Author's note; Disclaimer; I know very little about law or the Oscars. I use my imagination in spades as well as little research here and there. If this offends you then please don't read. This is a work of fiction. We are nearing the end now, a few reviews would be really nice. Because I'd like to know what you think of the story. Please and thank you.

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Preparing for the Oscars consumed us for a while. I was excited for Rosalie but also a little dejected because I wouldn't be able to go with her as her date. My role would be like it had been before, as more of a body guard than her plus one.

I seethed beneath the surface, jealousy eating me up when I saw Rosalie in her gown. It was gold and that colour with her golden blonde hair gave the impression that she was indeed the goddess I'd always secretly thought she was. The gown was long and form fitting, split in the back nearly up to her ass and it was almost entirely backless. The bodice was demure and the neckline was halter style. She was so beautiful, I longed to claim her as mine.

I wanted to be able to go to a ceremony like this as her date and hold her hand for all the world to see. But I knew that even though the world acted like it was accepting of same sex couples it really wasn't that easy. Rosalie would lose a lot of fans if she came out. Her name would be splashed across every tabloid and social media site on the planet. They would psychoanalysis her past, present and future. They would assume things about her family and about me.

I cringed at the thought of such a massive invasion of her privacy even while my heart leapt at the idea of standing beside her as her girlfriend and partner.

At Rosalie's urging I chose a fairly understated ensemble of a tailored, form fitting women's suit in black and a low cut sparkly top to fill in the neckline. I chose five inch stilettos with peep toe, their matt black surface dotted with small spikes. It was just a small nod to my raunchy side. It was of course all designer labels with prices which made my eyes water. Rosalie insisted on paying for it all and made it seem as if it would be petty to argue about it.

Our hair and makeup would be done professionally, Rosalie had her own stylist for glitzy Hollywood events. I was excited about it all but also as nervous as hell. Of course, Rose took it all in her stride, poised and effortlessly elegant, she had nothing to worry about because she'd been one of the beautiful people for almost her entire adult life. Whereas I couldn't help feeling like I was an intruder.

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Rose wrote an acceptance speech - 'just in case' - which she ran by me while we sat in the living room absentmindedly watching TV one evening.

I nodded as she spoke, my eyes fixed on her face. The late afternoon sun shone through the open sliding glass doors to shimmer on her blond hair as it fell over her smooth forehead. I was aroused by the mere sight of her stunningly blue, enigmatic eyes behind her reading glasses. She glanced up at me when I failed to make any kind of intelligible comment and her toes dug into my thigh to get my attention. Her legs were draped across my lap and her bare feet lay against my leg. I'd been toying with her toes while she read, that was until my attention became diverted by her beauty.

"What do you think?" She prodded. I stared, possibly open mouthed, as her raspberry pink tongue darted out to run over her full lower lip before her white teeth bit down on it lightly.

I nodded, I was speechless. I wetted my own suddenly dry lips with my tongue. "It's really good. Compelling. Human."

"Human?" She frowned.

I smiled, my wayward fingers trailing upward along her sleek, smooth legs under her trousers. "Yes, human. Very often celebrities' speeches seem artificial and so far removed from reality, but yours makes you relatable, human, and very likeable."

Rose smiled at me, as she reached out to stroke a tendril of hair behind my ear, her touch lingering along my ear lobe, while her short nails grazed my skin slightly. I shivered in delight. "I like that description."

"So do I." I admitted, with a playful inflection in my voice.

Being here alone with Rosalie was a dream come true. Her home had become mine and the freedom this allowed us was priceless. Here, behind closed doors, we were free to be together as a couple.

I sat up and rocked up onto my knees, reaching for her with hungry fingers. I moved in and her legs parted to allow me to kneel between them. I deliberately nudged her pussy as I slowly placed my leg right there, against her warmth. Rose whimpered, breathy and throaty. My entire body clenched down hard at that sound, moisture flooding my most private of places. I cupped her face and leaned in to taste her plush lips.

I moaned, they tasted like goddamn cherries. Rose swallowed my moan as she pulled me towards her, her Macbook sliding unheeded to the thickly carpeted floor.

Our lips moved together in perfect synchronisation, our tongues intertwined. I was so fucking lost every single time we kissed. It was like a hit of the most addictive substance in the world straight to my bloodstream. Every part of me tingled as Rosalie placed her hand around my throat. She did this every so often, particularly when I was on top of her.

It was a show of dominance on her part. The effect it had on me was ferocious. It was like a naked flame to gasoline, my blood instantly ignited with a sharp, almost painful arousal which made me wild.

I deepened our kiss while my hands abandoned her face to undo the tie on her wrap around top. My fingers trembled, I couldn't control it even if I'd wanted to. The need to feel her skin and taste every part of her reigned supreme.

Rosalie broke our kiss to watch me, her eyes heavy lidded glittering blue. My heart skipped a beat. I parted her top and sighed in pleasure as her perfect, small, braless breasts were revealed. Their nipples were tight buds of need. My breath caught in my throat as she pulled me forward, using her hold on my neck as leverage. I obeyed her silent command and I sucked her nipple into my mouth deeply, delighting in the whimpers leaving her parted lips. I gave the other breast equal attention.

My hands dropped to the fastening on her trousers. We made short work of our clothes and soon I was pulling Rosalie over me. She straddled me and my fingers found her slick pussy.

"Youre so fucking wet." I murmured, leaning back against the sofa to watch her as she kneeled over me. My fingers slid through her folds causing her to jerk against me. I smiled and found her entrance. I used two fingers to sink inside her, my other hand on her delectable ass, guiding her.

Rose whimpered. "More…" she demanded, leaning in to bite and then lick my lips.

I added another finger and my own body pulsed as she rocked onto my fingers a cry on her lips. Our gazes locked as Rosalie moved over me, her hips rotating sensuously.

I could feel my own orgasm rushing towards me and I wasn't even being touched. Seeing Rose like this undid me spectacularly.

My mouth captured her nipple and I suckled hard. Rosalie fucked my fingers harder, her inner walls trembling around me. I found her engorged clitoris and stroked it in small circles. I curled my fingers inside her, searching for the small patch of skin which worked voodoo magic.

Rosalie cried out, her back arched as she came hard. There was a rush of moisture on my hand and I smiled as my movements slowed but didn't stop altogether as I allowed her to ride her orgasm out.

"Youre so fucking good at that." Rosalie whispered breathlessly as she kissed me.

"I love making you come." It was true.

Rosalie slid off me and lay down beside me. She stared up at me, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Izzy, come here and sit on my face." As usual, dirty words in her soft cultured voice did it for me. I was aching. Fuuuck.

I was a little shy, even after all we'd done together. Rose ordering me about probably had something to do with it. I was off balance and she knew it.

I hesitated and Rose took action. She sat up just enough to place her hand around my throat again. I allowed her to pull me over her, my heart racing in excitement.

She lay back down, urging me to position myself over her. There was something undeniably sexy about seeing her beautiful face between my thighs.

I was so wet it was embarrassing.

Rosalie held my gaze as she dropped her hand from around my neck and placed both her arms around my hips. I was trapped in the most delightful of ways. She ate me like her favourite dessert, lapping, sucking and fucking my sensitive pussy with her lips and tongue. Her supple tongue lapped at my clitoris, her gaze locked on my face. I couldn't look away, even if if wanted to.

I was going to come so hard. On. Her. Face.

Fuuuucck!

An invisible coil tightened unbearably deep inside me, the ache intensified and then I shattered, free falling, my body jerking uncontrollably. Instead of pulling away, Rosalie pulled me closer and buried herself in my wetness as she licked every last drop of my orgasm from my body.

I was boneless as I fell onto the sofa beside her. Rosalie watched me, her expression possessive and a little amused.

"I love you so fucking much." She said at last, her voice breaking her so slightly.

My heart flew right out of my chest. It was an emotional ecstasy which was as indescribable as the physical.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her again and again.

"I love you too, Ro." I said huskily. "More than anything."

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Rosalie's lawyers were busy preparing to meet Scott and she was confident that it would go in our favour. I couldn't help wondering what would happen if I did get custody of my Chloe, how would it feel to have her here in Los Angeles living with Rose and I? How would she feel? She was after all not a toddler and she would either love it here or hate the situation I'd put her in.

"The lawyers think you would have a better chance of getting custody if you're in a steady, committed relationship." Rose had just gotten off the phone with John.

I stopped typing and turned to face her. "Well, that can't happen, yet. Won't it be enough that I'm in a steady job and that I've settled here?"

Rosalie pursed her full lips and stared at me with a speculative gleam in her eyes.

"We'll see." She said, "It might be."

I smiled at her. "Thank you for doing all this."

She returned my smile. "It's my pleasure, Izzy. You love your daughter and I want this for you."

My heart fluttered in my chest and I drew in an unsteady breath. "How did I get so lucky?" I whispered in awe.

Rose shrugged as she turned back to her computer. "I ask myself that every day."

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The first formal meeting with Scott didn't go quite according to plan at first. We walked in together, Rose and I, keeping a professional distance between us. Scott stared at us with a sneer on his lips. But I was impervious to his scorn with Rosalie by my side. I was invincible. I drew my courage from her formidable strength.

His lawyer was a woman in her mid thirties called Christina. She clearly disliked me and was making their case about my 'flightiness' and general unreliability.

I knew that Rose was getting sick of their arguments. Her face was blank which was never a good sign. Her gaze was glacial as she surveyed them with dry amusement.

"She left her daughter after the divorce after telling her ex-husband that she had been harbouring suppressed homosexual tendencies and wasn't heard from again! Isabella is an unfit mother and an uncaring one who cannot be trusted to look after a child of nine, or quite frankly of any age."

I flinched. I desperately wanted to hold onto Rose for comfort, but of course, I couldn't.

"My client has provided stability for his daughter in the midst of all this and he is in fact in a steady, committed relationship, one which the child herself finds most agreeable. They are happy. It would be cruel and senseless to uproot this child and force her to live with a mother who abandoned her. Who by the way, has no such stability in her life."

Rosalie's lawyer stood up and placed away from the table, his eyes on the papers he held in his hands.

"I have it on good authority that Mr Travers threatened my client and forbade her from seeing or indeed speaking to her own child on the grounds that she was an unfit mother because she is gay."

Scott's lawyer began to speak but John held up his hand.

"Isabella Swan has always been an excellent mother, I have several credible witnesses to this fact. She would not have abandoned her child if it were not for those threats. She is fully within her right to seek custody and moreover, we move for full custody."

Murmurs could be heard from the other side of the table and I forced myself to stare straight ahead, my pulse hammering away and my mouth deathly dry.

"If your client knows what's best for him, he will avoid taking this to court. In California, it is frowned upon to threaten and belittle someone due to their sexuality."

Rosalie and John shared a loaded glance and she nodded ever so slightly.

"My client will be generous and will grant Mr Travers yearly visitation if he agrees to the terms we have set out."

Scott glared at me, his eyes filled with rage and I flinched, terrified despite myself.

"You bitch!" He growled, standing up slowly. "You won't get away with this! I won't let you! You made me a laughing stock and now you're trying to steal my daughter."

He moved towards me and I braced myself, my fingers digging into the arms of my chair.

But Rosalie was between us, she stood up slowly, in an unhurried manner which told Scott just how much she thought of his threats. She was taller than him in her court shoes, an elegant, intimidating figure in pristine armani. Scott took a visible step back.

"If you speak to Izzy like that one more time, all bets are off." She said in a voice so devoid of emotion it sent a chill down my spine. "I'll fucking lynch you." There was no doubt she meant it.

Scott looked taken-aback. His lawyer pulled him back to his seat, speaking rapidly into his ear.

Rose sat down, looking bored. Our eyes met and she smiled at me, ever so slightly.

At that moment I knew that everything was going to be okay, because I had Rosalie in my corner and she'd never let me down.

I relaxed internally and even managed to smile.

After a few minutes of quiet deliberation Scott's lawyer stood up. She looked pained.

"My client has decided to accept your terms, except for the visitation. He proposes alternating yearly visits, so that both parents get to spend things like birthdays and Christmas with their child."

John shook his head ruefully, "That sounds an awful lot like joint custody."

Christina pursed her lips and nodded. "Yes, with altered aspects, my client is willing to be amiable."

John smirked. "That is a vast improvement from just a few minutes ago. Am I to understand that your client had had a life changing affirmation in just a few short minutes or are these concessions of your doing?"

Scott's lawyer nodded. "I advised my client on the best course of action, of course."

John nodded with a smirk. "We will have to discuss this and get back to you. Allow us to have the room."

"Is this what you want?" Rose asked me as soon as they left.

I hesitated and then nodded. "I don't want to separate Chloe from her father entirely."

Rosalie watched me closely gauging my reaction. "If you're happy with this we will proceed."

I smiled at her. "I get to see my baby!" My voice broke slightly and I stopped for a moment. I didn't want to appear foolish. "I'm happy with this."

Rosalie nodded and turned to John. "You heard her, John."

The man smiled at Rose, his tone and demeanour respectful. He clearly held her in high regard. "Of course, we will sign all the documents now and arrange for the child to be sent over here." He paused. "There is however the small matter of Ms Swan's visa. It is set to expire next year and that will not do. I propose that you sponsor her through your company and apply for her green card so that she can settle here permanently."

I glanced at Rosalie to gauge her reaction. She didn't hesitate.

"Yes, of course, make it so, John."

The lawyers left us briefly and shut the door. Rosalie leaned in and kissed me, a soft, swift press of lips which made my heart sing.

"Thank you." I told her fervently.

She smiled at me. "I can't lose you now that I've found you."

The implications of that statement caused my heart to race, excitement in the pit of my stomach.