Toxic Rose

Chapter 30: Hitting a Climax

A/N: What's this? An update? Yup, finally at long last. My muse for this series has crawled back from the dead, and hopefully it will stay around long enough so I can complete this series.

Cold dread filtered down Bella's back as the ringing doorbell echoed throughout her small house.

Fuck.

Jake was here, and there was no telling what he intended to do. What should she do? Ask Carlisle for help? Tell him Jake was here? Or call the cops? Except Charlie was already in the house and he wouldn't see it fit to call the police on a family friend. Or maybe Bella could just stay quiet? Pretend she wasn't home?

Her mind was racing a mile a minute but nothing constructive was coming out of it. Then she she heard Charlie's voice. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled as the doorbells kept incessantly ringing.

No! Bella's mind was a giant scream of horror. The phone in her grip slipped out onto the floor and she tore down the stairs, nearly falling on the way down. "Dad, don't open the door!" she screamed out, but she was too late.

His hand was on the knob and already turning it. Bella stood frozen by the bottom of the stairs, her breath captive in her still lungs. As if her father was in slow motion, she watched him pull the door open, not having bothered to understand why she would forbid him from opening the door. "We have a guest, Bella."

And on the other side of the door-

Esme?

The air whooshed out of Bella's lungs in a confused 'huh'?

What was the Cullen matriarch doing here?

"Good evening Ms. Cullen. What can I help you with?" Charlie was pleasant.

He shouldn't be. Bella knew the true story of what a massive giant bitch she was to her own daughter!

Bella's fear was replaced by anger, and she curled her fists up, nails digging deep into her flesh.

"I'm here to speak to Bella on something. May I have her for but a moment?" Esme too was pleasant, a fake warm smile used to cover up the snaked tongue hiding under her lips.

"Uh, sure. Come in," Charlie moved out of the way to let her in, but Esme declined.

"I'd rather talk outside. It'll only be for a few minutes anyways." Esme pointedly looked at the waiting brunette in the halls.

Bella didn't want to even look at that vile woman much less speak to her, but she wasn't going to be difficult about it in front of her father. "Let me grab my jacket," Bella grit out and went to fetch it.

Charlie was clearly wondering what Esme could want to talk about with Bella but she kept her lips sealed as she put on her coat and went outside, closing the door behind herself.

"So...what did you want to talk about?" Bella shoved her hands into her pockets to keep them warm and to hide her fists.

"I think you know why I am here," Esme said, all traces of her warmth gone.

"Rosalie."

Esme nodded her head tightly. "I heard you choose to remain in a relationship with my daughter, and I must insist that you reconsider. A relationship between the two of you would not be healthy."

"And I'm going to have to decline that offer," Bella said snappily back. What kind of a mother wanted to ruin the only happiness their child had? It wasn't right.

Esme's nostrils flared but Bella wasn't done talking yet. "Carlisle told me about you. About your supposed motherly love for Rosalie, and to be honest it makes me sick. What kind of mother intentionally tries to sabotage their daughter's happiness because that is the way she 'loves' her children. You and Alice both disgust me." Bella would have spat on Esme's pointy winter shoes if only she was brave enough.

"I see you've been in touch with Carlisle. I wouldn't listen to that man's input. He only tells people what they want to hear." Esme cracked a smile at this. It almost looked like one of relief, as if she had solved some great mystery. Bella didn't like the way Esme was accusing her own husband of being a liar. The doctor had been nothing but sweet. "So one last time I will tell you, stay away from Rosalie. She doesn't need you clouding up her mind. She's a very sensitive soul actually, and if you two have an argument or fight during the relationship it will devastate her. Just know, that if you cut it off with her now, you'll make her sad, yes, but you'll be sparing her from a lot of heartbreak, because she isn't ready for a long term committed relationship yet."

Bella only glared angrily at Esme's spiel. There was no way she was even going to consider the older woman's words.

"I'll leave that with you. Do make the smart choice." And then Esme twirled on her heel and went over to her car. Bella watched angrily as the woman drove off, driving slowly on the snowy roads. Only when she was gone did Bella stomp back into her house, slamming the door shut.

"What did Esme want?" Charlie called out from where he sat by the TV.

"She came to personally tell me that Jake has escaped the hospital." Bella figured she might as well tell her dad this now, so that they could both keep an eye out on the feral boy.

"He what?" Charlie didn't get surprised easily but this had definitely caught him off guard.

"He ran away a couple hours ago and she was worried that he might be after me, or us, in any case, and that we should be careful."

Charlie was silent as he thought, unsure how to deal with this topic. "Does Billy know?" he asked to break the silence.

Bella didn't pause in unbuttoning her coat to shrug. "I don't know. She didn't tell me much. But I'm sure the Cullen's will keep me updated."

Then Bella went upstairs before her father could ask her for more details on things he shouldn't know them on. She had to call Rosalie and let her know the situation.

The blonde picked up on the first ring.

"Hello, Bella."

"Hey, Rosalie." Hearing her girlfriend's voice helped ease some of the tension Bella was feeling. "I need to tell you something."

"What happened?" There was something akin to panic in the blonde's voice and Bella could already envision the blonde getting up, ready to race to Bella's defense.

"Your mother came to visit me to tell me to break up with you."

There was some creative swearing, almost muffled like Rosalie didn't want Bella to hear it, but was unable to completely stifle it. "That bitch. I swear! She doesn't want a good life for me."

"Yea, I told her to kind of fuck off. But listen, there's an even bigger problem. It's Jake. He's broken out."

More swearing. "Out of the hospital?"

"Carlisle told me. And he warned me that Jake might be coming after me."

"If that motherfucker dares to lay a single hand on you-!" Rosalie didn't have to finish that statement.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful. I'll-"

"-Come over. I'm going to your place." Rosalie breathed out. "I'll feel safer knowing that I will be there and that I can help you if and when the maniac arrives."

"But my dad-"

"I'll come after he's asleep. Don't worry Bella. I won't let harm come to you."

Bella's chest swelled with warmth at those words. She already felt more protected, safer. "Thank you."

With that it was decided that Rosalie was going to sleep over at Bella's house every night to make sure the brunette was safe as she slept.

The night of the fourth day after Jake's escape, Bella lay snuggled up to Rosalie's side under her bed covers. True to her word, the blonde was coming over each night to keep Bella safe. Charlie had sent out police forces looking for Jake but they had yet to find the boy, and Rosalie couldn't stop worrying over Bella's safety.

She knew the brunette was worried, but that she wouldn't say it so as not to worry Rosalie more. Bella slept fitfully and she called out Jake's name sometimes in her sleep. Rosalie knew what it was like to have sleep plagued by uncomfortable dreams. So she would stroke Bella's hair until the girl calmed back down into a easier slumber.

Right now Bella was still awake, but about to drift off, eyelids fluttering open and closed as she battled to stay lucid. They tickled against Rosalie's neck, Bella having wrapped herself around Rosalie like a vine. "Let's go on a date."

"A date?" Bella looked up at Rosalie as if the blonde was speaking a foreign language.

"Yes. Tomorrow. It's a Saturday."

"But Jake's on the loose still and-"

"You need to de-stress. I know you're worried about him. I can hear you call his name as you sleep. So I think it would do you good to go. Besides, I'm paying."

"I guess..." Bella sighed softly, nestling even closer to Rosalie. The blonde enjoyed the feel of the other girl's warmth and curves on her own. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. But, you will have to dress up nice."

Bella looked back up at Rosalie's face. "I don't have any nice dresses."

Rosalie smiled gently. "I already picked one out for you. I've been planning this date for a while now, and while it doesn't seem like the best of times to do it, I think it would benefit us both to not have to worry about Jake for a while."

Bella was silent as she mulled this over. "I suppose," she said at last and Rosalie tugged her close and kissed her forehead as they both drifted off to sleep.

Turned out the surprise was going to an expensive restaurant after a performance of Wicked. Bella had always wanted to see the show and now Rosalie had made that possible, though Bella was often torn between looking at the performance or her girlfriend. Rosalie was just wearing this perfect dress. Red, off the shoulder and hugging her curves like nobody's business. It made Bella boil with wanting to take it off for her and this desire lingered the whole night even when they were at dinner.

Little did Bella know that her own dress was having the same affect on Rosalie. It was a velvet black number that had a slit going down the side. Rosalie wanted nothing more than to slide her hand up the opening and into another opening of Bella's entirely. But, she pretended like that wasn't on the forefront of her mind and made conversation about school and other topics as they ate their overpriced meals.

They left the restaurant hand in hand and giggling at each other's jokes and honestly, Bella felt so happy. Jake was the farthest thing from her mind, and she could only focus on Rosalie, on this beautifully complex woman next to her whose legs in those heels were doing funny things to her stomach. They got into the Mustang and Rosalie pulled them away, ready to return Bella home to Charlie. But Bella didn't want the night to end. She wanted more. It felt like such a perfect night, with the wonderful play that had her laughing and engaged, with the full dinner that had her satisfied, and the company of Rosalie who clearly was out to impress. So it only made sense the night would be completed with something else, something long overdue.

"Uh, Rosalie," Bella cleared her throat, realizing that she sounded weak and shaky.

"Hmm? What is it?" Rosalie arched a brow, full attention on Bella.

It made Bella feel more embarrassed by her request but she wanted to go through with it. "I know you said you wanted to wait-"

Rosalie immediately knew what this was about. "I said I wanted to wait until our first date. Until I treated you to that. And we just had our first date."

Bella's breath hitched in her throat. It was going to happen. Nerves and anticipation played in her stomach and she reached for Rosalie's hand on the gear shift, running her fingers through pale slender ones, pure electricity tingling between their palms. The rest of the ride over was silent, the inevitability of what would occur hanging heavy between them.

This moment between them was long over due. Bella had only been dreaming about it for ages, had been teased with the prospect of it on the blonde's part. Rosalie too had wanted this for a while and while normally she would have jumped into sex, she didn't want to for the sake of Bella. She wanted to treat her properly, wanted this to be so much more than just about sex.

They stumbled into Rosalie's bedroom grateful that the house had been empty because it meant they could be as loud as they wanted to be. Rosalie closed the door shut behind her with her heel, hands clutching Bella's face with the intent of never letting go while Bella's were attached to her hips, drawing their crotches closer. Their kisses were fast, heated and sloppy, no coordination because of the latent desire behind them. They no longer wanted to hold back, they wanted it all.

"Get on the bed," Rosalie huffed out between kisses and Bella nodded her head, and in a daze, finally separated from Rosalie. She sat on the edge of Rosalie's bed, heart pounding. She was nervous but also excited and the insides of her panties were already wet with longing. Rosalie clasped for the back of her dress and slid it off, revealing matching panties and bra both in red. She kept her heels on for now, making slow purposeful strides as she approached Bella.

Bella couldn't keep her eyes off the blonde. There was so much flawless skin on display and good damn, her legs in those heels were enough to make the young girl's mouth water. "Hands to yourself," Rosalie warned as she sank down on Bella's lap, fisting hands in her hair. The blonde was nervous- this wasn't her first trip down sex lane but it was Bella's and she wanted to make it enjoyable for the brunette. She wanted to make sure she cherished and gave her the full experience.

"But I wanna touch you," Bella whined, hands already creeping up to Rosalie's hips.

"You will, but first let me take care of you," Rosalie husked and lowered her lips back to Bella's. This time she determined the way the kisses went, making sure to keep them slow and languid with lots of tongue. She could tell the pace was driving Bella crazy given by how the brunette squirmed under Rosalie's weight and how her hands were steadily inching up to her bra line. This was good, it meant Bella was on the point of boiling with desire.

And that was how it felt to Bella. All those other times before paled in comparison to this. Maybe it was so much more intense because it was happening after a meaningful date, after all they'd been through. Or maybe simply because she knew Rosalie wouldn't draw back now; that this was the real deal.

Rosalie knew Bella wouldn't be able to last long, so she decided it was about time to give her what she wanted. Rosalie herself knew she would be fine, she could stamp out her own needs until Bella's were satisfied and she intended to satisfy them all. Her fingers nimbly found the zipper on Bella's back and pulled down. Goosebumps erupted on Bella's skin. This was it. She was about to be naked and fucking Rosalie.

The brunette shivered as Rosalie got up so the dress could be properly slide off. It crumpled to the floor and Rosalie even knelt down to undo Bella's shoes before tossing everything aside. Then, with soft precise kisses, she began to slowly make her way up the side of Bella's leg. Rosalie wasn't anywhere near Bella's slit but already Bella was breathing heavy and heat was pricking under her skin. Her hands clenched the sheets on the bed as she tried to ground herself.

She already had an idea of what Rosalie might want to do but still she had to ask. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to use my mouth," at this Rosalie suckled on a bit of soft skin on Bella's thigh, "to make up for all the mean things I've said." And then she licked a path right down Bella's heat.

Bella let out a low moan, flinging her head back. She was already so turned on that she didn't know what to do with herself. She was glad Rosalie would. The blonde slipped Bella's underwear off of her with practiced ease before she spread the brunette's thighs open more. Bella could feel the cool air hit her hot and wet heat and she shivered before shivering again more violently as she felt Rosalie's tongue stroke down.

It felt so nice, so toe curling pleasant and Bella's hands flew into Rosalie's blonde locks as the blonde began to tease and probe gently at Bella's entrance, trying to figure out what felt better for her. Depending on how Bella's hands loosened or tightened on her hair, she would adjust her tongue accordingly, dipping in, tracing up and down, sucking. Wetness flooded her mouth and she licked it up greedily.

Above her Bella shook, moans exiting her body in increasing fervor like they were her breaths. Her thighs shook and she could feel something tightening inside her, threatening to break. "Ro-Rosalie, I think I'm going to-"

"Then do it," Rosalie got out between licks, finding Bella's bundle of nerves and flicking it with her tongue. And it broke at that and she was coming down all over Rosalie's chin. Her chest heaved in relief and her shoulders sagged down, Rosalie coming up and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before she leaned down and kissed Bella softly.

"T-that was so fucking good," Bella murmured as waves of pleasure still played with her.

"Good, because there's more to come," Rosalie's lips curled up at the little pun she made before she pushed Bella down onto her back, sliding a leg in between her quivering thighs and spreading them further out. Her hand trailed up and down Bella's soft stomach which was jumping at each soothing touch. Then she slowly traced it down Bella's hip to her pelvis to between her legs again.

Where Rosalie's mouth had been gentle and exploring, her fingers were rough and controlling. They took Bella's pleasure and plundered it, greedily accepting her groans and muttered words of enjoyment, the way her walls clenched around limber digits, and how she writhed and panted as Rosalie's mouth sucked on her breasts hardened nipples.

Bella would have felt ashamed for how she rode and wantonly cried out Rosalie's name as the older girl slammed into her, but she was too far consumed by her desire. All she could think about was the smell of Rosalie, the feel of her back on her palms, and the heavy weight of her above.

"Rosalie," Bella gasped out, eyes closed as the sensations overcame her.

"I'm here, Bella. Come for me," Rosalie goaded, pressing her lips to the brunette's. Bella finally came a second time, in a racket of shakes and deeply pleased hums. She hadn't even realized her eyes had fluttered shut until she opened them to look into Rosalie's pretty face. Through the moon light coming in through the window her hair was glowing silver and her eyes sparkled with affection. She looked like an angel and not the monster many had called her.

"That was amazing," Bella said softly, not wanting to break this moment, this bubble of happiness she was in. She trailed her fingertips down Rosalie's cheek and the girl briefly turned her head to kiss them. "Can, can I do you now?" Bella asked, wanting to make Rosalie feel as good as she had.

"Okay," Rosalie nodded her head and there was a thud as she slipped her heels off before she crawled more onto the bed and rested on the pillows there. Her body was thrumming for Bella's touch, for her indulgence.

"Will you guide me?" Bella asked, swallowing heavily at the sight of Rosalie spread out like that in front of her. She doesn't know where to start, she just wants Rosalie's flesh under her mouth, squirming with arousal.

"Yes," Rosalie says, cupping Bella's face in her hands as the brunette draws closer, kissing her to boost her confidence.

That night, they don't stop until they have familiarized themselves with each inch of the other's skin.

If they thought they were going to keep him locked up in that hospital, if they thought he was going to let Carlisle feed them lies about being mentally unstable, if they thought he was wrong...well, they were going to be the ones in the wrong. It was almost ridiculously easy sneaking out and he wondered why he hadn't tried it before. He couldn't afford to stay there, not when they were slandering his name, not when Rosalie was out there free to warp Bella's mind. He wouldn't stand for this. He had to save her. He had to get her to see he was the only one for her.

Jake's feet unconsciously had made their way over to the Cullen's household in search of that vile blonde. The blonde who had stolen his love from him. He paced in the bushes, keeping low and out of sight. He needed to find a way in so he could catch her unawares. After his escape from the hospital he had quickly run to his house and gotten a change of clothes as well as a back pack full of essentials, like food, drink, another change of clothes, and a knife or two. It wouldn't be safe for him to stay at home where the authorities would turn up to look, so he had to get into the Cullen's house, give Rosalie her due, then find Bella, and run away with her to somewhere they could be safe.

So far, none of his plan had been enacted. He just had to be more patient. His pacing in the bushes stopped when he saw a car approaching. It was the blonde's despicable Red Mustang and he crouched down so he wouldn't be sighted. The engine roared before dying down and the car was parked in the driveway. He placed his hand on the handle of his knife. Maybe he could get her as she came out?

But he knew that wouldn't work when he saw Bella come out the car. She was dressed nicely and smiling and giggling along to something Rosalie had said. This made Jake's blood boil. Fuck! Bella had fallen farther into the blonde's trap and evil ways. It would be even harder to free her now, but Jake knew he could do it. He would do anything for his Bella.

They entered the house, slamming the door shut behind them and he raced forth from his hiding spot, going to scale the drainpipe he had been contemplating over for the past ten minutes. He hadn't been certain it could hold his weight and he hadn't wanted to risk it, but now that he had seen Bella with Rosalie, there was no way he could leave the two together alone. He scrambled up less than gracefully, and face red with exertion. He knew the bedrooms were on the second floor, it was just a manner of snooping through the windows to finding the right one.

He did so carefully, so he wouldn't fall, peering in each one he passed until he came to the right one. It was dark in there but not dark enough. The light from the moon streaming in gave him enough to see what was going on.

When he saw what they were doing he felt his face pale. Felt his heart stop as the soft moans filtered in through the window.

No...how could his pure sweet Bella do something like that with that monster! His hands shook and itched with the need to take out his knife. He wanted to kill that blonde! And he was! He was going to kill her! Rip her away from his sweet Bella who she was defiling right in this moment!

But through his rage another thought struck him. No one believed him that Rosalie and Bella were together. Maybe it was time to change that. Grinning to himself a sickening grin, he dug out his phone and angling it correctly, began to record what was going on.