Have you Met my Goddess Wife?
Chapter Fifteen: A Godly Issue
A/N: Could this be, Rosella development?
It wasn't like I could ignore Victoria entirely. Especially not since she sought me out. And really, I kinda did like her. She was cool. For War, she hadn't even really hurt anyone. And Laurent always made sure I had packed lunches for school. In fact, he packed lunches for all of us. What a mom, honestly.
I could see Esme felt threatened by his domesticity when Emmett started calling Laurent mom jokingly. She took that shit serious. "Mom, huh?" she glared at him and Laurent shrunk under her gaze as she emitted an evil aura. "We'll see about that. I'm the only mother here. I am the God of the home, and therefore the mother of all gods!" She cracked her knuckles, the house quaking under her vibes.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to overstep my boundaries. I just wanna follow my passion of cooking," he told her, sweating like a pig in his flannel. Shakily, he held up his creation. "Would you like to try my hummus? I could teach you how to make it out of freshly ground human flesh."
Upon hearing that we all did a collective spit take of our food.
I could not believe I had been fed humans! I felt sick to my core.
Rosalie did not look too fazed by this. "I told you they were evil. What did you expect?"
"Some common fucking decency," I groaned out, knowing I would feel disgusted about this for days and at the sight of any food. I guess my body was going on a diet. "I don't wanna pull a Jeffery Dauhmer."
"Who?"
"You don't want to know," I told her.
After Esme roasted Laurent's ass for using human counterparts in his meals- and she quite literally roasted him, with thyme and rosemary in her oven. The house smelt like him for days- he apologized to all of us, claiming he didn't know humans had gotten over the whole cannibal thing. I shuddered to think where he got the bodies from, but better not to ask. He swore he would make dishes out of animal meat only.
Not that I would ever trust him again.
"Gordon Ramsey would have a field day with Laurent's cooking," I told Rosalie.
"Who?"
"Do you not know who anyone is, outside of your own face?" I huffed at her. She rolled her eyes at me, as usual, and I only huffed harder at her. Marriage, am I right?
Having successfully reclaimed her head matriarchal status, Esme became more pleasant to be around again. And as all things go with gods, I was sure it would be a mercurial thing. Things seemed to shift and change everyday. Just two days after becoming a self proclaimed 'good horseman' James ended up hooking up with Tanya.
And so did Laurent. And Victoria.
Like come on, what the heck Tanya? It was like a rotating door. One horsemen left, the other came in. Was she charging them or something for this?
Victoria's betrayal kind of hurt. I thought she liked me. "Don't worry, I still like you," she winked at me, which was not all convincing given the hickey she had on her neck that was the size of a fist. "A girl just has needs, and with ice princess all around you like a guard dog, it's hard to make a move."
Indeed, Rosalie was by my side and I was so used to her chilling presence by now, that I was not even shivering despite it being ten degrees cooler around her.
"I am not her guard dog. Bella is just prone to making dumb decisions. So, I am here to make sure she doesn't make the dumbest one of them all, and fall for you," Rosalie said stiffly and like she'd much rather be anywhere else.
"Ah, but you agree that she could fall for me. Because I'm charming," Victoria grinned, looking happy about this turn of events. Rosalie got even stiffer. I was afraid if she tightened up even more, she'd snap.
"No, Bella has horrible taste. She's attracted to trash, so I don't want her coming after you."
"I am not trash!" Victoria cried out. "Seriously, what is your issue. Bella's single-"
"She's not," Rosalie said tersely.
"Oh for crying out loud," Emmett groaned out where he was in the next door room, gaming. "They're married."
Victoria blinked at this. "Married?"
I raised my hand to show her the ring. She took my hand and looked even closer at the ring, like it might go away if she blinked. Like it was fake. But it wasn't. It was very much there. "How are you married to that frigid bitch!"
"Uh, well, I kinda didn't have a cho-"
"I am not frigid!" Rosalie decried.
"Hard to believe," Victoria snorted. "Tell me, can you make Bella moan in bed? Can you make her cum in under three minutes with your tongue alone?" Okay, I was beginning to flush now, because the thought of Rosalie doing that was hot. Her blonde head in between my legs, licking me so slowly, like a lollipop.
Rosalie did not seem ready for this line of questioning. She flushed for entirely different reasons.
"Virgin!" Victoria teased.
"I am not a virgin!" Rosalie flushed even harder. "I just don't like discussing my sexual appetites in front of others. Because I'm not a perv!" Then, she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me up the stairs to her room, shutting us in there.
This was the first time I was in her room. And honestly, it wasn't what I expected. It was very...princesslike. Lots of pillows on the bed, shimmering curtains of purple lace on the windows. Plush rugs on the floor and a walk in closet full of clothes. Walls painted a cool light blue. I didn't know if I could touch anything or sit anywhere, so I didn't. I just stood there as Rosalie paced from the bed to her window seat, muttering angrily.
"Who does she think she is! I know what sex is. I know how to do it...and stuff," she said. "I'd probably be good at it too."
What could I say to make her feel better? "I'm a virgin too, so I don't know about these things either."
She gave me a sharp look as if remembering I was up here. "It's more shameful for me. You're only sixteen. And I am millennia old."
"Maybe you never found the right one?" I offered, feeling like I was not helping her at all.
She shook her head. "I don't know if there ever will be the right one. Maybe I am frigid after all," Rosalie said, sitting down on her bed, looking so dejected. I had never seen her like this before. I sat down next to her, sinking into the soft purple covers.
"You're not frigid. You can come off as cold, sure. But you're not without emotion. Or love. You just aren't in a rush to find it maybe. And remember those kisses we shared?"
"How could I forget," Rosalie made a face. And okay, my kisses weren't that bad!
"Those kisses were good. They made me feel good, even if mine didn't make you feel good," I told her, used to her deriding me so often by now that I brushed off her comment.
Rosalie said something lowly.
"What?" I asked her, not having heard her.
"I said, your kisses weren't bad," she said, and though she faced away from me, I could see the tips of her ears flush. I too flushed. She really didn't think my kisses were bad?
When she didn't hear anything out of me, she turned in, to check on me, only to find me looking at her, with something like happiness churning inside me. "Thanks."
"Why are you thanking me?" she asked in a soft voice, and we were kind of whispering.
"You don't say nice things often. Not to me at all, especially. So, thank you," I told her. "I'm glad to hear that a goddess really thinks my kisses are alright."
"My opinion matters that much, huh," she said and I wasn't sure if it was a question.
A knock came at the door. "Hey, Rosalie. If you're done crying over not being a chad, can I speak to Bella? Since I planned to marry her and all, but she's married to you, we've got some stuff to figure out."
Rosalie's expression darkened. She clearly did not like Victoria, or her being near me. Funny, since Rosalie didn't care about this marriage.
"Rosalie? Could you open the door, or else I'm going to knock it down and I know I won't find the two of you fucking, so I'm not scared to do it. I'm giving you ten seconds." She began to count down.
I made to rise from the bed. "I should go get her before she breaks the door down. You may not get upset at it, but Esme will wring her neck like a dish towel." Rosalie's slender fingers slip around my wrist and tug me down.
"...Seven...six..."
"Don't go to her," she told me, whispering ferociously.
"Why not? Would you rather face her?" I questioned.
"...Three...two..."
Rosalie pushed me down onto the covers and straddled my waist in record time. Before I could even make a noise of surprise, she had cupped my face between her hands and was kissing me. Hard. Definitely not like how a frigid person would.
The door slammed open, knocking into the wall and lodging there. "Gross," Victoria gagged when she saw us like this. "Get a room!" Rosalie pulled away from my lips at this.
"This is my room!" she shrilled out and then launched some icicles from her hand. Victoria let out a gasp of surprise and dodged them. Rosalie then went back to kissing me, her hands a bit colder now on my overheated skin.
With the combination of her soft sheets on my back and her soft lips on mine, I was slipping into a state of bliss. And then she swiped her tongue against my mouth and I opened up to accept her tongue. It was wet, and messy and I let her tongue dominant mine easily as I felt her hands come down to lean against the bed so as to brace more of her weight this way as she leaned in closer.
I forgot if Victoria was even still there but I could not care. Not when Rosalie was kissing me like this. Like she really meant it. I could not keep my hands to myself. I don't know if she was putting on an act for Victoria or what, but I was going to make the most of it. One of my hands tangled into her hair and yanked on it hard, hard enough to elicit a hiss from her.
"Bella what are you-" but I pressed a kiss under the delicate skin of her jawline and felt her hips do a little buck up into mine. I wish I could see her facial expression as I made my way down her neck, sucking and laving to her collarbone. She was a panting mess by the time I made it there, unable to keep her hips still. My own body wanted to react but her body kept my pinned down so all I could do was breathe heavily through my nose and allow the hand not in her hair, that was pulling her neck taunt, to slip under her shirt and trace circles on her lower back.
"Mm, Bella-" came out of her mouth but whatever she was going to say next was interrupted by vomiting noises. We both stopped and looked to where the door was open still. Victoria was gone but Jasper had walked past, not suspecting this.
"Please, have mercy on a gay boy," he groaned out, leaving a mess outside the door and running off. This effectively killed the mood between us and Rosalie got off of me, averting her eyes as if embarrassed by what had happened. I wondered if I should say anything, or if I should just leave her be. But I could see her retreating back into her shell and it was hurting me. Why was it that whenever she showed some emotion, she had to take two steps back?
"I'll go get a mop," I said, my breathing returning to normal. I was still aroused, feeling a bit slick between my thighs. I needed a distraction.
"Jasper!" came the shrill cry of Esme below. "Not my hardwood floors!"
"Guess Esme will just mop the floor with Jasper instead," I commented lightly.