[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

[A/N] Today's update is dedicated tlc125 for being the 100th reviewer of my little story.

16

The sound of arguing voices reached my ears. I tried to open my eyes but the eyelids felt too heavy. I was sore all over. It hurt when I tried to stretch my legs under the blankets.

"Are you happy now?" Rose's voice was loud and angry. "You almost killed her and who would have to handle that mess then?"

Someone sighed deeply. I could feel the mattress underneath me shifting when the person stepped closer, and cold fingers wrapped around my wrist. "Rose, love, calm down. She'll be fine. It was probably a bit too much excitement for the poor girl"

I could smell Isabella's hair when she bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. She stroked my hair and then another thick blanket was put on top of the one that was already covering me. "Sleep, Alice." I could hear her whisper, and before I could try to protest I had already drifted off again.

My sleep was deep and dreamless. When I awoke it was dark around me. I didn't like this. Too many of my visions were filled with me being left alone in absolute darkness. I gripped the blanket so hard it made my hands cramp. "Isabella?" I called. My voice was shrill. I was trying hard not to scream. "Isabella, where are you?"

Bright light made me blind for a moment. I blinked away tears. She was there. My Isabella was here and she had taken away the darkness that frightened me so terrible.

"I'm here." She whispered, rocking me against her chest. I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I was capable. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Not tonight. Not tonight, I thought. Isabella kissed my hair. "Dreams are not real." She told me.

Mine are, I yelled in my head. When I opened my mouth though, I told her I was alright. "How late is it?" I wanted to know. A yawn left my throat as I stretched my aching limbs. When my eyes fell on my wrist, I noticed a purplish bruise around it.

"It's past two now." Isabella said. She took my hand to blow a kiss on my wrist. "I am sorry about this." She kissed the bruise. "Is this painful? Do you need some laudanum?"

I quickly shook my head no. The dreadful medications my parents were forcing on me to treat my "conditions" was bad enough. "I am not in pain," I told Isabella. "just very sore somehow."

She sighed. "I am sorry that you are sore." Her lips brushed over my cheekbone. "I am not sorry for the reason why you are sore." She kissed my lips. "Thank you for sharing yourself with me."

Isabella filled a crystal glass, with a golden edge, with a sparkly liquid and held it up for me to take a sip. "Careful. This is French champagne not water. Rose and Esme don't have any of that here."

The drink prickled on my tongue. I nipped on the glass again. My stomach rumbled. I felt famished and very thirsty. I took a third gulp. Was this going to make me drunk?

"You look tired. Why don't you go back to sleep for a bit longer? I'll drive you back home in the morning."

I yawned. I was way too excited to sleep. How could I sleep through the most exciting night of my life? The chandelier on the ceiling buzzed, making the light flicker for a few moments. My eyes moved up at the mirror above. I could feel my cheeks glowing when I thought about how I had shamelessly watched Isabella kissing me between my legs. Watching her had increased my excitement.

Still, I wondered. Who puts a mirror up on the ceiling in a room?

Isabella crawled under the blanket to me. She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and leaned her head against mine. "Are you admiring the view?" She pointed at our reflection in the mirror. "Don't we look ravishing?"

I smiled. "Why did they hang the mirror above the bed?"

She laughed. "You are a curious being. Aren't you, my Alice?" Isabella twisted one of her curls around the tip of her forefinger before brushing the tip of her hairs over her lower lip. "Tell me. Did you enjoy watching me in the mirror while I was pleasuring you?"

My ears were burning. I was sure they were beet-red now. "Yes," I admitted. "I liked it a lot."

Isabella's nose rubbed over my throat. "So do others."

"Oh," I gasped. "Does this mean," I didn't know how to say it in a roundabout way, so I went straight forward. Father would have made Julianna wash out my mouth with soap for speaking of such matters. "Is this house a brothel?"

Isabella laughed. She caressed my cheeks and let her hands move under the blanket to run her fingers over my shoulders. "It used to be. Esme inherited it from a gracious admirer and now, it is only a simple hotel." She tugged on the blanket, so she could kiss my collarbone. "Well, it's a hotel, where you can rent rooms for not only the night but for hours too."

My forehead crumpled. "Why would someone rent a room for such a short time?" I asked. When Isabella cupped my breasts for a moment, I knew the answer.

"Don't think so much." Isabella whispered. "It'll give you wrinkles before time."

I sighed and leaned back in her cold embrace. I was about to lose the struggle with the tiredness. Isabella though still seemed fresh and awake like a dew-kissed flower to me.

"I think, I will nap a bit more." My jaw muscles cramped when I tried to suppress another yawn. "Aren't you tired yourself?"

She kissed my forehead. I could feel her laughing against my skin. "Sleep, Alice." I closed my eyes, feeling her lips against my eyebrows and on the tip of my nose. "Sleep, my Alice, for I can't."