A Bad Deal?
Seven Minutes in Heaven
The door was shut behind them, leaving them alone in the dark with each other. It was hard to see anything and Bella reached out with her hand to try to feel where the back of the closet was. It wasn't too big of a closet, with the feel of the clothes to her right hanging on their racks, and the occasional misstep onto a pair of shoes. She continued backing away, until her hand touched the wall and she leaned against it. She was aware that Rosalie was somewhere in the dark and she could hear the girl breathing. But when Bella tried to stare into the dark it swam around her, her head spinning and throbbing in time with the music that came from behind the closed door.
"Uh, Rosalie?" Bella voiced uncertainly, wondering what was going to happen now. They were supposed to be playing seven minutes in heaven and Bella would have loved to act on it, to kiss Rosalie, to run her fingers through her hair even if for a stupid game. Even if it didn't mean anything. But she knew the other girl didn't like her like that, even if they were somewhat friends at this time. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. I know it's better if we don't. So let's just sit here. They won't know." Bella offered up, speaking to the darkness. Where was Rosalie? She spread her hands out and let out a gasp of surprise when they brushed something warm and soft. She quickly retracted them only to have Rosalie grab onto her hands. She kept them in the grasp of her own, intertwining their fingers together. It felt nice. Nice and warm and Bella's heart began to beat a faster rhythm.
"So you're saying you don't want to kiss because you don't think I'm a good kisser?" Rosalie slurred out, coming closer to Bella and banging her forehead against hers. Bella tried not to wince in pain. Rosalie's breath was warm and smelled heavily of alcohol.
"I didn't say something like that!" Bella cried out, not understanding how Rosalie would get that sort of idea.
"But you were making out with her!" Rosalie protested, a whine to her voice. She dropped Bella's hands and placed her own on the wall around Bella's head, boxing her in. Bella tried to push at the blonde's shoulders but she wouldn't budge. Bella was beginning to feel too hot, too caged in. It was too dangerous for Rosalie to be this close to her. It was making her hyper aware of how her lips were hovering nearby. The alcohol in her system was urging her to surge forwards but what little restraint she had she held onto. She wasn't going to make a mistake like that. She couldn't afford to. She knew Rosalie 'wasn't' gay and wouldn't appreciate Bella throwing her affections onto her.
"I was forced to make out with her! I didn't have a choice," Bella pointed out, wondering why the blonde was so obsessed with this point.
"You could have said no. You could have pushed her away."
"It was all part of a game, Rosalie," Bella said this time with exasperation. To be fair a part of her had enjoyed making out with the pixie, only because it was the first time she had ever kissed another girl, and such a hot one at that. She had been uncomfortable with it being public but she figured it was only a game, so she couldn't get judged too hard core for liking it.
"It didn't look like a game to me," she hissed out.
"Why is this bothering you so much?" Bella huffed out and once more tried to push the girl away by the shoulders but Rosalie didn't relent.
"Because she's a fucking bitch and she shouldn't be touching you!"
"No one is touching me except for you right now! I don't need this yelling at me for things that aren't my fault. So move!" Bella knocked aside Rosalie's left arm, meaning to squeeze away but Rosalie's hand went up and cupped Bella hard by the chin, dragging her face up to hers.
"Damn right no else will be touching you except for me," Rosalie growled out and Bella's stomach did a flip at her low tone. Did she sense possessiveness in it? Was Rosalie worried that Alice would ruin the two of their friendship and prevent the blonde from getting her due? Bella's confused mind only got more confused when Rosalie closed the already minuscule distance between the two of them and kissed her. It was soft and gentle and Bella stood there frozen, unable to breathe or move until it was over. It lasted for a couple seconds before Rosalie moved back, a sad chuckle on her lips. "See, I knew you loved kissing Alice more-"
"No!" Bella shouted out loudly, too loudly. Her brain had started working again and it was holy shitting over the fact that Rosalie, her crush of a year and a half, had just kissed her. Of her own free will.
The loud shout startled Rosalie who let her hand fall from Bella's chin. "What do you mean no?"
"I said no. I..." Bella stammered at a loss as what else to say. What could see say? She couldn't just blurt out that she loved Rosalie's kiss. Had longed for it for so long. And that it, even though it hadn't gone at all how she had fantasized a first kiss between them would, was still perfect in its own right. How could she say that?
"What Bella?" Rosalie asked impatiently, the blonde ending up pushing the brunette back against the closet wall.
"I...I...liked your kiss...more," Bella at last whispered out, feeling heat warm her cheeks. She looked away, too ashamed to look at Rosalie even though they could barely see each other in the dark.
There was silence except for Rosalie's breathing. When she spoke next it sounded weak and vulnerable. "You mean it?"
Bella nodded her head but then realizing the blonde wouldn't see it in the dark, said, "yes. I do."
"Then prove it," hung Rosalie's challenge.
"Prove it?" Bella echoed.
"Yes."
Rosalie could only mean one thing with that challenge. Swallowing nervously, and hands shaking, Bella let her fingers trace over Rosalie's face until she found where her jawline was. Tugging it closer to her own face, and thinking that this was utterly crazy, scary, and mind blowing amazing all at the same time, she kissed her gently.
It wasn't even a second before Rosalie kissed back, letting Bella lead. Bella could feel her heart soar and her stomach drop and everything seemed to disappear, all her worries and stresses and struggles melting away. They were all gone and in there place was warmth and fulfillment.
Perfection.
And the moment only got more perfect when the tip of Rosalie's tongue played at the seam of Bella's lips. Bella didn't even bother to self doubt herself or worry anymore about why Rosalie would be deepening the kiss. She just let things take their natural course.
She granted entrance and nearly moaned out loud at the touch of Rosalie's tongue against her own. They twined together slowly then faster until Rosalie sucked Bella's tongue into her own mouth. This time Bella did groan, clutching harder onto Rosalie's face. The blonde's hands traveled down to Bella's hips and held them in place as she pressed her body flush against the brunette's. Rosalie's skin was hot and she pressed hard as if she could somehow mold their bodies together. Bella felt like she might melt both from Rosalie's heat and the own heat growing in her.
Arousal was rearing it's head, shooting between her legs and making her stomach coil tightly in pleasure. Fuck. She still couldn't believe this was happening. It had to be a dream. It had to be. She was drunk and she had fallen asleep and this was what she was dreaming of.
She needed to breathe, to get her bearing back. And she couldn't if Rosalie's lips were on her own. She reluctantly pulled away, taking deep gasps of breath. "Rosalie-" she began only to cut herself off with a cry when she felt the tip of Rosalie's tongue trace teasingly up her neck tendon.
Fuck. What had gotten into Rosalie? Shit, this dream is too real. Bella tried to keep her eyes from rolling shut as Rosalie licked her way back up to the corner of Bella's mouth and latched onto it once more, stealing Bella's breath with how hungry her kisses had become. They were desperate and wet, the sound of their tongues battling and their lips meeting together sloppily filling the space around them. It was like Rosalie was trying to convey something to Bella. Was it the fact that she was a better kisser, cause holy hell, there was no competition in that department. Rosalie had left Alice's kiss behind in the dust centuries ago.
Bella could feel her knees getting weak and she was grateful that she was being held up right now by the wall or else she would fall. Her head was spinning and her hands had begun to roam into Rosalie's hair, tangling and pulling on the ends harshly.
Rosalie let out a low moan at that, the sound reverberating through Bella's mouth and translating into wet heat in the apex of her thighs. Shit, when had she gotten this wet?
There came a pounding on the door. "Guys, time is up!" Emmett announced. And with it Bella became aware of where she was and what she was doing and how this wasn't in fact a dream. But when she tried to pull Rosalie's attention back to the present it didn't work. Rosalie kept going, hands trailing up Bella's sides.
"Rosa-lie," Bella finally pulled her mouth free and they separated with a wet noise, both breathing hard.
Emmett was still knocking on the door. "You guys can come out now."
"We-we-we need to go," Bella stammered out, unable to speak as her brain slowly came back to earth.
Rosalie was quiet but then she backed away and Bella instantly missed the warmth of the other, missed the feel of her chest pressed on hers. "Rosalie?" she called out questioningly, wondering if the other girl was okay. But still the blonde didn't say anything, merely stalked over to the door and ripped it open, light coming in and blinding Bella momentarily.
"Stop hitting the fucking door, I heard you the first time," Rosalie snarled out at Emmett whose fist had been raised to hit the door once more.
"You were taking a while," he clarified as she shoved past him rudely, Bella trailing after her awkwardly. "What did you guys do in there?" he asked, waggling his brows.
"Uh," Bella flushed, unable to answer this. Did she want to tell others what had just happened? She felt if she did then the perfection of the moment would be lost. It no longer would only belong to her, it wouldn't be as special and unique anymore.
"We did nothing," Rosalie hissed out loudly. "But sit there until it was fucking over. You think I would want to do anything with her? Please, she's a fucking dyke and I'm not. She's disgusting, utterly repulsive!"
Bella was taken aback by the anger in Rosalie's voice. Was she...scared of people finding out what they did? "Yea, nothing," Bella quickly affirmed in a small voice, shaking her head for good measure.
"How boring," Jasper booed from where he was lounging against the couch, beer in hand.
"Shut up," Rosalie shot at him. "I did what you all asked, now leave me the fuck alone." With that she stalked off from the room like an affronted cat.
Bella didn't know what to make of this sudden change in demeanor. Everything had been fine in the room, almost dreamlike, and now cold clarity came crushing down over Bella that it had all meant nothing. Whatever Rosalie had been doing had caused her to regret it. Bella felt tears press at the corners of her eyes. Had she done something wrong? Was it her fault? Her emotions wobbled dangerously out of control as she shakily made her way out of the room too. She didn't know where she was going, it just had to be somewhere away from here. She couldn't stand to be around anyone else right now.
"Bella!" Bella could hear Alice calling out after her but she kept going until she found an open door. She pulled herself into the room, throwing herself face first into the covers on the bed there. Then she let the floodgates open, her tears staining the sheets as her hands curled into them. She was crying for a solid two minutes before anyone came over.
"Bella. Bella, are you okay?"
Bella jerked her head up, noting through her blurry vision that someone of small stature had entered the room. "Alice?" She had sort of wished it had been Rosalie, come to apologize for her vile words, and explain her amorous actions.
"Bella, are you okay?" Alice sat down on the bed next to Bella. "What happened? You can tell me." Her face and voice were so soothing and so trusting, that Bella wanted to tell her everything. But she couldn't trust Alice. The pixie was being a bitch to Rosalie. But then again, Rosalie was being a bitch to Bella right now. So what did Bella care if she blew Rosalie's secret? Alice already knew about the blonde's questionable sexuality. Bella just felt like she needed to talk to someone about this because it was hurting her so much, how Rosalie had been so soft and caring and then turned cold and mean the next second, almost as if ashamed of Bella.
She sat up and faced Alice. "Rosalie- Rosalie was a bitch to me," Bella blubbered out, rubbing at her wet eyes with the backs of her hands.
"That's nothing new," Alice smiled wryly as she began to rub Bella's leg in comfort. "But what happened in that room?"
"She-she kissed me. And so I kissed her back and then she acted like nothing happened when we left. I thought my feelings got out to her," Bella sniffed, missing the flash of conniving emotion that entered Alice's face.
"You like Rosalie?"
"Yea. For like a while now. And I thought she liked me too, because she kissed me, but t-then it was all an act."
"It's okay, Bella. It's going to be all okay," Alice lowered her voice and pulled the sobbing girl into her arms. "Rosalie likes to play games with people. And she's been so mean and cruel to you this whole time. She doesn't deserve you."
"I know...but I still like her," Bella admitted as her sobs began to calm down and she returned the hug she was in, inhaling Alice's warm scent of peppermint. "And it hurts when she builds up my hope and then shatters it."
"I know. I know," Alice whispered soothingly, rubbing Bella's hair. "But I know something that might make you feel better..." Alice pulled Bella's face up to her's and kissed her gently. Bella's eyes fluttered shut at the kiss. She didn't like Alice like that, and she knew the pixie was technically the enemy, but right now she didn't care. The kiss felt nice, it made some of the pain in her heart leave. She wouldn't mind becoming completely numb to more of the pain.
So when Alice began to kiss down Bella's neck, Bella let her do it.
And when Alice pushed her down onto the comforter, Bella let her do it too.
A/N: I swear this ending is actually beneficial to Rosalie's and Bella's relationship, cuz than maybe someone, won't name any names,- Rosalie-, will get their butt in gear and stop being so mean to Bella.
