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Chapter 4
My brothers sit on the other couch as Alice and Esme sit next to me on one of the living room couches. With an excited grin, Emmett reaches over and starts loading a shooting game on the console, and Edward passes the other controller to Jasper. "I am going to beat all of your asses," Emmett boasts, "I mean butts," he quickly amends as Esme gives him a pointed look. Shaking my head at his usual antics, I pick up the latest car magazine sitting on the end table next to my spot on the couch.
"Would you like to play Rosalie?" Edwards asks. "It seems like my mate could use a reminder about who is truly the queen of video games."
"Hey!" Emmett cries, "if she is the queen, then I am the king," he states with a jokingly severe look. With a growl, Edward grabs Emmett by the back of the neck, turns his face towards him, and gives him a quick dominating kiss. Pulling away just enough to speak, he growls, "You only have one queen, and that is me!" Waggling his eyebrows, Emmett opens his mouth with a big smirk, "Well…" he begins.
With a disgusted snort, I interrupt Emmett before he can continue, "Now that we have yet another disturbing sexual image of you two that we could have lived without! My answer to you is no! Besides, who wants to listen to Emmett complain all night about losing and claiming I cheated the rest of the week?"
"Hey, you do cheat! How else would explain me losing to a girl!" Emmett exclaims. Rolling my eyes, I look down at the magazine in my lap and start perusing its contents, drowning out my family's responses. Several minutes pass with my brothers heckling each other and Alice and Esme quietly talking about their day. It takes me several minutes to notice the silence, and I look up to see everyone staring at me as if waiting for a response.
"What?" I question, looking from my brothers in front of me to Alice and Esme on my right. "How did your first meeting with your mate go, dear?" Esme asks me kindly, looking at me over Alice. Looking away from her, I gaze out the window, near my brothers and the T.V.
Unable to contain her excitement, Alice vibrates in her seat before she yells out, "She got invited to her mate's house this Friday!"
"That's amazing!" Esme says with a big smile on her face. "I was only invited because we are partners on a group project, Esme," I state, almost unable to contain my excitement as I look back at Esme.
"Still, this is your opportunity to get to know her and start a friendship," Jasper softly states.
"That is an excellent point, Jasper," says Esme, "use this as a way to begin your relationship with your mate, sweetie," she continues. With a look of appreciation toward Esme, I tell her, "Alice is right, we were assigned as partners in a group project, and Bella invited me to her house this Friday so we can get started. The project is due in three weeks, and Bella said we should meet up several times a week to ensure we get a good grade."
Pausing for a moment, I continue, "So she offered up her place every weekend, and I offered to meet her at the library every Wednesday until we are finished."
"I am proud of you, Rosalie; you did a wonderful job with your first meeting with your mate," Esme gushes. I look down at my lap, too embarrassed to tell Esme that it was Bella who initiated contact and led the entire meeting while I sat there stuttering like a teenage boy. I give her a quick "Thank you, Esme."
While everyone returns to what they were doing before they interrogated me, my mind wanders back to the end of the English class to the moment I received the wonderful news. The magazine lays forgotten on my lap as I stare out the window at the woods.
Finishing up the last chapter for the day, Ms. Stirling sets down The Great Gatsby and picks up a stack of papers sitting next to her on the podium. As she starts walking down the aisle and handing them out, she says, "Alright, students, for the last 15 minutes of the class, I want you to look at the group project."
"Your partner will be the person sitting with you at your desk; please note that it is due on the last class of the week, three weeks from now. Additionally, I expect everyone to accomplish their fair share of the work." Pausing at the table before us, she looks sternly around at everyone before continuing, " If I find out someone did not help their partner, then they will receive an "F" on the assignment." Unable to help myself, I quickly glanced at Bella to see her reaction, pleased with the look of nervous excitement on her face.
As the teacher reaches our desk, she hands the last document to Bella and continues, "Please spend the rest of the class reviewing your assignment and working out your plan with your partner; you are dismissed when the bell rings."
Turning to look at Bella, I wait patiently for her to finish reading the assignment. I cannot help but notice her biting her bottom lip as her beautiful brown eyes flit back and forth, and I feel the strong urge to kiss those gorgeous full lips. Taking a deep breath to try and calm down my excitement, I am surrounded by her wonderful scent, and my beast immediately stirs awake. "Mate…claim her…make her ours!"
Grabbing my thighs with both hands and squeezing tight, I use the pain to reign in my beast quickly. "Would you like to read the paper, Rosalie?" She asks, startling me from my attempt to control my urges. Surprised by my jump, she quickly asks, "Are you okay? Did I scare you? I am so sorry!"
Looking at her, I can see a frown forming on her face, and everything screams at me to correct my error and beg for forgiveness for upsetting her. Instead, I take a deep breath and say, "No, I was just thinking about how we should accomplish this project fairly and equitably."
"There is no way I am ever going to further upset my mate by telling her she scared me, let alone tell her what I was thinking," I think. "I need to make sure she is happy and never upset; I need her to like me and not see my bitter, twisted side."
With a suspicious look on her face, she continues, "Well, I too have been thinking and well…," pausing slightly, she quickly looks away and fiddles with her hands before looking back at me, "…I was thinking that you could come over to my house every Friday and any place you want on another day for the next three weeks." Pausing to look at my face and gauge my emotions, she asks, "What do you think?"
Excited to spend alone time with my mate, I take a moment to consider offering to let her visit my house every weekend. "Can Jasper handle Bella being in the house…will my mate be safe?" Biting my lips as I consider this potential issue, I notice Bella staring at my lips, "Why is she staring at my lips?" I wonder distractedly. "Rosalie?" She questions again.
Refocusing my gaze on her, I quickly come to a decision and offer, "How about we meet every Wednesday after school at the library, just in case we need to reference something?"
Smiling with excitement, Bella nods and says, "Absolutely, that is a great idea, and I can't wait to spend time with you on this project. But just to let you know, I have high expectations for school, so I expect nothing less than an "A" for a grade, Rose…I mean Rosalie."
"Rose, you can call me Rose, and I look forward to spending time with you too," I happily say. With a small smile, she repeats, "Rose." With a glance at her watch, she stands up just as the bell rings, startling me with its sound. "What is with me? I never lose track of so much, let alone get surprised by something."
As I stand up to gather my stuff, Bella starts to walk away with her things in her arms. With a startling thought, I uncharacteristically blurt out, "Your number…I need your number to contact you if I have any issues." As she turns back to face me with a surprised look, she says, "Of course, how could I forget?"
Placing her stuff back down, she reaches near me and grabs the paper with the assignment details, "Here, I will leave my number on the paper the teacher handed out so I can make sure my partner reads the instructions for the assignment. I don't want her not doing her fair share because she forgot the instructions," she teases. Bending over, she starts to write down her name, number, and address on the top of the paper. Watching her, I can't help but notice how her luxurious brown hair drapes to one side, leaving the side of her neck closest to me exposed.
"Oh my God!" I think when I see her beautiful long neck so close and tempting.
"Oh my God, I want to kiss my way down it and mark every inch so everyone knows she is mine!"
Darting my tongue out to moisten my lips, I naturally lean forward so I can leave open-mouthed kisses and marks on her neck until she begs me to take her right there on our table. A noise from the front of the room reminds me where I am and that my mate is a human, not a vampire, that would recognize the mating bond and encourage copulation and the completion of the bond. With a supreme effort, I look away as my beast chants in the background, "Kiss, lick, mark, fuck, mine." Ignoring my beast as it continues to cycle through its mantra, I watch her as she finishes writing her name and number in pretty cursive.
Straightening, she hands me the paper with a teasing smirk on her face, "I look forward to seeing more of you." Taking the paper from her in muted surprise at her teasing, I watch her grab her stuff, turn, and walk away. Turning to look over her shoulder, she says, "Don't forget to text me before you are late for your next class."
With a startled look at the time, I scramble to grab my stuff, missing Bella stumbling into the wall as she faces forward. "Now I am losing track of time!" I internally exclaim. As I rush out into the hallway, I cannot help but wonder, "How is she the secure one?"
The rest of the week passes in a slow, agonizing blur with me impatiently waiting for Friday. The few moments of happiness I experience when I see her passing in the hallway or when we sit together in class on Thursday are the only things that prevent me from going crazy. Of course, texting did not help me since they were stressful moments filled with me deleting and retyping messages repeatedly as I tried to send the perfect message. In the end, the only texts that were sent were nothing more than me sending my contact information and confirming my arrival on Friday at 6 pm.
Now I find myself standing in front of my bed, with just an hour left before I need to go and meet Bella, frustrated over the piles of clothes all over my room. With a loud groan, I walk over to my door, open it, and brace myself as I call out, "Alice, can you come here? I need your help picking an outfit."
"Oh boy, you are in for it now, Rosalie," Emmett hollers from his and Edwards's room. "Be quiet, Emmett; I know where you hide your porn," Alice yells out as she enters my room.
"Porn!" Edward exclaims from downstairs, "Am I not good enough for…" The rest of his comment is drowned out as Alice closes my door.
"Why did you make me wait so long, Rosalie?" Alice questions. "Now we need to waste precious time pulling out your perfect outfit from these piles, and I won't have time to touch up your makeup."
"Oh, please, you know where everything is at," I tell her as I roll my eyes at her. With a glare at me, she quickly darts around my room, pulling out a short black skirt, a sleeveless lowcut floral top, a matching red lingerie set, and black heels. "Here, put these on, then sit at your vanity so Esme can fix your hair while I touch up your makeup. Also, don't even think about arguing with me about your outfit. They will help make sure you stun her and own the moment."
With a huff, I dart off into my bathroom and quickly change. Once dressed, I pause to stare at myself in the mirror, my gaze wandering over my skirt, falling between my hip and knees, showing off a tantalizing amount of leg. My gaze naturally makes its way towards my shirt, looking at my bare arms and weighing how much of my breasts are on display for her eyes. As I stare at myself, I can't help but wonder, "Will she find me beautiful?"
A knock at my bathroom door diverts my attention, "Sweetie," Esme calls out, "Are you ready for me to do your hair?" Realizing I am wasting precious time focusing on my insecurities, I rush over, open the door and rush past Esme to sit at my vanity. Esme starts to brush my hair, and Alice wipes off the little makeup I wear.
"Hair up or down?" Esme asks, as Alice questions, "Any issues with a dark eyeshadow to match your outfit?"
"Up, please, and the color is perfect, " I spend the next few moments watching them place my hair up into a high ponytail, take care of the makeup around my eyes, and complete the look by applying red lipstick. I stand up to face my mother and sister to thank them, but before I can verbalize the words, Esme places a finger carefully over my lips, then they both kiss me on my cheek. As they both pull back, Alice says, "Good luck," Esme urges me towards the door as she tells me, "Go wow, your mate."
With a grateful smile, I slip on my heels, walk out my door, and down the steps towards the garage. I pause when I see Carlisle standing by the door, holding my keys, purse, and a to-go cup in his hands. "I know you hunted yesterday, Rosalie, but I wanted to give you something to keep your hunger at bay in case you need it at your mate's house," he states with a small smile.
Feeling a swell of appreciation, I tell him, "Thank you," as I reach out and take my items from Carlisle. I hear several footsteps enter the room behind me; turning, I see Jasper, Emmett, and Edward clustering at the entranceway with excited looks on their faces, "Good luck," they all cry out together. Feeling tears start threatening to well up, I quickly send them a smile, dart past Carlisle, and jump into my car before I am overwhelmed by emotions that could make me cry and ruin Alice's work.
Grabbing the steering wheel, I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I open them and start my car, backing out of the garage so I can meet my mate.
Coming to a stop at the curb next to Bella's house, I turn my car off and hold onto the steering wheel as my chest suddenly starts to weigh a ton. The groan of the steering wheel from my tight grip causes me to let go, sit back, and digest my intense feeling.
"Nervous," I say out loud, and with clarity, I realize that I am nervous about spending time with my mate. "I wonder if she will want to work in her room away from her parents or downstairs near them," I whisper. Looking at myself in the mirror, I roll my eyes at myself and my ridiculous feelings and comments.
Focusing on myself in the mirror, I wipe my face of emotions and put on my usual mask. "There is nothing to be nervous about," I tell myself, "You are a beautiful vampire who ruled her age group at Rochester and the humans in this town. You can do this, show her how desirable you are, and sweep her off her feet" Giving myself a firm nod, I double-check my makeup in the mirror before I open the door and step out.
A police cruiser drives by me and pulls into the driveway as I close my door. A man of average height with a slender build, brown hair, and a mustache wearing a police uniform turns towards me. Taking a closer look, I can see the grey hairs in his mustache and hair along with the wrinkles around his eyes, identifying him as a gentleman in the sunset of his prime. Glancing down at his chest, I spot the nametag with the last name "Swan," identifying him as Bella's father.
"Her father," I think, "I need to make a good impression so I can ensure he approves of my eventual relationship with his daughter." Making eye contact with him, I straighten my posture and walk toward him as he turns to face me. As I near him, I notice his eyes take a quick scan of me in my high heels and long black coat that reaches my knees. Unsurprisingly, he blushes a little, but unlike other men, he doesn't try to undress me with my eyes; instead, he looks up at my eyes, keeping contact with them as I step up to him.
Placing my purse with my cup and keys into my left hand, I hold my right hand for him to shake. "Hello, Chief. My name is Rosalie, and your daughter invited me over to work on our group project." Forming a genuine smile on my ordinarily emotionless face, I continue, "Thank you for letting her have me over; I am looking forward to spending with her and working together."
As his blush increases, he gives a slight cough and reaches up to grab and shake my hand. "No need to thank me. My daughter can handle herself, and I am sure she will make sure everyone puts forth their best effort for this project."
He steps past me toward the front door, letting go of my hand. "Now, let me get you inside before I get in trouble with Bella," he says, looking up at the house. Glancing towards the house in the direction he was looking; I see the blinds in the living room window twitch shut as if someone had been trying to look without getting caught. Surprisingly, my smile does not drop as I follow him to the house.
Stepping onto the porch, her father opens the front door and then steps back, holding open the screen door. "After you miss," he gruffly says, gesturing to the house's interior.
Thanking him, I step out of the elements and into the small entranceway of the warm house. Making sure he has enough room to enter behind me, I only stop walking once past the wall with the hanging coats. Glancing around the cozy living room off to the right of the hallway, I spot a large television and recliner and my mate standing next to a couch. I smile when I realize it is the farthest piece of furniture from the window in the living room.
With surprising swiftness, Bella steps toward me, only to trip over the leg of the coffee table in front of the couch. Remembering that I am the only vampire in the house, I suppress my urge to move fast to catch my mate. Thankfully I only take a step before she catches herself on the couch's armrest.
"Careful there, Bella!" Charlie cautions with a chuckle. "You don't want to spend your first visit with your friend dealing with a bloody nose," he finishes before he takes off his jacket to hang up by the door. Turning red, Bella ignores her father, steps up to me, and takes my hand. Distracted by the feel of her soft, warm skin, I don't notice her frown directed toward my cold hand.
"Come on, Rose, let's get started on our project up in my room," she says as she turns towards the stairs.
I willingly let her lead me past her still chuckling father and up the stairs into her room. Entering her small but cozy room, she leads me to her twin bed covered with blue sheets and pillows before she drops my hand. Surprised by the pain from the loss of her touch, I have to fight to keep a blank look on my face instead of a frown as she goes back to close the door.
Pivoting to place her back against the door, she takes a moment to look at me with wide eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth. Staring at the lip, wishing it was my teeth nibbling on that lip, I cannot help the look of desire that crosses my face.
Looking into my eyes, she stops biting her lip and quickly moistens them before asking, "Would you like me to take your coat and hang it up so you can get comfortable?"
With a mysterious smile, I answer, "Absolutely, Bella!" Following her gesture to spin around, I undo my jacket and let it slide down my shoulders. Feeling her step close and grab the back of it, I glance around at the small bed and desk only big enough for one person before I ask, "Are we going to both work on your bed?"
Feeling her pause in sliding my jacket off me, I hear a soft whimper before she quietly answers, "Yes, I hope you don't mind?"
As she finishes taking my jacket off, I turn to face her and watch her with her back towards me as she hangs it on the mirror by her door. As she turns around, I cross my wrists behind my back, subtly arch my back so my chest thrusts out a little, and angle my body a bit so she can get a good look at my body's profile.
As she finishes facing me, I purr out, "Of course, I don't mind; it is what I was hoping for."
Finishing her turn, her gaze settles on me, and she stumbles, then makes a choking noise as she catches herself. As her eyes take every inch of me in, starting at my lips, pausing at the tops of my breasts, slowly working their way down my flawless legs, and stopping at my heels, I can't help the happy look settling on my face as I internally dance.
"She is attracted to me; she finds me beautiful," I celebrate, and when her dilated eyes make their way back up to meet mine, a large blush forms on her face and the nearly overpowering scent of her attraction smack into me, causing my beast to stir. Before it can fully wake up, I crush it back down with a firm, "Not yet."
"I need water. Do you want some water," she blurts out in a high-pitched voice. "Ah, now she is the one that is off-kilter," I internally exclaim while jokingly saying aloud, "No, thank you, I am plenty hydrated."
As Bella stumbles out of the room, I internally groan at my Emmett-worthy joke that references the current situation in my underwear. "It's a good thing she is not a vampire too, or else she would have smelled my pheromones, and we would have spent the next several days destroying this house!" I think to myself.
Rubbing my thighs together momentarily for the friction my body is craving, I turn around and walk over to the bed. As I settle down into the middle with my back up against the wall, my movement causes her scent to waft up to my nose resulting in a sharp spike of heat in my core, further running my underwear.
"Worth it," I think as I cross my legs and squeeze them again to try and satisfy some pleasure. "I think I am going to need a moment to myself before I get home to take care of this," I continue. As I listen to my mate start back up the stairs, I can't help but wonder how I will make it the rest of the night before I guilty imagine convincing Bella to lend me her fingers if I offer to let her use my mouth.
Shaking my head of such wonderfully naughty thoughts, I relax my posture when I hear her pause at her door. I laugh quietly when I hear Bella give herself a little pep talk, "Okay, Bella, you got this; it's no big deal that you have a beautiful woman in your room. You are both going to sit on your bed together, and work on your group project, nothing more and nothing less."
Hearing her take a deep breath, she opens the door, quickly steps in a closes it behind her. Pausing momentarily, I noticed her eyes dilate with hunger when she sees me sitting on her bed, and her gaze lands on my thighs as I uncross and recross them, causing my skirt to scrunch up and expose more of my legs. She closes her eyes momentarily, re-opens them, and confidently walks toward her desk. She grabs her notebook, novel, and pencil before sitting on the bed close enough that our shoulders and legs are touching.
Internally shivering at the feel of her skin on mine, I ask, "Now, what are your ideas for the project?" Looking up at me with an excited smile, I cannot help but be in awe of the bright look on her face.
"Well," She says, "Here is what I have in mind."
"Thank you so much for coming over to help Rose," Bella says happily by the front door several hours later. "I really appreciated your thoughts and contribution," She continues as she watches me put on my coat, as I watch her try to subtly get one last quick look at everything I left exposed for her.
"It was my pleasure," I tell her, "I look forward to this Wednesday and next weekend," I say as I finish buttoning up the last of my jacket and end her show. Pausing to stare into each other's eyes, I feel myself falling into them. Leaning forward a bit, I subtly lick my lips as she leans forward with eyes part way closed, chest heaving as her lips part just a little, begging to be kissed. With a surge of excitement, I lean forward the rest of the way.
I change my trajectory at the last minute and whisper into her ear, "Until the next time Bella," I purr. Then I pull my head back enough to leave a lingering kiss on the corner of her lips, internally delighted as the look of disappointment on her face swiftly changes to one of surprise.
As she stands there touching the lipstick stain in shock, I leave her house and jump into my car. I glance one last time at her standing in her doorway, eyes wide open, and mouth dropped in shock, with my mark on her cheek before I zoom off into the night.
I wait until I reach the city's outskirts before I allow myself to internally celebrate, "Oh God, what a wonderful night spent in the presence of my mate! A mate who wants me just as badly as I want her. I cannot wait until I can spend every moment surrounded by her, no past in my way and nothing but our future on the horizon."
Speeding up down the road surrounded by trees, I continue to think, "I will spend the rest of eternity ignoring my past and pleasing my mate, making sure she is the happiest she can ever be! Now, about this need."
Spotting a side road, I quickly pull into it, unbuckle my seat belt, scoot my seat back, rip off my jacket and fling it into the back seat. Focusing my thoughts, I think of the look on her face as I kiss her, and I unbutton my shirt with one hand while I scrunch up my skirt and rip off my panties with my other. I take a moment to remember the smell of her desire, then I massage my breast and roll my taught nipple between my fingers while working my other hand towards my center.
I spend the next several hours in the throes of pleasure with the sight of my mate in my mind before I put myself back together and head home, already looking forward to the next time I see her.
A/N: A big thank you to everyone who left some comments and kudos. I enjoyed seeing them!
I have always found it interesting how vampires respond differently to meeting their human mates in different stores. Some refuse, some try to hold back, and some immediately try to claim. The two vampires mating are always different; they seem to complete the bond immediately. It will be fun to see how Rose responds to her need with Bella being a human.
Until next time!
