Rosalie Hale
[Author's Note: Sorry there were like 643643 spelling errors in the last chapter? What happened? Do I suddenly suck at proofreading? Why did I miss all of those? 0/10 I am trash. But oh well. This chapter is so freaking cute. I love it. I love Rose. I love Bella. I love them so much my heart is aching. And I love all of you and all of your reviews. Mwuah!]
"Leah's probably panicking right now," Bella mused, laying between Rosalie's legs with her arms folded on the blonde's perfect stomach. "I didn't think about the walkie.."
Rosalie gazed at the beautiful naked woman before her, marveling at how beautiful her eyes were. "I had Alice hack into the park ranger servers," she told her, petting her shiny chestnut hair where it had fallen from the hair tie, "and she sent out a message that the walkie servers would be down until further notice."
The brunette sighed. "You think of everything. Like.. I literally don't have to worry. I'm literally in paradise right now."
Rosalie's eyes scanned the smaller woman's body, lingering on the darkened skin of her shoulder, a mark from their evening of passion. "But your shoulder isn't in paradise," she admitted guiltily, touching the bruised skin with ginger fingertips, and grimacing at how the blemish had spread. "I'm so incredibly sorry that I hurt you, Little Bell."
"Don't be," was the response. "It's kind of sexy actually." Bella turned her head to see the purple flesh, "your fingerprints.. I like belonging to you." She caught Rosalie's hand and began to kiss her fingers sleepily. It was after nine in the morning, and the shutters were tightly shut, but even in the semi-darkness, Bella had barely slept. She'd drifted in and out of sleep, and in and out of passion, but she hadn't fully rested. She was groggy but determined and when she brought Rosalie's middle finger into her mouth and began to suck it, the blonde felt her own hips shift slightly. Arousal began lower down in the blonde and it slowly began to climb her body.
"You like driving my absolutely insane," Rosalie replied, "aren't you tired? You've barely slept.." She watched the brunette's tongue trace the length of her finger, and then her lips as she pulled it back in. "Fuck Bella."
"I don't want to sleep," Bella muttered, kissing down Rosalie's palm to her wrist. "I don't want to miss a moment with you.." She bit the flesh on the underside of Rosalie's arm and the blonde whimpered in surprise.
It was a heavy wave of desire that crashed over her then. "Mmm," she huffed, "no biting." For some reason, feeling the brunette's teeth clamping down on her skin made her desperate.
"No biting?" Bella pushed herself up on her arms. "Did I find one of your triggers?" She repositioned herself so that her lips were pressed against Rosalie's neck, "Is my sexy vampire into biting?" She teased the blonde by dragging her teeth along her flesh. "Do you like it when I bite you?" She stopped at the smooth stretch of skin that connected her collar bone to her throat. And then she bit down.
Rosalie's body spasmed and undulated beneath Bella's as she cried out in equal parts pain and please. "I swear.." she huffed, catching Bella's face. "You're a fucking animal and you were made for me." She brought Bella to her and kissed her. "I am this close to begging you to take me again like you did last night but.."
"But?" Bella pouted.
Rosalie groaned, the pout only making it worse. "But you have to sleep Sweet Girl. You have to rest."
"But.." Her bottom lip was pushed out now and her eyes were glimmering. "I can make you feel good," she offered, sweetly.
"I know you can," Rosalie agreed without argument. "But I care more about your well being than how horny I am and.." She caught Bella's hands when they danced over her breasts. "I can see how exhausted you are." She smiled when the brunette pulled at vain, trying to get away, "I've worn you out," she said.
The brunette sighed, "Hell yeah you have," she agreed, sleepily, "But I'm still.."
"Willing to go a few more rounds?" Rosalie replied, releasing her hold to stroke the smaller woman's jaws, "I know you are.. But.. Sleep for me first. Then we can play some more. You've got me forever.."
"Forever," Bella murmured, "we still have to talk about-" her words were cut off by a yawn, that she hid with the back of her hand, "us."
"We will," Rosalie promised. "Now sleep for me, Babydoll."
The hours crept by peacefully as the vampire held her human lover. She'd never had someone else in her bed before and it was a very humbling feeling. She readjusted them to pull the cashmere comforter up over the lower half of their bodies and Bella slept soundlessly, her legs entwined with Rosalie's, her hands tangled in the blonde's perfect golden curls. The windows having closed automatically at sunrise let in no light, and so only the accent lights along the inside of the vaulted ceiling fell down on them. Bella's olive skin looked almost buttery pecan brown in the dimness and Rosalie longed to kiss every single inch of it.
She was feeling some type of way and she was feeling it all through her. Though her heart pumped icy venom through her body, she felt oddly warm. What Carlisle had said to her earlier, and what he'd brought up in the office with Bella had her mind searching for solutions. Bella was hers. Bella had been made for her. And Rosalie had been made for Bella.. It was clear to her. The way the brunette had taken control of her and.. Drove her to pleasure.. The euphoria that Rosalie had experienced as she climaxed was absolutely unprecedented. But.. their connection was deeper than sex. It was deeper than romance.. It went to the fiber of their beings where the two were undeniably woven together.
Alice woke Bella up at four by tapping lightly on Rosalie's bedroom door. The blonde vampire knew it was her because she'd memorized the sound of the smaller vampire's footsteps.
Bella murmured unintelligibly and buried her face in the blonde's perfect neck.
"It's Alice," Rosalie said, "she's at the door."
"But I'm totally naked," was the brunette's weak argument, "and you're totally naked and.." Her hot lips began to glide along Rosalie's flesh, and one of her hands slid down the blonde's stomach, her destination easily guessed. The vampire caught her chin with one hand and the brunette's hand in the other. She stilled her.
"Easy Tiger," she purred, "we have to be good for a few minutes, okay?" She brought the blanket up further so that it covered Bella's naked form. Then to the door she said, "Come in Alice."
The pixie vampire danced into the space wearing an adorable long sleeved fall themed dress. "Good afternoon Beautiful Ladies," she sang, "Did you have a good night?"
Bella's eyes widened but she said nothing, her cheeks immediately pink, her body scooting further down into the blanket to cover everything but her neck and head. Rosalie spoke to Alice with her eyes, glancing first at Bella's form, then at the water stains on the white rug and the clothes piled on the floor in the doorway of the bathroom.
"You had a very good night, huh?" She smiled brightly and flitted across the room to the stereo. "Let's celebrate your adorable romance with some music." She turned on the radio, fidgeted with the arm of the attached record player and adjusted the knob on the front. The record popped for a second and then moved into a Mariah Carey song.
"Which one is this?" Bella muttered, lifting her head. "Uh.. uh.. Emotions?"
"Yes."
"I love this one," she said, and then began to sing along.
Rosalie squeezed her, adoring the way the brunette's voice carried the tune. Alice smiled at them both with affection.
"A Mr. J. Jenks called me today," Alice then revealed, coming to sit on the end of the bed, not at all put off by the fact that both of the other women were naked. "He'd been trying to get ahold of you but I guess you've been pretty busy.." She smiled knowingly and then continued. "He got in a shipment yesterday and-"
"He's got them?" Rosalie asked, her interest immediately piqued.
"He's them," Alice confirmed. "Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, three volume set, published by London Chapman and Hall in 1861, hardcover, original purple cloth binding, excellent condition.. Waiting for you at Ballet & Books in Seattle."
"A first edition copy of Great Expectations?" Bella asked, pushing some of her hair out of her eyes as she sat up just a little to see Alice's face as she spoke. "That has to be like thousands of dollars."
"Try like fifty," Rosalie said, gazing down at the brunette as she stirred. "I've been trying to get my hands on it for.. A while."
"Then we have to go get it," the brunette announced, "we have to take a roadtrip to Seattle."
"I thought you wanted to stay in bed all day?" Rosalie teased, taking Bella and the blanket and pulling them into her lap. "Now you want to take a road trip?" She began to kiss the sharp outline of the smaller woman's jaw. "You realize if we go to Seattle we have to put clothes on?"
"Technically," Alice offered, cheerfully, "you don't have to, but I think you'd give Mr. Jenks a heart attack. Two gorgeous women coming into his shop on a Wednesday evening completely naked? It would be the shock of his life."
Rosalie was openly kissing Bella now, their tongues touching softly. Her thumbs were brushing the parts of Bella's shoulders that stuck out of the covers. "It's preferable we do put on clothes though," she said to them both, between kisses, "or we'll never make it there."
"Then let me pick something out for Bella," Alice suggested brightly, standing from the bed and doing a sort of pirouette as she made her way to the door. "Comfy or chic? Or comfy and chic?"
"Comfy," Bella said, her warm tongue pressing against Rosalie's, a certain part of her tingling, "chic is cool too though."
Alice left them alone, disappearing back through the door without another word.
"I've got to get out of bed," Rosalie purred, clutching the brunette's hip with one hand, and pinning the brunette's wrists above her head with the other.
"Or what?" Bella wanted to know. Her beautiful brown eyes were warm and affectionate, and her breath was hot. "Or what will you do Rose? What will you do to me?"
The vampire growled. "Do you want to keep living your life, Little Bell?" she asked, "or do you want to spend the rest of it with my fingers inside of you?"
Bella groaned. "Rose.."
The vampire got up then, before she could allow herself to give back in to what she was feeling. She stepped away from the bed, leaving the human pouting in her absence. "I'm going to get dressed and then give you some human moments. And please stop looking at me like that."
"I miss you," Bella whined, "I don't want to start the day aching like this.."
The comment made Rosalie bite her lip, but she held strong to convictions. "Bella," she warned, "you have to be good."
"Why?"
"Because Alice is going to come back and I'm going to have you bent over my balcony and as accepting as she is, I don't think she'll want to walk in on me absolutely railing you.."
The human's expression reflected the same level of frustration that Rosalie was currently feeling. "You can't say something like that and expect it to actually inspire me to be good," she argued, "railing me, goddamn.."
Rosalie put her hands over her eyes, took a few stabilizing breaths to calm herself and then walked away from the bed without another look. She went to her closet and chose a red ruffle hem, rib-knitted long sleeve dress that fell about mid to upper thigh. She took it into the bathroom, which was indeed quite a mess. She closed the door, cleaned up the room and then herself and got dressed, tousling her blonde curls in the mirror. They still looked absolutely immaculate. When she came back out of the bathroom, Bella was wrapped up in the blanket, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyebrows immediately knitted together when she saw the vampire's outfit.
"You're wearing that," she asked, "how am I supposed to keep my fingers off of you?"
"You don't have to keep them off of me," was Rosalie sultry response, "you just have to keep them out of me. At least around other people." She drifted to the human and bent and kissed her forehead, not willing to risk kissing her lips again and losing control. "Everything you need is in the drawers beneath the bathroom sink," she told her, "Alice will be back in a few minutes with your clothes. Come downstairs and find me when you're done?"
Bella nodded without response, her eyes still pleading for attention, but her hands behaved.
Rosalie left her to get ready. She wanted to slip out onto the back patio for some fresh hair, thinking that the chilly Washington air would help cool her desire. But the risk of being in the sun and Bella seeing her was too strong, and so she instead went down the hall to Esme's studio. The beautiful elder vampire was standing in front of a sketching podium, working on an architectural diagram. When the blonde vampire entered, she looked up at her, pencil still in hand.
"Goodmorning Darling," the beautiful light brown haired vampire said in a loving, motherly tone. "You appear to be absolutely glowing. Did you have a nice night with Bella?"
"Yes," said Rosalie. "Every moment I spend with Bella is perfect."
The female matriarch's eyes twinkled and she asked bluntly, "Rosalie, are you in love with her?"
The blonde did not reply, instead choosing to lift her chin proudly. She went forward to the ivy that hung in the corner and touched it gingerly with her hand, letting her fingertips slip down the length of the vine. Then, after a moment had passed, she turned back to her mother and asked, "What do I do?"
Esme put down her drafting utensils and went to her daughter, putting both hands on Rosalie's shoulders. "What do you want, Rose?" she asked her, "what does Bella want?"
"To be with her," she said answering the first question, "and to be with me," she said answering the second.
"Are you truly considering-?"
Rosalie cut her off, lifting one elegant hand to signify not wanting to hear the words Esme had prepared to speak. "I'm considering anything," Rosalie replied, "anything that would keep us together." She licked her lips in thought, "It just has to be completely her decision. I want to let her have all the cards."
"What is your plan?" Esme asked her gently. "Will you tell me?"
"I'm taking her to New York this weekend," the blonde told her, "I'm going to ask her to be mine. I'm going to.. To tell her how I feel. And.. I'm going to give her that option. I just.." She bit her lip. "Esme am I a fool? Am I fool to expect something? Am I fool to be making all these plans in my head not knowing how it will all turn out?"
"No."
"Can I speak candidly?" the vampire's heart was pumping furiously, the venom within her snaking anxiously through her veins.
"Of course you can, Rose," Esme replied, rubbing the younger vampire's shoulders. "You can always talk to me candidly. I'm your mother and I love you."
The blonde nodded, her usually tight lipped personality being dismissed by the intensity of her affair and her need to discuss it. "It's all happening so fast," she admitted, looking into the other vampire's face, hoping for guidance, "The moment I saw her I knew what would happen. And it has. What we have is only getting stronger.. I'm irrevocably obsessed with her and everytime she looks at me I can feel myself breaking down. There is nothing I wouldn't give her Esme, I swear to whatever God that exists.. I want to give her everything in this world and beyond. I've spent over a hundred years in agony, despising my existence but when I'm with her.. I don't even care. She.. She makes all the pain go away. She makes every moment of anguish worth it. I belong completely to her Esme. I'm there. I'm in. I'm all in." She stepped away from her mother, her flawless hands going to her hair in exasperation. "Do I sound crazy?"
"No," Esme said again. "You don't sound crazy at all."
Rosalie crossed the room to the architect's desk and she gazed up at the painting of Esme and Carlisle and appreciated it for its authenticity, for the love so plainly evident in both of their eyes. "I just want to do it right," she explained, "I want to give Bella everything she deserves." She picked up a protractor and began to fiddle with it absentmindedly as she finally returned her gaze to her mother. "Do you think," she asked, her heart aching to see the brunette again. "If I agreed to do it. If I agreed to change her.. if I asked her.. Do you think she would marry me first?"
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