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Author's note: Fluff in the beginning and M rated fluff in the end. I figured you could use it after the past chapter. Enjoy :D
"You're dead, Belly Bear."
"Ever hear of a teachable moment?" Bella didn't bother hiding the irritation in her voice. "We had all that time in the trenches! You could've showed me how the damn grenades work!"
"Language!" Esme shouted from the other room.
"Sorry!" Bella replied after throwing a pillow at Emmett, who was snickering on the couch next to her. Bella rolled her eyes and got back into the game. The mood in the house was lighthearted but Bella was aware of the side glances Emmett would occasionally throw her way...as if he was waiting to do or say the wrong thing that would send her spiraling back into the depression she had experienced on and right after her birthday. She did her best to ignore it and continued to stab her enemies on the screen. To their credit, all of the Cullens had respected her mental and emotional state and had refrained from making a big deal (really, any kind of deal) about the day. Alice, she suspected, was crushed...but if any of them had tried to give her anything or so much as bake a cake Bella might have honestly set their house on fire. A wake-up kiss from Rosalie and a few longer than usual hugs from the rest of them the next morning were the only presents that she got, and she was grateful for that.
Now, nearly a month later, she was finally getting back to normal. The guilt got locked away...enough so that Bella was able to laugh again and mean it. Her friends had taken the setback in stride and patiently gave her the time she needed to recoup. Well, almost all of them had been patient. Emmett was pretty beside himself when she grabbed a controller and joined him for an afternoon of video games...he missed their carefree times together. Bella did too, so she determinedly put aside the zombie she was close to becoming and sought him out today because if there was anyone who could make her smile, it was Emmett.
Halfway through their raid on the enemy's base, Bella's performance noticeably declined. Emmett looked up to see what was wrong but then chuckled when he saw that Bella kept glancing out the window to where Rosalie was.
"Dude, you're so whipped," he grinned.
"Oh please," she grumbled. "And you aren't? Besides, you had like a million years to get used to her."
He shook his head and paused the game. "Go ahead," he said softly. "You're gonna get me killed if you try to play while you're drooling like that."
Resisting a witty comeback, she smiled and got up. Before she reached the door to the backyard though, she stopped and turned around.
"Come with?" She asked quietly. Surprised but not unhappily so, Emmett nodded and walked outside with her. Rosalie was laid out on a huge hammock in the Cullens' backyard. In the bright sunlight her shimmering, golden figure looked like an ethereal vision. Both Bella and Emmett sighed with happiness at the sight, prompting the girl in question to look up from her book and smile.
"Hello," she said, surprised to see them both and relieved to see the shadow had lifted from Bella's face.
"Hey," Bella smiled. "Will this thing hold me and the Hulk too?"
Rosalie laughed and made room on the hammock. It was a tight fit but they managed it. Bella lay back on one side of Rosalie while Emmett lay on the other. She sighed contentedly as Rosalie's arms fit around her like a glove. This was likely the last warm, sunny day they'd have before winter hit in earnest and Bella would miss seeing Rosalie in such a relaxed state. She loved the warmth of the sun so much. Watching her, it made Bella wonder what it would be like to have skin as cold as hers. Bella could hear better than any human, but she had to consciously turn it on or off. To hear as the vampires do...to see and touch as they do...
Bella felt a rush of excitement at the idea of so much power before she mentally slapped herself for thinking it. It wasn't her who wanted more...it was the monster...
"What's up?" Rosalie asked. She must have felt her body tense.
"Nothing," Bella replied. "I was just wondering if vampires were ticklish."
"Oh they are," Emmett said slyly. "But only if another vampire does the tickling!"
And with that Emmett proceeded to attack Rosalie, who yelped and tried to hide behind Bella. Unfortunately for her Bella was firmly on Emmett's side of this impromptu war. Letting an evil grin take over her face, Bella did everything she could to keep Rosalie's most ticklish spots undefended for Emmett's relentless assault. Rosalie finally had enough and flipped her over so Bella was in the middle.
"Good grief, I'm love with two 5-year olds," she grumbled.
Bella nuzzled into her. Three months ago she would never have been able to be so close to her in front of Emmett. Now, nothing felt more natural.
"You know it wasn't that long ago that I was a 5-year old," Bella mused out loud.
Rosalie turned to look at her. "Does it bother you?" She asked quietly. "The age difference?"
"No..." Bella started. "I mean, it's nothing compared to Esme and Carlisle. It is kind of weird though to think that you two are basically 100 years old. Does it bother you?"
Rosalie smiled softly. "It's not like we age, Bells," she said, sadly. "My body is 18."
Emmett responded before Bella opened her mouth. "But we've still lived, Rose. Even if you can't tell by looking at us..."
Bella observed how hard Rosalie worked to stamp out the sadness on her face. At least she's trying, she thought.
"I would never have met you," Bella whispered. "Either of you..."
Rosalie smiled softly and squirmed a little-Bella got the hint and snuggled even deeper inside her arms. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Rosalie and Emmett's hands entwined together.
The sun, the warmth, and the sheer comfort of her position soon sent Bella dozing off. Rosalie smiled at the tell-tale signs...and admired the peace adorning Bella's face.
"She loves you so much," Emmett whispered long after Bella closed her eyes.
Rosalie looked up and searched his face. "How are you doing so far?" She asked.
He smiled. "I'm perfectly fine, Rose. It's weird sometimes...no not in a bad way!" He added when her face betrayed her worry. "It's weird to watch someone else love you, care about you the same way I do...when I watch her looking at you, talking to you, or even knowing that she's thinking about you...I dunno, it's like looking in a mirror sometimes."
Rosalie raised her eyebrows. "Ok, a fun house mirror," he said, grinning. "But anyway...you know what I mean?"
"I think so," she replied slowly. "It might be why you two are always so...well, on the same wavelength I guess. Sometimes I think you two get each other more than I get either one of you," she teased, rolling her eyes.
Emmett chuckled. "Bella Bear and Emmett, the dynamic duo," he grinned. "Batman and Robin!"
She snorted. "As long as you're not under the impression you'll be Batman."
"Hey!" He pouted. "Look at these muscles, babe! I'm definitely Batman."
She moved her hand past his neck and pinched his ear ("Ow!"). She was about to embarrass him by pointing out that she wore the pants in their relationship, and therefore he really wasn't Batman material...but then Bella stirred and distracted them both, luckily for Emmett.
She smiled at the little stretches and yawns that escaped her lips. Sleeping was one of the things Rosalie missed the most. How liberating it must feel to simply stop...being...for a few hours...to wake up refreshed and recharged. It got so terribly tiring to be awake all the damn time.
Bella was so far gone she probably didn't realize exactly where she was. Surprising the two vampires on either side of her, she lightly pulled Rosalie even closer while at the same time, snuggled a little into Emmett.
Rosalie chuckled at the look on Emmett's face. "Relax," she whispered. "She probably thinks you're a giant pillow."
"Uh huh," Emmett said, still a little flustered at this close proximity...he didn't have Rosalie's practice with a human. Then he grinned. "She's quite the cuddly teddy bear, isn't she?"
Oh poor Bella, Rosalie thought. Emmett's never gonna let her live this one down.
"For the third time, Ms. Swan! Will you please answer when I call your name?"
Huh? Oh man...
Bella really needed to work on her attention span. Every other day it seemed she was getting called out for daydreaming. It was true that she found herself spacing out much more these days but Bella attributed it to trying to ignore Jessica and Lauren and their ever-present and ever-growing group of allies. Her actual work was still flawless as ever, but teachers were beginning to notice her constant mental absence. Honestly she was also bored to death-how did the Cullens do it year after year?
"Sorry, Mrs. Hashim," Bella said.
Next to her, Jessica rolled her eyes and whispered, "Planning your wedding? You really think the Cullens won't see through your schemes?"
Bella couldn't believe that 'Bella and Edward, kissing in a tree' was still something high-schoolers did. But here they were six weeks since the first day back and nothing Bella did could stamp out the rumors that she was shopping for entry into the Cullens' family via Edward. Edward was a nice enough guy (albeit creepy, moody, and oh yeah, still fighting the urge to kill her) but the idea of a romance with that particular vampire made her want to gag. It was lucky he couldn't read her mind, but she shuddered to think of what he's been hearing from the rest of the school.
It's no wonder he's been avoiding you, she thought. Then again it seemed like he was avoiding everybody. Still unsure whether it was a good or troubling development, she nonetheless pondered at Edward's odd behavior since returning from Denali. There were days when she saw him only in passing in the school hallways. They were biology partners, sure, but both of them knew the material so well they could get through a whole lab without speaking a word to the other. Then, on other days, Edward wouldn't move ten feet away from her. This was especially grating to Rosalie who, for some reason, would grit her teeth and visibly strain not to pounce on him whenever he was in both of their presence. Bella often asked her what her deal was, but Rosalie would flare her nostrils and say it was 'old brother/sister stuff' and change the subject. Emmett, who was as puzzled as Bella, figured it was just the old wounds from when Bella left, and told her as much. But Bella wasn't convinced.
"For crying out loud, Bella!"
God damn it.
"Sorry, Mrs. Hashim," Bella replied, abashed. "The answer is foreshadowing, which refers to the use of indicative words, phrases and hints that set the stage for a story to unfold and give the reader a hint of something that is going to happen without revealing the story or spoiling the suspense. Foreshadowing is used to suggest an upcoming outcome to the story."
The teacher nodded reluctantly and moved on while Bella tried not to sigh in exasperation. Twenty more months of this, she groaned silently to herself. And then what? The small voice in her head asked, what will she do...where will she go after? It's clear she can't stay here with Charlie. Bella wasn't blind-he was obviously making an effort with her. She was still astonished, though immensely grateful...but she didn't think he would ever be able to look at her without seeing the girl who killed his wife. Perhaps soon they could pull off a civilized relationship. But would he ever love her again? Would he ever forgive her? Bella wanted to hope, but every time she felt a twinge of happiness when Charlie said or did something that was actually...nice, she would remind herself that odds were, there was a bullet with her name on it in his gun. She didn't want to believe she could have a relationship with her father only for everything to come crashing down on her. And yet...
The Cullens...nobody had uttered the word. Nobody had dared. But it was clear as day what they all wanted. It was inevitable...one of them was bound to bring it up...and Bella dreaded that conversation more than anything else. She couldn't imagine how she'd react when that day came. But she knew...she knew in her heart what her answer would be.
"That's it, Bella!" Mrs. Hashim's face was red with anger. "I'll see you after school in detention!"
Fucking hell. That's the second time this week.
Jessica looked like Christmas had come early, and when the bell signaled the end of class she and Lauren snickered and made a point of shoving past her on their way out.
Two can play that game, Bella thought, narrowing her eyes.
"Oomph!"
Bella's face betrayed nothing as she walked past Jessica and Lauren's sprawled out figures on the floor. It appeared they had both tripped on something pretty solid in the hallway that was now, mysteriously, gone without a trace.
Bella put aside her book when she saw that Rosalie was at her window. Since Charlie had begun to visit her more, and since her door was easily within sight of the house, Rosalie had started using the other entry to her shed for her nighttime visits. The blonde was not particularly pleased with this.
"I feel like bloody Romeo," Rosalie grumbled as she landed smoothly inside.
"Not a fan, huh?" Bella laughed and welcomed her with a kiss.
"Melodramatic idiot," Rosalie confirmed. "And don't get me started on Juliet."
"Right then," Bella smiled. "So I shouldn't ask for help on that essay."
Rosalie snorted. "Like you don't already have the play memorized." She put her bag down by the bed and climbed into it. The school's copy of Romeo and Juliet got tossed aside with a roll of her eyes.
Bella laughed. "Is your issue with angsty, suicidal love or do you take offense to the Bard himself?"
"Just Romeo...the moron," she mumbled. "But I like the rest. And the sonnets rule."
"Oh?" Bella asked with a glint in her eyes. "So I could've saved us all that time and wooed you with 'shall I compare thee to a summer's day'?
"Do you know how many idiots have tried that on me over the years?" Rosalie asked, rolling her eyes again. She made herself more comfortable on the bed, mostly by holding the younger girl close in her arms. Bella sighed in happiness. She had been looking forward to this all day.
"Oh I dunno... 'thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st' is certainly oddly appropriate," Bella muttered through her light kisses to Rosalie's neck.
"They never made it to that line," Rosalie said. She was starting to lose focus on everything save for Bella's lips on her skin.
Bella chuckled. "So I'm the first? Something tells me poetry's not Emmett's style..."
She never got a chance to answer. Bella, who could no longer contain herself, had moved to straddle her legs and had started furiously attacking her mouth with her own.
Bella loosened her lips from hers to breathe and whispered, "'all days are nights to see till I see thee, and nights bright days when dreams do show thee me...'"
Rosalie's heart, despite its long dormancy, twitched in her chest...or so she imagined anyway.
Bella's shirt was soon discarded and, while she worked on Rosalie's shirt with trembling hands, Rosalie took the moment to study the girl in front of her. She gulped. She wanted her...so badly.
"'Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope, being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope,'" Rosalie smiled.
"Unsurprisingly," Bella chuckled and ducked Rosalie's playful slap. "Hey!...and here I was gonna tell you 'though art all the better part of me'"
Rosalie would've responded if Bella hadn't chosen that moment to cover her breasts with her mouth. She moaned in pleasure...it would be awhile before she remembered her own name. Bella in the meantime moaned in hunger. She wanted more, so much more of Rosalie.
The rest of their clothes quickly found a home on the floor. From the start, Bella, who was a relative newcomer to social convention and propriety, had not displayed nor indeed felt much discomfort with casual nudity. When they weren't busy with what that nudity often led to, Bella rarely felt compelled to put her clothes back on. Bella found that the longer she stayed disrobed, the longer Rosalie did too...so really, was there a better incentive than that?
Suddenly, Bella found herself roughly manhandled so she was lying on her stomach beneath Rosalie. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned into the pillow. Rosalie was inching down her back, tortuously slow, using her lips, tongue and the lightest touch of her teeth. Bella involuntarily ground her hips into the bed beneath her as Rosalie descended further and further.
"Ohh," Bella groaned. "Fffuck..."
Bella wrapped her hands around the bars of the backboard and tried, and utterly failed to keep her breathing even. Rosalie should win an award for the things she could do with her mouth. And her tongue...my god, her tongue.
Gradually and without really knowing it, Bella had moved herself further and further out so that she was on her knees and her butt was sticking out for the easiest access. Rosalie was taking full advantage of this.
"That's one hell of a view, Bells," she murmured. Even Bella had to blush at that, but before she could shyly lower herself, Rosalie plunged two fingers inside her.
Bella scrunched her eyes and whimpered as Rosalie picked up speed. Her hips matched Rosalie's hand, and Bella was so turned on and wet that in no time Rosalie was adding a third and fourth finger.
She was so close, so goddamn close when Rosalie pulled out without warning.
"Hang on," Rosalie whispered, cutting off her indignant protest.
Must be her scent, Bella thought. Fuck, fuck what a shitty time. Bella was literally trembling on the bed and itching for release.
A minute later, Rosalie starting moving on top of her again, and Bella sighed happily when she felt her hands between her legs once more. But something else...not Rosalie's hands...was rubbing against her opening.
Bella swiftly turned her head to look at Rosalie, who was staring back at her with dark, burning eyes. Rosalie silently took Bella's hand so she could feel the foreign object for herself before giving consent. Like she would say no...the ravenous look on Rosalie's face was enough for Bella to sign her life away if the blonde had asked.
Bella slowly nodded and looked back one more time as Rosalie got into position. Bella's eyes widened as she saw that...that thing was inside of Rosalie too. Oh my god.
Rosalie took her time, and Bella held her breath as the...thing...was slowly inched inside of her. When it was finally all the way in, Rosalie nearly lost control from the sight of it all. Fighting to keep herself from biting her girlfriend, she gradually thrust her hips back and forth.
Thirty minutes later, Bella thought she was going to die. Rosalie's pace had intensified to an unthinkable level. Bella had already orgasmed too many times for her to keep track, and still Rosalie continued on. She felt another buildup start deep within her and groaned, urging Rosalie on. She was going to have trouble walking tomorrow...but it was so, so worth it.
Bella chanced a look back for the first time since they began...and nearly came from the site that greeted her. A completely naked Rosalie...blond hair flowing down her back...her eyes nearly pitch black...her body moving like she was possessed. Rosalie's mouth opened slightly, and Bella knew she was about to come too. Her eyes lowered to meet Bella's and they stayed fixated on each other until they both crashed over the edge.
Somewhere, Bella found the sense of mind to open the window and banish what she could of her scent for Rosalie's sake before collapsing face down onto the bed. Rosalie too, fell heavily on top of her. Neither moved for a long time as Bella slowly regained her power of speech. In the meantime though she found another use for her mouth and used it to cover Rosalie's face with kisses.
Unbelievably, within minutes Bella found herself moaning again. Was she catching something from Rosalie? She entwined her arms around Rosalie's neck and pulled her down for a long, deep kiss that spoke volumes of Bella's wants and desires.
When the kiss broke, she looked up and paused everything so she could take in the beauty above her. Bella swallowed and whispered, "'for nothing this wide universe I call, save thou, my Rose; in it thou art my all.'"
Rosalie closed her eyes and sighed, then gasped loudly as Bella, without any warning, yanked the toy from inside her.
Bella grinned beneath her. "My turn."
Author's note: Too cheesy? I hope not. Just so you know, I read and reread all freaking 154 sonnets for this. Sonnets referenced are 18, 39, 43, 52, and 109.
OH, and if you're just DYING to know, the toy Rosalie used is a feeldoe. DO NOT do a google image search around other people, lol. You have been warned!
Hope you enjoyed the fluff. More angst to come unfortunately. Please reward me with a review? I know I haven't replied to last chapter's reviews yet but I promise I will (and to the many, many *wink* reviews I'll get from this one) as soon as I get back from camping this weekend. Just think, if I encounter a bear and lose my life, your reviews will be the last thing I read...so make 'em good!