Chapter Seventeen
Bella decided to make good on her own internal promise of getting to learn more about Rosalie. It was true that the two of them hadn't exchanged words often, and when they did, they had been rude or lackluster. But now, that they were dating, Bella knew she had unfettered access to talking to Rosalie and so she was going to draw out information about her.
Of course, that got sidelined when Bella often found her mouth occupied by Rosalie's talented one. Now that they could finally be together, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They ended up sharing kisses that went from a chaste peck to a full out make out session in seconds. Their hands would always be reaching for one another, either brushing a hair back, grasping an elbow for attention, touching the waist possessively. Or even letting their fingers slide together to hold hands. They didn't act this way in school, because it was too soon after Bella had broken up with Edward and people would start asking questions or calling her a slut. Also, Bella wasn't quite ready to come out. It was 2020, so it was more common and accepted to be bisexual, but, she didn't know about Forks. It was a small town, those tended to be small minded and not as accepting as cities.
Rosalie didn't quite mind it. She was in no rush now that they were together. They were careful to not touch in school, or kiss, or even sit close to one another. But Bella's friends did notice she was acting all friendly with Rosalie now, whereas before they had always sniped at each other.
"Wow, what happened?" Lauren asked and Bella shrugged not wanting to have this conversation.
"I dunno, one day we just sorta clicked and decided to be nice to each other," she shrugged once more for emphasis to show how little she knew or cared about this, not wanting to talk too much on this least she reveal something she shouldn't have.
"Just like that? But she doesn't talk to anyone," Jessica said, eyes beady on Bella like she was a juicy morsel.
"She talks to me now. And she's actually not all that bad," Bella offered a small grin, knowing Rosalie was listening over the other sounds of the bustling cafeteria. Rosalie caught her eyes and smiled back, glad to know Bella was defending her.
Bella had never felt this need with Edward to be so touchy. With him, he had always been so afraid to touch her because he could break her, so she had curbed her touches and just only touched him when he let her.
Rosalie wasn't like that. She was affectionate and didn't hide it when they were at her families mansion, snuggling up in her room or on the couch. They did so much PDA even Emmett who was the type of dude to have sex in public, was starting to get annoyed.
"Seriously, the two of you need to stop," he grumbled as their quick game of footsy under the table turned heated staring turned Bella finding Rosalie on her lap in a flash, lips on her neck, that made him lose his video game.
Rosalie merely flipped him the finger, and annoyed, he threw down the controller and went upstairs. Even Alice and Jasper kept out of their way, Alice using her visions to know when to leave the house to avoid maximum PDA time.
Bella couldn't care though. Each touch was electric and only left her wanting more. And it's not like all they did was kiss and make out. When they weren't doing that, they were reading a book together, or watching a movie, or they were in Rosalie's garage.
It was astounding how they fit together so easily. How soft Rosalie was even if she had been so hard before, hadn't even deigned looking at Bella once. This new relationship was bliss. They were in the honeymoon phase and Bella didn't think it would ever end. Anything and everything they did together was just so much fun. Was just so amazing. She didn't think she would ever get bored of even doing the most mundane things with her mate.
"You really know your way around cars," Bella whistled as Rosalie showed off the new Camaro that she had fixed up from the pile of junk it had been. She'd polished the body until it shown red and outfitted the insides and outsides. Only the wheels needed to put on and it would be done.
"Emmett asked me to fix it up for him. Don't know why as he'll barely fit inside the car, but I love working on cars so I won't complain. And, he's paying me in car parts for this."
Bella felt tempted to touch the shiny coat, but instead turned to look at Rosalie. "You're so talented, you know that? I wish I could be as amazing as you."
Rosalie's eyes turned darker here, and she sighed out, reaching out a hand to brush back one of Bella's strands of hair. Bella turned in. Their bodies had grown so attuned to each other that it was almost crazy, but Bella could even sense Rosalie across the school building. Was it normal? She assumed it was for mates. "Bella, you are amazing. You just don't see it yet."
Their bodies got closer, Bella's eyes lingering on Rosalie's lips. "Why don't you show me how much?" she coyly asked and Rosalie was happy to oblige. She kissed Bella hard, their lips fitting like grooves. Bella's arms came to wrap around Rosalie's shoulders while the blonde's hands went down to Bella's waist. They had only been dating for three weeks right now, but Bella felt ready. Ready to take it further with Rosalie. She only had to find the right time to vocalize the fact.
As Rosalie made to pull away, Bella bit her bottom lip, eliciting a hiss from Rosalie.
Rosalie pinned Bella to the car door. Normally, Bella didn't enjoy being pinned down. It felt stifling, felt like she was being reduced to a possession. But when Rosalie did it, it was hot. This way, Bella could feel the inches of her form, so cold and pressed tight against Bella's. Bella's hands ran on autopilot and snuck under Rosalie's shirt, tracing the contours of cold skin there. They stayed below the bra line because to go any higher would be crossing lines that should not be crossed. At least, not yet, right?
Bella could feel the way Rosalie's stomach tensed under the touches, tightening and flexing in response as her forehead pressed against Bella's, a low rumble growing in her chest. Her hands are flat on the car behind them, shaking as they try to stay the urge to touch Bella.
"Bella, you need to stop me," Rosalie breathes out heavily, humming through her nose when Bella's hands circle around her waist and to the back, marking hips with warm human fingers that leave lingering heat like coals. Rosalie lets her eyes slip closed as if not seeing Bella's face will curb her enthusiasm. But Bella's face is seared into her mind's eye.
"Or else?" Bella whispers, provoking. She can't stop touching Rosalie, wanting to feel more of her than this. Her hands dip mischievously lower and Rosalie's breath hitches. "Bella..." she warns but presses tighter. "Or else I won't be able to stop myself from taking you against this car."
Bella almost doesn't believe that she's heard Rosalie right. Is this a dream? Rosalie rarely admits such things out loud. But to hear her say this, unrestrained on how exactly she wants to treat Bella...? Bella can't stop the shiver rushing through her. She wants it badly. Her arousal clearly reaches Rosalie's nose because next thing Bella knows, her thighs are being picked up effortlessly as she is pressed harder into the car door, Rosalie slotted in between her open thighs. It's heady to know Bella has this affect on the otherwise frosty queen of Forks High.
"And what exactly will you do?" Bella asks breathlessly, encouraging when she should be halting.
Rosalie groans, half in defeat and half in want. "Naughty things. Such naughty things you haven't even heard about, Bella," she assured, voice low and dripping with want. Her head is no longer pressed against Bella's but rubbing cheeks with Bella's before lips make it down the column of Bella's pale neck, kissing delicately because they cannot leave a mark.
Bella whimpers at the words and at Rosalie's ministrations. Her nails dig into Rosalie's diamond hard skin, spurring her on as her hips began to rock forwards into Rosalie's stomach. Consequences be damned. Bella's mind is foggy with lust and she can't keep denying this feeling inside her. Rosalie is her mate. This is right, and being with Edward is wrong. He is the impostor. He is in the way of their love.
Rosalie doesn't rock back into Bella, her body going so still and stopping. Bella's doesn't stop. "Bella, tell me to stop," Rosalie's voice is choked with self restraint. With one last final declaration.
"No," Bella breathes out, done with denying herself. "I don't care anymore. I need to have you. I want to feel you. I refuse to let what happened with Edward keep us apart any longer," she confessed as all her senses focused on Rosalie. Rosalie her mate. Rosalie her eternal love. Because Bella could sense hesitancy in Rosalie, and Bella herself was a bit reluctant to fully dive deeply into their relationship, because of how she'd been with Edward not so long ago. Edward who'd almost gone feral. Who had hurt Bella because he couldn't understand she no longer wanted to be with him.
"Shit," Rosalie curses, shuddering against Bella. Suddenly the two of them are on the hood of the car, Bella pushed up against the glass window-shield and Rosalie over her, hips grinding down on Bella's.
"Yes," Bella groans, throwing her head back as their bodies undulate together.
Afterwards, they find their way upstairs, to lounge in Rosalie's bed, bodies lethargic post bliss. They hadn't gone all the way on the car but had been so close to crossing that line. Bella can't wait until they do. It will feel so amazing, she just knows it. Just like it feels amazing right now to be this close to Rosalie. To have felt her shake and shiver on top of her. For both of them to hump their way into a mutual orgasm.
And as Bella had come down, Rosalie had kissed her so slowly and softly on her lips that Bella had almost wanted to cry. It was beautiful. Rosalie was beautiful. Bella felt so stupid for never having realized they were meant to be together sooner. She felt stupid for wasting her time on Edward. Edward who had never treated her this kindly in their relationship. With such reverence and love.
"What's wrong?" Rosalie had asked, worried. "Did I hurt you?" She had tried to be as gentle as she could be, as controlled as possible even as her body had wanted to let loose and finally unravel on top of Bella. Her body stills, she pulls her lips away to look Bella's face over. But she sees no pain, only pure joy. Bella's eyes glimmer. "I'm just so happy. Happy to be with you." And she had wrapped her fingers in Rosalie's hair and pulled her in for a deep, soul reaching kiss that had Rosalie's libido screaming once more.
But Bella was delicate and she didn't want to push even if she wanted to take Bella to the edge of pleasure and keep her there for eternity. Instead, she picked Bella up and took her to her room upstairs so they could cuddle under Rosalie's black sheets on Egyptian cotton. Rosalie had special ordered them just for Bella.
"I'm happy too," she says after she realizes she never said it back, distracted by Bella's kiss. Bella smiles and cuddles in more deeply.
They're interrupted when a loud cry cuts through the air. "Rosalie!" Emmett bellows from downstairs. "Why are their dents on the hood of my car?!"
Rosalie and Bella exchanged panicked looks. Oops, looks like they had gotten a bit carried away.
"I'll fix it!" Rosalie calls down.
"You better!" Emmett responds. "And next time use your own car!"
Bella pulls the covers up to hide her embarrassment as Rosalie chuckles. "Oh my god," Bella groaned out. She hadn't wanted anyone to know.
"No need to be embarrassed, Emmett's done worse," Rosalie assured, bringing Bella closer to her and enjoying the warmth of her frame, and the delicious smell wafting up from her. Being next to her made Rosalie feel alive, as crazy as it sounded. Despite living for so long and being undead, only now did Rosalie feel like she was seeing the world for how it was.
It was like the mate bond sharpened everything.
"Do you want me to tell you?" Rosalie offered and Bella peeked out from under the covers wrinkling up her nose. "Ew, no. I don't wanna know what he got up to." As she said this a thought struck her. Right, Rosalie used to be with Emmett before. Jealousy flared to life in Bella's belly. Rosalie seemed to catch on. "What's wrong?" she asked as Bella let out a huff of air and debated whether she should say anything.
"Bella..." Rosalie didn't like uncertainty. And she didn't like Bella being sad even more.
Bella looked at Rosalie, then at the ceiling. "It's just um, I remembered how you and Emmett used to be together."
"Oh," Rosalie said, sliding back against her pillows. She crossed her hands over her stomach. "It's...I don't know what to say."
"It's fine. I knew about it, but I didn't really think about it..."
"You were with Edward before too, and it killed me to see you with him," Rosalie confessed. "But I don't want to think about him either. I just want to think about us."
Bella looked over at Rosalie's earnest face. At her full lips, her golden eyes and her hair that was always perfect even now with it resting on the pillows. Arousal flared up inside Bella. Rosalie was her's now. And she wanted her. She reached out a hand to trace a thumb over Rosalie's lips. The vampire's eyes lidded at this, lips falling apart slightly.
"Then I want to be yours, irrevocably. And I want you to be mine, irrevocably," Bella whispered as Rosalie kissed her palm, before taking it and linking their fingers together.
"What do you mean?" she asked, turning into Bella.
At this moment, it was clear to Bella. She had her happiness, right in front of her. And yes, perhaps she'd have to sacrifice some things to get it permanently, but, it would be worth it. She couldn't imagine a life without Rosalie in it. Or a life where she was gone and Rosalie had to live on without her, in immeasurable pain.
"I want to be with you for all eternity. I want to join the coven."
Rosalie stiffened up, closing and going into herself. She got off the bed, looking at Bella with horror and pain in her eyes. "Bella, no." The soft moment between them was shattered.
Bella sat up, confused. "Why not?"
"Because," Rosalie ground out. "You don't know what you're asking for-"
"I do."
"You don't," Rosalie insisted, hands clenching and unclenching. Bella's face suddenly goes cold.
"I thought you weren't like Edward. I thought you would let me make my own choices," Bella's voice was clipped and she knew she was hurting Rosalie's feelings but she didn't care. Why was Rosalie suddenly acting like this to her?
Were her words really that incendiary?
Rosalie's jaw clenches at this comment. "I am not like him."
"Then why are you trying to tell me what to do! The Volturi demand I be turned-"
"Because you're young! And you don't know anything!" Rosalie bit out bitterly. "You don't know how much I wished I wasn't this monster." She gestured at herself.
"Rosalie..." Bella sucked in a breath. The blonde was behaving and sounding just like Edward. "You're not a monster."
But Rosalie was shaking her head. "No, you don't get to say that-"
Suddenly anger flared through Bella and she jumped off the bed, ready to leave. "Oh, because I'm a stupid human and I don't know jack shit? Well, screw you, Rosalie!" And then she stormed off. Rosalie just glared at her, but made no move to follow or stop her, and for some reason, that hurt Bella even more than their argument had.