A/N: Giant apologies for the wait. This chapter was . . . difficult to write. Thanks to Briana and Furious Kitten for the beta work, and to everyone who reviewed or alerted.

For Roseward lovers . . . the second half of this chapter makes up for the first half.

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight

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My mom wasn't home so Bella and I were free to disappear straight into my bedroom. I closed the door behind us, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her like I kissed Rosalie.

This was new territory for us. I wasn't holding back, thinking there would be no relief after the build up. This time I let myself get excited.

Quickly, I found my remote and put on some music to drown out our sounds. Then I returned to Bella, noting how she looked just as aroused as me, and as I kissed her again, I inched my hand under her blouse and felt the soft skin of her back.

Bella groaned and leaned into me more, so I slid my hand down further, dipping it just below the waist of her jeans. Again she seemed into it, but I couldn't go any further without getting her to take her denim chastity belt off.

"My bed," I said gruffly, gently tugging her toward it.

She nodded and we began an awkward joint walk further into my room. When we reached my bed, we kind of tumbled into it.

I felt Bella's boobs first, then I lifted her shirt so I could wrap my lips around them. She was wearing a plain cotton bra, white, and it was perfect on her. Just like lace and ribbons were perfect on Rosalie. Both were sexy, just in different ways. I pushed the cups down and looked at her breasts for the first time. They were a lot smaller than Rose's, but I expected that. I sucked on her skin and automatically began grinding myself against her leg. Then I realized that might freak her out and stopped.

"It's okay," she panted.

I bit down on her nipple with my mouth and she groaned. "You sure?" I asked.

"Yes."

I aligned myself again and started to hump her slowly. Last time we'd tried this, she'd been in control and it had been a miserable failure. This time, I was in the driver's seat, and it felt good. I moved to a slightly fleshier part of her thigh and kept going, sucking on her breasts and grinding. Her hips thrust up against me so I put my hand between her legs.

"Is this okay?"

"Uh-huh," she answered, pressing up against my hand. I moved it over her a couple of times, but she still had those fucking jeans on.

"Can I take these off?" I asked, watching for her reaction.

Her body stilled and she flushed, obviously embarrassed.

"It will feel so much better," I promised her.

Wide-eyed, she stared back at me, her exposed cleavage heaving slightly. "Okay."

I took it slow, kissing her chest as I undid the buttons. She lifted her hips for me and I wriggled the thick material under her butt. She giggled nervously as I pulled the stiff jeans all the way down and over her feet. She was so innocent looking with her thin, pale legs and purple panties. I ran my hands over her thighs and brought my lips to hers.

"You're beautiful."

As we kissed, I slid my hand back between her legs, and this time I groaned. I began gently rubbing her through her panties, then I dropped my head back down to her breasts.

All Bella's embarrassment disappeared, and suddenly she was back to moving her hips and threading her fingers through my hair. She moaned and then flinched, and I realized her panties had to be chaffing a bit.

"Can I touch you . . . bare?" I asked.

Her hips were still moving, seeking my fingers. "Okay," she whispered. Her eyes closed tight. I quickly slipped my hand inside the cotton.

She was hot and . . . hairy. Rose was waxed. It grew out a bit every month or so, but never anything like this. It wasn't gross or anything, just different. Yet another way that Bella was pure and innocent. I found what I was searching for and began to gently rub.

Bella relaxed but her eyes stayed shut tight. I kissed her and drove my tongue deep into her mouth, at the same time moving my fingers lower and finding her opening. She tensed as soon as I was touching it. That was probably going too fast anyway. I retreated back to her clit and focused on bringing her to orgasm.

"You're gorgeous," I whispered into her ear, trying to distract her from what I'd just done. With my free hand, I grabbed her ass and massaged it, playing with her body.

She panted against my kisses and then finally they turned to sounds. Her body jolted and her eyes flew open and then Bella Swan climaxed. I stilled my hand but kept it on her, wanting to feel every last throb.

"Oh, God," she said. Her whole face was flushed and her eyes were bright. It was adorable.

Before I pulled my hand out of her pants, I slipped it down lower and felt the result of her orgasm. It made me even hornier.

"You're so wet," I mumbled, dazed by my sudden arousal and wondering if she'd be up to letting me slide my dick along her.

"Oh," she gasped, as though she didn't realize. Maybe she didn't?

If she were Rose, I'd be stripping those damn panties off and rubbing myself up against her before slipping my dick in and fucking her senseless. But this was Bella, and I couldn't do that. So I removed my hand and lay back a bit from her. My dick was throbbing painfully, so I rubbed it through my jeans.

"What . . . um, what do you want . . . to do?" she asked timidly.

Bella's eyes were glued to my hand, noticing the way I rubbed myself. She looked a little terrified, which wasn't comforting. Rose wouldn't ask, ever. She would just do. I had no idea what Bella was up for so I didn't know what to say.

"What do you want to do?" I asked back.

Bella blushed. "I don't know."

I could have rolled my eyes, but it was my own stupid fault. I should have been more direct.

"I want you to . . . have one, too," she added.

That wasn't what I expected. It was freaking music to my aching cock's ears.

"Me, too," I said, laughing slightly.

I didn't waste any time unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down. My boxers went next and I palmed my bare cock and looked at Bella.

She was staring. "What should I do?"

I grabbed her hand and brought it to me. She was gentle as she explored, and limited. All she did was slide her hand up and down. My sheets gave me more relief.

I guided her hand to my balls and helped her cup them and touch them, then I took my dick in my hand and started to stroke. It was odd having to instruct her. I was used to being completely at ease during sex, so the changes were a little jarring.

I watched Bella's face as I started to pump, loving how mesmerized she was by the whole scene. It was kind of hot having her watch. Her mouth was open and I thought about how it would feel on my dick. Groaning, I closed my eyes and thought of other things, like her pussy and her ass. Eventually, I was going to fuck all of her. Over and over.

Bella stopped rubbing my balls. Instead of complaining, I closed my eyes and concentrated harder on my dick. I wished she'd suck me off. I wished I could ask her to.

Rose wouldn't need me to ask.

She would push me back on the bed and take me in her mouth, suck me to the point of almost coming and then fuck me the rest of the way. Her toned legs would grip my thighs and her ass would be in my hands, and she would ride me roughly, making sure she got everything she wanted out of my body.

I grunted and spilled out onto myself. Fucking Rose. Holy shit.

The room was silent except for my strained breath, then seemingly out of nowhere, I heard "Wow."

I'd forgotten Bella was even in the room. I opened my eyes a little shamefacedly only to see her looking . . . impressed. Chuckling, I reached over for my box of Kleenex and mopped up.

"That was . . . fun," I half-joked. Bella giggled a little as she hopped off the bed and started pulling on her own clothes. She wasn't upset or being dramatic; I think she'd really enjoyed herself.

Once we finished dressing, she sat down next to me, blushing and not saying anything.

"I guess I should get you home?" I suggested. I was aware it was a little rushed and that I should probably want to spend some time with Bella, but we both had shit to do and her dad would be home soon.

"Sure." She nodded.

I leaned in and kissed her, trying to let her know that she was special. Her face came away looking brighter, less shy, and she smiled.

"Come on."

I took her hand and led her downstairs and out to my car.

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I didn't invite Bella over on the weekend. Alice was monopolizing her and I didn't want to hang out with both of them, so I let it be. She came over after school on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, though. Every afternoon we made out until finally on Wednesday I got to third base. Bella let me go down on her, and I managed to get two fingers in while I was doing it. She told me after that it had hurt, but that it wasn't so bad. Then she attempted to suck my dick with her gentle, torturous mouth. Unable to stand the teasing, I pulled away and jerked off onto myself. Again.

On Thursday we pulled in at school and Bella and Alice barely said goodbye before they were off to meet the other girls. Alice was talking loudly about the dresses they'd bought on the weekend, not-so-subtlety reminding Jasper and me that she expected us to wear something new.

Jasper gave me a resigned shrug. "You wanna go to Port Angeles this afternoon? Get something to wear?"

It was Thursday. The only place I was going was to Rosalie's house. "Not today," I answered. "I've got—"

"—Piano practice. Right. Whatever." He grimaced and chewed the inside of his mouth. "Next week then?"

"Sure," I answered, a little surprised he still wanted to go. Jasper knew something was up, but he either didn't want to get involved or didn't care. He clearly didn't approve, not with the glare he was giving me.

We stood, not talking and simply waiting for Emmett. He showed up not long after, pulling into the spot beside us with Rose. They both got out and she kissed him on the cheek before saying "bye" to all of us. She was friendly this morning.

"Why so glum?" Emmett asked after taking one look at me and Jasper.

"Nothing," I muttered.

"Edward's a dick," Jasper said.

I shot him a look. If he didn't want to get involved, then he needed to keep his mouth shut altogether. The last thing I needed was Emmett getting suspicious.

"Yeah, but we already knew that," Emmett joked.

Jasper cocked his eyebrow at me, and I didn't know if it was supposed to be condescending or some kind of threat. What was his problem?

I decided it was probably a good idea to get away from him while he was in this mood, so I shouldered my bag.

"See you guys at lunch."

I could hear them from behind me as I walked away. "Seriously, what's up, man?" Emmett asked.

"Nothing," Jasper answered. "Like I said, he's just a dick."

"Lovers' quarrel?"

"Fuck off."

I made it to building three and took a seat under the measly covered area to wait for my class. Maybe I needed to level with Jasper—just tell him everything. That way he could at least stop making snide comments that might well result in me getting my ass kicked by Emmett. The thing was, it was only every now and then that he carried on like this. The other half of the time he didn't act any differently. What was making him so up and down?

School cruised past. On the way to lunch I let Bella know that I wouldn't be able to see her that afternoon and that I'd be dropping her off at home. She didn't seem to mind, just smiled and blushed a little..

After school, we dropped her off first and then Alice and Jasper at home. He didn't say anything else to me, but he did give me a look that made me feel pretty rough. I was being a dick, and he knew it. The sooner I talked to him about it, the better.

I drove to Rosalie's, swallowing the guilt Jasper's look had brought on. My balls weren't completely blue thanks to the fooling around I'd been doing with Bella, but I couldn't wait to be with Rose. I wanted to feel like I wasn't the only one in control again and not have to second-guess everything. It was going to be hard weening myself away from her when the time came.

Rose's mom met me at the door.

Last year she'd had a huge party for no apparent reason, but secretly everyone knew it was her fortieth birthday. There was no cake, no candles, nothing that would indicate she was celebrating that particular milestone. But that was the point. Rose's mom didn't want to be forty. It was like she was celebrating not celebrating it, or something.

Even today she was dressed like Rose—tight jeans and sweater, long flowing blond hair. She wore a lot more make-up than Rose, and there was an air of . . . almost desperation about her that Rose never gave off.

"Edward, honey," she greeted me, her hand going to her hip. "Rosie's upstairs. Do you want anything? Soda?" She moved out of the way to let me in and I smiled gratefully.

"No, thanks, Mrs. Hale."

As I headed up to Rosalie's room, I wondered what it would be like growing up with that woman as my mother. From what Rose had said, Mrs. Hale knew I was here to screw her daughter. She knew Rose was cheating on her boyfriend with me, and yet, she treated me nicely. No disapproval in sight.

No wonder Rose was okay with our arrangement.

Gently, I rapped on Rose's bedroom door and she opened it almost right away.

"Thank God." She yanked on my collar and brought her lips to mine roughly. Her hand went straight to my cock, and she groaned when she found I wasn't hard.

She pulled away and pushed the door shut loudly, then dragged me further into her room. Once she was at her bed, she stopped.

"Hello to you, too," I muttered.

She gave me a dirty look then started unbuttoning my jeans. "You used to be practically exploding by the time Thursday got here." My zipper was lowered and she yanked my jeans down. "I don't even want to think about why you aren't hard right now."

My boxers went next and Rose wasted no time grabbing my dick and trying to remedy the situation.

"Fuck, Rose." I stepped back from her, a little scared.

"What?" She glared at me.

"I don't know . . ." I felt like I was being rushed, like I was being used. But she was just doing what we always did. I sat down on her bed and ran my hands through my hair. "This feels wrong."

She gave a frustrated huff and then said in a resigned tone, "I knew this would happen." She stood up and went straight to her desk, opened her drawer and pulled out the cigarettes.

"I just . . . Jasper has been giving me these looks and then . . ." I didn't mention her mom and the epiphany I'd just had, trailing off instead.

She lit her cigarette and drew in a deep breath. "You sound like such a pussy right now. It's sex, Edward. You really need to be coaxed into it?"

I let out a bitter laugh. "Not usually."

She sighed and took another drag. "Is it because of her?"

Rose didn't respond well to lies. "A little. I don't know, Rose. Don't you hate that we're doing this? Don't you ever feel bad?"

She flipped her hair and stared out across her room. "No. If no one gets hurt, there's nothing to feel bad about."

"What if they ever found out? Emmett would kill me. Bella's never been with anyone before and it would crush her."

Rose looked contrite, but only for a split second. She took another drag and exhaled.

"You're fucking her now?"

I paused before answering. "No."

The look she gave me was scathing. She always preferred honesty.

"You don't really want to know," I said. She rolled her eyes which infuriated me. "Fine, we're at third."

She calmly stubbed out her cigarette and slipped the packet back into her drawer. "You're right—I didn't really want to know. Now all I can picture is your face in between her shapeless legs."

That made me madder. "Hey, I had to hear your boyfriend talk about how you blew him in the car before school the other day. That's not exactly a nice image either, Rose."

"I can't believe we are arguing over this." She threw her head back as though stunned by the stupidity of our situation. "This is not supposed to be complicated." She slumped down on the bed next to me. "Everything was so much easier before she came along."

It was a chink in Rosalie's armor. On some level, our situation was getting to her too.

"It was easier, but it was still fucked up," I said bluntly.

She smiled and it was the type of smile she gave to Emmett, soft with no hidden sharp edges. She leaned into me and playfully kicked her leg against mine.

"We're fucked up," she said, like she was proclaiming it. Her tone was light, like she was enjoying mocking herself—mocking us.

"We are," I agreed, looking down at her. I was trapped in a moment of awe, knowing that this was a part of her she'd never let me see before. Did she even realize she was letting me in?

Her face lifted and our lips were so close. "We should definitely be fucking then," she said seductively. She gently kissed me, drawing me closer to her.

She pushed me back on her bed and rubbed her whole body up my length before taking my dick in her hands and mouth. I couldn't resist. I didn't want to. Something was changing between us, and it turned me on more than anything ever had before.

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A/N: Next chapter should be more Rose.

Thanks for reading and fingers crossed the next one doesn't take so long.

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