Disclaimer: Versions of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer in another time and place. I am making them have lesbian sex with each other.
A/N : i was just so jazzed by the overnight outpour of reviews (40 in a day is a lot for me) i decided to hurry up and post again. i love all my bi girls and lezzies who came out of the woodwork with the reviews. made me smile and giggle all at the same time.
cookie so nicely offered to f*ck me stupid if i would just give her deets on the story. im gonna decline, but its nice to know that deets are all it takes to get in your pants. :)
no one i having sex with jasper or edward in this story. im sure they are having plenty of sex with each other while this going on, but im not writing about it. you dirty bitches.
thanks for the beta juice, erica and the advice about my vagina. i needed both.
this chapter is for the usual suspects and my bf T who's being a pretty good sport with my lazy ass right now. hes my Jake.
Chapter 11: COME BACK TO BED
... don't hold your love over my head...
I had made up my mind weeks ago not to let Leah's behavior affect me, but now it was impossible.
I sat with Alice on the couch, letting her sob silently into my chest. When she was all cried out we waited. For some reason her tears scared me. Whatever was going on with Leah was bad enough to not only scare the shit out of Rose, but to reduce Alice to sobbing.
I knew what they feared, what had made Alice cry. They were afraid she wouldn't come back.
I didn't like Leah, not one bit, but I didn't want her to go. She made the girls happy and that fact kept me from truly hating her. I was getting a taste for how they must have felt when Emily decided to up and leave.
This had to be about her somehow. Leah relied on Rosalie and Alice for emotional support just as much as I did, even if it was just in the wee hours of the night.
For a call from home to piss Leah off this much and send her running from the house, from L.A., there had to be something about this place that Leah just couldn't deal with. Like Rosalie's reaction with Emmett, something about us and this house was too painful for her to deal with. Emily was the only link I could make.
LAX was only twenty minutes from the house, but Rosalie was gone for three hours. I knew when she came back that she had stopped somewhere to cry in solitude.
I could tell she knew something, but she wouldn't tell us. Or maybe she wouldn't tell me. Leah and I lived such separate lives, that I could see Rosalie respecting her privacy when it came to me. I was curious, but I understood.
Leah was gone for six days. One would think the first day would be the worst, filled with worrying, but as the days dragged on, things got worse.
Rosalie and Alice barely talked, moving silently around the house. I did my best to be supportive, doling out soothing hugs and gentle strokes whenever they would let me.
We stopped making love. Even our kissing was reduced to unenthusiastic pecks as we headed off to work or up to bed. And as for bed, I started sleeping in my own room when it became clear that Rosalie really needed some space.
I was worried, for all three of them. The girls reacted just as I would have if I had lost one of them. I hated seeing the pain on Alice's face every day that ended without a phone call. It killed me watching Rosalie as she just stared at her cell, waiting for it to ring.
And I was worried about Leah. Someone or something had really hurt her. Yes, she'd put me through a lot of shit, but I wasn't the type of person to wish that sort of pain on anyone.
I wanted her back.
On Saturday I'd decided to spend the morning at the museum. The mood in the house was becoming too much for me. I wanted to be there for the girls, but I needed a few hours to recharge.
When I came back however, I saw that wasn't really necessary.
Leah was sitting comfortably on the couch, Alice in her arms. Rosalie, gently caressing her feet. They were laughing – like nothing had happened.
For the first time I was pissed at Alice and Rose. I suppose it was inevitable. Couples and roommates fight and it was only a matter of time before one of us did something, even if it was minor, to get on the others nerve's.
I knew in a situation like this forgiveness was key, but I was just selfish enough at the moment not to care. I looked at Leah, fresh-faced, her skin just a little more golden. And then I looked at Alice and Rose. They were drained, dark circles still under their eyes despite their smiles. They had let her back in, just like that. She'd slashed at their hearts without so much as a phone call and they had forgiven her.
"Hey," Alice said brightly. I was instantly more annoyed at Alice's "look who's back" tone. Sure they were happy to see her, but I hadn't forgotten the way she had treated me before she left and I definitely hadn't forgotten that she was the one who had made them cry. And I sure as shit hadn't forgotten that she was the reason I'd been sleeping in my bed, alone.
"Hey," I said flatly, before closing the front door.
"What's her problem?" Leah whispered in Spanish. Rosalie looked between us cautiously for a moment, but didn't say a word. I laughed a quick, furious laugh and went up to my room.
They were on their own for dinner.
On Sunday morning I snuck out before the others woke up. I wasn't angry anymore, but I still wanted some space and I wasn't really ready to talk.
I drove to the beach and sat in the sand mulling things over. I tried to be objective. If it had been Rosalie who had left in a sudden outburst, would I have forgiven her?
Yes, you would, I thought honestly. And I knew it was true. I loved her and they loved Leah. They also knew much more than I did about the situation. Maybe Leah had a perfectly acceptable excuse for taking off and maybe their sadness was just over missing her and not them mourning the end of their relationship.
I decided finally, that either way it didn't matter. Leah was on the outskirts of my life and I, a spectator to hers. I shouldn't let any of her behavior affect how I felt about the girls, but I would ask that from now on if they wouldn't let Leah affect their emotional response to me. I didn't like being shut out and I sure as hell didn't like sleeping alone.
Rosalie was up when I got home, waiting for me on the front steps.
"Hi," she greeted me bashfully.
"Hi," I whispered back. I bit my lip trying not to smile. She was forgiven, but I wanted her to work for it a little.
"Are you still mad at me?" she asked. I stood there looking at my flip flops.
"No."
"Will you come sit by me?" she asked. I walked up the path and sat down next to her on the top step. She took my hand, the way I had taken hers a week before. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" I asked. I wasn't saying that she had no reason to apologize. I just wanted to know what she thought she was apologizing for.
"I'd promised Leah that I wouldn't talk about what was going on. She wanted to tell Alice on her own time. But I didn't mean to shut you out like that. I'm sorry I pushed you away," she said.
"She asked you not to tell me." I understood. If I was going through a tough time I wouldn't want someone I hated knowing all the gory details and Leah definitely hated me.
"Yeah. You know –"
"Yeah. Where'd she go?" I asked sincerely curious about that bit.
"Hawaii." Rose laughed at my stunned expression. "She has family there. Or friends she considers to be family."
"Must be nice," I muttered.
"Things are better now, but I am sorry. I know I hurt you. We, I mean," she said, rubbing my fingers softly.
"Yeah, where is that little punk? I want an apology from her too," I teased unable to hold in my giggle.
"She'll take her punishment as soon as your ready to dole it out," Rosalie said before kissing me softly on the neck. I sighed leaning into her, glad that we'd gotten past our first major issue. I prayed there wouldn't be a second.
Things pretty much went back to normal. I went back to sleeping in Rosalie's bed and getting the sex I wanted on a regular basis. Leah and I avoided each other like the plague. When all of us were together I pretended she didn't exist even when she was two inches away from me and naked. I didn't even have the urge to look her way. The tears that all three of us had shed because of Leah were enough to keep my emotions cold to her.
I went about business as usual. School went by smoothly. There were the typical issues; kids caught cheating, skipping class, making out in the auditorium, but nothing that caused any major amount of stress.
Play rehearsals kept me busy enough. The days rolled to mid –October before I knew it. Things at home carried a certain amount of tension considering I was ignoring a whole human being twenty-four hours a day, but beyond that I was happy.
Leah just plain sucked, but I refused to let her keep me from enjoying my time with the girls.
One random Thursday I came home to find we had visitors. Lots of them. I had to park across the street, behind Alice's Mercedes because nine custom Ducatis took up our usual parking spaces. A pristine black Escalade was pulled into the driveway, towing an enormous black trailer. The words Quileute Customs were emblazoned across the side in white lettering. Below the words was the silhouette a wolf howling at the moon. Of course I'd see the image before, many times in fact. It was tattooed on Leah's naked skin.
As I walked up the path I could hear music coming from the backyard. Clearly I was missing a party. I walked through the house to the back yard where I found eleven guys, all of them nearly Emmett's size, one of them bigger and all of them extremely attractive.
They were all definitely Leah's friends. Not that Alice couldn't have buddied up with eleven tattooed bikers, but something about their waist length hair and deep copper skin told me these were Leah's boys, if not some of them family. To further confirm my assumptions I could see that each of them had a giant version of Leah's tattoo inked down their forearm.
A hot, tribal biker gang. I had no idea why Leah had left home.
"Hey!" I heard Alice say. I scanned through the crowed to find her at the grill talking to one of the shorter guys. He wasn't exactly short, clearly at least six-three, but he was baby faced, definitely the youngest. He was flipping burgers with ease, perfectly at home. I smiled at Alice and then something caught my attention.
I saw Leah on the far end of the yard talking to the tallest and surely the most attractive of the group. She looked at me. Her typical disgust flashed in her eyes, but then she turned back to her conversation. I fought every urge to flip her off, keeping to our deal.
I was about to take the stairs, when Rose appeared beside me.
"Sethie!" she cried. The kid at the grill turned and flashed her a huge smile. So that's the baby brother, I thought. I could see the resemblance. He was strikingly handsome, his lips, eyes and nose the same as Leah's. The rest of him was all testosterone and muscle.
"Hey gorgeous," he replied, handing Alice the spatula. Rose ran to him and gave a huge hug.
"Bella, come meet Seth," she said waving me over.
"Hi," I said with a cautious smile. I was never rude to company, but like I said these were Leah's boys. I had no idea what she had told them about me, but from the way some of them were looking at me and murmuring to each other, I knew it had been something.
Seth took my hand, giving it a firm shake. "I hope you don't mind. I heard you're the master of this grill." Seth smiled down at me. I was instantly at ease. If her brother didn't hate me then Leah hadn't poisoned them against me. I didn't think to wonder why.
I took the spatula from Alice. "That's right and I wouldn't be any kind of a hostess if I let you stand behind it all day. So if you'll excuse me." I playfully nudged Seth out of the way. He laughed heartily, stepping to the side.
As I manned the grill, the guys drifted over and started introducing themselves. Leah had ducked into the house, probably to use the bathroom and the tallest of the group made his way over to me first.
"Heard you keep a pretty good house here, B," he chuckled.
"Is that right? And who told you that?" I said handing him back his plate, now piled with four burgers.
"Mini me," he said nodding towards Alice, who was now doing pull ups on Seth's arm.
"I heard that," she yelled.
"I meant you to," he yelled before turning back to me. "Jake." Jake was huge, at least six-seven. The only person I'd ever seen that could possibly take Emmett in the fight. He wasn't the oldest, but his size alone was reason enough for him to be the leader of this pack. He was cute too, with high cheek bones and nice full lips stretched into a warm smile.
"Nice to meet you, Jake. I'm Bella." He didn't need to call me B.
Jake and I talked for a while as he ate. His father was actually the Chief of the Quiluete Nation in Washington State. Jake was to inherit the throne, but boredom drove him to open his shop in the mean time. Only a few of the boys actually worked there, but they were all childhood friends who'd vowed to stick around to keep their heritage intact.
On this particular Thursday he and the boys were on their way to a charity auction in San Diego. Their trailer was loaded with three custom bikes to be auctioned off at a marathon weekend for juvenile diabetes.
"I usually don't bring the whole lot of them with me on trips like this, but they knew I'd blow past Leah and they all wanted to see her," he said, shoving the last bit of burger in his mouth. I could tell he wasn't full by the way he was eying the raw meat I'd just piled on grill, but I still had a few more people to feed.
I handed out burgers and hot dogs and chatted with all the boys. All but one. One guy sat on the corner of the porch, sullen faced, sipping his beer. I grabbed two patties and two dogs and walked them up to him.
"Here you are," I said politely. He looked up with a small smile and took the plate.
"Thanks," he said. "I'm Sam."
"Bella." I smiled back at him. I wanted to find out why he was keeping to himself, but I knew it wasn't my place. And I was right.
Leah was back outside by this point talking and laughing with two guys named Paul and Embry. When I turned back around she was staring at Sam and I. She did not look happy. Shocker, but something in her eye told me it was the both of us she could do without. I wondered what it was about him though, that was making her so angry. I turned my head quickly to see that Jake had witnessed the uneasy glances.
"So Rosalie, you ever gonna let us have our girl back?" Jake boomed across the lawn. By his tone I knew he meant giving Leah back to the male population and not them in particular. Apparently she hadn't always been a lesbian.
"I don't know Jake. I heard you're the reason she prefers pussy," Rose shot right back. A chorus of "Oh, shit" and laughter filled the air. I couldn't help, but chuckle a little.
"Oh really now?" Jake said looking at Leah.
"You didn't find it a little odd that I was completely turned off men after you," Leah said with an evil grin.
"Baby, don't try and play me in front of your girls. I had you coming more times than you could count and I'm pretty sure I'm the only guy you've ever let lick that tattoo." They went back and forth like this for some time. Trading insults and bits of history. I listened, the whole time wondering just how long it had been since the two of them had split.
It was shocking to me that Leah had let a guy anywhere near her naked body, but Jake didn't seem at like a bad choice. He was funny and sweet and by the end of the night I could tell he cared deeply for his family and his friends. I think he cared for Leah the most.
The boys loaded up a little before nine. They wanted to get to San Diego before the morning and get a few hours of sleep. We were hugged and they headed out front to get ready to go.
I started the clean up process, knowing full well that even though the guys were plenty nice to me, Leah would not want me out front waving goodbye beside her. I waited to hear the sounds of the bikes coming to life, but apparently they were taking their time.
When the first trash bag was full I walked around the side of the house to dump it in the bin. I stopped short when I saw Jake and Leah standing in the shadow of the Escalade talking. I took a step back around the corner, but the nosy ass in me realized I could hear what they were saying. I stayed put, breathing quietly.
"I know. I still could have done without seeing him," Leah said. Instantly knew she was talking about Sam, the lone wolf on the porch.
"You talk to her yet?" Jake asked.
"No! Fuck her," Leah replied. And now they had to be talking about Emily. What the fuck did she do?
"Alright, alright. Calm down," he laughed. "When am I gonna see you again?"
"I don't know. Christmas?" Leah replied.
Suddenly Jake's voice was softer, sweeter. "Good. I miss your punk ass," he said. And then it was quiet.
I poked my head slowly around the corner.
Jake had one huge knuckle under Leah's chin and he was bent, pressing his lips softly to hers. Something about the kiss seemed all together friendly, but something else about it had me seeing red.
I don't know if it was the hypocritical fact that Leah was standing in our driveway kissing her ex, or whether it was the fact she was kissing a guy, but that night as I fell asleep between Rose and Alice's soft curves, staring at Leah's hair draped down on the pillow, a very, very small voice told me I was pissed because Leah wasn't kissing me.
um. so. for those of you who dont know about MY jake, not the thirteen year old in the movies, but MY jake, u must know that i love him dearly. if u dont understand what the hell im talking about read my story So Obvious.