, you are SUCH a fucker," Bella groaned as she flopped dramatically back into the passenger seat.

It was Rosalie's turn to roll her eyes.

"Oh please, I actually wasn't kidding about the looking behind you for cars part; I'd really prefer not to have to get your brains detailed off my nice leather interior." Bella grinned at her; lately she'd barely been able to stop grinning whenever she saw Rosalie. "And I'm soooo not going all the way to the fucking Greenwich dealership to replace the door." Rosalie of course grinned back as she said this; although she'd never be like Bella, she had noticed that she'd found herself smiling an awful lot more lately.

"This is YOUR car?" Bella kind of gasped as she ran her fingers over the walnut inlay by the dashboard.

"No I jacked it a few blocks away, hope you know how to fire a gun." Rosalie smirked.

"Shut up, I'm serious," Bella groaned. "THIS is your car?"

"Oh come on, it's a Lexus RX450H, what's the big deal?" Rosalie snapped back, annoyed. She always got uncomfortable when people made an issue out of her money – she hated when anyone discussed her wealth. Her boobs – no problem, but money was off-limits. So she couldn't help but exhale in relief at Bella's next words:

"Rosalie, it's a HYBRID!" Bella giggled as she twisted her body to lean on her side, facing the beautiful, and now very relieved but slightly confused, blonde. "You're like, the last person on earth I ever thought would have a hybrid car!"

"So I'm a little green…" Rosalie said almost shyly. She looked down at her manicure, feeling slightly embarrassed that Bella was kind of laughing at her. "Why is that funny?" She asked as she looked back at Bella with questioning eyes, for once not a trace of defensiveness in her tone.

"Awww, look at you, gorgeous Rosalie Hale being all bashful," Bella teased. "I think it's cute," she said as she leaned across the console and kissed a very surprised Rosalie gently on the lips.

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Rosalie was too shocked to kiss back for the first few moments. They were right in front of their apartment building. But as Bella's lips sent their usual, heart-attack inducing adrenaline rush through her body, she relented.

Rosalie pressed her lightly glossed lips into Bella's own, and reached for the hand that had snaked its way into her hair. She settled for holding Bella's wrist gently instead. She felt a soft tongue run across her lips and granted it entrance tentatively. But as soon as her tongue touched Bella's, all hell broke loose.

All of a sudden she found herself full-on making out with Bella, and intensly making out at that; the smaller girl had practically vaulted over the console and was now straddling Rosalie as she grabbed fistfuls of the blonde's long locks. They both moaned as their tongues pressed into each other's mouths deeply. Rosalie gasped as again, Bella's sneaky fingers were suddenly under her skirt and rubbing insistently on her clit through her thong.

"Jesus, Bella," Rosalie managed to get out in an effort to stop her, but the smaller girl's fingers were like magic, and her utterance seemed to only egg Bella on. Rosalie reached up under the back of Bella's t-shirt and began to rub her back without thinking.

Bella rocked her hips into Rosalie's as she rubbed her rhythmically, pressing hard. Bella refused to break the kiss. She literally would not let Rosalie pull back, and would only let her pause for (what felt like) less than a second to take a few brief breaths here and there before she would slam their lips together again.

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The two beautiful girls were having a hard-core makeout session, and Rosalie was so turned on she thought she might explode. Bella's fingers on her clit felt incredible, and her lips were so soft and wet. She tasted like mint and fresh water as she thrust her tongue in and out of Rosalie's wanting mouth.

It barely registered to Rosalie that the windows were beginning to fog, but Bella, having the clearer head of the two, groped blindly behind her as she swallowed Rosalie's moans. As much as she knew it was wrong, Rosalie desperately wanted Bella's fingers back on her currently hyper-sensitive nub. Bella finally managed to hit the correct button, strategically lowering the windows in the back seat and then snapping her hand right back to her previous position. The friction her fingers were creating as they rubbed Rosalie aggressively through the fabric of her thong was delicious; Bella's fingers were amazing.

It was still quite light out, and anyone could have seen them – in fact, reflecting back later on, Rosalie was pretty sure that everyone who happened to walk by did see them (as she got quite a few strange looks, and even more suggestive ones, from the neighborhood regulars in the weeks after.) And, as the SUV was basically double-parked on the narrow cross-street, every single car that had to go around the two girls to pass had to have seen. They were openly visible, and Bella didn't seem to mind. And Rosalie couldn't think straight enough at the moment to mind either.

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A loud honk startled them, and Rosalie pulled away long enough to notice that two blue-collar type guys were leaning out of the window of their van, watching and whistling. And completely blocking traffic. One of them yelled "take her shirt off," But Bella didn't seem to care at all, instead grabbing Rosalie with her right hand and going right back into the kiss with even more intensity while simultaneously holding her left hand out towards the passenger side window and flipping the guys off.

Rosalie only noticed this because she wanted to see why Bella's fingers hadn't resumed their magic. For some reason, seeing Bella this bold and brazen had turned Rosalie on so much that she was pretty sure she'd have to clean the leather interior the next day. She was really, really wet.

"That's fucking hot," she moaned as she looked over at Bella's gesturing hand.

"What?" Bella murmured into Rosalie's swollen pink lips. "My middle finger?" She glanced over at the direction Rosalie was staring in.

"Yeah," Rosalie breathed back. "I like your middle finger," She said without thinking. Shit, that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say, she thought, inwardly smirking as her lips devoured Bella's hungrily. And then moaning loudly as Bella's fingers were suddenly nudging her panties aside and then immediately inside her.

"Holy Jesus, oh fuck yes," Rosalie whispered as her hips bucked. Bella continued to kiss her desperately as she moved in and out of her tight hole. Her movements were initially tentative, owing to the fact that she'd never actually done this before, but every careful thrust of Bella's fingers still felt like they sent tiny lightning bolts through Rosalie's bloodstream. Painful, tiny hot bolts. Bella's body pressed so deeply into Rosalie's that the friction had forced her navy cap-sleeved cashmere sweater to twist halfway around her body. Her short white denim skirt had scrunched up somewhere well above her navel.

This is so wrong, she thought as she rode Bella's fingers and returned her hungry kisses with equal intensity. Fuck, this is so fucking wrong, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

"Oh FUCK!" She said out loud as Bella suddenly rammed two fingers into her with the full force of her hips behind the thrusting hand. She had just pushed into her very deep and very hard, and the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure forced Rosalie's eyes open.

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"Oh FUCK! She exclaimed again as she struggled frantically under Bella.

"You like that, do you?" Bella husked seductively.

"Oh FUCK, Bella get the fuck off of me!" Rosalie used all of her strength to throw the girl into the passenger seat.

"Rose what the fuck-" Bella froze as soon as she saw what Rosalie was freaking out over, and Rosalie reached over and shoved her to the floor of the front seat before Edward, who was now only about five feet away from the car, had a chance to see. Rosalie threw the Lexus into gear and sped down the street and away from Bella's boyfriend.

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Rosalie gasped for air as they waited for the traffic light to change at the end of the block. Bella was still crouched down on the floor of the car, even though they were way too far away from Edward to be seen.

"Oh my God Rose, I'm so scared." She wasn't exaggerating; the small brunette looked absolutely terrified. Rosalie was too out of breath to be able to speak; partly from adrenaline but mostly because of the orgasm that she'd been about four thrusts away from when she'd spotted Edward. Edward. Bella's boyfriend. She cringed as she mentally reminded herself. The light was taking forever to change. God WHY do these lights always take so fucking long, she mused angrily. Suddenly her mind was blank and all she could feel was overwhelming rage.

"These FUCKING lights!" She yelled as she slammed her fist into the dashboard, punching it so hard that she jammed one of the air-conditioning vents way too far back into its socket. It would probably cost a fortune to fix, and the outburst had done nothing to quell her frustration.

"Bella, you can get up now, we're like 700 feet away, he's not going to see you." She spat the words out and immediately regretted them. You don't care, Rosalie, act like it's not a big deal, it's no big deal, you don't care, it's not a big deal, she reminded herself repetitively, but her mental instructions were doing very little.

The light changed and they turned onto Second Avenue, only to have that light switch to red before they could pass. Bella sat up in the seat and turned to Rosalie, her expression still fearful.

"He didn't see, did he?" Her voice was shaky. "Oh God please tell me he did see, please tell me he didn't see." The words cut Rosalie like a knife and she didn't know why. "Oh my God, what am I going to do?" She was questioning herself more than Rosalie. "He'll never forgive me, oh God please tell me he didn't see."

"He didn't see." Rosalie replied without emotion. Because God forbid you have to break up with your loser boyfriend, she rolled her eyes as she mused ruefully. Because she doesn't want to be with me, she wants to be with him.

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She felt like she'd been punched in the stomach with that last realization; her thoughts hurt her so much. I know girls that would kill to get caught fingering me in the front seat of my Lexus, and I fall for the one that would rather die than have anyone find out that she even likes me. It was arrogant but true; all Rosalie could feel was rejection, all she could think was that Bella was ashamed of her.

It was too cliché, this is just too fucking cliché, I don't care about people that are ashamed of me, I don't care. I don't care that she has a boyfriend. She took a deep breath and tried to will her thoughts in a different direction.

Okay I can't think about Edward, she cringed again just thinking of his name. I can't let her see that I care about her boyfriend, think about something else, think about something else. Rosalie wracked her brain for a suitable distraction. Algebra, she thought, perfect. Rosalie calmed down as she thought up a problem to do in her head. The quadratic formula; I love the quadratic formula. She actually almost chuckled at how weird she would sound if anyone could hear her thoughts right now. Okay a is 2, b is 22, c is 80; Rosalie used the digits of her birthday, that was the only thing that came to mind. I wonder what it will be like watching Bella and Edward at her birthday…shit! She turned the car onto 84th street and immediately got stuck behind a garbage truck.

"Oh come on!" Rosalie laughed out loud as she smacked the wheel, but there was no joy in the sound. Bella had taken to staring out the window. Probably thinking about how much she loves her boyfriend, she mused bitterly. Okay enough Rosalie, think about something else or she'll know that you're upset about him. You're NOT upset about him. You're Rosalie fucking Hale; you do NOT get upset over boyfriends.

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Her self-talk was clearly not working very well. Okay a is 2, b is 22, c is 80, solve for x. Rosalie refocused, but her mind was too fast and, sadly, she was good at algebra. Okay x equals negative 22 – god I hate that guy - plus or minus the square root of 22 squared –I can't believe she likes him - times 4 times 2 times 80 – I mean I'm like sooo the better choice, I know I am - all over 2 times 2. Unfortunately, she barely had to think for more than a few seconds. Fuck, x is five, she cursed to herself. Why doesn't she like me?

She needed something more challenging - she could not let herself think about the beautiful girl in the seat next to her that only minutes before had been kissing her like her life depended on it. She couldn't think about how much it hurt that Bella hadn't dumped Edward the instant they hooked up. Or even mentioned it. Or even once pressured Rosalie for a relationship. No she couldn't let herself think like that. Please God, don't let me think about it. She swore she almost felt some tears forming. It's like she doesn't even care. For once I care and she doesn't, how fucked up is that? How fucking typical.

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Her nails started to cut into the leather of the steering wheel she hadn't realized she'd held in a death-grip since the first traffic light. Okay calculus, I'll do an advanced differential – wait, what the fuck is that again? Rosalie, ever the perfectionist, was relieved for probably the first time in her entire life that she couldn't remember something. As the garbage truck crept forward, stopping at every building on the way, Rosalie searched her brain for the answer. She loved calculus; she couldn't believe that she didn't even remember the equation, much less solve it. Maybe I can't remember because I'm so upset, because Bella has a boyfriend and I care and I shouldn't and…

"Uggh!" Rosalie groaned as she smacked the steering wheel. Luckily to anyone watching, including Bella, it appeared like she was just frustrated with the garbage truck; so far Bella was still clueless that the stunning, obscenely wealthy, seemingly beyond confident model was actually groaning because she couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted Bella to dump her boyfriend for her.

Okay focus, Rosalie mentally commanded herself for the umpteenth time, given y equals sin 4x, the first derivative is…

As Rosalie wracked her brain, she was unaware that Bella was now staring at her longingly. Goddammit, how could you forget this, she chided herself, you fucking loved advanced calc. She continued to agonize over the lost equation as she turned onto First Avenue, and was too focused to even celebrate over the parking spot she found immediately. She maneuvered the sleek black car into the space with ease, her mind still successfully distracted. She threw the gear shift into park and collapsed back into the seat.

She turned to face Bella, who was eyeing her curiously. "Bella," she questioned distractedly, "how the fuck do you find the first derivative in differential calculus?"

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"Huh?" Bella was utterly confused, but Rosalie's brain was still stuck in math mode, and she was the type of person that wasn't going to rest until she figured it out.

"You know, like given that y equals sin 4 x?" Rosalie spoke plainly, in that moment not even considering that her question wasn't perfectly normal.

"Huh?" Bella repeated. "Um, is that like math or something?" She started to smile.

"Um, it's calculus, duh." Rosalie snapped back. Bella put her hands up in mock defense.

"Um, I didn't even make it past algebra, smart ass." Bella rolled her eyes. Even when they were rolling, Bella's eyes were so beautiful; rich and dark, perfectly shaped. Her eyes are perfect, Rosalie thought.

"Perfect," Rosalie husked and then cringed, realizing she'd just said that out loud.

"You're so weird!" Bella giggled, and smiled broadly. It seemed that when Bella smiled or giggled at her, it made it pretty much impossible for Rosalie to be mad at her. That was too rare; Bella was too rare. She couldn't walk away from Bella. She'd have to learn to deal. Having any part of Bella was better than not having her at all.

"Soooooo," Rosalie began. "You coming to the beach with me this weekend or what?"

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TBC