Rosalie Hale
[Author's Note: Hi Pals! This chapter is pretty significant because of what it leads to later. It sort of starts the plot that drives the rest of the ff. Hope you like it! And I wanted to let you all know that I have some things I have to do with my gorgeous girlfriend this weekend so you'll get Chap30 today (this one) and then you won't get another one til Sunday. Sorry friends, but I promise it'll all be worth it in the end. Keep reviewing if you have been and if you haven't, just let me know what you think so far, or what your fav chapter has been! Thanks so much!]
Rosalie was impatiently pacing the dining room when Bella found her. When the vampire saw her again, she huffed. Bella was wearing all white- white leggings, a white Calvin Kline sweatshirt and white Vans. Her silky brown hair had been braided and was hanging over one shoulder. She looked fucking delicious. When Bella saw Rosalie's lip twitch she smiled.
"Like my outfit? These pants fit really well."
"Turn around," Rosalie instructed, motioning with her finger.
Bella turned and the vampire groaned. The pants were very tight and they made the park ranger's ass look immaculate. "Good from the back?"
Rosalie went forward and got two handfuls of the brunette's ass. "Hell yes," she squeezed and dug her fingers into Bella's flesh.
"I think they fit really well," the brunette told her.
"They definitely do," was the breathy response. She slid her thumbs down, sliding between her gorgeous ass. "I guess you're not wearing any underwear?" Rosalie bit her lip.
"No," Bella admitted, "I'm not." She bent forward then and put her palms on the floor, exposing the lower half of her body to the other woman. "Can you tell?"
A whimper escaped Rosalie's lips and she drug her the tip of her middle and ring fingers up Bella's slit. "Yes," she admitted, "I can tell." She found her clit and gave it quick and sudden attention.
Bella gasped and nearly lost her balance. In response, Rosalie bent forward too so that she was draped over Bella from behind. She placed her palm to the wooden floor and steadied them, at the same time drawing rapid circle's on Bella's clit.
"Oh shit," the brunete groaned, "here..?"
"No," Rosalie purred, her lips to Bella's ear, "not here. I'm just punishing you for teasing me." She rubbed for a couple more seconds and then she slowed down, drug her hand back up Bella's slit and then helped her stand. As a result, Bella leaned her back against Rosalie's breasts and tilted her head so that the blonde could pet her throat. The vampire could feel the brunette's pulse racing beneath her fingertips.
"So cruel," Bella breathed, finding one of Rosalie's hands and lacing their fingers together. "What did I do to deserve that?"
"Well, first of all, you're not wearing underwear, second of all your ass does look really fucking good in those pants and," she lowered her voice and whispered seductively, "third of all, you were very, very bad last night."
"Bad?" Bella laughed very quietly. "Which part was bad? When you were taking my fingers.. Or when you were taking the toy?"
Rosalie growled. "So you're not as innocent as you seem, huh?" She placed a cool kiss to her jaw just as Esme's footsteps could be heard.
She appeared not even a minute later and smiled at them affectionately. "Good afternoon Bella. You look absolutely adorable today. Are you hungry?"
"Actually," she replied, "I'm absolutely starved."
"I am so glad to hear that," Esme replied and zipped away and back in an instant. She presented a plate of varied breakfast foods, all of which Rosalie had told her mother that Bella liked. There were sunny side up eggs, bacon, a side of toast and a stack of humongous chocolate chip pancakes. And with it, she'd brought a cup of fresh cappuccino.
"This all smells delicious," the human gushed, happily taking the plate and cup and carrying them to the table. "I mean, this is amazing. Thank you so much Ms-" she stopped herself when the motherly vampire tilted her head, "um, Esme."
"You're welcome, Bella," Esme replied, and she squeezed the brunette's shoulder. "Anything you want- one of us would love to help you get it." She smiled fondly and then gave Rosalie a look. "I hope you enjoy the food." She disappeared then and left them alone.
"Your family is too much," Bella expressed, happily eating. "I mean not actually too much, but they're all perfect and amazing and sweet."
"Except Edward," the blonde said, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Edward too," Bella said, laughing. "But I mean it. Everyone is literally spoiling me."
"Good," Rosalie said from where she sat on the table while Bella ate. "That's how I want you- absolutely spoiled."
Bella swallowed her last bite of pancake and washed it down with coffee. Then she said, "Rose?"
"Yes Little Bell?"
"Are you going to catch me when I..?" Her words trailed off as she got caught in the vampire's amber gaze.
Rosalie bit her lip and then nodded. "Yes Baby. I'm going to catch you."
Bella took a deep breath. "Okay," she said. When she had finished eating, and before she could even get up, Rosalie had taken away her dishes and returned to her.
"The hospitality at this restaurant is supreme," the brunette quipped, letting the blonde pull her to her feet. "Hands down the best place I've ever eaten. Really nice employees. Beautiful place, amazing atmosphere. Prime location. I mean I'm going to leave a five star review. And my compliments to the chef because the food was delicious."
The vampire looked at her, letting her eyes smolder as Bella called it. "How about your busboy? What does your busboy get?"
"What does my busboy want?" Bella relied, desperately trapped.
"Well," the vampire replied, her tone already hinting at seduction, "I have been wondering something and maybe you want to help me figure out an answer to my question later?"
"Of course," Bella breathed. "What have you been wondering, Rosalie?"
Alice danced into the room then, her lithe figure very reminiscent of a ballerina. "Rose and Bella," she sang, "Two of my very favorite beings. Can Edward and I meet you for dinner tonight?"
"Dinner," Bella questioned, "but you don't eat."
"No," Rosalie agreed, "but you do. And I'm going to get you whatever you want later." To Alice she said, "Of course it's fine, as long as Bella doesn't mind your intrusion."
"It would be amazing to eat dinner with all of you," Bella said. "Even though I'll be the only one eating," she added.
"Maybe at the restaurant," Rosalie purred into her ear, "but not when we get home later."
Bella whimpered and bit her lip to keep herself quiet.
"I'll see you both later," Alice quipped, "have a wonderful evening." She came in and kissed both women on their cheek and then flitted away into the rest of the house, or perhaps back out to her cabin.
"What have you been wondering, Rose?" Bella repeated.
"I'll tell you later," the vampire teased, giving the smaller woman an innocent kiss.
It was going on seven by then and they had just a little over thirty minutes until sunset. Bella wanted to look at the house again and so she and Rosalie strolled leisuring through the darkened halls, hand in hand. When the sun had set, the panels on the windows automatically raised and revealed the cool evening. Rosalie took Bella out to the Bugatti and as soon as Bella's seatbelt was on, the car whipped out of the driveway. They inched through the Forks streets with Rosalie's hand securely on the brunette's thigh. Then, upon reaching the interstate road they shot out onto the highway and Rosalie's foot slowly lowered the gas pedal to the floor. The speedometer rose steadily above one hundred, and in no time, they were easily going 160. Then, once the car had a steady pace, she glanced over and saw that Bella was biting her lip, one hand gripping the seat.
"Scared, Baby?"
The park ranger kept her eyes glued to the windshield. "How fast are we going?
"About 90 miles faster than we should be going," was Rosalie's response.
Bella watched the blonde maneuver skillfully in and out of traffic. They seemed to be going so fast that other cars didn't even have a chance to react before they were already too far away to see. "Oh my god Rose.."
The vampire smiled smugly, feeling the adrenaline all through her. "What would your Dad say, Bella?" She squeezed the smaller woman's thigh. "What would he say if he pulled us over for going 90 miles over the speed limit?"
"He'd lose his fucking mind," she said immediately, "he'd demand that I never see you again."
"And what would you do?" Rosalie wanted to know.
Bella released a sort of exasperated laugh. "Honestly?" she returned. "I'd cling to you even fucking harder."
Rosalie growled approvingly. "Is that right? Are you into bad girls?"
"Just you," was the clarification. "I'm into you. I'm so into you. You can be as bad as you want and I'll still be so fucking into you."
The vampire slid her hand between the brunette's warm thighs and found exactly what she was looking for right away. "Do you want to be my bad girl?" Rosalie asked her. "Do you want to be bad for me?"
Bella looked down between her thighs where the tip of the blonde's middle finger was now gently petting her. "Fuck," she said. "Yes. I do."
"Spread your legs."
The brunette did as she was told and Rosalie brought her hand up and slipped it back inside the band of the leggings. When she began to play, Bella leaned back and closed her eyes. She was gasping and begging for penetration when the cop car they passed turned on its siren. Bella's panic was automatic.
"Ohmygod," she gushed, "we're going to jail! This is a felony Rose! My dad is going to kill me."
Rosalie laughed very lightly. "Bella," she purred softly, slowing the car, "Sweet Beautiful Girl, relax. You forget who you're with."
"But my dad-"
"Is never going to know," Rosalie finished. The car gradually dipped in speed until they were pulling over on the side of the highway. The blonde removed her hand from Bella's pants and her fingers were clearly wet. She made no motion to wipe them off, instead laying her hand on the steering wheel in plain sight.
The officer came to their window and knocked on the fully tinted glass. In response, Rosalie rolled it down and waited for him to speak. When he did, he still wasn't looking at them, obviously preoccupied by the luxurious car he'd just pulled over. "License and registration," he demanded, "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" His attention was on them then. He was a younger guy, maybe mid to late twenties. When he saw Rosalie, his mouth fell open.
"No I don't, Officer," the vampire replied seductively, "Do you want to tell me how fast I was going?"
He responded with a string of "uhs" and began the sentence, "you were" more than once. Then, after clearing his throat he finally uttered, "I'm sorry but you are the most attractive woman I've ever seen in my entire life and-"
"I know I am," the vampire returned, smugly. She tapped her wet fingers on the wheel very lightly and felt Bella watching them. "So how fast did you say I was going?"
"Close to, uh, close to 200."
"Right."
"And your tint is too dark."
"You know, I think it's just dark enough," Rosalie countered. "And before you pulled me over, I was positive that I had permission to go as fast as I wanted."
"Oh," the officer said, his eyes stuck on her face. "Well, I.."
"Am I right?" Rosalie asked him sweetly. "Am I allowed to go as fast as I want, Officer? And.. Can I have tint as dark as I want too?"
He cleared his throat again and reached up to loosen his collar. "Uh, yes," he finally replied.
Bella gasped and mouthed, "oh my god," only loud enough for the vampire to hear.
"So I'm free to go then?" Rosalie asked him.
"Yes," he nodded, "free to go but.. I wondered if you-" He made a strangled sound when Rosalie flipped her hair from one shoulder to the next. "I wondered if you'd want to go out with me sometime."
"No," was the blonde's response. And then she took her hand from the steering wheel and put it to her lips. He watched her lick her middle finger and then her ring finger. Then she smiled. "I'm a lesbian. But thank you." She rolled the window up and Bella breathed out expressively as they pulled away and inched towards their original speed.
"Go on," Rosalie edged, "tell me I'm sexy."
Bella groaned. "Fuck Rose, you're so goddamn sexy."
"Atta girl," the vampire purred, slipping her hand back into Bella's pants.
After she got off twice, Rosalie suggested Bella sleep for the rest of the trip to try and get her strength up for later. She did so without much coaxing, obviously worn out from their previous evenings and her constant orgasms.
They got to the city at around eleven and Rosalie gently woke the sleeping human.
"We're here, Sleepyhead."
Bella rubbed her eyes groggily but straightened herself in the seat and began to look at all the bright lights of the late night city. "I haven't been to Seattle since I graduated," she said, catching Rosalie's hand and twining their fingers together. "God, I miss going places."
"Maybe you weren't meant to be a park ranger," Rosalie teased, pulling up to a stoplight.
"No I was," Bella quickly countered, "I mean at least for a while. Because that's how I met you."
Rosalie turned to look at the brunette in her passenger's seat. "Do you think fate brought us together?" she asked her, candidly, "Do you think we were destined to meet, Bella Swan?"
"Yes," Bella nodded. "Yes I do."
They kissed then and kept kissing well after the light turned green. Cars began to honk and Rosalie eventually sped off. They got to Ballet & Books not long after and when they parked, Rosalie slipped on a pair of sunglasses from a secret panel in the ceiling.
"The charm has a lot to do with eye contact, and if I wear these when people talk to me, they can usually form full sentences." She smiled, caught Bella's lips with hers and then got out and held her door open for her.
Rosalie took her hand and thread her fingers through Bella's and together the two of them approached the little hole-in-the-wall business with a bright blue door. A bell jingled as they stepped inside the shop. There were wall to wall bookshelves, floating bookshelves, and bins of books too. But there were also statues of ballerinas and pictures on shelves of ballerinas and framed ballet adverts as well. A large drawing of a ballet studio hung on one of the only walls without a bookshelf. The two women strolled through the books and made their way to the counter along the back wall. An older woman was sitting there, reading a trashy romance novel called Hot Hot Heat Love. When she heard them approach and she looked up at Rosalie and Bella, her eyes widened and she stood quickly, abandoning her novel.
"Miss Hale," she said, smoothing the front of her blouse to appear more put together. "Mr. Jenks has been expecting you." She offered a lipstick smudged smile and then hurried into the back room.
"Look at this bookmark," Bella said, lifting a plastic bookmark from the bookshop counter. It said If there could be a day of the week for every cat I want, my week would never end! And there were dozens of images of cartoon cats printed all over it. "This barely even makes sense," she said chuckling. "And It's not even remotely amusing. Oh well." She shrugged and then deliberately dropped it in the floor and it fluttered a couple of feet ahead of them. The brunette pretended to be shocked and then mouthed, "Whoops." She smiled at Rosalie innocently. "I'll just pick it up," she said and then she stepped forward and bent forward for Rosalie again.
The vampire bit her lip, her eyes immediately going to part of Bella's pants that had been and was still presently slick with wetness. Bella let her ass sway a little as she swung it back and forth. And then she retrieved the book mark and returned it to the counter.
"Bad girl," Rosalie hissed, wrapping her arm around the smaller girl's waist and urging her closer. "You better not tempt me. I have no shame."
Bella looked to her then, her eyes twinkling and Rosalie's temptation buzzed. She knew that with expert precision, she could slip her hand back into the brunette's pants and..
"Miss Hale!" A male voice said. "I am so unbelievably happy to see you. Miss Cullen, I suspect, told you that your request has arrived?"
"Yes," Rosalie said, shaking herself from her imagination. "She did."
"It's a shame she didn't accompany you this evening. Or her lovely husband."
"They were busy."
"Of course," Mr. Jenks replied, nodding. "And who is this beautiful woman by your side?" He extended a hand and when Bella immediately met it with her own, his expression turned to inquisition. "Not a member of the.. family?"
Rosalie licked her lips and Bella said right away, "Not yet."
J. Jenks went to the back and got an opened cardboard box. He sat it down on the counter and lifted from it the Dickens novels, each one wrapped in a plastic sort of sheeting. "I've never seen something that looks so good and yet, is over one hundred years old."
"I have," Bella mouthed, but Rosalie squeezed her waist.
"Do you have all the paperwork?" the gorgeous blonde asked Mr. Jenks.
"Of course," he said, "and you have my word too, of course. I would never do anything to jeopardize our professional relationship. My family's business with the Cullens and the Hales through the years is very, very important to us."
After the box had been placed into Rosalie's hand and a bundle of cash had been put into J. Jenks', the shop owner thanked Rosalie at least a dozen times. Then the blonde, her hand once again in Bella's, led her back to the exit. They'd almost made it out too, before he stepped inside.
Rosalie couldn't understand why it was that she hadn't heard him coming. She usually picked up on the footsteps of vampire's with ease and he was definitely a vampire. It was normal for vampires of all kinds to visit human shops. They weren't totally barbaric and didn't usually cause scenes in public places. And they still liked to shop for material possessions, just like humans. Even non-vegetarian vampires shopped. And this guy definitely wasn't a vegetarian. His red eyes were striking against his pale skin. He noticed Rosalie right away and when he came to stop in front of her and Bella, she stepped in front of her protectively. She felt Bella's fingers go to one of the loops on her dress.
"Hello," the male vampire said, his accompanying grin more of a snarl. "What are the odds?" He had long, dirty blonde hair pulled back in a low pony-tail. He wore a beat up brown leather jacket over equally dirty blue jeans. His shoes were caked with mud. Rosalie knew right away that he was a nomad vampire, the ones that would occasionally pass through her family's territory. They were independent sorts of vampires that lived lawlessly on the edges of society.
"Not low enough," Rosalie said. "But we were just leaving, if you'll excuse us."
He didn't move. "You don't have to go," he growled in response, "I could use a shopping buddy. And," he sniffed at Bella. "Your dinner smells delicious."
Bella whimpered and Rosalie snarled. "It's too bad I found her first then," she replied, icily.
The other vampire smiled maliciously. "Hey, I respect first-come-first-serve. Just saying you got good taste. Name's James." He extended a dirty hand, and Rosalie did not take it.
"Rosalie," she said, her tone clipped..
She had never seen him before as far as she knew but she watched the recognition grow in his face. It took him a moment. He looked at her in disbelief and then his eyes narrowed. "Rosalie?" he repeated, "Rosalie Hale? The Rosalie Hale that took my Victoria from me fifty-six years ago?"
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