Toxic Rose
Chapter Twenty One: Midnight Rendezvous
A/N: I feel like Jacob is going to get a lot of hate in this story, but I actually like the guy in the real book series. He's nice and considerate of Bella and is her childhood friend. The only reason he's getting the shit end of the deal in this story is because someone needs to be the antagonist in the story to the two girls relationship and who better than the boy whose had a crush on Bella for years. He won't be the only antagonist though.
Bella and Rosalie had been officially dating for two weeks now. While they still hadn't had their big 'first date', as Rosalie said she was planning it in secret to make it special, they went out on plenty of smaller dates. Like going to the mall, to a spa or to the movies, all in places out of town so that they could freely hold hands with one another without someone recognizing them. And right now it was a Saturday day and Bella and Rosalie were going out to see the new movie that had been released. It was an action movie and the girls certainly got into action of their own, although they hadn't planned on it.
"I really like this actor," Bella whispered as she took a sip of her soda and put it down, her left hand entwined with Rosalie's right hand on the armrest. The movie theater was practically empty as it was midday outside and most people were still asleep in their beds.
"Really?" Rosalie hummed as she played with Bella's fingers absently. Her eyes were trained on the movie which had started playing a few minutes ago yet she couldn't find it in her to focus on it, her gaze shifting over to the girl next to her ever couple of seconds. Bella was wearing this really cute outfit that Rosalie had helped her pick out in the mall a couple of weeks ago and she wanted nothing more than to rip it off, to run her hands over the lace of Bella's newer and sexier undergarments.
"Yea. He's a really good action star. I've seen him in a bunch of movies," Bella commented, eyes glued to the screen. She was barely paying Rosalie any attention now that they were here and this irked the older girl. She wanted Bella's attention to be on her. Her stomach twisted in jealousy and she knew it was stupid to feel this way. But she couldn't help but feel resentful to the actor for diverting the brunette's attention.
"Well I hate him," Rosalie growled, surprising her own self with how much venom she carried in her voice. She hadn't even planned on speaking up. Bella's head snapped to her, suddenly worried. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Rosalie breathed, trying to reign in her darker emotions. She wasn't going to ruin her date with Bella over this. She was stronger than her disorder. She would and could drop these nasty feelings.
"You're squeezing my hand really tightly." Rosalie loosened her grip, unaware that she had nearly crushed the other girls hand.
"Sorry," she whispered, dragging the other girls knuckles to her lips and brushing them gently in apology.
"You're forgiven, but only if you kiss me," Bella boldly said and Rosalie was surprised to see how quickly the girl had come out of her shell and learned to demand things from the blonde. Previously Bella had been quiet and compliant to the blonde's whims but gradually she had grown to demand affection from Rosalie. Most curious. Maybe she is more like Marie than I thought.
Rosalie leaned closer to Bella in the dark, and the brunette eagerly stretched out her head so that their lips could meet in a chaste kiss. They pulled away, their foreheads resting on one another. Rosalie knew that the brunette was about to go back to watching her movie but she didn't want that. She wanted to taste more of her lips. "Bella, how mad would you be if I made you miss the rest of your favorite actors film?" Her voice came out more husky than she intended as images of what she could do to Bella ran in her mind.
Rosalie could feel Bella's eyebrows moving against her forehead in surprise. "Well it depends what you're thinking of," Bella whispered coyly and her free hand slipped down Rosalie's neck, her thumb rubbing circles on her collarbone, mindful to watch for the scars. The girl no longer had to wear the neck bandage but the skin was still soft and raw there.
The motion sent warm tingles throughout Rosalie's body and she drew in a breath, trying to compose herself. Tell her you only want to kiss her again. Don't give in. Don't do it, Rosalie's more sane part of the brain told her. But she ignored it, as usual.
"This." Rosalie pulled up the armrest dividing them and pushed Bella back in her seat. Bella's back hit the wall, as they had sat right against the right side of the movie theater in the back. Her left leg came up on the seat, right leg on the ground, and she let out a little squeak before Rosalie's lips blanketed her own. The blonde's lithe body covered the other girl's as they pressed on each other. Bella was thrown off by the blonde's actions, not expecting them in the least. She had been expecting a kiss, or serious making out, but not this. Bella felt a moan bubble up in the back of her throat but Rosalie's lips quickly swallowed it up before she removed them and started placing warm open mouthed kisses on Bella's neck.
"Rosalie," Bella hissed, her hands going into the blonde's long locks as Rosalie's head got lower. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she bit her bottom lip to keep quiet as the blonde's hands came up under her shirt and expertly loosened her bra, thumbs brushing against her stiff nips. "Rosalie," Bella hissed again and let out a loud cry, that was thankfully covered up with the sound of an explosion in the movie, when Rosalie bit down hard on Bella's collarbone. She licked the wound to make the pain go away, licking her way back up to Bella's mouth. They kissed again and Bella felt her heart beat accelerate. Heat was pooling down in her lower abdomen at an alarming rate and she felt the urge to rub her thighs together to get more friction there. But she didn't have to because Rosalie slide her knee between Bella's legs and pressed down hard. Bella let out a whimper and began to grind gratefully against it, her hands coming up to clutch Rosalie's back. She wondered if the blonde could feel how hot she was down there. Rosalie always turned her on so quickly.
Rosalie pulled her lips away from Bella's mouth and dragged them up to the brunette's ear where she began to nibble and lick at it, her hot breath billowing in Bella's ear. Shivers of delight ran through Bella's body and coupled with the way Rosalie's hands were playing with her tits now made her mind grow foggy. "Rosalie," she whined, hating how needy she sounded. She began to grind down harder on the blonde's knee, the movie sound affects a whole world away.
You're such a slut! Humping away in a movie theater like some cheap whore! Bella's subconscious snarled at her. Are you really going to go all the way with her here?
Shut up! Bella moaned back as she felt the tip of Rosalie's tongue dip into her inner ear. She arched her back at this and dug her nails harder into the back of Rosalie's sweater, causing the other to hiss in pain. Bella wanted to touch the blonde too, wanted her to feel as good as she did. Without thinking too much on the matter she let her hands drift down to the blonde's jeans. She snapped the button open after fumbling with it for a while and let one hand trail tentatively down the front of Rosalie's panties.
Bella paused there to see if the blonde would say anything but the blonde only hummed appreciatively and Bella let her hand go all the way down, cupping her between the legs fully. She could feel the other girls heat and how wet she was through the thin material of her underwear and felt her own insides churn in additional arousal at the other girls clear want of her. She began to rub on the spot experimentally and Rosalie stopped in her actions of pampering Bella's ear to let out a shaky breath. "Harder," she breathed. "Harder." Bella complied, turned on even more by the amount of need in the blonde's voice. Her hips began to buck upwards as Bella rubbed her fingers harder over her panties.
"Mm," Rosalie whined and squeezed Bella's breasts between her palms making the other girl gasp. "Fuck. Touch me," she pleaded, her voice so desperate that there was no way Bella could deny it. But the angle at which the two girls were at wasn't the best for getting deeper into Rosalie's pants.
"Lie back," Bella ordered, amazed her brain was still functioning after all this enough to form coherent sentences. Rosalie did as asked, and the two girl's changed positions, with Bella hovering over Rosalie on the chairs. Bella slipped her fingers past Rosalie's underwear, gasping at how wet and hot it felt. Omg I'm actually touching Rosalie's-it's crazy-I-I just-wow. And it's all happening in a movie theater.
Bella began to rub back and forth in rhythm, her hand slicking up with Rosalie's juices. The blonde's hips were bucking more wildly, and one arm came up to wrap around Bella's shoulders, one hand covering her own mouth to prevent her moans from coming out. What did Bella do now? Did she just continue this until the blonde came or something? Did she put a finger in? Even with reading all those articles she was still unprepared for the actual thing! And holy shit had anyone noticed them yet? She gave a quick paranoid look around the movie theater but most people were in the front and it didn't look like they had glanced back. It was too dark to tell for sure.
"Bella," Rosalie bucked her hips up trying to get more coverage. "Put your fingers-" But whatever else she was going to say was cut off by her phone going off. Bella instantly sat back, slipping her hand out of Rosalie's pants and trying to look forward at the movie screen as if she had been watching the movie the whole time.
Rosalie took longer to recover, growling in frustration as she searched for her phone. A loud shush came from the front of the theater and Bella squeaked out a "sorry," as Rosalie finally located her phone. It was on the floor. She silenced it angrily and tossed it onto her chair haphazardly. Now the moods been ruined, Bella thought sadly but with a hint of relief. Who knows what she would have done if it hadn't rang. Her insides still churned with pent up arousal and as she shifted on her chair she noticed she was wet. I better clean that up before we leave. She hoped she didn't have wet stains on her jeans. She got up, snapping her bra back together and pulling her shirt down, mindful of her sticky hand.
"Where are you going?" Rosalie asked, her voice still husky. She grabbed at Bella's hips as the girl made to walk past and pressed a gentle kiss to her hipbone.
"To um, clean up for a bit," Bella honestly said and blushed but it was too dark to tell.
"I'll come with you," Rosalie stood up, her hands still on the brunette's waist, but Bella shook her head. "No. I need to go by myself." Rosalie understood what the brunette was saying. She was saying that fun time was over and now it was time for them to pay attention to the movie and not each others bodies.
"I know but I need to go too."
"Just go after I come back. I need some space to clear my head," Bella said, her voice bordering on begging. Rosalie felt a sharp stab next to her heart at that but sat back down, her arms dropping from Bella. "Sure," she tried to keep her voice even. "Just don't take too long." The girl nodded her head and went down the stairs, almost tripping twice in the dark. Rosalie buttoned up her pants, her panties feeling really uncomfortable around her. But her insides throbbed with even more discomfort, pissed off that she hadn't gotten off today. But she supposed it was only fair. She had sprung herself on Bella, after she promised to be respectful of what the girl wanted or didn't want. And while Bella hadn't been put off by it, now she needed space from Rosalie. Had she done something wrong? Rosalie bit the inside of her mouth, her fingers curling as she tried to figure out what, if anything, she had fucked up.
In the meantime Bella had let herself into the woman's restroom, having walked with her left hand behind her back in hopes that no one would notice that it was coated with Rosalie's arousal. No one was in the bathroom thankfully and she set on washing her hands first. As she got the tap running she looked down at her hand. She wondered...how did the other girl taste? There was no harm in trying, right?
Casting a furtive look to make sure no one really was here, she gave her pointer finger a little lick. It's sweet, Bella mussed. She wasn't sure what she had expected it to taste like but sweet wasn't one of it. It didn't seem to fit the girls tough outside demeanor but perhaps she was actually soft and kind on the inside. Bella was tempted to take another lick but shook her mind to rid herself of the desire to do so. Stop it, it's weird, she scolded herself and then plunged her hands under the water. She pulled it out a second later with a scream when she realized she had set the water on hot instead of cold.
Rosalie dropped Bella off a block from her house so she could walk back. With a quick kiss, Rosalie drove off. Bella let herself into her house and got to work on preparing dinner for her and Charlie. Her dad was still out with his friends, not that she minded. She had the house to herself and could think about stuff that she couldn't with him usually hovering over her. He had kept true to his promise and was paying more attention to Bella which made spending time with Rosalie harder. Bella would often have to lie and tell her father she was over at a friends house or at the library reading a book. So far he didn't seem too suspicious of her, but didn't like how often she was out of the house in the afternoons. But she couldn't not see the blonde-that would be impossible. And speaking of the blonde, had Bella made it awkward after she had told Rosalie to not go with her to the bathroom? She had only said that because she was afraid that if Rosalie went with her she wouldn't be able to stop herself from going all the way with the blonde. And when she had come back from the bathroom the blonde had watched the movie in it's entirety, even though she hated the actor. She had held hands with Bella and that was it. And even on the ride back she had mainly remained quiet, opting to let the radio play to fill up their silence. Bella had wanted to say something but what?
Was Rosalie mad at her?
Bella shook her head. That couldn't be it. She had seen the blonde mad before and that's not how it looked like on her. So then what? Disappointment? Bella tossed the chicken she had been cutting up in the pan on her stove and let it sizzle. Should she text the girl about it? She was just about to reach for her phone when the opening of the front door stopped her.
"Bells, I'm home."
"Hi dad," Bella called back, sliding her phone back where it had been. She couldn't risk texting Rosalie when her dad was around. Too risky.
"What are you making? It smells good." Charlie smiled as he shrugged his coat off and placed it on the back of the chair.
"Just some chicken with a side of mashed potatoes. Wanna help?" She held up a potato in one hand and a peeler in the other. "It'll make the work go by faster." And also make him less suspicions of me.
"Sure," Charlie said and they set to work peeling the spuds together in comfortable silence.
After dinner had been served and eaten, Charlie washed the dishes while Bella went upstairs to do her work. Her phone buzzed with a message and she picked it up, slightly disappointed when she saw it was from Leah and not from Rosalie.
How's everything? The text asked. Over the course of the two weeks Bella and Leah had been exchanging texts about the status of Bella's relationship with the Cullen. Leah insisted on knowing because she said she felt safer if she knew all the details and if anything happened she could help Bella. Bella didn't necessarily like this, but if it would get the Reserve girl off her back about telling someone about this relationship, then she would do it. So far the other girl seemed fine, if a bit disbelieving about Bella's relationship with Rosalie.
It's good. Saw this action movie with Sieg Larson, my fav actor. Bella shot back. She waited a couple seconds for the next text.
She didn't flip out or anything? Bella snorted. Leah treated Rosalie like a wild animal that might turn on a human at any moment and scratch their eyes out. Bella's fingers hovered over the n and o letters but paused. Rosalie had seemed a bit off today. Should she tell Leah about it? No, it would only make the other girl more wary.
No. Everything's going great. I told you she loved me.
Leah sent back an eye rolling emoji. The Reserve girl didn't think Rosalie was capable of love. They texted back and forth for a little bit and then Bella said her goodbyes and turned to focus back on her work. It was ten pm by the time she had finished and she cleaned up her papers, giving a huge yawn. She grabbed her towel and went to the bathroom to shower. When she was done she got changed into a fresh set of pjs, an over-sized t-shirt and shorts, and settled down into her bed leaving the lamp next to her bed on, so she could scroll lazily through her phone and check her Facebook.
The swish of her window opening alerted Bella that she was no longer alone in her room and she sat up, twisting her head back to see Rosalie crawling in through the window. "Rosalie, what are you doing here?" A flashback of the last time that Rosalie had come in through the window played in Bella's head and she felt guilt stab into her heart. "You shouldn't be here. My dad hates you." Rosalie closed the window shut after her. She was carrying an overnight bag on her shoulder.
"I'm not worried about your father," the blonde replied, taking off the mittens and hat she was wearing. Bella avoided looking at her, her gaze drawn to the middle of the room where the blonde had laid last time in her own pool of blood. Bella had thought she had recovered from the events but now that the blonde was here...
Rosalie noticed this and slide off her jacket, tossing all her belongs to the top of Bella's desk. She neared the brunette and sat down beside her, grasping her hands between her own. "Bella." She directed the girls face to her own with her pointer finger. The brunette's big fearful eyes meet her steady hazel ones. She knew what the brunette was thinking of.
"You still remember? You still remember how I writhed in pain on that floor, bleeding out all over your room?" Rosalie softly whispered and Bella's eyes widened. Rosalie's fingers came up to trace the left side of her face, brushing back a strand of wet brown hair behind her ear. "I was in so much pain. And now I have scars to forever remind me of how you pushed me to the edge Bella. You made me do it. No one else." Rosalie raised Bella's hand to her throat, letting the girls fingers trace over the pale and bumpy line where the blade had sliced through her flesh.
"I remember. I wish I didn't," Bella whispered morosely. She lowered her lips to the scar and kissed it gently, her hair tickling Rosalie's nose. Bella now knew that the blonde wasn't saying this to spite her but because it was her way of protecting herself from these memories too. Rosalie made an appreciative noise in the back of her throat at the touch of Bella's lips on her flesh before she moved away from Bella, going over to grab her night bag. "I'm staying over tonight with you. We'll make new memories in this room, to wipe away the bad ones we have." Then without waiting for Bella's response she strode into the bathroom to change.
Bella shook her head in exasperation. It wasn't safe for the blonde to be here. The chances of her dad finding her here were too high. And there was no way Bella could talk her way out of this if her dad saw the two of them in the same room in their pjs. For now Charlie maintained a respect for her lack of desire to talk about that night during Thanksgiving break, but if she started acting too suspicious then he would go back to questioning her.
And wait a second, wait a second, Bella's libido put up its hands, drawing Bella's attention to Rosalie's words. The blonde had said that they would make new memories in this room, so that only meant-sex, hot sex, the libido put in and Bella's body flushed, her insides twisting delightfully.
Holy shit, was tonight the night? The water in the bathroom turned off, signifying that Rosalie had finished washing up. The blonde came into the room a moment later, wearing a negligee. Bella could see the older girl's barely there panties and the entirety of her breasts and toned abdomen. Bella's heart slammed up into her throat like rocket, which suddenly felt too dry.
"Are you wearing that to bed?" Bella stammered out, drawing the covers up to her face to cover the blush forming on her cheeks.
"Yes. I sleep in this every night. Why?" Rosalie asked innocently as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. This wasn't true. Rosalie usually wore something more causal and that showed less skin but she wanted Bella to see how hot she was, and she knew the girl was taking in her body appreciatively.
"Uh, nothing," Bella said, turning over to her side and clamping her legs closed together. There was no way she was going to have sex tonight, right? Rosalie had to mean something else by creating new memories. Nope, it's sex! Her libido cheered and Bella bit the inside of her cheek to shut it up. She and Rosalie had already come close to doing it today, there was no way the blonde would continue to pursue this right? Bella bit back a whimper when she felt Rosalie slide into the bed next to her. Her long legs tangled with Bella's and her arms came around the brunette's waist, slipping up to find her hands. She gave them a little squeeze.
"I wanna um, say that I didn't mean to ravish you in the movie theater like that," Rosalie said, sounding awkward as she tried to apologize. She pressed her face to Bella's neck, planting a soft kiss there, and then pressed even closer to Bella. Bella let out a stifled gasp as Rosalie's breasts came in contact with her back. She's so warm, Bella sighed internally, her heart rate increasing.
"I intend on waiting for the right time; for when you're ready. So let me know if you feel like I'm pressuring you or something." So Rosalie wasn't here for sex? Bella felt a tad disappointed.
"It's fine," Bella responded, wishing her voice was steadier but with Rosalie this close to her all she wanted to do was kiss her. She turned around in the blonde's arms so that their faces could be closer to one another, their breath billowing into each others face. Rosalie's smelled of mint and Bella drank it in greedily. "I trust you to have control." Rosalie gave a small smile at this.
"Bella you greatly overestimate my control. If we hadn't been stopped any of those times before than who knows how far I would have gone, regardless of if you were ready to take that step into adulthood." Bella's eyes opened wide and Rosalie took it as a sign of fear. She gave a huge sigh, her chest expanding against Bella's with that breath and moved away, turning her back on Bella and turning the desk lamp off. "Anyways, I just want to spend the night here, to be next to you, so don't worry. Good night." Bella was quiet as the blonde settled down, pulling up the covers to her chin. Silence permeated the room and the only sound was of the two girl's soft breathing. Bella looked down at the blonde, whose back and face were turned from her, her body slowly moving up and down in time as she inhaled and exhaled. There was something almost peaceful about it and Bella drew her thoughts away before she could become even more mesmerized.
"Show me," Bella whispered softly.
"What?" Rosalie asked, not turning around.
"I said show me."
Rosalie turned around this time to face Bella, her eyebrows quirking up at the demand. "Show me that my trust isn't misplaced."
Rosalie swallowed hard at this. The thought of touching Bella was too tempting. "Bella, don't push me to-" But Bella silenced her with a kiss. There was no way that the blonde was going to get away with teasing her with so much exposed skin and not even kissing her goodnight. Bella felt the blonde immediately reciprocate, her pliant lips moving against Bella's thinner ones. Her hand came up to tangle in Bella's hair as Bella's hand came up to cup her chin. They kissed for a while, mouths opening to make way for hungry tongues that explored every corner in each others mouth. Rosalie pulled Bella on top of her, their chests touching, legs sliding together, so that she could kiss Bella at a better angle. Their body heat combined to make the air around them like fire and Bella kicked the blankets off of them to give them some relief.
They drew away for air, their chests heaving in time as they caught their breath. Soft moonlight came in through the window, alighting the blonde's hair and making it look sliver. Her eyes glowed with desire as she licked her lips for the traces of the brunette on them, and Bella bent her head down to kiss those marvelous lips once more before she sank her teeth into the blonde's bottom lip and sucked hard. Rosalie let out a huge moan, her hands coming up to grab Bella by the shoulders and rolling her so that now Rosalie was on top, hovering over Bella on her elbows. She pulled her lip free and gave it a lick, her eyes never leaving those of Bella's.
"You drive me crazy when you do that," she husked, attacking Bella's neck with her teeth. Bella let out a gasp at the sudden pain and her hands came up to grab at Rosalie's head and pull it away but the blonde grabbed at her hands and pushed them down to the mattress by the wrists, pinning them above her head on the pillows.
"Rosalie!" Bella hissed as pain laced up her neck. The Cullen was biting much too hard for it to be pleasurable yet it only made Bella's insides heat up in excitement. The blonde pulled away, licking at the hurt spot of flesh, soothing away the pain. She dragged her lips up to Bella's ear, warm breath sending shivers down the brunette's spine.
"I told you, you drive me crazy when you do that. It makes me want to hurt you," Rosalie admitted and Bella's insides jumped in delight at hearing those words. Even though Rosalie said she wanted to hurt Bella the younger girl welcomed the thought, wondering just how far she could drag the other girl out of her mind. It felt good to know she could drive someone crazy like this. "So don't start if you can't handle the bite, little kitten," Rosalie said, sitting up on Bella's waist and letting go of her wrists, her own hands coming down to the sides of the younger girls legs as she appraised her reaction. Had she gone too far in admitting that? The younger girl rubbed her wrists, alleviating the pain in them as she evaluated the other, both girls staring wordlessly at one another, the tension thick between them. Bella broke it first.
"I already know you're crazy, Rosalie," she smirked and sat up quickly. It was her turn to pin the tops of the blonde's hands to the mattress with her palms and then before Rosalie could move back she bit down hard on her lip again, as hard as she could. Bella tasted blood and Rosalie moaned long and hard, her body trembling as Bella held on, pulling her slowly forwards, till Bella's back was resting on the bed sheets again. Rosalie's eyes shut close and her hips ground into Bella's hips, her panties squelching with the motion because of how wet she was. Her hands struggled weakly to come up but Bella forced them down. The younger girl let her lip go after a few more moments, going to lick the blood away with the tip of her tongue. Rosalie's breathing was really irregular and she let out small whimpers and moans as the tip of Bella's tongue traced her bottom lip before dipping into her mouth. "You're not the only one who can bite," Bella teased, her voice deeper than usual. Her hands came off of Rosalie's and she cupped her chin as she pulled her into another bruising kiss.
"F-fuck, Bella. I can't-I can't-" Rosalie panted, struggling to speak between kisses. "I can't-I can't-you overestimate my control. I can't stop."
"Maybe I don't want you to stop," Bella admitted. She wasn't going to think about if the time was right or not anymore. She just wanted Rosalie. And she wanted to get the blonde to stop fighting and to give in to her already. So she bit down for a third time on Rosalie's abused poor bottom lip at the same time she ran her nails up the side of her ribs and used her knee to grind hard against Rosalie's crotch.
Rosalie positively keened at the combination of sensations and her hips jerked erratically as some liquid trickled down from her underwear and made a path down Bella's knee. The blonde's whole body trembled and her hands came up to painfully tug on the ends of Bella's hair. "Bath-bathroom-I need to go there-" Rosalie huffed and Bella let go of her lips, confused. "I can't-not tonight-" She scrambled off of Bella and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind her. What had happened? Bella sat up, realizing her knee was sticky and wet. She touched it hesitantly. Was Rosalie embarrassed by her arousal leaking out and coating Bella's knee?
Rosalie locked herself into Bella's bathroom, needing to be alone right now. Her body was flushed and trembling and so sensitive all over. She turned on the tubs tap, shedding her negligee. She couldn't believe that she had actually cum a little back there. What was wrong with her? Was she so horny now that anything would get her off? No. It wasn't that. It was the way Bella had bit her lip. The girl looked docile but she had a dark savagery to her that made Rosalie wonder if the girl harbored a secret desire to hurt others. A desire Bella herself wasn't aware of. Rosalie ran a tongue over her bruised lips, her insides squeezing in need as she recalled the way Bella had chomped down on them, sucking on them, licking them-a red fog of lust swept through the blonde's body and she doubled over, grabbing the sink with her hands to prevent herself from falling to her knees.
Her body demanded her to finish what had been started and Rosalie knew she wouldn't be able to go outside if she didn't handle things herself right now. She sat down in the tub, hoping the thudding water would cover up what was about to happen.
"Rosalie, are you okay?" Bella's hesitant voice came from the other side of the door. Rosalie could barely hear her over the water.
"I'm fine. I just need time to calm down, so that I can keep my promise to you."
"I already told you Rosalie I don't mind that-"
"No, Bella. Just, stop," Rosalie said, needing the brunette to leave now.
"Okay," was Bella's let down response. Rosalie made a mental note to make it up to the girl for this later. Now she had more important things than Bella being upset at her. Waiting a second more, as that was all she could bare to wait, to make sure that Bella had left the door, she let her hands trail down to where she knew they could be of good use to her.
While Rosalie busied herself in the bathroom, Bella threw herself down with a huff on her bed, inhaling the roses and spice scent of the older girl that lingered on her sheets. She was still hot and bothered but she didn't dare touch herself to release the tension, too scared that the other girl would come out and see her. Instead she focused on other things to get her body off of how it craved physical stimulation. Thinking about her ruined friendship with Alice certainly turned her off. Keeping her face buried deep in Rosalie's scent, she went to bed thinking of her pixie friend. She was long asleep by the time Rosalie came out, towel over her shoulders, pjs back on but her body, still too sensitive for her liking. She had worked out most of her tension in the tub imagining it had been the brunette's fingers that had been helping her. But that was nothing compared to the real thing.
Rosalie quietly entered the room, watching as Bella peacefully slept, looking incredibly halcyon in this moment. Her hair was spread out in a dark arc around her, her huge t-shirt riding up and her shorts exposing a good chunk of her pale legs. Rosalie gave a tentative smile and slowly slipped in next to her, willing her body to behave itself this time. She pulled the covers up on the two of them and closed her eyes, breathing in the younger girl's sweet scent of chocolate and caramel.
Another week passed and Rosalie kept up with her appearances at Bella's room after ten pm. True to her word she only slept next to Bella and they never talked about what had happened that one night. Bella felt too awkward to mention it and Rosalie certainly didn't seem to want to have the topic brought up. Going on dates was getting harder, especially since more school work was popping up for the girls. Their dates had to be put on hold and they took to spending time together doing work in the Cullen household. The house was empty most of the time so they didn't have to worry about their precious time together being taken up by another Cullen.
Alice still hadn't spoken to Bella and no matter how many times the brunette texted her she didn't answer back. And when they saw each other at school, the pixie would go out of her way to go in the opposite direction, or to ignore her. Edward, Emmett and Jasper were confused by the sudden level of animosity between the two girls but didn't comment on it too much, noting that it distressed Bella too much to have the topic mentioned. It seemed Alice hadn't told anyone the true nature of the the girls argument and Bella was grateful for this, not needing the boys to know she was dating Rosalie just yet.
"She'll get over it," Rosalie tried to reassure Bella. "But to be honest, I rather like having you all to myself without her coming to drag you away for friend stuff." Bella smiled at this, the words genuinely delighting her, before pressing a kiss to the girl's head. Gradually Rosalie had become less sharp to her and Bella took it as a sign that the thorn barrier around the blonde's heart was slowly coming down. Maybe one day the blonde could trust her with her secrets. She knew the girl was still hiding stuff from her.
Sunday was here, marking the fourth week of Rosalie and Bella having dated. The two were going to watch a short movie when the blonde came over at her usual time to celebrate it, along with some sweets. So far Rosalie hadn't been caught by Charlie coming over. She explained that she left her car parked down the road, in the wrong direction of where Charlie often drove to work, so he would never come across it. Then the blonde would walk the rest of the way, scale the drain pipe to Bella's room and spend the night with her, waking up at six before Charlie did so that she could leave unnoticed.
Bella found these night time visits of Rosalie great. It made up for their lack of interaction at school. At Forks high they couldn't be seen together or else it would raise suspicions. So they ignored each other until the day was over and then collapsed into each others arms in the confines of the red mustang before making out for a bit. After that they had to separate again and wouldn't see each other until the night unless Bella came to the Cullen household under the guise that she was visiting Alice.
Charlie didn't like Bella visiting the Cullen household because Rosalie might be there, but Bella reassured him that everyone was keeping the two apart and would make sure she was fine. This seemed to tide him over. The fact that Alice was the Cullen he liked most certainly helped to sway him. He didn't know that the two girls no longer talked to one another but that was something that didn't need to be brought to his attention.
So it was with excitement that Bella awaited Rosalie's arrival to her house. She had put on a pair of cute shorts and a tank top. She knew that the blonde wouldn't sleep with her until the time was right, but that didn't mean Bella wouldn't tempt her into it. Bella set up the laptop so that the movie was ready and placed the bowl of snacks on the desk by the bed. She was grateful that Charlie was a heavy sleeper. If the girls got a bit too talkative he wouldn't easily wake up. Bella had stopped worrying that her father would catch them together. He often went to bed before Bella did and slept like a rock. Unless she and Rosalie were right in the room with him, he wouldn't wake.
Bella settled against the bed and waited for Rosalie, tugging her blankets closer to her.
Meanwhile Jacob's car was parked somewhere off road from Bella's house. He hid, crouching in the bushes, the cold seeping into his skin and he blew on his hands to keep them warm. He knew he wouldn't have to wait long. He had been following the Cullen's actions for a week now and they were predictable. Ever since Leah had told him that Bella and Rosalie were dating he couldn't think or sleep properly.
At first he had laughed it off, when the girl had come to tell him. But her facial expression denoted it wasn't a laughing matter and he listened to her, his laughs dying in his throat. Leah told him she didn't know what to do about this, except that she knew it felt all wrong. All she would do was keep in contact with Bella and hope nothing happened to her. Jacob, however, couldn't do that. His childhood friend, the love of his life, was wrapped up with that monster! His mind reeled in shock and he felt like his very world was ending around him. After that revelation he quickly threw himself into denial, refusing to believe Leah's words. Bella would never do such a thing, especially since she knew Rosalie had hurt his father.
He wanted to call her, to ask about it, but he was scared. What if it was true for some odd reason. Then what?
He mulled this knowledge over and over, his appetite decreasing as dark bags grew under his eyes. What was he to do about this situation? So he decided to check for himself. Leah wasn't updating him anymore on the situation, tired of him asking everyday and he needed to know. He needed to have the truth! He took to stalking the blonde haired Cullen. He started at the usual place, the mansion and went from there, eventually working out a schedule, his own school schedule messed up as he stopped going to school for a full two weeks in order to stalk the other while he lived out of his car, only going home to avoid causing too much suspicion.
With increasing worry and frustration he noticed that the blonde would leave her car next to Bella's house and then climb up to her window. When he first saw this, he rushed after her, eager to protect Bella in case the blonde was trying to break in and torture her. But when he climbed up to the window he saw the two of them kissing. Kissing!
He would have fell off the roof right then and there from shock if he knew the fall wouldn't kill him. But it would. He slowly climbed it back down, his mind in pieces, struggling to comprehend what it had just seen. He placed a hand over his mouth, feeling the urge to hurl. He rushed back over to his car and sat inside behind the wheel. Tears gathered up in his eyes and he started crying, bawling like a five year old as he pounded the wheel angrily with his massive hands. How could Bella do this to him? They were friends for so long. And he loved her!
No, it wasn't Bella's fault. It was that blonde bitches! She had corrupted Bella! Jacob made his plans. He gathered up his close friends, Paul and Embry. He had left Leah behind because he knew the girl wasn't going to be of use to him. She had showed a lack of action and care by letting the two date in the first place! If Jacob had been in her place he would have torn the relationship apart from the start and made Bella see sense.
"There she is," Jacob whispered, his breath billowing in the cold night air. He watched as the red mustang pulled up a block from the Swan residence as usual. The lights turned off and the blonde stepped out, walking with purpose to Bella's house.
"So now what?" Paul asking, sniffing as the cold made his nose drip. He wiped it on the back of his hand. Him and Embry were hiding in the bushes with Jacob, bundled up in thick coats that did nothing to alleviate the cold they had been waiting in for the past thirty minutes.
"We follow her and teach her a lesson once and for all. She not only hurt my father but now she corrupted my childhood friend. I can't let her do this." Jacob growled and stood up from the bushes. "We go after her." He signaled and the two boys followed after him, trying to walk quietly over, as they crossed the street to where she was. Their footsteps were muffled on the snow as they followed behind Rosalie, moving like a dark shadow. So close, I can almost reach her! Jacob grinned and poured on the speed. I'm going to teach this cunt a lesson she won't forget! There was no way that the blonde could take on three equally muscular men. He started to pant in anticipation and this must have tipped off the blonde because she suddenly turned around.
"Jacob." His name came out in a whisper and her eyes narrowed.
Jacob paused in front of her, his erratic breath billowing out into the air. Paul and Embry stopped next to him, one boy behind each of his shoulders. "Rosalie." They stood a while, appraising each other.
Then he punched her.
A/N: Since this story is rated T, I'm not sure how far I can go in regards to sexual scenes with the girls. I don't want to make this story M just so I can depict them doing the deed, as my reason for writing this fic wasn't purely for porn. If I wanted that I would have written PWP, which is totally not my style. This conundrum is a huge part of why the scenes so far haven't gone all the way (the rest of the reason is to build up tension between the two girls). I do have it planned that they will reach that point of their relationship sooner rather than later, but I'm not sure how to go about it without crossing the invisible line between M and T. I don't want to pull myself back and make the scene disappointing but I don't also wanna get too crazy for those younger. Hopefully I can figure something out, something that you guys will like.