A Bad Deal?

The End

A/N: The last chapter of this series. Finally made it here. Thanks for sticking around and reading this story.

Thanksgiving dinner went off without a hitch, thanks to Rosalie and Bella's help in the kitchen. Bella was an excellent chef, used to cooking meals for both her parents respectively, and Rosalie was eager to help out and to learn some cooking tips. Renesmee was more than glad to have someone helping her despite her earlier protesting that she was fine.

After dinner was over, they played some board games, and then went to bed, stomach still full and heavy. Bella and Rosalie were leaving back home tomorrow so that Bella could still catch the tail end of the holiday with her father. Their flight was at six in the morning and they would be back at nine.

"It was really nice to see you again, Bella. Don't be a stranger," Renesmee had said as they departed, bags in hand. She cupped her daughter's cheeks and planted some soft kisses on them. "And it was nice to meet you," she turned to Rosalie after and gave her a huge hug.

"Yes," Rosalie said, opting out of saying anything else when she knew she wasn't carrying the same sentiments.

Renesmee waved to them until they had finally gone through the security check in, and only then were they able to finally hold hands like the couple they were. "I don't know how much longer I could have lasted without touching you," Rosalie admitted. "Pretending to be friends is hard."

"Don't worry. We'll just make it up when we get back." Bella shot Rosalie a coy smile. One that was full of promise between the sheets. "After all, my father will be at work by the time we get back."

"I like that idea," Rosalie said, throat feeling dry at the prospect of what was coming up. The flight couldn't go by fast enough for her.

It was finally time.


They'd never done it before with each other-with other people yes- so it took them a while to find their rhythm. But once they found it, they never lost it. It was simple how they fit together, how they knew what the other liked and what the other didn't. Bella liked eliciting gasps from Rosalie, the normally stoic and inexpressive girl coming to pieces, becoming small and weak instead of tough and strong. Rosalie fell apart in Bella's arms.

And Rosalie loved Bella's body language. The girl writhed and squirmed and her nails dug oh so wonderfully painfully into Rosalie's unmarred skin. The way her thighs would shake, the way her arms would wrap around Rosalie's shoulders in a vice like grip. The way she tasted of sweet nectar. One round wasn't enough for either of them. They needed more. And more. Until they lay panting on sweat soaked sheets.

"That was incredible," Bella breathed out harshly.

"Yea," Rosalie agreed, still coming down from her high, on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Bella turned in to her and snuggled up to her shoulder. She was asleep within moments, content that her life was on such an upswing. Her issues from the past had been resolved and she no longer feared home. And she and Rosalie had finally consummated their relationship. All was well with the world.

Rosalie too was thinking about how everything in her life was finally falling together. How it felt right. She stroked her fingers through Bella's sex dampened hair, thinking and thinking of how satisfied she was. How much less anger she felt inside her, no longer seeking out the urge to hurt others. How she loved to do right by Bella; wanted to make her happy. She closed her eyes and finally drifted off to sleep, smiling gently as she did.


Bella and Rosalie stayed in that happy bubble of theirs for the rest of the duration of the break. They had dinner with Charlie who didn't seem all too happy with Rosalie's presence given he knew that she tended to be a trouble maker. Yet, he said nothing, not wanting to break the beautiful smile he saw on his daughter's face every time Rosalie made a joke. It was nice to see her so happy and free. He hadn't seen her like this ever since she'd come back from Arizona after that terrible bullying incident. He thought he'd lost his Bella forever but here she was, carefree and happy like she'd once been.

He was glad. And perhaps even thankful for Rosalie befriending his little girl.

And after spending some time with Charlie, Bella would head over to Rosalie's empty house, void of warmth or family for they were never around, and they would fill it with their body heat and a chorus of moans and groans before sleeping next to each other.

Unfortunately, it couldn't last because life just didn't work that way. They came back to school on Monday, together but walking separate. At this point, people knew that they were friends in some way so they had stopped giving them stares. Yet, they had started staring again, and Bella didn't know why. Not only staring, but whispering and giggling too as they made their way into the school hallways.

"Why are they acting so weird?" Bella whispered, noting it was directed at Rosalie.

The blonde's face had gone pale. "I don't know," she whispered back. They got their answer a couple of seconds later when they came into the hallways and saw all the walls and lockers plastered with messages and pictures of Rosalie with a girl. The bag slid off of Rosalie's shoulders as she stood there and took it in, jaw quivering. Students were reading the messages and chatting among each other. A couple of them saw Rosalie.

"Didn't know the big bad bully was just a carpet muncher!"

"Why don't you give me a try, I'll make you straight again!"

There were laughs and Bella felt her heart clench in sympathy. Rosalie was in so much shock that she couldn't even respond. Bella roughly grabbed the girl by the shoulders and pushed her into one of the janitor closet's far from the incriminating photos and messages. Rosalie numbly sat down on an upturned bucket, eyes wide and staring at the floor. "It was Alice. She did this," she said softly, voice wavering. "She exposed me. But why?"

"It's going to be okay," Bella insisted, wrapping her arms around the blonde. "We're going to stop this bullying once and for all. Just like I stopped yours with friendship, and just like you stopped Victoria's with friendship. Being kind works."

Rosalie shook her head vehemently. "But I was already 'friends' with Alice. How will being her friend work?"

Bella knew things looked bleak, and personally she was seething on Rosalie's behalf at what the pixie had done. Why did the short haired girl hate Rosalie so much? Why would she do this to her? "We'll make it work. Together."

And Bella truly believed that. When it came to protecting Rosalie, Bella felt like she could move mountains.

She was going to have a word or two with Alice, and she and Rosalie were going to come out of this with their head held high.

They stayed put for a while, Bella stroking the top of Rosalie's head and holding her, while the blonde held back the hot press of tears on her eyes. Eventually Rosalie was able to calm down, and together she and Bella walked out of that closet, heads held high. They had fought too hard to be together, had suffered too long, so they would be damned if they let some pip squeak like Alice take them down.

"Together," Rosalie said.

"Together," Bella affirmed and they went to face the hordes outside.

A/N: Decided to end it this way with a bit of hope, that even though the problem hasn't been solved yet, that the two of them will continue to pass the tests placed upon their relationship. Also, walking out of the closet is symbolic in them also going to come out about their relationship.