Rosalie Hale
[Author's Note: I bet my literature professors would be so proud of me for writing a 26+ chapter ff about Twilight characters. In grad school I submitted some really smutty lesbian fiction once and my professor said it was "surprisingly well written" and that I should "stick with it" lol. Thank you for helping me fulfill my dreams hahahaha. And thank you to all of you for your sweet reviews. I'm cryyyy. This chapter is more exposition than anything, but since this ff has an actual plot I have to get some information out there lol. Some intense smut tomorrow though so hang tight, whatever that means.]
Bella didn't bruise but she nodded when Rosalie asked her if she was sore.
"It's like this deep ache," the brunette told her the next morning as they cuddled in the watchtower bed. "I kind of actually love it. That way I can feel you all day while you're gone." Then upon mentioning the fact that their seemingly endless day of rain was over, she began to pout. "I don't want you to leave.."
The vampire placed myriad kisses on her temple and her forehead. "Parting is such sweet sorrow," she murmured into Bella's ear, "That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
"And she quotes Shakespeare," Bella groaned to herself. Then, her fingers tangled in the blonde's hair, she brought Rosalie in for a deep kiss. "What time are we going? When do I get to see you again?"
"I'll be here at 7:19," was her answer, "do you want to eat there or eat here before we go?"
"Eat there?" the park ranger replied, one eyebrow lifted, "but they won't-"
"They won't eat," Rosalie agreed, "no. But Esme adores cooking and if I let her cook for you, she'd be absolutely delighted."
"She likes to cook? But how does she know what she's cooking?"
"Contrary to popular belief," the vampire told her, "we can eat small amounts of food. The venom in our digestive tract dissolves it before it even reaches our stomach. Esme tastes what she cooks. She just doesn't fix herself a plate. And she remembers some recipes from being a human."
"Is it hard?" Bella wanted to know. "To be around food and not be able to eat it? Do you ever crave something?"
"Do I ever crave food?" Rosalie answered. She and Bella were on their sides, facing each other, their legs entwined. "No. But there is something I crave." She slipped one hand between the brunette's warm thighs. "The way you taste drives me fucking wild.. You make my mouth water.."
Bella let out a very breathy whimper. "So taste me again," she suggested.
"I don't have time," came Rosalie's reply. "I only have minutes until daylight and-"
Bella let her own hand join the blonde's and with gentle prompting she got Rosalie to rub her through her panties. "Get me wet," she told the vampire, "get me wet and then taste me one more time before you leave."
"Are you asking me?" Rosalie wanted to know, her lips skating across Bella's throat. "Or are you telling me?"
"I'm.." Bella groaned as the blonde's nimble fingers slid up and then back down into her underwear. "Telling you."
Rosalie eased into a rhythm and before long, Bella was gasping and her panties were soaked and Rosalie's venom was pulling in her mouth. Far off in the distance, the sun was threatening to rise. There were so many things she wanted to do in that moment, but she had very limited time. And so she slipped two fingers deep inside of the human and adored the accompanying hiss of pleasure that followed. Then she pulled them back out and pushed them into Bella's hot mouth.
"I want to taste you on your tongue," the vampire told her, loving the way Bella sucked. When she replaced her fingers with her tongue, they made out desperately and for as long as they could. Then, at the break of daylight, Rosalie nuzzled against Bella, who was still trying to calm down after being worked up, and she said, "Goodbye Bella."
"Never say goodbye," was the other woman's responding quote, "because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting."
"Peter Pan," Rosalie said. She slid out of bed and stood at the side of Bella's bed. "That's very fitting because-"
"You'll never grow any older," Bella supplied, "you'll be young forever."
"That is true."
"I want to-"
Rosalie bent and put her cool fingers to Bella's lips. "Don't," she said, hushing her. "Not yet." When the other woman's eyes glistened and her eyebrows pulled together, Rosalie kissed her affectionately. "I'm not ready to have that conversation yet."
"That conversation," Bella repeated, the anxiety immediately present in her words, "The conversation about when I'll get too old for you and when it'll be time for you to leave me?"
"No." The vampire's response was stern, unyielding. "I will never leave you. I will never leave you Bella."
"But-"
"Never."
It would have terrified Rosalie in the beginning to have felt something so close to.. Absolution. But she was beyond anything but humbled. Every time Bella touched her, it was as though some of her warmth remained, and Rosalie knew that in time, the slow burn of their desire would take over her completely. She had no intention of stopping it. On the contrary, all she wanted to do was stretch her fingers and help it spread.
Carlisle was the only one in the main house when Rosalie arrived home. She found him in his private study, lounging in one of his 1930s English tufted brown leather chairs. In one hand he held a ceramic cup of pig's blood and was sipping it as though it were coffee, and in the other, was today's paper. His eyebrows subtly lifted when his daughter arrived and after a moment, he lay the paper on his thigh and smiled affectionately at her.
"Goodmorning Kitty. Did you have a good evening with Miss Swan?"
"Yes," she said. "It was perfect." She slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans and leaned back against one of the mahogany bookshelves. "Carlisle, are you able to take some time away from the hospital this evening?"
Curiosity swam in his eyes when he returned, "Of course. What's the matter?"
"Nothing at all. I just thought if you weren't busy, you would want to meet her."
He stood. He sat the cup on the corner of his lawyer style desk and left the paper on his chair. Then he went to Rosalie and took one of her hands in both of his. "We would be honored to meet her Rose. And Esme will be so pleased."
"Where is Esme?"
"She was at a committee meeting but should be arriving home shortly. Do you want for me to tell her or to have her find you?"
All vampires had true forms in sunlight, but the intensity of their brilliance varied person to person. Rosalie was by far the most brilliant of all the vampires, but Esme was perhaps the most dull. It didn't mean to say that she was boring or less beautiful than the others, but just that she had the ability to regulate her vampiric shine. Esme's power was emotional control and manipulation and regulation of vampiric power. She could dim her shine in sunlight until it merely appeared as though she'd recently applied a shimmering lotion to all exposed skin. And her talent at smoothing over difficult situations came directly from her ability to dissolve stress, anxiety and in some cases, depression. This was one of the main reasons Rosalie remained with the Cullens for so long in the beginning. It is also one of the main qualities that allowed Esme, who was in every right barely older than any of her family, to appear motherly to the other vampires.
"Have her find me," Rosalie told him. And then, looking into his kind eyes she said, "I'm sorry about yesterday. But I'm-"
"I imagine you are," he nodded.
"It's Edward that has telepathy," she reminded him.
The vampiric patriarch smiled. "You're afraid."
Rosalie did not reply. She lifted her chin.
"Because you know ultimately it will be you that makes the decision or commits the act."
"What would you have done Carlisle? If you had found Esme back in the day and she was alive and healthy, what would you have done?"
He released her, and stepped away, running one hand through his perfect golden locks and retrieving his "coffee" with the other. "It's a difficult situation," he told her. "Esme was also my cantante, if you remember, and that is why her transition was so entirely difficult for me. But the moment I saw her.. I was absolutely certain that Esme was also my soulmate and keeping that fact in mind kept me from killing her when I changed her. But before I tell you what I would do.. Tell me Rose.. Do you feel-"
"Yes," she replied without letting him finish. "Yes I feel the same way Carlisle. Bella is.." She licked her lips. "Carlisle if I lose her.."
The doctor took a drink, surprisingly without getting blood on his teeth or on his lips in the process. "Rosalie, if I found Esme and Esme was alive and healthy.. I would have had the same reservations as you do. Initially." He put both hands on the coffee cup and fixed his daughter in a very serious gaze. "It should always be a choice," he said. "It should always be up to them. But in your scenario, if Esme were to ask me.. If Esme had come to me and asked to spend eternity by my side.." His eyebrows lowered and he nodded as he finished with, "I would have said yes. I would have offered to make her into what she is."
After she'd cleaned herself up and changed into a long dark gray Dolce & Gabbana trench coat dress and knee-high, Balenciaga boots, Rosalie found Alice and Edward in their cabin. It was a small three room cottage about five hundred yards behind the Cullen home. Edward was reading a book on music theory and Alice was watching Say Yes to the Dress.
"How is Bella?" Alice wanted to know. "I miss her."
The blonde vampire perched on the side of the couch. She considered not bringing it up, but she knew that Edward would hear the information one way or the other. And so she said, "Alice, I got off. With Bella, I mean."
Edward choked.
"You what?" Alice's eyes were wide with incredible curiosity. "Rosalie how?" Then, her expression darkened considerably. "Oh no, Bella's fingers!"
"Her fingers are fine," Rosalie returned, ignoring her brother's grimace. "She didn't use her fingers." She took a second to remember the previous afternoon and Edward groaned.
"Can you please try not to be so explicit with the details," he complained.
"It's my memory," Rosalie returned, argumentatively, "I'll replay it as many times and in as much detail as I please."
"Is she hurt?" Alice asked her.
"No. Not from that." Her mind strayed to Bella's comments- It's like this deep ache..
Edward closed his book over his thumb, rose from his seat in the window and exited the cabin through the back door.
"You maintained control?" Alice asked.
"Partially. I had her get away from me when I climaxed. But it was surprisingly easier to do than I thought it would be. She.. relaxes me."
"And did she.. Taste you?"
She folded her arms over her chest. "Yes. And just as I thought, having shown no reaction to kissing me.. She's immune to that too."
"Fascinating."
"Have you done any more research?" Rosalie inquired.
"I don't believe there ever has been a case like this before," Alice stated. "At least not one that's been recorded. The bond and eventual murder of a cantante.. Yes. A sexual fascination that ended in death? Yes. Romance even.. Entertained but largely not carried out. Yes. But all three qualities with a human appears to be unprecedented. And considering the fact that not only does Bella's blood sing for you, but you're also.. Bonded to her.." She lifted her hands in surrender. "This is all new to me and to our kind all together. Has Carlisle told you what he found out about her parents?"
"Yes."
"Rosalie I honestly feel that there is something special about Bella Swan. I know there is. I truly believe that our family was meant to find her."
The blonde vampire's words were quiet when she replied, "So do I."
A few moments later, a knock at the cabin's front door turned out to be Esme. She looked as lovely as ever, her beautiful light brown hair sat in waves above a fashionable cowl-neck purple sweater and dark jeans. "Carlisle told me that you wanted to see me," she said to Rosalie, pleasantly. "Wanting to volunteer for some more committee events?" Her eyes sparkled.
"I'm bringing Bella to meet you tonight," Rosalie told her.
Esme's hands clasped together. "That's wonderful. Does she want dinner?"
"If you want to make her dinner," the blonde vampire gave as an answer, "she will gladly eat it." She listed some of Bella's favorite meals and Esme chose lasagna. She called her personal shopper, ordered all the ingredients she'd need, and then excused herself to the main house to begin preparation.
Alice mirrored their mother's excitement. "She's coming to meet Carlisle and Esme," she said, "Does that mean-?"
The blonde vampire squeezed her shoulder and went out into the garden.
The morning and afternoon crept by at an excruciatingly slow pace. Rosalie got her French copy of Les Miserables and sat most of the day reading. Sunlight gleamed off of her legs and her hands and her face but with only vampire's around, she made no motion to cover herself. Her brilliance was still evident to her family and other members of her kind, but it wasn't blinding.
At six, Bella's walkie requested a connection to Rosalie's phone and the vampire opened the channel on the app and waited for her to speak.
"Are you alone?" the brunette asked.
Rosalie smiled. Just the sound of her voice made her body ache. "Yes, I'm alone."
"I don't have anything to wear," Bella revealed, "I'm panicking."
"So come naked, Sweet Girl," the vampire teased.
"No," was Bella's stubborn reply. "I want you to have something to take off of me later. And I want to look good for your parents."
"Do you want Alice to bring you something?" Rosalie suggested.
"Would she?"
"You know she'd love to." She faced the cabin and said in a very subtle shout, barely louder than her normal voice, "Alice?"
The pixie-vampire appeared at the blonde's side, where she sat on a stone bench in the garden. "Hello Bella," she said cheerfully into Rosalie's phone, "What am I bringing you?"
"Hello Alice. Something to wear tonight." A pause. "If you want to, I mean."
"Of course I do! Any preferences Bella?"
The walkie app buzzed as though Bella had her hand on the button but was unsure of what to say. Then, after a second, she presented, "I don't know. Surprise me?"
The Cullens were all very fashionable in their own ways. Rosalie's entire collection was luxury brands, Alice had a rotating stock of season appropriate fashion favorites, Edward was Victorian-sheek, Esme was high class working mom and Carlisle owned nothing but expertly tailored, exquisitely expensive suits. Alice dug out an outfit without Rosalie's insight and then excused herself to go to Bella.
Rosalie returned to the garden but instead of reading, she chose to meditate. There was a lot on her mind. Carlisle's discussion had.. Stirred something within her. Of course she had reservations- after what seemed like an eternity of darkness, Bella had come to her as a pinprick of light that had only continued to grow in size and intensity the more time she spent with her. Extinguishing that light, even with the chance of causing it to burn brighter.. She wasn't there yet.
When Alice returned, she looked pleased with herself. "Bella is such a dreamboat," she expressed, standing at the edge of the Cullen's pond and looking out at the dark water. "She looks good in anything and she has just the prettiest face. And her manners. She's absolutely lovely."
"I know," Rosalie agreed, rising from her bench to stand at the smaller vampire's side. "Believe me, I know."
When she was back in her Bugatti, she felt better, and when she had pulled into the park and gotten out to run the rest of the way, she felt invigorated. Leaping up to the balcony of the watchtower, Rosalie tapped lightly on Bella's door, and sighed in the relief of anticipation the moment their eyes met.
Alice had clothed her in a ribbed burgundy turtleneck tucked into high waisted medium wash jeans. She too wore brown boots, but they were ankle high with pointed toes. The clothes just so happened to hug every single one of her curves and the tight shirt greatly accentuated her chest. When she realized that Rosalie was eying her, she smiled shyly. "Do I look alright?"
"You look fucking perfect," the vampire huffed, and went forward, not willing to wait anymore to have the brunette back in her arms. She took her against her and Bella melted into her embrace.
"What if I just keep my eyes closed during the day?" she suggested, burying her face in the front of Rosalie's jacket, "What if I promise not to look? I've seen Alice and Edward.. They're beautiful the way the sunlight shimmers on their skin.. Like thousands of diamonds beneath. What if I just imagine that and keep my eyes tightly closed all day? Could you stay with me then?"
"You're too curious," Rosalie replied, pushing one hand into Bella's back pocket, the other rubbing circles on the smaller woman's shoulder blades. "You'd peek.."
Bella didn't argue. She just sighed at Rosalie's touch.
"Esme is making you lasagna," the vampire told her, "and she's very excited to meet you."
The smaller woman released a tiny whimper and Rosalie pulled her back to look into her face. "What's the matter Little Bell? Nervous?"
"Extremely nervous."
Rosalie smiled. "Why?"
"Because I'm meeting your parents. And I want them to like me."
"They'll adore you," the vampire assured her, gazing into the brunette's chocolate irises.
"Will Edward be there?"
"Yes, why?"
Bella groaned. "Rose, he can read your thoughts. He's going to know that you.. That we.." She bit her lip. "That I.."
Rosalie caught her chin. "That you've cum for me three, almost four times already and if we don't leave right now, I'm going to slowly take you up to ten?"
The park ranger's eyebrows furrowed and she nodded. "Yes."
"He won't say anything to them," the blonde told her, "and even if they knew, they wouldn't care. We aren't prudes. Well except Edward.. He held on way too tightly to his Victorian human lifestyle." She shook her head. "But it's fine, I promise you. They'll love you and I'll try my best to behave. You're going to charm them. And you don't have to worry because I'll be right by your side all night."
The other woman's responding laugh was sort of strangled. "That's the problem," she stated, "How am I supposed to resist you all night Rosalie? How?"
"Who says you have to?" was the beautiful vampire's response, her golden eyes sparkling mischievously, "I have a bedroom."
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