Rosalie Hale
[Author's Note: Glad you all enjoyed the last one lol To the three or four of you that constantly review- THANK YOU. And this chapter is really dirty too. Just wanted to warn you in case you're at a broadway show or something and need to shield your phone. :) Enjoy.]
Rosalie had never, in her 107 years on Earth, felt so absolutely content. Bella was nestled against her, their bare skin pressed together, the heat of one and the coolness of the other creating the perfect sensation. The vampire's fingers traced the brunette's spine and occasionally she pressed kisses to the sleeping girl's temple. She slept soundlessly until the early morning storms began. Then, when a powerful crack of thunder shook the house and it began to pour the rain, Bella jerked awake.
"The..the window," she muttered groggily.
"I closed it the moment you fell asleep," Rosalie replied, smoothing Bella's hair and gently massaging her shoulders. "It's alright."
The brunette calmed for a moment, but eventually her eyes widened and she asked, "What time is it? Breakfast is at 7:30 and I still have to take a shower and get ready and we're only going to Carver's but.. I still haven't told him you're coming and-"
Rosalie hushed her with a kiss, petting both of her jaws. She had only meant it as a quick peck, but the moment she felt Bella's soft warm lips against her own she whimpered and it immediately became more. Their bodies became entwined and Bella's breath became hot and heavy, and they slowly began to slip into passion. That is until Rosalie got ahold of herself and broke for air.
"We do not have time for an encore," the vampire purred, pressing her forehead against Bella's, "as much as I would love to give you one."
Bella was instantly pouting and Rosalie ached to please her even though she knew she couldn't. At least not right then..
"I have to go home and change and-" She sighed. "Bella, Baby, please. I'm already dying to have my fingers inside of you again.. don't tempt me."
"But I want to tempt you," Bella countered, her warm hands snaking up the blonde's abdomen and sliding up over the blonde's perfect breasts.. "I'm completely naked and you're almost naked and just feeling you has me-"
Rosalie placed her cool fingertips to Bella's lips. "Believe me," she purred, "I am acutely aware of the fact that neither of us have clothes on. And..if I don't get out of bed this instant you're not going to make it to your birthday dinner." She released her breath in a hiss when Bella began to softly massage. "Goddammit. You're not going to make it out of this bedroom today if you don't stop."
"It's really fine by me if we stay in here all day," she began to kiss the vampire's shoulders, "or all night.." she let the tip of her tongue slide across Rosalie's collarbone, "or forever.."
"Mmm. But Charlie would mind." She caught Bella's face and kissed her and though Bella's tongue begged for more, this time she kept her resolve. "Behave Little Bell," she scolded, but her tone was gentle. And when Bella's russet eyes began to glisten and her mouth formed into a frown, she softened even more. Placing her cool lips to the other girl's ear, she whispered, "If you're good for me, I'll put you to sleep tonight."
Bella's responding "mmm" kept her satiated long enough for the blonde to slip out of bed. She fastened her bra and pulled her dress on. While she was fastening her heels, the brunette asked, "Should we tell him?"
"Charlie? I think eventually." She shook out her blonde curls and even though her dress had been on Bella's bedroom floor all night, it still looked amazing on her. "I don't think you have to tell him today. Unless you want to."
Bella nodded, thoughtfully and then Rosalie went over and kissed her goodbye. For the vampire, at least, parting ways with Bella Swan was like ripping off a part of her to leave behind. She headed out of the window quickly, before she could give in to her carnal urges.
It was raining the entire way back to the Cullen's house, but Rosalie pushed the limits of her speed and barely got wet at all. When she lept up to the balcony attached to her room only her golden hair and her bare shoulders were speckled with precipitation. She stripped and padded on her carpeted floor into her luxury bathroom. Most of it was for show, because Rosalie was a vampire and had no need for normal hygienic appliances. But she loved showers for their warmth and temporary solitude. So she washed off the rain, dried off with a luxury RH monogrammed bath sheet, and then slipped into her white Versace bathrobe. She was standing on the balcony, watching it rain under the cover of an outstretched roof when she heard her phone chime from where she'd put it on her bed.
"Thinking about you.."
"Anything you're thinking about in particular?" the vampire replied.
"Last night."
Rosalie smiled. "See you very soon.. What are you wearing?" She had meant to ask the question solely in order to get information about the coordination of her own outfit. But as soon as she hit send, she knew how Bella would take it and she honestly didn't mind.
"Rn? Nothing. I just got out of the shower." Then, "Or do you mean to breakfast? In that case, I'm going casual. You can show up like a supermodel though if you wanna. I really dgaf what you wear.. I just want your hands back on me."
A knock on her door caught her attention and she turned towards the sound.
"Rose?" Carlisle said, "Are you busy?"
She tightened her robe and then let him into her room. He had on his white doctor's lab coat over a dress shirt and slacks. His fashionable blonde hair was combed back. He smiled kindly at her.
"Hello Carlisle," Rosalie said, going back to the balcony. "On your way to work?"
"Yes, shortly." He joined her and leaned forward over the balcony to watch the sky light up with a strike of lightning. "Nearly four hundred years on this planet and I still haven't gotten over thunderstorms. Gorgeous light shows, hmm?"
"Yes," Rosalie nodded. "I enjoy them too."
His amber eyes looked a little orange in the exterior accent lights. "I wondered if you had a moment to talk," he said, "I wanted to speak with you about Isabella Swan."
The female vampire's eyes immediately went to the doctor's face. Her tone was clipped when she asked, "What about Isabella Swan?"
He took no offense. He put his hand on Rosalie's arm and squeezed very softly. "Nothing bad," he said in kind assurance. "I've just recieved more information regarding what I've been researching." When Rosalie's shoulders lowered, he went on. "I think you're aware I've been looking into her?"
"Yes," she said, "Alice told me."
"Right. And I've been looking into others like her."
"Are there others?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "Yes and no. Her father is-"
"Resistant," Rosalie provided. "Yes. I know. At the diner he didn't seem to have any reaction to my charm. At least not physically. And last night, he was even more at ease."
Carlisle smiled. "Very good. And I've had Edward speak with him and he has reported to me that while he sees some images in Charlie's mind and the occasional word, he does not hear full thoughts or sentences or anything near."
"What does that mean?" Rosalie wanted to know.
"On its own, it just brings up questions. But paired with the other information I've gathered.." He turned and strolled into Rosalie's room, pacing as he often did when he was making longer speeches. "Bella has a mother named Renee who remarried and moved to Florida when Bella was 16. As you know, we have an ally coven outside of Tallahassee in the Apalachicola National Forest which is a three hour drive from Jacksonville. And since I consider myself rather good friends with Peter and Charlotte, I contacted them and asked for a favor and.." He shrugged. "They took a weekend daytrip and visited Renee at home."
"Carlisle," Rosalie said.
"She was never the wiser," he replied, waving his hand. "They pretended to be there for lawn care or window installation or something. But that's irrelevant. You'll remember Peter's special talent?"
"Telekinesis."
"Yes. The ability to move things without physically touching them."
"Carlisle," Rosalie said again, "Please tell me Peter didn't.."
"He tried. His intentions were simply to lift her hand but he couldn't get a grip on her. He said he could feel her astral form but.. He couldn't take hold of it. At least not without extreme concentration, which would have been impossible to achieve on Mrs. Dwyer's front lawn."
Rosalie bit her lip in consideration. "So if her father and her mother are both resistant.. Then she is..?"
"Immune." Carlisle nodded. "And that's just as a human. Can you imagine her as a supernatural being?"
Rosalie said nothing. She put her hands into the pockets of her robe and strolled to her closet to begin looking for something to wear.
"Kitty," Carlisle said with patience, perhaps sensing that he had struck a nerve. "You have to consider traveling all roads when exploring a new town."
She took a soft orange cashmere sweater from her closet and a pair of Levis. "I'm not going to kill her, Carlisle."
"I never implied that you even had any intention of doing so," replied the doctor in an absolutely even tone. "But I do think it's important that you confront those intentions sooner rather than later.
"I just want to be with her," Rosalie said, her jaw clenched, "I just want to make her happy and spend time with her."
"But how much time?" Carlisle said and his eyes were soft and his mouth was a line. "I just want what's best for you Kitty. Bella is extremely unique and Esme and I think that eventually, she would make a wonderful addition to our family. I'm positive that Alice and Edward agree."
"Edward and Alice and Esme and yourself are my equals," Rosalie told him, trying to sound as poised as he did. "And though I will always listen to your suggestions, I am not obligated to follow them."
"I would never obligate you to make any decision you did not want to make," the elder vampire said, "and you are well aware of how I feel on the issue of turning a human unless warranted, however.."
"However what?", the female vampire countered, "she's healthy and she's young and-"
"Rosalie," Carlisle said, soothingly. "I know that."
"Then what?"
"I only mean to tell you that whatever it is you choose to do.. We will all support you."
The words fell like stones into Rosalie's stomach. She glared at him, more in frustration than anger, and she ran one hand through her drying golden curls. "I'm not ready to have this discussion," she told him, "I'm sorry."
"You should never apologize for the way you feel," Carlisle provided politely. "Just think about it."
When Rosalie was alone again, it took her several moments to calm herself down enough to finish getting ready. She absolutely did not want to think about it. Bella was so warm and soft and supple.. She was so human. The way it had felt to have her come apart in her arms before, the way it had felt to hold her, cradle her, adore her.. It was unlike anything Rosalie had ever experienced with a vampire. Perhaps Carlisle was right- Bella would be an exceptional vampire but.. She wouldn't be the Bella she knew. Her Bella. And to hurt her to keep her.. How could she even entertain that notion? She forced the entire concept out of her mind, finished her preparations and then left the house the way she'd come, not wanting to see any of the other vampire's faces. When she was back in her Bugatti and racing across Forks, she felt a little better. And when she pulled into the Swan residence and began unloading Bella's presents and sitting them on a dry part of the porch, she was practically radiating once more with her usual vivacious energy. Her intentions were to take the extra minutes to open Bella's presents with her.. To spend some normal human time with her. To show her that they could be normal. But when she knocked on the door and Bella jerked it open almost immediately, and the brunette's lip twitched, Rosalie lost control of herself and gave into a very primal part of her.
The rain continued to pour beyond the porch, but she had the petite brunette pressed against the kitchen wall gasping in a matter of seconds. Bella had chosen to wear black leggings, a slightly oversized gray hoodie and black and white Vans and she looked delicious. Her shiny chestnut locks were all pulled over one shoulder and though she wore no makeup, her olive toned skin appeared to glow. It was too much for Rosalie. She slipped her hand down the front of Bella's pants and into her thong and she immediately began to play with her clit.
"Fuck," Bella huffed, spreading her legs to give the other woman more access, "Oh shit."
They began to kiss and Rosalie massaged the brunette's hot tongue with her own. Then, pulling back to let the smaller woman breathe, she said, "I just need to hear you moan again," and she picked up her pace. "I just need you to moan for me, Bella."
Outside a car drove past going too fast to see anything, but Rosalie made the decision anyway that she wanted privacy. She walked Bella towards the door, closing it when it was within reach, and then she shoved her against it and continued her ministrations. Bella immediately gave her what she asked for, whining at first as her body gave way to passion, and then openly moaning, her head bent back, her throat bare. Rosalie used her free hand to ease Bella's pants and thong down to reveal her delicious bare skin. She saw the wetness already clinging to her fingertips and then she felt her mouth water. It had been on her mind since the night before and she couldn't help but give in to the urge. She picked Bella up, carried her towards the table and sat her ass down on the cool wood, causing her to whimper in surprise. Then, before she could do anything else, Rosalie bent and began kissing Bella's thighs.
"Ohmygod," the park ranger breathed, kicking off her shoes and letting the blonde pull her pants and underwear the rest of the way off. "That's so fucking hot.."
Rosalie was lush. The farther up she kissed, the better Bella smelled and the more her mouth began to water. Vampires had two different forms of venom- there was the venom in her fangs that only released when she was drinking blood, the same venom that could turn humans into vampires or kill them at the very least. And there was the other type, the type that coursed through the rest of her. This venom was not exactly venomous, just potent. It pumped her heart and rushed through her veins. This was the venom she cried, the venom that wet her mouth.. And the venom that wet elsewhere. The rumor had been that this non venomous venom would act almost as sedative to humans. But Rosalie had had her tongue in Bella's mouth more times than she could count and the brunette was just as alert now as ever. So as Rosalie teased Bella's thighs with her tongue, her mouth began to water and she knew that if she could not to get a taste soon, she'd go feral.
She kissed up inside of the brunette's thigh and came to a stop right at the edge of Bella's center. Then, she simply breathed, letting the cool air she exhaled brush against the most sensitive parts of the woman before her.
"Oh my god Rose," Bella groaned, gazing down at the vampire. "Are you going to..?"
Rosalie's golden eyes met Bella's deep chocolate ones and she let a smirk lift the edge of her mouth. "Am I going to what?" she responded in a sultry growl, "Eat you?" Her eyes flashed. "I am a vampire, aren't I?"
Bella whimpered in anticipation and when the blonde drug her tongue along the length of her slit she gasped and tangled her fingers in Rosalie's blonde curls.
The vampire indulged, immediately addicted to Bella's unique taste, a sweet combination of peach and cucumber, flavors the vampire hadn't experienced in a lifetime, but immediately remembered. She had to force herself to slow the lashings of her tongue more than once when Bella began to squirm, an involuntary reaction to exceptional cunnilingus at vampiric speed. Her gasps gave way to moans and with the house empty save for the two of them, she did not hold back as much as she had the night before. Her cries were exhilarating to Rosalie and they only made her crave Bella's orgasm more. So when the brunette's moans became more guttural and her hips began to buck, her thighs pressing against Rosalie's jaws, the vampire switched it into high gear. She moved from Bella's swollen nub, and plunged her tongue between the brunette's warm, wet folds, moaning in response the moment she felt Bella's inner warmth.
Bella screamed and began steaming out incoherent combinations of expletives that Rosalie would have smiled at had she not been absolutely preoccupied. She clawed her hand into Rosalie's hair, her fingertips pressing into the vampire's scalp, holding her face between her legs with surprising force. It was unnecessary though because Rosalie had no intentions of pulling back until she was finished with her meal. And so she didn't, and when Bella peaked, the salty rush of liquids within her flowed into the vampire's cool mouth and dripped from her angelic chin. Paradise.
They were kissing then and Bella was petting every inch of the blonde vampire she could reach, thanking her without words, unable to speak, her own tongue lapping curiously at the vampire's wet chin. "God, you make me so horny," Bella finally expressed, her body still shaking, her breath still ragged.
"You have no idea," Rosalie returned, her fingers under the back of Bella's hoodie, petting her spine, "I'm sorry about that."
"Sorry?" the human replied, dumbfounded. "Are you kidding me? That was the sexiest moment of my entire life. I have literally never came so hard. And in your mouth.."
Rosalie smiled smugly. "If that's the best you've ever had then I don't know if you can handle all I have to give.."
Bella groaned at the mere mention of it. "No, I assure you that I can," was her argument. "Though I thought your tongue was about to kill me."
The vampire's golden eyes twinkled. "I got carried away," she replied, cooly. And then, releasing a tiny whimper she said, "I missed you Little Bell."
"I missed you two," Bella replied, and she happened to glance down at the glistening wetness on the table between her legs. "I have got to clean that before Charlie-" she stopped, her eyes widening. "Charlie. What time is it?"
Rosalie glanced behind her at the clock above the refrigerator. "7:15," she said, "I can get us there in less than five minutes, relax." She pulled away and began gathering Bella's clothing for her. Then when the brunette had hopped down, she went to the kitchen, used water to clean her face, and then wet a rag with water and dish soap. While washing the table where Bella had stained it, she said, teasing, "I'm not big on chores, I hope you know that."
The smaller woman came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. "Thank you," she said, in earnest.
Rosalie put the towel down, turned to face Bella and asked her, "Are you thanking me for wiping your cum off of your father's dining room table or for giving you your second orgasm in twenty-four hours?"
"Third," Bella corrected, "if you want to count that one I gave myself thinking of you." She grinned innocently. "But both. Thank you for both."
"Do you know how to behave?" Rosalie asked her, her lip lifted slightly in amusement.
"Maybe not," the park ranger answered, her eyes lost in Rosalie's. "I thought I did but now.." She huffed when their lips met and their tongues temporarily entwined. Then she groaned and said, "We have to leave. Charlie's super punctual."
"We'll get there on time," Rosalie assured her, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose and then flitting away elegantly.
She brought Bella's presents inside in two trips, taking them up the stairs to stash on the park ranger's desk along with the unopened one from her mother. They had decided to stop back by before heading back to the watchtower and so they left Bella's backpack in her room as well. Then with Bella once again fully dressed, her breathing normal, her heart still pounding but less so, and the dirty dish towel in the hamper, they got into the Bugatti and headed to Carver's for breakfast with Charlie Swan.
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