Rosalie swirls her margarita around in its glass as she slouches over the bar. Jasper and Archie are having a great time; slinking around each other on the dance floor. They'll probably shuffle her home with them sooner rather than later. Or they'll tell her when they're leaving, and protest that she should stay and have fun when she left with them.
Coming out is supposed to be a celebration, Jasper argued, and Rosalie would usually be inclined to agree, but she just feels stagnant. At least when she was under the impression that she was straight she'd been engaged, and planning her wedding. She'd not warmed up to the idea of dating around even if the chances of her being really attracted to who she was dating had increased. But perhaps that made her the stereotypical u-hauler. She's a 'relationship' girl; the exclusive, needy, monogamous girl. What she sees in the clubs is not what she wants.
A weird date with one of Jasper's friends Lucy had not gone well, as unfortunately for them both Rosalie did not share her fondness for watersports. Not the type that included jet-skies, anyway.
She'd lasted two moments with a mousey girl named Bella that had simply fizzled out because the girl was so boring.
The worst had been a quick bang-and-hang with a girl called Leah that had only been the worst because her kid brother had walked in on them in the middle of it.
She wants Eli. She always has; Eli with her kind eyes and dimples and thick wrists. Rosalie had sent her a painfully idiotic voicemail; apologizing, coming out, trying desperately to articulate how sacrilegious it was for her to ever make Eli feel less then desired and adored by her. She'd blown her chance with that woman, and it served her right. Now, all she could do was carry around her likeness in her preferences forever.
Archie dances his fingers up her spine. "We're headin' out, Duchess!" he declares with a shimmy of his hips. His long pink layered skirt made the shimmy very bouncy.
"Sounds good," she agrees, standing and trotting after him as he bounces and slides towards the door. Jasper's waiting there, and takes Rosalie's elbow as they step outside.
"It's cold!" Archie immediately turns and grabs at the leather jacket around Jasper's shoulders with all the assumption of being giving it.
"I'll drop you off home and head to Archie's, Dutch," Jasper explains as he shrugs it off and wraps it around his boyfriend. For a strange moment, Rosalie gets the distinct impression that he's laughing at her. But she just inclines her head as Archie waves at their Uber.
The ride is silent; after Archie asks her if she enjoyed herself at all, and Rosalie tells him that she did, she just wasn't feeling up to much more tonight.
"Well, we're leavin' you be!" Archie declares, and erupts into a peal of drunken giggles. Rosalie chalks it up to the couple's usual tight-lipped nature of their sexual activities. So she doesn't pay it much mind when Jasper shushes him sharply.
Rosalie leads the way up the stairs, and Jasper plants a kiss onto the back of her head as she walks inside of the apartment.
"Bye, Eli!" Archie calls out, and the door closes on them both when Rosalie whirls around to stare at them.
"What – so quick!" The voice rumbles through Rosalie's chest, and throbs straight in between her legs. It's Eli.
Rosalie turns to her, seeing the woman blinking at her, before beaming.
"Surprise!" Eli declares, and Rosalie nearly trips over the stilettos strapped to her own feet to pull her into a tight hug before she could do anything else.
"I missed you!" Rosalie breaths, and grasps her tighter when Eli's hands slide up and down her back. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I made you leave!"
Eli chuckles, nose wrinkling. "That's alright! I had to go home eventually."
"I'm sorry I said you were making me uncomfortable," Rosalie insisted, but Eli shook her head again, opening her mouth to refute Rosalie's apology again. "I was only uncomfortable because of how attracted to you I am!" At that, Eli's mouth snaps shut, and her ears flush red.
"… Me too." Eli mutters gently, and Rosalie brings their faces close together. She wants to kiss but she can't stop staring.
"Your namesake is adorable," Rosalie says quickly, studying the way the other woman smirks a little.
"It was gonna take more than showing up at my front door to get me back," Eli explains gently. "I go at my own pace, too."
"I know, I get it," Rosalie can feel the way her breath stutters out of her mouth. "I just wanted to tell you I broke up with Royce."
"Congratulations," Eli beams, and Rosalie dissolves into a fit of laughter that has she resting her head on the woman's shoulder. "I wanted to show you why I went hospital. Can I show you?" Eli says, and nods towards Rosalie's bedroom. Her sweet brown eyes sparkle with excitement.
Rosalie bobs her head, feeling her stomach flutter as Eli takes her hand and leads her into her room. "I always wanted to do it," Eli says, and with no further aplomb she takes off her shirt and turns to Rosalie.
She has nothing on underneath; except for the two thin pink scars under her pectorals. Rosalie reaches out hesitantly, and Eli doesn't move back, as she trails her fingers across her flat chest.
"Lovely," Rosalie manages, swallowing hard. "You're so lovely."
Rosalie looks up into Eli's face, and she can't manage to wipe the awe off her own face as Eli smiles at her, but it feels like pure, jelly-legged relief. Eli herself looks very tender, as she sways closer to Rosalie and kisses her nose.
"You don't need to keep apologizing Dutch; you were hurting. I used to as well," Eli promises, taking Rosalie's hand and pressing Rosalie's right palm to the middle of her chest. "Sometimes it still hurts, but I like the way I am, even if a lot of people don't."
"I love the way you are," Rosalie promises in return, and Eli takes both of her hips in her broad hands, pulling their bodies flush together.
"I'm a one-woman woman, Dutch," Eli cautions her, and Rosalie nods happily, thrilled with the opportunity to memorize the faint splatter of freckles across Eli's nose.
"Be mine, please, be mine," Rosalie whispers, knowing she's begging, knowing that she doesn't care. Eli wraps her tightly in a hug and doesn't mind the claws Rosalie is sure she's digging into her back.
Rosalie presses her face into Eli's neck, not wanting any chance of being pried away from her. She makes a grunt of displeasure when Eli does ease her back, but ends up sighing over the woman's face when Eli kisses her. With the press of Eli's tongue past her lips, Rosalie melts against her, sliding her hands through Eli's corkscrew curls to cradle her head.
When they finally pull away, Rosalie has to laugh. Red shimmery grease was smeared over Eli's lips and chin. She reaches up, rubbing her thumb against the dimple of Eli's grin. "Sorry – my lip-gloss," she murmurs.
Eli wipes over her own chin with her hand, catching Rosalie's fingers and giving them a squeeze. "No, I think it suits me," Eli's voice is husky and Rosalie gasps and Eli begins to squat down, only for Rosalie to feel her arm against the back of Rosalie's thighs in the next second, and she's lifted into the air. She barks out a shocked laugh as she sways, breathless. "You'll be worried about a lot more after I'm done with you."
Rosalie gives a shriek and a witch's cackle as her belly falls over Eli's shoulder. Eli takes a step forward, and flips her down, and Rosalie gives another gasp as she bounces onto her own bed.
Rosalie sits up a little, watching as Eli kneels at her feet and starts picking at the straps of her shoes. "I came to you," Rosalie says, feeling strangely breathless, and much more nude than she was as Eli manages to pry off both shoes. "I tried to say sorry."
Eli smiles, "I know, my brother's are real sore at me," Eli works on her belt and jeans, shoving them past her swollen thighs and beaming as Rosalie lets her knees fall open. "My girl's the prettiest." At that declaration, Eli leans over and climbs on top of Rosalie, who eagerly wraps her legs around Eli's waist as other woman settles her elbows beside her head. "My niece told me all about how lovely you looked."
"Good." Rosalie is irrationally thrilled as Eli presses a kiss to her eyelid, to her nose, to her chin.
I hope you liked my third ode of Butches. It had to be sweet, it had to be kind, it had to be nice. Thank you all for reading :)