Omfg this is so shit. I'm really sorry and omg it's so bad. I would spend longer on it but the only chance I'll get will be on Wednesday and fuck knows some crazy bitch (Chemistry teacher) will gimme some kind of project on how to balance equations. Piss off.

I think the only good thing here is that it's almost 5,000 words. Longest chapter yet, yay!

Try and enjoy.

I've always been a confident kinda girl. I remember when I found out I was gay, I told my parents the next day – my brother Jasper was the very first person to know, it was him who convinced me to tell them straight away – without being bothered if they threw me out or supported me. Luckily, it was the latter, and I didn't find myself hanging out in a hoe shack at the age of eighteen. 'Cause that would suck.

That'd suck even more than Jess Stanley at a trashy party.

But even before then, I'd never been the kind of person to shy away from a situation, or be one of those annoying stand-in-the-corner awkward losers. Please. I'm Rosalie frickin' Hale. I don't do awkward. Never have done, never will.

Well...

I don't think that really applies anymore, when I'm stood staring at this gorgeous woman in my studio, not when I can barely form a coherent thought through the lustful haze that she had cast over my mind. They way she stood in the doorway taking it all in, in her black chucks happily munching on about half a pack of gum.

Ah, she's amazing.

And now, it begins.

"Right," I took her hand, "I want you, to come and sit there." I directed her to the chair by the window and placed her so she was sitting comfortably but still looking good.

Ha. There are no words.

"Ok." She shifted on the chair and tugged on the hem of her dress, which had ridden up considerably when she sat down, revealing a teasing strip of her pale thighs. I went to stand by the tripod, and adjusted the lens. No...

I frowned and bit my lip. My camera's working... but something's still wrong...

"Hang on." I left my camera and walked over to Bella.

"What's wrong?"

Your hair...

"My hair?" she stared at me, confused.

Oops.

"Uh... yeah... lemme just..." I reached out and ran a lock of chestnut hair through my fingers. The fuck am I gonna do with this?

Ah.

I reached my right arm around her neck, grasping all the hair on her right hand side, and tugged it round her back and over her left shoulder. Her neck was bare on one side and covered in her thick tresses on the other. I adjusted her fringe so it covered her left eye slightly and hid her forehead.

"Ok..." I stood up and took in her newly adjusted appearance.

Not quite...

I knelt in front of her again, and lightly placed my hands on her knees. I pressed them inwards so that her legs were closed, but her heels were facing outwards and her toes in. "And just put your hands in your lap." She did. "Hold them." She did.

Perfect.

I practically ran back to the camera, giddy with the possibilities of photography brilliance sitting in front of me. Setting the shutter release under my index finger, I took a deep breath.

And pressed.

For what – again – felt like hours, I took picture after picture of her, and it felt like my greatest project. Though all too soon I found it increasingly difficult to keep my hands to myself, and just when I'd gotten her to sit the way I wanted her to, I'd get another urge to put my hands on her soft skin and I'd go and shuffle her around again. I needed a break, or I was going to jump her.

"Uh, how about we take a rest for a couple of minutes, go get something to eat." Or something...

"Yeah, sure." She visibly relaxed and stood up. As I lead her back downstairs and into my kitchen, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as her gaze bore into the back of my head.

Well I'm shaky and I'm nervous and I'm anxious as hell...

When we got to the kitchen, I turned on my stereo and Bella went and sat at the counter.

Smoke by 100 Monkeys was playing in the background as I grabbed some pop tarts from my cupboard. "Strawberry or chocolate?"

"Chocolate all the way."

"Toasted?" I turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Obviously." I nodded.

Good girl...

"Uh... Rose?"

"Yes?" I answered without turning around. Making pop tarts is very difficult, you see...

"What's this you're listening to?" she sounded like she was treading carefully, like she didn't want to offend me.

"Uh, 100 Monkeys, why?"

"No reason, it's just really..."

"Down-ish?" I chuckled lightly. Monkeys isn't for everyone.

"A little bit, yeah... Sorry." I turned around to face her, and found her blushing.

She's adorable.

"It's alright, let's try this one." I went to the shelf by my stereo and got my copy of Live and Kickin', and skipped it to Orson Brawl.

As the funky intro started, I shuffle danced my way around the kitchen, going to the fridge and grabbing a couple of beers (only a few left, after my night with Emmett – sigh) before taking off the caps and handing one to Bella. She spat out her gum in the bin before taking a tentative sip.

Not much of a drinker? Dying breed of woman, right here...

The pfft of the toaster singled me, as if to say "Pop tarts are ready! Nommy!"

I grabbed a plate and put the yummy-ness on the counter in front of Bella, and took a seat myself. We sat in silence as we chomped merrily taking occasional sips of the beers. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was easy. Easy silences... I've never experienced one before, well, with anyone other than my brother. But that's completely different. I don't want to jump my brother.

Vomit.

As she ate her pop tarts – oh my God we're eating pop tarts – I took the opportunity to take her in at a closer proximity. The midday sun that lit up the kitchen brought out these stunning hues of maroon in her brunette hair, and made it shimmer like a chocolate river.

Mmmm. I wouldn't complain...

I've gotta stop. I mean, if I don't, I'm gonna jump this girl in my kitchen and I've only known her a day. A day. I feel like some kind of speedy pervert, preying on the newcomers of Forks like the Jersey Devil or something. I don't even know what happened, I was just having a normal week, then bam – she drops in my lap and I go hurtling into the world of what-the-fuck-just-happened.

"She was young, but she liked to act younger than she was." Ugly girl? Hardly. If I had to describe her compared to other girls I know or knew; it'd be fucking natural. I cannot even begin to explain how insulting it is for girls to think that piling make-up onto their faces, putting their hair into ridiculous style is found even remotely attractive by both males and females. It's not! Sweetheart, it looks like you've spent your evening hunting a small squirrel to shove into the nest on the top of your head, and using an entire Mac catalogue to cover the dark circles under your eyes.

Whereas Bella... she's wonderful. It's obvious that she doesn't feel the need to cover herself in products, and she's totally right in doing so. She doesn't need it, and... She'd probably look horrendous with fluorescent orange powder on her face.

Shudder. It's like an Oompa Loompa.

I fucking hate Oompa Loompa's. Ever since my cousin Edward told me that they were going to teleport into my room at night and eat me.

I was seven.

Ok, so that scared the crap out of me. You know what else scares the crap outta me? Coming out of a total inner monologue to find Bella staring at me questioningly.

"Do I have chocolate pop tart on my face?"

Yeah, lemme lick it off.

"Oh, no I was just thinking." I nodded. Good save. Noooootttt.

"Thinking about what?" she took a sip of her beer, without taking her eyes off me.

What you taste like. And I'm not talking about pop tarts.

"What I'm gonna do next when we finish eating... pop tarts." I grimaced. We're... Ha!

"Oh, so what are you gonna do when we finished eating... pop tarts?" Fuck. Is she flirting with me? But, she's straight... right? I don't know. Do I want her to be flirting with me? I don't know. The beer and pastries have clouded my judgment.

"I honestly don't know. I might just go with it. Who knows what could happen?" I tried my best at a seductive smirk, which, if I may say so myself, was probably pretty sexy. I'm not some old troll; I know I have slight appeal.

Modest.

Though my sexy smirk probably dropped to that of some form of horny teenager when her little tongue darted out from between her lips to capture any remaining booze, I think I may have died a little inside.

Now, it is time to stop eating pop tarts and take lots of yummy-er photos.

"Okay then," I stood from my stool, almost falling over in the process, "I think it's about time we got back to... yeah." I heard her laugh as she, too, got up from her stool and followed me as I made my way to the stairs.

As we ascended, I was struck with inspiration. I know exactly what it is I want her to do for me now, and if I can what I can do for her. I'm not gonna fumble around like some idiot anymore, I'll make her look like a Goddess and it'll be the best work I'll ever do.

With a new certainty, I walked faster with stronger strides into my studio. I flung the door open like a frickin' diva and went to change my SLR for the camera that used to be my grandma's back in the sixties. She was a professional photographer – basically, she got paid a lot, whereas I get paid very little, or if I'm lucky, someone'll buy my stuff and I live on that for a while – and she'd saved up for ages to buy this one camera, it's film, not digital – geez, it was the sixties – so it's kinda hit and miss, but when it's hit...

Fuck. I love this camera.

Don't get me wrong, it's not in pristine condition, or anything, in fact it's so worn down that you can't even see the make or model that's usually printed on the side anymore. But I don't care. When my grandma passed away, she left her history books and memento's to Jazz, gave Mom her share of the inheritance and left dad some weird stuff that I don't really even want to think about. And she left me her camera. Not only that, she left me all the undeveloped films and the pictures that had been, and a wad of cash to get it all made out.

Said wad of cash was enough for me to get her photo's printed and get myself the SLR that I'd been using today, but I usually bring out grandma's camera on special occasions.

Like today.

As I set the camera on the tripod, I heard Bella shuffle into the room and turned to face her. She toed the ground; much like an awkward child would do, and bit her lip. "On the chair?" She asked, pointing hesitantly. I nodded.

I tinkered a bit more with the tripod and the lens, then went to the window by the chair and started messing with the curtains. Bitches wouldn't go the way I wanted them to! I'd get them just right, so they'd let in the light in the best way, then they're do this weird falling-in-thing. I mean seriously?

Took me, like, five frickin' minutes to get them right. Motherfuckers.

When I was finally satisfied, I turned to Bella. She looked up at me from the chair in the same position I'd had her in before, knees together, heels pointing out and her hands clasped together in her lap. "Are you wearing any make-up?" I asked.

"Just mascara... why?" she blinked and cocked her head to one side, kind of like a puppy.

"Hang on." I left the studio and went into my room – which is across the hall to the studio – and walked over to the other side, by my bed, and rummaged through the draws on my dressing table, looking for eye liner. She looks hot and all, I just want to focus more on her gorgeous eyes, y'know? No? Mm'kay.

So I found some pencil and liquid eyeliner and got back into the studio, where Bella had remained in the same position waiting patiently. I quickly approached the chair and knelt before her, waving the two items of make-up in the air.

"I'm not trying to insult you, but this is what we're doing." I said taking the pencil. "Now look up." She complied, and as I slowly – and gently, don't want her going blind – dragged the pencil along the water line of her eye, and then again under the same line on her upper eye lid – it's complicated, don't ask how I did it – I couldn't help but notice the way it felt as if her face was radiating heat. Her foot began to tap on the floor, was she nervous? Was I making her uncomfortable? I mean, she was ringing her hands together, the fuck does that mean? I dunno, but then I only put on a thin line of liquid eye liner before stepping away. She visibly relaxed.

Fuck. Maybe I should... ease her into the new look... don't want her feeling like some kind of hooker.

I went back over to the tripod and lined myself up with the viewfinder.

"Same again."

For the first few shots, which took about twenty minutes, I took pictures which were just like the one's I'd done earlier. But once she'd become more comfortable, I slowly made slight adjustments to the way her hair was left, or what angle her head was at, to start hinting at a more provocative nature.

The whole time I was talking to her, I didn't want her to think too much into the stuff I was making her do, in case she chickened out.

I'm not letting her chicken out.

"Ok, Bella, we're doing something a little different now." I said, moving out from behind the tripod and taking a few steps towards her.

"You mean more different to what you were having me do already?"

Observant...

"Erm... quite, actually. Take your shoes off." She put them behind the chair.

I moved so I was stood right in front of her and again, she looked up at me from where she sat through her eye lashes, causing a shiver to run like cold water down my spine. "Well... what're you gonna do?" She blinked her big, brown doe eyes at me and I swear to God, I could have combusted right then. "Uh... I'll show you."

I knelt in front of the chair, so I was at eye level with her and moved closer so her knees were almost touching my hips. I took a deep breath – never taking my eyes off hers – and gripped her knees where the fabric of the dress had ridden up, again. I slid my hands up her thighs, and noticed as she inhaled sharply as my hands moved higher. They slid over her slender hips and nestled against the small of her back, and then I pulled her slowly toward me. She was on the edge of the chair, her thighs either side of my hips. I still didn't take my eyes off hers. She was close enough for me to be able to smell the mint on her breath and see the slight dusting of freckles on her nose. I ran my hands back down her thighs till I reached her knees and slowly spread them apart and moved closer, so our hips were pressed together.

Honestly, this wasn't meant to happen.

I took my eyes from hers and stared at the fabric of her dress that I held between my fingers, and then looked back at her. Her eyes had considerably darkened since I left the tripod, and were almost a smouldering jet black. I spread my hands over her knees, then slowly moved the skirt of her dress upwards so I was exposing more of her lusciously creamy thighs to me. She shivered when I let the material go and licked her lips, goose bumps ran up and down her arms as she leaned forward slightly. I, too, leaned forward even more so our noses were touching and finally put my hands over hers.

"So this is what we're doing?" she breathed out, and I mentally congratulated myself that she sounded a little breathy.

"Yeah." Oh. I sound just as breathy. I shifted my hips causing them to graze against hers, only a little bit, but enough for us both to let out a mutual gasp. Her eyes flashed and before I could register what was happening, her lips were on mine and my hands were flapping slightly at my sides.

But what started off as a soft, slow kiss turned into something stronger. It was torturously slow, and soon I felt her tongue flick out against my lower lip, to which I granted her entrance. I sucked on her tongue like I wanted to suck on her pulse point, and dug my fingers into her bare thighs bringing her closer. I savoured the feeling of her lips on mine - because she was holding the cards and could push me away any second – then moved my hands from her thighs to tangle in her long hair.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked when she pulled away to breathe.

"Yep."

"You sure?"

"Totally. I like you, Rose." Oh.

"I like you too."

Feels like we're in high school.

I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips and stood up, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her lips back to mine and headed across the hall to my room. I kicked the door shut behind me and used my elbow to turn the light on, 'cause sexy situations make you a ninja. When I got to the bed, I dropped her down on it and she let out a tiny squeal of surprise, before I was on the bed with her and we were kissing again.

I moved myself so my thigh was nestled between hers just as hers hooked around my waist, bringing my body flush against hers. My right hand went under her dress to stroke the skin of her stomach while we made out like horny teenagers.

"Fucking Jesus," Bella panted when we finally parted for air, the burning in my lungs proving oxygen was actually necessary. My hands moved to her breasts, massaging them lightly, and she arched her back towards me. I felt powerful, but weak... she had power over me too. I felt almost sleepy; the need for her was so thick, I could scarcely breathe.

"Maybe we should stop?" The words sounded hollow to my ears, it just seemed like something I should say – give her an out.

"No." She said with finality, pushing on my shoulders so I was on my back, and straddling my waist.

Fair enough.

"But... shouldn't we?" I gasped as she bit down on the nape of my neck, before soothing it with her tongue, then kissing her way back up the column of my throat.

What the fuck are you saying?

"I don't think so. Why, do you?" She asked as she licked the shell of my ear and started slowly grinding her hips down onto mine.

I've created a monster.

"Erm... No, nope. Not at all."

"Shut up then."

"Have you even had sex with another girl before?"

"Uh... no."

I flipped us back over, so I was looking down at her, she bit her lip.

"Well, I'll just have to take care of you, then, won't I?"

I leant down and dragged my tongue up her neck and bit on her ear lobe, reaching under her dress again and gently cupping her breast. She mewled like some kind of happy cat as I peppered her neck and collarbone with kisses and I cupped her breast more fully in my hand and massaged it in time with my hips. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were as hooded and dark as my own.

My hands inched up her waist and ribs dragging the thin material upwards that hid her from me. When I'd bunched it up at her torso, we separated from each other and she sat up, practically flinging the offending item of clothing away. I mean, I didn't even get to have a good pervy look at her before she'd pulled me back down to her by my hair.

Can you say ouch?

Her hands slid up around my neck and her nails dragged stinging paths down my back, till she got a hold on my shirt. She lifted it – rather violently, all clawing and shit – over my head and threw it in roughly the same direction as her dress. I kissed back up her collarbone, to her neck, until I was sucking and nibbling just underneath her ear. She gave a delicious moan, and I held her even closer to me, her underwear clad body brushing against mine.

I reached around her back and messed with the clasp of her bra trying to get it open, motherfucker wouldn't. I mean, it was probably one of those space-bras which are air tight so your support doesn't get sucked into a vacuum.

You can't get space-bras.

Bella must have gotten pretty pissed at my lack of bra-removing-skills, because after what must have been my fifth attempt she just pushed me back and we rolled over again, and she sat on my stomach. "It's a twisty weird claspy thing. My friend Alice packed it and stole my others."

I watched as she reached behind her to undo her bra, and then stopped.

"What?" I asked.

Takeitoff takeitoff.

"You still have your jeans on."

"Yeah an-" before I could even finish she'd dragged the waistband of my skinny-jeans down my legs and was tugging them past my feet. She sat down on my stomach again, and I sat up so she was straddling my waist, and we were almost at eye level. "You still sure?"

"Yep."

Her hands reached behind her back again, and I heard the clasp slide undone and her chest was no longer hidden from me.

To keep it out of the sleazy area, I'll just say that she's not one of those girls who got ignored by the tit fairy (she's the more popular cousin of the tooth fairy) and they're frickin'... perky. Perfect nipples bounced in front of my face, and I couldn't help it when I leaned forward to kiss each one slowly. I may or may not have slipped my tongue over the left one, gauging her reaction. I looked up and saw her throw her head back a little, a sexy gasp escaping her lips. I pulled her down and captured her lips and plunged my tongue into her mouth swallowing her moan as I took both her breasts in my hands and feeling their weight.

I pushed her back so I could sit up and throw my bra off. She gasped and ogled much like I had, and I used her moment of distraction to pull her closer to me and bury my face in her chest again. She squealed, but then it turned into a moan as I dotted her milky skin with kisses and licks. She pushed her chest out further to my mouth and I obliged her by sucking on her nipple, marvelling at how it hardened at the touch of my tongue. God, she tasted amazing. All in due time, I was sure I'd find out how she tasted in other places...

My hands wandered over her body, cursing the fabrics still between us on our lower halves. I ground my body slowly against hers, bucking up, and she moved slowly against me too. This felt like torture. But in such a sweet way, I couldn't stop; I couldn't find the will to even fathom ending this. I mean, seriously. Would you? No.

Eventually we found ourselves on our sides, facing each other, our mouths fused together again. My fingers dipped under the band of her boy shorts, and she moaned into my mouth, which only spurred me on more. "Rosalie," she gasped, and my stomach lurched at her deep, husky tone. "Please."

"What do you want, Bella?" I asked, looking her into her chocolate eyes as we pulled back, panting for air. She bit her bottom lip, which was swollen and berry red from our kisses, and I leaned in to lick it slowly, sensually. Her moan vibrated against my tongue, and I wanted to know how she'd feel on my fingers, against my lips.

You've known her for a day.

The fuck is happening?

"Please, I don't even know, all I do know is I want you," she whispered, wiggling her hips against my thigh. "You make me feel so good..." Her words ended with an adorable little whimper as my fingers skimmed the front of her panties.

I buried my face in her neck and bit down on the stretch of skin where her throat met her shoulder and felt her shudder in response. I'd honestly never been one of those people who'd shag their friends at the first opportunity, but does Bella count as a friend? When I've only known her for a day? Or is this me just being a seductive whore, calling her over to the 'dark side'? Fuck knows, and fuck knows there's something going on with this girl.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to." I rubbed the inside of her thigh and she shuffled closer to me.

"Fuck, I don't know," she pressed herself into my hand and I got the hint...

I moved my hand to the apex of her thighs and rubbed her through her panties where I knew her clit was and she moaned slightly, moving her hips against my wrist.

"Tell me what you need Bella," I promised, teasing her lightly, pushing the sides of her panties aside just a fraction. Hell, I was teasing myself too at this point. Waiting felt like torture.

"Touch me then, you she-devil!" she finally panted, her eyes now shut, her voice pleading. I took no further prompting, pushing under her panties and diving my fingers inside her slick folds.

And I mean shiiit.

My fingers slid along her clit, feeling just how swollen and sopping wet she really was. It was unreal, even just thinking she might want me the way I wanted her. I pushed a finger slowly into her, and she groaned burying her face in my hair. Her entire body flushed from head to toe and her breathing deepened, hopefully that was a good thing...

I slowly pushed her onto her back so I had better control and access. Her thighs fell open, and I watched in pleasure as her wetness grew, seeing it drip down my fingers. I desperately wanted to taste her, but I contented myself to kissing her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, anything to keep her relaxed. I couldn't push this first time, I couldn't mess it up. I mean, she's essentially straight; I don't want to scare her away...

"Fuck, Rose... shit." Bella started mumbling, thrashing her head against the pillows as she got closer. I used my thmb to circle her clit, keeping my eyes on her face, slowly rubbing my thighs together. Watching her come undone was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, her breathing fast and shallow now, and she was biting her bottom lip. "Shit!" Her body tensed around my fingers before spasming around me rhythmically. God, she was gorgeous as she came. My lips quickly found hers, and she moaned loudly into my mouth, hands flying to grip my shoulders to pull us closer together.

As she came down from her high, I slowly stilled my fingers, and eased them out of her. I was covered in her juices, and I laid them to rest on her stomach as we gave into the kiss. She was someone I'd only just met, and as soon as I'd seen her I wanted to get her in front of a camera and capture her.

Thought honestly I think she may have captured me.

Again omg I think it's bad but whatever, feel free to bitch at me or whatever.

See ya sexies :3

Beth xxx