Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Author's note: This chapter and the last together are over 6100 (not including the author's notes) words. That's like 3 of my regular chapters. Hopefully that helps gain me some forgiveness from you for the horribly long wait I made you endure.
Author's note II: FINALLY...the Mature rating applies. YAY! All you naughty minded folks: enjoy. If you do not want/like explicit love scenes...what's wrong with you?! Do you hate ice cream and kittens too?
"A few days my ass," Bella mumbled. She was eyeing their quarters with an incredulous look. It may not be the Ritz but aside from the Cullens' home these were certainly the nicest accommodations Bella had stayed in...ever.
"Tanya's old school like that," Rosalie explained as she carted their luggage inside. "In her day when traveling was still dangerous it was very important to help travelers. Important guests were showered with gifts. This was so-"
"So that if the hosts find themselves travelling they too could expect to be treated well," Bella finished with a cheshire grin. "I read that book too."
Rosalie crossed her arms. "If you're gonna be cheeky, I'm not making you dinner."
"Oh...darn," Bella put on her best acting skills as she lamented her lost...'treat'. Truthfully, Rosalie was an abysmal cook. Engines and transmissions, she could do with her eyes closed. But pancakes? Bella tried to keep the victorious grin off her face.
One look from Rosalie and she knew she wouldn't be so lucky. Rosalie knew exactly what Bella was thinking and just for that, she had already made up her mind to cook her dinner anyway. Though the bitch factor had been dialed way down since Bella came into their lives, Rosalie was still...Rosalie. She was vindictive and ruthless. That's who she was and always would be. And so Bella would get her dinner, and she'd have to eat it too or risk really hurting her feelings and really getting her mad.
She chose to humor her girlfriend...and lend an inconspicuous helping hand in the kitchen lest her food ends up too poisonous for consumption.
"Tanya's the coven leader, correct? Like Carlisle?" Bella asked. Though Carlisle had given her a good introduction to Vampires a few weeks ago, the word 'coven' still felt funny on her lips.
"Yes," Rosalie replied as she washed the tomatoes in the sink. "Though it really doesn't mean much unless you're dealing with other covens, especially non-vegetarians."
"What do you mean?" Bella asked.
"Vampires are no fairy tale, Bells. Power exchanges, treaties, wars, and a whole lot of death mark our past," Rosalie explained. "When a member of one coven meets another, there are certain customs that must be followed...certain decorum. Much of this has to do with the proper way of addressing the coven leader and when you strike an agreement with the coven. Of course this is assuming both covens are civilized. There are a lot of nomads out there that follow only the bare essential of the rules."
Rosalie didn't elaborate on what that bare essential may be, and Bella didn't need to ask. The ultimate law all vampires had to follow was the law of secrecy. The Cullens, and to a certain extent the Denalis had already broken it with Bella.
"Why do you look so confused?" Rosalie asked. She started to add sugar to the pot before Bella stopped her and handed her the salt instead.
"I guess...I never got that sense of official decorum when you all talk about the Denalis," Bella said. "And certainly not when I hear you speak to them on the phone."
"Carlisle has a theory that our diet is the reason we're so...friendly," Rosalie replied. "Drinking animal blood makes us less ferocious, less territorial. Over the years we've become a family with real emotional attachments to each other. That doesn't happen with normal vampires. So we can be casual with each other and with the Denalis because..."
"Because you're more human than vampire," Bella finished for her, giving her a quick kiss on her shoulder.
Rosalie didn't respond, but Bella could see her trying to hide the pained look from her face. She still hates herself, Bella thought. Watching Rosalie struggle with her existence was difficult for Bella because she hated seeing her in so much pain, but also because it was hard not to reflect on her own destructive life as a result. She knew she shouldn't play a numbers game-every life is precious after all-but how could she not? Bella had single-handedly killed over 500 people. If Rosalie thinks of herself as a monster, then how on earth was Bella to get over her own past?
She opened her mouth to speak, but Rosalie beat her to it.
"When I'm with you it's possible to believe it," she said quietly. "Still not easy though," she smiled bitterly.
Bella responded with a gentle kiss, and would have been content to stay attached to her lips for a while longer if her stomach hadn't chosen that moment to grumble loudly.
"Eat first," Rosalie smiled, handing her a plate of pasta.
Stupid stomach, Bella thought, but took the plate without a word and set about gobbling it down. It was difficult to concentrate on her food though-Rosalie had planted herself directly behind her (a favorite position for her) and was running her hands along her arms and waist. Bella nearly choked on her food when she felt her lips, and then her tongue, caressing the back of her neck. That was a favorite spot for Bella too.
She had to leave her embrace to put her empty plate away and wash her mouth. When she came back to the kitchen Rosalie wasn't there however. Bella stamped down her panic and found her a few moments later on the other side of the cabin. Though it was at least six times bigger than her shed, the cabin was really just one gigantic room. One side was made up of the kitchen, a small eating area and a bathroom off to the side. The other side contained a sitting area and at the very end of the room underneath a rather large skylight, a huge, incredibly difficult to ignore bed. That was where Rosalie stood now, by an open window with her back to Bella.
Bella didn't go to her right away. As she often did when Rosalie was distracted with one thing or another, Bella took her time admiring her girlfriend's beauty. Though her exterior beauty could certainly stop her in her tracks at times, it was the substance behind it that made Bella forget to breathe. Rosalie had such a power inside her. Such determination, conviction and passion. Bella had seen it the night they first met all those months ago. She saw it everyday when she looked into her eyes. And she saw it now in her stance as she watched the colorful night sky.
She took a deep breath before walking up to her and putting a hand in hers.
"You really do make me believe in myself," Rosalie said quietly.
Bella smiled at that. She knew it was an uphill battle, but she was glad that at least tonight Rosalie could see herself as Bella saw her.
"That doesn't mean I can't make mistakes though Bella, especially tonight." She turned to face her. "Please tell me if I do anything, anything to hurt you. You have to help me keep you safe."
Bella nodded. "And you...promise me you'll run if you sense anything."
"It won't come to that," Rosalie said. "Alice-"
"Alice can't see everything, especially with me. Please, you have to help me too."
Rosalie nodded too, and with little warning cupped her face in her hands. "Ok," she whispered, and pulled her in for a kiss. "Ok," she whispered again into her lips before Bella cut off her ability to speak by pressing her body more deeply into hers.
Bella nearly winced from the pressure in her hand. It wasn't Rosalie's doing though-Bella just couldn't relax her grip on the blonde's neck. A deep, primal part of her feared Rosalie would move away if she let go. She needed to feel her close, needed to feel her skin on hers. Bella felt she could go mad with desire.
Eventually they ended up on the edge of the bed. Rosalie stood above Bella, who felt too dizzy to stand and who was forced to grip the sheets beneath her now that she couldn't reach Rosalie's neck. She tried again to reach up to her face, but Rosalie caught her hand and moved it to the front of her shirt. Bella's hands shook as they undid the buttons, her fingers tracing the soft skin underneath as she progressed down the shirt. An eternity later the shirt was off, and Rosalie wasted no time removing her own bra so that Bella at last had her first sight of her breasts.
"Breathe, Bella," Rosalie said, smiling softly at the younger girl's transfixed gaze.
Bella swallowed hard and took a shaky breath.
"May I?" She asked softly.
Rosalie's smile grew on her face as she nodded. A moment later she closed her eyes in bliss as Bella stood on her knees on the bed and gingerly touched her.
Bella forced herself to memorize this new wonderful sight as her hands followed in her eyes' wake. Her hands spread themselves over the new skin, running down Rosalie's shoulders, her sculpted back, her stomach, and over her breasts. Bella couldn't believe how wonderful the weight of them felt in her hands. She heard Rosalie's breathing change and took that as a sign to give them more attention. Without thinking she leaned down and took one of her protruding buds in her mouth.
She felt Rosalie stiffen and tremble at her touch, which drove Bella wild. Her hands wrapped around her waist and clutched forcibly, bringing her closer into her own body and her mouth. Both of them moaned at the rough sensation. Bella felt herself being pulled up, and she cried out at the momentary loss of contact before Rosalie firmly attached her mouth to hers. So consumed with Rosalie's tongue in her mouth, she almost missed when she started unbuttoning her pants. Rosalie didn't remove them entirely however. Instead she made short work of Bella's sweater and bra before resuming their kiss. Bella groaned when, a second later, she felt Rosalie's hand cup her ass under her pants.
On auto-pilot, Bella suddenly grabbed Rosalie by the neck and pulled down with all her weight, wrapping her legs around her waist at the same time. Rosalie continued her ministrations to her mouth, but complied and lowered them both onto the bed. A wicked grin spread over Rosalie's face as she lightly pinned Bella's arms against the headboard. Bella's moans increased in intensity then suddenly became a strangled hiss-Rosalie was now furiously sucking on her nipple...and had positioned her hips and leg in between Bella's...and was proceeding to thrust into her.
"Oh fuck," Bella panted heavily as he body's rhythm matched Rosalie's, meeting the other girl's as hard as she could. "Fuck, fuck," she moaned.
The pressure on her chest subsided, prompting her to look up. Rosalie's mouth was no longer on her. She met her eyes-she could have easily lost herself in the fire that was raging in Rosalie's eyes-and the two stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Their hips continued their dance.
Without breaking eye contact, Rosalie lowered her mouth onto Bella's other breast and, keeping her mouth open so Bella would have an unobstructed view, flicked her tongue rapidly around her nipple.
Bella's hips bucked, then resumed the now familiar rhythm albeit a little faster. She moaned loudly again and though her eyes never left Rosalie's tongue, her vision started to get fuzzy from the sheer pleasure.
"Rose...please!" Bella's voice no longer sounded familiar to her own ears. She never thought she was capable of such urgency and raw emotion-distinguishable in just those two words.
Rosalie's tongue disappeared from view as she enveloped her nipple into her entire mouth. Bella couldn't believe how good that felt. Rosalie's mouth was cool like the rest of her, but she still felt like she was being burned. Amazing.
She realized her arms were free once again and made use of the opportunity by sitting up slightly and pulling Rosalie up to her. Once her mouth was on hers again, she leaned over and started to take off her pants.
"Have you done this before?" Rosalie whispered as her pants fell to her ankles.
"No," Bella grinned. "But I read a few books."
Rosalie rolled her eyes but had to laugh at that. "Of course you did."
There was just one flimsy piece of fabric separating Rosalie from her. Rosalie stood on the floor by the side of the bed, and Bella held her breath as she slowly peeled her underwear down her legs.
Rosalie stood before her nude.
She didn't know what to say or think. 'Beautiful' just seemed too plain a description for what her eyes were witnessing. There were no words that could do this angel justice. But perhaps she could show her...
So much skin, Bella thought. She kissed her stomach while her hands ran over her back and ass...amazed at the sensation with no clothing in her way. Rosalie pulled her up to stand in front of her. Bella yielded, but continued her silent worship of Rosalie's body with her mouth and hands.
"Mmmm," Rosalie moaned into her ear, thoroughly enjoying Bella's tongue on the nape of her neck.
Suddenly, Bella felt herself be roughly turned around so that Rosalie was now behind her. She bit her lower lip, reeling from Rosalie's mouth burning a trail down her back...while she pushed her pants and panties down her thighs until she too was standing nude.
Bella stood still under the bright skylight. Rosalie wasn't touching her anymore, and the scared, insecure part of her was worried. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she turned her head to glance at her girlfriend.
"Don't move," she heard her whisper.
"It's your blood," Rosalie continued as she came into view next to her, though still an arm's length away. "Your body...I want to claim it."
"And that's bad?" Bella asked.
"That's bad," she confirmed. "I can't...let myself get so worked up that I can't think. If I give in to that vampire need to mark you...to claim you...you're dead."
"Should I...should I help you a little?" Bella asked. "With my scent..."
Rosalie was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "It can't hurt. Very well, go ahead."
Bella concentrated and every window in the cabin opened to its widest. Seconds later, several strong gusts of air blew through in every direction but Rosalie's, carrying Bella's scent away. Bella kept this up until Rosalie's eyes, which were significantly darker than they had been earlier, resorted to their usual amber.
"That's good. Thank you," Rosalie sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Can I touch you now?" Bella asked impatiently. As soon as she saw Rosalie nod, she bounded over to her and cupped her face into her hands. "Don't be a silly vampire. We knew something like this could happen. You were brilliant!"
Rosalie slowly nodded, but she still looked down and apologized again.
"Rosalie Hale," Bella started sternly. "If you don't wipe that guilty look from your face and kiss me right this second, I'll-"
Thankfully there was no need to finish her threat, nor would there be reason to carry it out. Rosalie took the hint and wrapped her arms around the younger girl as her lips granted Bella's command.
This time, both girls relished the delight of being able to touch each other without pesky clothing in the way. Bella didn't think she could ever tire of feeling Rosalie's full, nude body on hers.
Suddenly, Bella's thoughts turned to images that had driven her wild during the last months...images of what she longed to do with Rosalie...longed to do to her. With a start she realized she could now. There was nothing else standing in her way.
"Rose?" She mumbled, aware her face must be beet red but drawing on all her courage anyway.
"Yes?"
"I want...I want to taste you."
Silence. She could feel Rosalie's smile through her body. "Do you now?" She whispered.
"I want that too."
Bella stumbled forward and pushed Rosalie back onto the bed.
Rosalie stretched back and opened her body up for Bella, who stood above her drinking in the sight. The bright night sky filtered down through the skylight and onto Rosalie's body. She could see traces of the northern lights reflecting off of Rosalie's lightly shimmering skin. Bella's heart hammered dangerously fast in her chest but there was nothing she could do to slow it down. Doubt once again ran through her...she really didn't know what she was doing. Rosalie had years upon years of experience on her.
If her insecurities were strong, her desire to touch Rosalie was debilitatingly stronger. She was right there. Beneath her. Open and waiting. All other thoughts...everything else in the universe took a backseat in Bella's mind as she crawled atop the angel on the bed.
"Will you help me?" Bella asked tentatively. She started moving down her body, savoring every mouthful of Rosalie as she got closer and closer to her goal.
"You're doing very well," Rosalie sighed contentedly. "But yes I'll he-oh Christ!"
Bella's hands were clutching tightly around Rosalie's open thighs, and her mouth...Rosalie sat up slightly to take in the sight of Bella's face in between her legs, and fell down again, overwhelmed with the pleasure.
As for Bella, she let her mind shut down and her instincts take over...precisely what Rosalie could not do. All that mattered was Rosalie's pleasure and by extension her own. This. Was. Heaven. She was making Rosalie shake. She was why Rosalie had to ball her fists tightly around the sheets. She was the reason for the moans and grunts coming from Rosalie's throat. Bella was a master musician tonight...and Rosalie was the instrument she was born to play.
The sharp intake of breath from Rosalie brought some awareness back to her, just in time for her to feel the blonde clench her thighs tightly, and to see her hips rising haphazardly off of the bed.
"Oh my god!" Rosalie cried out. "Ohhh!" She continued to writhe on the bed for another minute before collapsing. Bella felt a hand caress her hair and looked up, thoroughly mesmerized by the sight of a spent Rosalie.
"What the hell books have you been reading?"
"This and that," Bella chuckled as she slithered up to Rosalie's side and continued to shower her lover with kisses.
"I'm impressed," Rosalie purred into her ear.
Bella's delighted grin melted into one of contentment as Rosalie maneuvered herself so she was on top. Cautiously, the older girl touched her lips to her neck. Some part of Bella's mind knew she should be worried, that this was tempting fate...but at that moment Bella honestly did not care. If she died that night, having lived this very night, then she'd have no complaints. Rosalie's tongue was running down her neck to her collarbone now, and Bella involuntarily arched her back...dying to get closer and to feel more...to feel more.
"I've been picturing this..." Rosalie murmured as her hands and mouth caressed her breasts, "dreaming of this," she continued along her stomach, "imagining you beneath me just like this...for so damn long."
Bella's breathing quickened with anticipation as she felt the cool air from Rosalie's mouth between her legs.
And then it happened.
Rosalie's lips descended to her core...and Bella immediately saw flames.
Pleasure. So much pleasure...and pain. The fire she felt between her legs, and the fire burning within her were unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her breathy moans filled the room, quiet and deafening at the same time. The sensations...it was as if every nerve had multiplied a thousandfold. Her body swung back and forth between the mind blowing sensuality playing out between her legs, and the tortuous burning that flowed through the rest of her body.
If only she could trap the pendulum on Rosalie's side. Every cold breath on her inner lips...every change of pace from Rosalie's tongue sent her moaning and thrashing into her face. At the same time, she could feel her heart begin to give way. The terrible, familiar coiling began.
"So warm" Rosalie moaned into her. "So wet..."
Then everything stopped-or rather, everything inside Bella stopped. As if in slow motion, she felt Rosalie's fingers lightly brush along her opening. Rosalie sank her sensitive nub deeper into her mouth...and pushed firmly inside her.
Eyes, that had been screwed shut in ecstasy and pain, opened.
And, luckily for the blonde who until then was oblivious to the blissful agony she was inflicting on her girlfriend, the arduous months of training finally paid off.
Hundreds of feet above them, the sky burst into flames. Through the skylight, Bella witnessed clouds of hot fire rolling violently, obscuring the northern lights. Inside the cabin the red glow from the flames above surrounded the girls and finally clued Rosalie in on what was happening.
"Bella?" Rosalie studied her in alarm, ready to stop.
But Bella had found her way back. She sensed the pause and hissed. "Don't...stop," she cried out. "I'm in control. Please don't stop."
Her eyes stayed fixed on the red sky, spellbound by it. She couldn't believe the joy that was emanating from inside her. She had done it. She had finally tamed the monster. It was still there, still part of her, but it did not control her anymore. Hotter, she thought...and the flames glowed blue from the increased heat. Faster...and the sea above rolled faster and faster. Command after command, the flames obeyed her without resistance and without hesitation.
The triumph she felt could only be outdone by Rosalie's administrations to her sex.
The build-up had begun long ago. All the while her eyes danced with the flames, Bella's body had been moving. As her control over the fire solidified, her control over her own body melted into oblivion. Her throat was producing sounds she'd never heard before. Her legs were spreading themselves farther out than they'd ever been. Her hips were moving at a fast and heated pace around Rosalie's fingers...and they were getting faster and more violent. Much, much faster.
Rosalie sensed the changes in her body. With a harsh growl, she dialed up her pace another notch...and another...and another.
Bella's eyes widened. Her face tightened. Her legs froze and her hips spasmed. She stopped breathing for a full thirty seconds as her whole body jerked uncontrollably around Rosalie's hand and mouth, before she finally collapsed with a loud guttural moan.
Fuck...fuck...fuck.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck," Bella whispered to herself, over and over.
"Indeed..." Rosalie agreed before changing her tone. "Are you ok?" She asked gently.
Bella had to think about it. "Uh...I don't...yeah...yes I think so."
Rosalie chuckled softly. "I think you need to sleep, little human."
"Mmm," was all the reply Bella could muster.
"Sleep now," Rosalie whispered as she gave her the slightest of kisses. "We'll talk about what happened tomorrow."
That certainly sounded like a good idea to the exhausted Bella, who could hardly keep her eyelids open. Bella let herself be wrapped in Rosalie's arms. Seconds were all she needed before slumber overtook her.
Rosalie continued to kiss her on the cheek for quite some time, until she too closed her eyes and held still for the closest thing to sleep she could emulate.
"I'm so proud of you Bells. I love you."
Author's note III: Well there you go. These last two chapters took forever in part because I was scared shitless of writing this scene. This is my first go at a sex scene. HOW erotical writers do this on a regular basis, I do not know. Seriously my head has been in the gutters the last couple of weeks. How do they do it?!
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