Okay so, it's been like. Forever. And I owe you guys an explanation? Uh, so my mom died back in April and it sucks. Death sucks. And I've been recovering I guess. So everything sucks but, here is the new chapter. Nine I think right?
If any of you can place like the two lines of song lyrics I put in here that would be interesting.
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" A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive." - Anne Carson
She's wearing her Stanford sweater when Bella sees her the next day.
"Of course," Bella rolls her eyes. "It doesn't even surprise me."
"My shirt? Bella, we've been everywhere." Rosalie lifts her eyebrow, steps foward to bring Bella into a hug.
"Hi," she didn't mean for her voice to sound so winded, but Rosalie's lips are tracing the curve of her ear and she can't think.. All Bella can do is hold on and try not to breathe.
"Hello, pretty girl," Rosalie sighs. Bella checks her eyes just to make sure that they're still gold instead of black.
Bella tries to bite back a blush. "I'm not the pretty one here."
"Oh, Bella," gold eyes are sad and hopeless and longing. "When will you ever learn?"
. . .
She won't ever learn, Rosalie thinks, watching as Mike Newton compliments her again over the perfect mark Bella got on her science test. Why can't she see how adored she is?
"I'm really proud of Bella," Alice brings trays of food with her, filled with things only Bella likes. "She's been worrying about that test for ages.
"Why? We all know how amazing Bella is at science." Jasper tilts his head in the direction of Bella's approaching footsteps.
"Is it even a question, Jasper?" Rosalie mumbles, already pulling out a chair.
"Bella's never going to know how amazing she is at anything."
"Maybe you should help her with that," he whispers, ducking his head and grabbing Alice's hand.
Rosalie clenches her jaw, shifting when she thinks she heard Edward moving down the hall. He won't be joining them today, and it's almost a disappointment she won't get to chew his ass for being such a fucking ass.
"Rosalie!" Bella tries to run the rest of the way to their lunch table, and the blonde sighs. "I got a perfect score on my test!"
"I'm proud of you, Bell." Rosalie grabs Bella by the hand and guides her to the chair next to hers. "I told you so."
"Shut up." Bella punches Rosalie's shoulder playfully, but Bella's smiling anyway. "It was actually a hard test. For me, anyway."
Rosalie pushes one of the trays towards Bella. "Doesn't that just make you more amazing?" She can feel Bella's blush smack against her chest.
"I'm really proud of you, Bella." Alice reaches over the table, finding her hand. "You studied hard."
"Thanks." Bella smiles again, cutting her noodles in half.
"Esme is proud, too, Bells." Jasper offers, leans back and places his arm around Alice. "Carlisle couldn't be happier."
"Really?" Bella shakes her head.
"Of course," Rosalie sighs. "They love you, you know?"
Bella glances at Rosalie, small smile flirting at the edge of her lips. The scab has healed now, just a faint line of teeth and touch that never should be anywhere near Bella again.
Minutely, Bella frowns and looks over to the empty seat across from her.
"He won't be here today."
Everybody watches when Bella's muscles relax in utter relief.
. . .
"It's odd." Alice comments idly. "How frightened Bella seems to be of Edward."
"It isn't odd at all." Rosalie disagrees with a quick growl. "He's an abusive little shit. We should have never let him near her for this long. He's losing his damned mind."
"We need to talk to Carlisle about it."
"Is there really anything to talk about?" Rosalie spits, venom and 1933 on her tongue.
"Rose," Alice hisses back, throwing down the pile of clothes she was sorting. "I know Edward is hurting Bella. But he is a family member. Our brother." Rosalie starts to shake her head. "He is. And we can't just kick him out. We need to find somewhere where he can heal, okay?"
"I'm not tolerating him hurting Bella."
"Nobody said you had to." Alice groans, walking over to Rosalie. And she's looking like she knows. Like she can see right into Rosalie's lungs, and can see the black ick gahtering, gathering, gathering.
It's all for Bella.
"The wolves called, they said they sound some red hair in the trees." Rosalie flinches away from Alice's completely intrusive eyes.
"Victoria?" It's a whisper.
"They think so, and," Rosalie pauses, breathes out. "Edward isn't the only one Bella has been having nightmares about."
. . .
Moonlight spills softly onto Rosalie's face, casting shadows where her eyelashes meet over her cheekbones.
Bella wishes she could draw.
"What are you thinking about?" Rosalie leans forward a bit, shifting herself on her hands to study Bella's face a bit better.
Bella's breath falters, coming out shakier than any storm she's ever seen.
I was thinking that you're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
"I was thinking about how you play the piano, too." She says instead, ducking her head so that it almost hits Rosalie's chest.
They're both sitting cross legged on Bella's bed, Rosalie at the end and Bella at the top, near the headboard. Charlie isn't home, he got called back to work on this random murder over somewhere downtown, but they've been whispering anyway. Afraid to wake the giants, maybe.
"Yeah but," Rosalie sighs through her teeth. "Everytime I play it's almost-" Rosalie pauses again, movements jerky. She looks up and makes eye contact with Bella. "It's almost like everytime I play, I'm drunk as hell on the piano bench. And when I press the keys, it all gets reversed. Almost like the sound of loneliness makes me happier."
Bella gasps, leaning to move Rosalie's hair behind her ear. "You're not though, you know?"
Rosalie smirks, and then it falls. "Yeah well, that's why I don't really like playing all that much."
Bella nods, mouth stumbling on words she's dying to scream.
"I would, uh, play for you though. If you wanted." Rosalie shrugs, ripping out some of Bella's blankets.
Bella breathes a laugh. "I don't want you to play if it makes you unhappy. That's the last thing I want."
"You still don't get it," Rosalie groans quietly, grabbing one of Bella's hand in her own.
"I don't really think I ever will," Bella breathes, eyes locked on Rosalie's bright gold ones. Her blood startles when Rosalie rubs her thumb across Bella's hand.
"No," Rosalie leans forward, tilting her head and shutting her eyes. Her breath hits Bella's lips.
Rosalie looks calm, but Bella sure as hell isn't. Her chest is heaving double time, eyes squeezing shut and heart beating so incredibly fast that it's almost slow. Somewhere, there's a fire growing in the abdomen, throbbing between her legs. Her breath is coming out in wild gasp she's not sure she wants to control.
She can almost taste Rosalie on her lips, feel the heat come from her chest. She feels a quivering in Rosalie, too. She likes to think she's not the only one aching.
And then, suddenly, when Rosalie's lips almost meet against her own, it's like dying and then being reborn into a thing of fire. Bella surges forward, hand coming up to grip Rosalie's hair and then smashes her lips against hers, carnal desire filling every muscle into a clenching pleasure that culls soft moans out of their mouths.
Rosalie hums, lips moving against Bella's in ecstasy, hands on the open slip of skin under Bella's nightshirt. Bella kisses blisteringly into the mouth she's been thirsting for centuries. Everything is so intense, nerves thrumming on their fingertips and down to their stomachs, making way for a new kind of heat.
Somewhere among Bella's passionate bites and Rosalie's agonizingly adoring slow kisses, Bella presses herself up against Rosalie's body, every line of her flush with Rosalie. Her center grinds against the sharp of Rosalie's hipbones fervently, hands tangled up in Rosalie's curls. Rosalie rasps, taking hold of Bella's hips and arching to thrust against her, listening hungrily for the whimper that slips out between Bella's flushed lips.
"Bella," Rosalie bites out, eye rolling into the back of her head when Bella's lips lick under her jaw and down her neck. "We need to stop."
Bella's heart is moving far too fast to be safe, and Rosalie isn't sure Bella's breathing properly.
"How-" Bella rocks her hips again, hands grasping Rosalie's shirt for balance. "How can you even be thinking right now?"
Rosalie swipes her tongue across Bella's lips, and eases her down off of her lap, moving to lay her down. "I can multitask." The mumbled words are lost against soft lips. Reluctantly, so much so that it physically stings when Rosalie removes her lips from Bella, she sits up, untangles Bella's hands from her hair and holds them.
"Apparently, I can't." Bella is a beautiful sight to behold, cheeks flushed and eyes full of desire and happiness, chest heaving.
Rosalie wants to kiss her again.
Instead, she settles for a small kiss against Bella's forehead. "That was something else."
"God," Bella groans. Rosalie detects a hint of embarrassment. "I can't believe I attacked you like that."
"What do you mean?" Rosalie hums, fingers stroking through Bella's hair.
"I jumped at you like an animal. Rosalie." Bella blushes. "I practically humped you like a damned dog."
Rosalie snorts. "I wasn't doing anything different Bella."
"So, you didn't mind? Me kissing you?" Bella peeks out from her finger, a sheepish grin on her face.
Rosalie's eyes widen. I cannot believe this wonderful girl. Far too quickly, Rosalie swoops down and places a chaste kiss on Bella's lips. "I've been waiting forever to kiss you. No, I don't mind."
Bella sprouts an excited smile, fingers tapping in joy. "Stay here, tonight?"
"Of course." Rosalie sighs lovingly, an expression so raw it hurt to look at.
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Rosalie watches Bella fall asleep with these words falling out of her mouth non-stop:
for you, for you, for you, for you, for you
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Fun Fact: Not ever ever once in my life have I ever written a kissing scene. And I have no idea how I did. Tell me what you guys think?
