Disclaimer: Versions of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer in another time and place. I am making them have lesbian sex with each other.

so its almost over. just one more chapter left. i know im devastated too, trust me.

mountains of love to onlabbit, twilightboy, harlowp, mila, SxyBrwnEyz and Gf, heather, crystal and rhyadawn. MWAH!

this is now my highest reviewed story. those of you who know me know i really dont give a fuck about review counts cause some of the shittiest stories i've ever read have thousands of reviews BUT this one has out-reviewed Baby Steps and i didnt think any of my stories would over shadow that Edward/Bella dry hump fest. so thank you for that. it makes me glad that i wrote this story in the first place.

chapter lovies for erica, irene, my angelface, em, aiden and aiden's gayer than gay boyfriend who just made my day with his elaborate dedication to the

SYTYCD finale.

Chapter 18: Sweet Thing

...and you shall take me strongly in your arms again, and I will not remember that I even felt the pain...

Bella
-

I didn't know what to expect from the morning and worse yet I didn't know what to expect from myself or Leah. My eyes fluttered open, but I lay still. I was wrapped comfortably in Leah's arms and I knew from the gentle way she was stroking my side that she was awake. I blinked, looking at the clock. I had thirty minutes before I had to get up, but I didn't want to move. I was warm, pressed against her soft body. Some time during the night we had made our way under the covers. I was comfortable, but at the same time I was terrified.

Leah had said a lot of things, made a few promises, but I didn't know if I could trust myself to make the right decision. What if something minor happen and she went back on it all. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle that.

I closed my eyes again, not ready to let her know that I was awake and then there was a soft knock on the door. Leah didn't say anything, but moved a little bit to pull the covers tighter around us, almost like she was concealing my nakedness and hers.

I sensed the door open.

"Hi," Rosalie whispered.

"Hey," Leah replied even softer. I rolled over, snuggling closer to her. Even though I was "asleep" as far as Rose was concerned, I felt like I couldn't face her direction. I wasn't ready to acknowledge her just yet.

I heard the door click shut and felt the shift on the bed as Rosalie came to sit down next to us.

"Is everything okay?" she asked. I twitched a little as Rose stroked my hair. I felt Leah shrug, an appropriate reaction. They were both silent for a moment, before Rose spoke again. "Are you okay?" she asked Leah.

"Yeah," she whispered. I couldn't really gauge her tone so my eyes opened automatically so I could see her face. Our eyes met and I could see she was conflicted. Yes, Rose knew that she and I had a serious talk that obviously ended in some serious naked time, but Rose had no clue what that conversation really entailed. Leah's eyes reflected my own terror back to me.

"Hi," I yawned before turning to Rose. She smiled at me expectantly then kissed me on my forehead.

"We have to get ready for work soon," she said.

My stomach growled and I giggled. "Yeah I know. I'm up."

"I'll make you guys some breakfast," Leah said. We both moved so she could get up. I tried to keep my focus on Rose, but out of the corner of my eye I watched Leah getting dressed. I didn't want her to leave, but I didn't know exactly what I wanted.

She slipped into her clothes and out the door.

"You guys talked, I take it?" Rose asked.

"Yeah. We're fine. Thanks," I yawned again, avoiding Rose's eyes.

"Okay. Good," she said firmly. With that Rose left me to get ready. The whole time I was on auto-pilot, replaying the things Leah had said over and over again in my mind. The things she told me, the way we held each other, the silent tears she couldn't hold back - they all tore at my heart. I believed her about everything, about Emily and Jake and me and the girls, but I had no idea what to do with that information. So I decided to do exactly what I told her I would. I decided to just play things by ear.

The weeks that followed were oddly tense. On the outside I tried to act normally and I think I did a fairly good job. No one questioned my behavior, but on the inside I was a mess. Leah had offered me something I had never thought to consider; a life, a relationship, love with her and her alone.

I knew the pattern of her emotional down swings so even when I came down to breakfast and she was perfectly polite and affectionate to Rose and I, I was waiting for the inevitable turn. Leah had never promised me anything before, other than to stay out of my way, but she had gone back on that. She had promised Rose and Alice, by signing that lease, that she would agree to this relationship and everything that came with it. By treating me the way she had, she violated that agreement over and over. I knew it would be a matter of time before something else happened and we would be back at the beginning, back on the stairs, back to hurting each other.

But the turn never came.

Leah kept to her word, waiting patiently for my decision. I went to school that day, slightly distracted, but still mindful that when I came home that night, despite what Leah wanted, I had two other people waiting for me, two people that I loved. During the time it took for me to decide I refused to hurt them.

The four of us went about business as usual. I came home and went running with Rose and Leah. Alice came home and the four of us had dinner, talking about our day. Leah really listened to me now, interested in how school was going. And I actually took the opportunity to ask her more about her work and her modeling.

Rose and Alice seemed impressed and a little wary that Leah and I actually seemed to be in a good place, but they didn't say anything. They were probably just as scared as I was to put their faith in the idea that Leah and I had truly made amends.

"I have a shoot at the end of the week and then I booked a feature that starts on Sunday," she said hesitantly.

I glanced at Rosalie and Alice who seemed to be holding their breath, like they still knew something I didn't.

"You don't sounds so excited about it," I commented to Leah.

"Well, I'll just be gone for a while," she confessed.

"Oh. Where to?" I swallowed, trying not to think about what that meant to me. Or to her.

"Texas for three weeks and then back here to shoot for another two," Leah said. She tried not to be too obvious in the way she was watching for my reaction. I didn't really know how to feel about it. We'd just made up. It had only been twenty-four hours and she was now telling me she would essentially be gone for five weeks.

"That's a long time," I muttered, but quickly changed my tone. "But it'll be fun right? Three weeks on location."

"Yeah, it should be pretty cool."

"I'm gonna send you so many naked pictures of me," Alice laughed, clearing the tension from the air. Rose subtly squeezed my leg under the table. I pretended the comfort she was offering worked.

Leah and I had three days, well nights - together before she left, but of course we spent all the time with the girls. As those three days went by she and I did our best to remain casual, but it was hard. For her, because she had made her feelings clear. She only wanted to be with me. And it was hard for me because I knew how she felt, but I still didn't know where I stood. It wouldn't have been fair to Alice or Rose for me to spend their last three days with Leah monopolizing her time on a future I wasn't sure about.

she and I did talk a lot more. We talked about everything really, everything but us. She told me about her dad; how the cancer had come on quickly and unexpected.

"We thought for a little while that chemo would do the trick, but it didn't," she shrugged. They buried him on a Tuesday and Leah went to his grave every opportunity she got, including Christmas morning before Charlie and I had come back over.

She told me about her tattoo. In their ancient legends the wolf served as protector of the Quileute land and its people. She didn't go into great detail, but I could see in her eyes, just how much her heritage meant to her.

She showed me her modeling portfolio. Adidas ads, stills from music videos and close ups of her hair from an Herbal Essence commercial, one I remembered seeing many times.

"That was your hair?" I asked, eying her dark tresses.

"Yeah. I got paid a lot to just wash it a few dozen times," she laughed.

"Why didn't they use your face?" I asked. The girl in the commercial who was supposedly the lucky owner of this head of hair was nowhere near as pretty as Leah.

"Sometimes they pick out the model first and then just piece together the rest. All of her that was in the commercial was her face."

"Hmmph," I replied looking at the rest of the photos. Hair and Make-up paid well, but she was accustomed to working so much and she liked sending the extra money home to her mom. I couldn't blame her. Sue was clearly a great mom to everyone on the reservation. She gave completely of herself for the people she cared for. Sue was wonderful and I made sure I told Leah that.

Later I told her more about my mom and Phil, how long my parents had been split up, all the reasons why I was glad to have grown up in sunny Phoenix instead of gloomy Forks. The subject was changed quickly though, after Leah commented that if I had, we would have met years ago. I didn't want to consider that, for a lot of reasons.

The strain of the situation came in different flavors. Those three days were filled with this bizarre push and pull. I had always loved the way Leah could make me feel. It was hard to admit it, but she made love to me better than Rose and Alice had. I had to go the extra mile not to hog her all to myself when the four of us were together. And I could see in her eyes the extra effort she was putting in to fuck Alice and Rose the way they knew she could.

That push and pull made the times we did touch almost painful. Leah was holding back. Not that the skill wasn't there, but she was trying so hard not to give her feelings away. I don't know what Rose and Alice saw, but it didn't work.

Every time Leah and I got a chance to touch, we were so eager - our kisses hard and forceful, her grasp on me almost enough to bruise. By the third night I was useless against it.

The four of us were on the couch. Leah and I had purposefully gone after Alice and Rose, making them come until they were shaking so that she and I were left to take care of each other.

The two of them collapsed on the far end of the couch, naked and breathing heavy as Leah pulled me on top of her. We gazed at each other for a moment. I had so many things I wanted to say, but there was no way I could say them. They would only cause Rose and Alice to ask questions and I knew if I couldn't answer them, not yet. And in the moment my uncertainty would only cause Leah more heartache.

I kissed her instead, grinding my leg between her thighs, hoping that she knew that what I meant to say, what my body was trying to tell her…

I do love you, but I don't know if it's enough.

I don't want you to go.

I'm not ready for you to go.

Our moans and our whimpers became more frantic and I could feel all the things I thought she was trying to say.

I love you.

I don't want to go… not without you.

We came, our bodies crushed together, our lips desperately clinging together. Rose and Alice paid us little attention though, kissing and fondling each other, but it didn't matter. In those moments Leah and I were the only two in the world.

The four of us crawled into Rose's bed, snuggled around each other one last time before Leah had to go. I didn't realize how exhausted I was and I slipped under quickly after the lights went out, Alice in front of me and Leah behind.

A gentle nudging woke me in the middle of the night.

For a moment I knew what I was seeing but my brain wasn't processing it. Leah stood above the bed, fully dressed.

I squeezed my eyes shut, peeling my head off the pillow and looked back up at her again. She pressed her finger to her mouth, nodding towards the door. I slowly extracted myself from Alice's grasp and followed Leah out into the hallway.

"Go throw on some jeans and a shirt," she whispered. From the way she was dressed I assumed she meant for me to put on socks and a bra too. I was so out of it I just nodded and wandered back to my room. As I pulled on my clothes I started waking up. I was curious about what the heck she had in mind.

When I finished her and I tip-toed down the stairs. I pulled on my Chuck's by the door and Leah handed me a leather jacket and a motorcycle helmet. Apparently they were Alice's - from the few times she rode around with Leah. That was when I really woke up. In silence I slid on the jacket, not bothering to ask any questions, my nerves firing up. She pulled on her jacket and we snuck out to the driveway. She threw a leg over her bike and showed me me where to put my feet once I hopped on. With as much coordination as possible I climbed up behind her and slid the visor down over my eyes. Leah quickly pulled her helmet on and slowly backed around Alice's car.

I gripped her waist as she guided us off our street, but I admittedly freaked a bit when she turned on the third, flooring it down the street. I gripped her body tighter and although I couldn't be sure over the purr of the engine, I think Leah was laughing at me.

I would never have the guts to ride a motorcycle myself, but as we headed up Western Ave. I could completely see why Leah loved the machine. I loved feeling the wind whip past my body. I loved being wrapped around Leah, my heart thumping in my chest as we both dipped towards the pavement on every turn. As corny as it sounds I couldn't help but think it truly was an exhilarating ride.

The streets of Hollywood were nearly deserted. We rode down Sunset and out of Hollywood down into Beverly Hills. We didn't stop anywhere, making a complete circle down into Santa Monica and back east on Venice towards the house. I loved every single second of the ride. I could have done without the combined eight inches of plastic between my lips and the back of her neck, but at every stop light Leah could feel me sigh, the contentment and frustration swirling together. Every time she'd take her hand off the clutch and gently stroke the back of my hand, if even for a moment.

By the time we got back home, there was only two hours before the cab arrived to take her to the airport. She waited for me in my room while I slipped back in my pjs and then she quietly tucked me back in bed between Alice and Rose. She didn't say anything, but this time she didn't have to. Instead she kissed me softly on the lips before slipping out the door. It was a proper goodbye. If I decided we couldn't be together while she was gone, Leah would know that she'd had me to herself, the way she wanted to - if only for that one night.

The next three weeks were nothing short of miserable. We talked on the phone a few times and sent a few casual text, never saying what we really felt, but all in all I tried to separate myself from her. I finally had time to think. Leah wasn't around to make me feel guilty with her gentle touches and sincere words. I could really examine the situation.

I took stock of everything, starting with the girls. The nights we spent together were still amazing. Rosalie still made me feel loved. Alice still made me feel wanted. Leah had been absent from our sex lives so often that I should have been more than comfortable being with just the two of them, but I wasn't.

I found myself longing for Leah's touch. And then it began to occur to me, that all the superficial stuff aside, her perfect lips, her gorgeous ass, it was her body, her warmth that I craved the most. I started thinking about her while Alice's fingers were inside of me. Fantasies of Leah would run through my head while I fucked Rose with my tongue. And the more I thought about her that way, the more I wanted her, the more I missed her.

And as the days went by, Rose and Alice became less and less of a physical comfort to me and that was a problem – or maybe it was the answer.

It had nothing to do with her physical skill and everything thing to with the way I knew in the back of my mind that I truly felt about her. In those few days before she left Leah had shown me the real her - finally. She was kind, she was giving and honest. She was vulnerable. She missed her father terribly and she was grateful that our parents had found each other. She worried for Claire and her pregnancy. She called Jake and his sisters often, checking in to share news or just to let them know that they were loved and missed. She was glad that she and Jake had remained friends and that after the loss of Senior that Jake had taken Seth under his wing. She knew how to make me laugh and she listened, finally showing to me that I did matter to her. Everything about me mattered.

I did love the girls, but now it wasn't enough to fill the void of Leah's absence, but I didn't know what that meant. I didn't know if I was really ready to trade them in for Leah and only Leah.

I asked myself, If you pick Leah, do you want to move out? Do you want to leave Alice and Rose searching for another three and another four?

That idea didn't sit well with me. I didn't want to be replaced. I didn't want someone new sharing it what I had with Rose and Alice, but did I want to stay?

Then I strongly had to consider if I wanted to really be with Leah and just Leah. Did I want to be Leah's girlfriend? The night at the club came back to me, along with all the other times, when it had been just the two of us, in our own world.

Did that time make me anxious? No.

Did I find myself missing Alice and Rose? No.

Was I filled with this odd sense of pride every time Leah pulled me to her, laying her claim on me, if only for a short period of time? Did I feel loved by her? Did I feel safe and trusted?

The answer to all of those questions was yes. Rose and Alice were my heart and my desire, but Leah was all of those things and more. She made me feel wanted and loved. She made me feel special and admired, protected, appreciated and needed.

Rose and Alice were the best friends I'd ever had and clearly two of the best lovers. I had their feelings to consider, but I knew in the long run if I wasn't honest with them about my feelings they would get hurt. I needed to come to a final decision and soon. Strangely Emmett would be the one to push me to it

I stayed late one day at school, grading sonnets I had just collected when he came wandering in my classroom door.

"You almost done, Swan?" he said plopping down in a desk directly across from mine. He barely fit, but he didn't seem to care.

"Uh- yeah." I looked at my clock. It was almost five. I had missed my second run with Rosalie that week. I knew she wouldn't mind, but I was starting to. "Em, let me ask you something?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Do you think my living situation is a good one? I mean besides the fact that it's your ultimate fantasy come true."

"Honestly?"

"Yes," I encouraged. Emmett thought for a sec, the way he did when he actually considered his words, instead of blurting the first thing that came to mind.

"Honestly," he said. "No. I guess it must be cool for a little while, but I mean I know you Swan. You seem like the mom – settling-down type whether you're with a dude or not. I really wouldn't take you for one to be living in a porno."

"Yeah," I muttered looking down.

"Don't get me wrong, you totally lucked out with the selection, but is that what you want long term." He waited and then said. "Ill take that as a NO," when I didn't answer.

I swallowed then looked up at him. "Leah wants to be with me – as in just me."

"Oh." He was just as shocked as I had been, but then he said, "She beat the ever living fuck out of James, you know?"

"I thought you helped." I could feel the surprise on my face. What else had she done for me?

"I helped her find him and I was more than ready to take turns, but damn dude, she got in that first punch – I didn't even have to hold him. She fucked him up. All makes sense now," he shrugged.

"Yeah –" It seemed like a good time to just tell him the whole story; all the drama through the beginning, things with Emily and her family, the insanity that had gone on between us. Emmett listened, only speaking when he wanted me to clarify certain parts.

When I'd spit everything out he had one follow up question. "How do you feel?" I realized I had given him the play by play, but had remained silent but my actual role in it all.

"How do I feel about what?" I asked, stalling.

"Do you want to be with her? More than Rosalie and Alice," he asked. I couldn't get out of it now. Emmett wasn't stupid and he hadn't sat through a forty minute story for me to giving him some bullshit line about how I didn't know. "Bella, it's a yes or no question."

Did I miss her? Yes. Did I love her? Yes. Was I in love with her…

I could feel her fingertips on me, caressing my hair down my back. I could hear the low thump of her heart beat as I lay my cheek on her bare breast. I was comforted by it all and I wanted it back.

I looked up at him confidently and said, "Yes."

"Well then, you have your answer. Now let's get the fuck out of here. I'm starving." I laughed at him while I packed up my stuff. Then I followed him out to the parking lot, out towards the reality of my decision.

Four days later Leah came home. She had one day off to give production time to set thing up in Los Angeles before they started shooting again. The night she was due to arrive, I made dinner for the girls, like always, smiled and laughed though a few silly Alice stories and convincingly played along while Rosalie talked dirty to me. I even managed to fall asleep for a few hours sandwiched in between them, but almost like clock work, my eyes opened at two a.m.

The girls quickly readjusted as I shimmied out of bed. They were soundly back to sleep before I could even pull my hoodie on.

I crept out the door, greeted by a familiar scene. The lights were off and TV was on downstairs. I expected to find Leah on the porch again, finishing the spaghetti and meatballs I had left her. Instead I found her still dressed in a t-shirt and some jeans, sitting up, asleep on the couch. Her head was tilted back on the cushions, her arms folded across her chest like she had just meant to close her eyes, but had passed out all together.

I didn't want to wake her, but she was home now. I had to be near her. I sat down gently next to her, pulling a blanket over us. She didn't wake up, but huffed a bit and draped her arm over my shoulder, tugging me closer. Her fingers dragged across my arm for a moment, but stopped as her breathing grew deeper. I was instantly at ease, back in her embrace. I wondered for a moment though if in her sleep she knew which of the three of us she was holding.

I stared at the TV for a while, half watching the episode of Law and Order, half listening to Leah's heartbeat. I knew I'd made the right decision. I could see myself like this, every day and every night, alone with her. I wanted to be hers and I didn't want to share. When she woke up I would tell her in no uncertain terms that my answer was yes and as far as I was concerned, she was already mine.

Olivia was slamming the door on the interrogation room just as I drifted off to sleep.

Dull gray light clouded the windows of the living room when I opened my eyes again. I could tell that Leah was awake. She was actively stroking my hair. It felt so nice.

The TV was still on, now show casing an infomercial for the Snuggie, probably the world's most ridiculous product.

I looked at the clock. It was a little before five and then it dawned on me – it was Saturday. The little fact made by heart jump. Leah and I could talk and then we could spend the whole day together. I turned to her. I was ready.

I peered up at her face, but stopped. Something was wrong.

"I thought I could do this, but I can't. I can't share you with them anymore. I have to move out," she whispered. I tucked my head back under her chin and pulled her other hand into my lap.

"Then I'm coming with you," I whispered back.

She bolted up right and I sat back cautiously. We both just stared at each other for a moment. I could see the questions raging behind her eyes, the disbelief. It was my turn to come clean.

"I want to be with you," I told her. "Just you."

"Just me?" Her eyebrow rose, still unsure.

"Yes. I love you." Not really having a plan beyond those words, I shifted under the blanket, straddling her lap. Her arms automatically went to the small of my back. I sighed then took another deep breath. "I'm not sure I need to explain it – I just know. This all doesn't make sense without you."

"And you're ready to move out, if they ask us to?" she asked, knowing how much I loved our home. But that didn't matter anymore. She did.

"Yes."

"And you will let me take care of you?" she asked knowing just how much I hated the idea of being financially dependent on anyone else. But I knew what she meant. I didn't need anything from her, but she wanted me to accept everything she wanted to give.

"Yes," I whispered. "You don't mind that I can't really dance?"

"Not at all. I can do the dancing for the both of us," she smirked, gently tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Overcome, I collapsed on her shoulder, burying my face in her neck. We were here finally. Together the way we both wanted to be, but it didn't seem like enough.

I wrapped my arms tighter around her back. "I missed you. So much." I sat up again looking her in the eye, the desperation bubbling over. The longing, the aching pain the filled our separation, no one had ever had that effect on me. "I didn't know I could feel this way."

"Neither did I," she replied. Her gaze sent a shock right through my core, something she must have felt too. Slowly her hand came up to my face and lazily she pulled her thumb across my bottom lip. An almost instant reaction, my eyes closed and the tip of my tongue greeted the soft pad of her finger. We shivered at the same time.

My eyes snapped open. I pulled her hand away quickly and dove in for the kiss. I have no idea what came over me. Our lips crashed together and my tongue plunged into her mouth. Leah kissed me back, but I could feel her struggling beneath me. She pulled her mouth away. I ignored the rejection and went right for her neck. My body truly had a mind of its own. I felt myself groping at Leah's shirt, grinding helplessly against her stomach.

She gently gripped the base of my ponytail and tried to pull me off of her. "B – Baby – Stop," she panted. I would have if thought she really meant it, but I could feel her body squirming. She wanted me just as bad I wanted her. "B –"

I sprang up right again, brushing some renegade strands of hair out of my face. I looked at Leah's face and I knew exactly what she was thinking. She didn't think I was thinking clearly. She thought I was operating on pure unbalanced emotion. I was a little over-excited to be with her, but I wasn't crazy. Later in the day, when I'd calmed down I knew my feelings would be the same.

"I need you right now." I slowly I leaned forward and kissed her softly, then whispered against her lips. "I'm going to need you tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the day after that." My voice dropped to a hush of a whisper. "I want to be with you – always."

"I love you," she whispered back.

"Good - I need you to." This time she let me kiss her just as hard as I wanted to and this time she kissed me back, gripping my hips tightly.

The flood gates opened. It's strange when you know you're going to get what you want, but you chase after it, grab for it as if in that moment it's the last thing you'll ever possibly get your hands on. I wanted Leah to touch me so bad. She already was, but it was like she wasn't touching me fast enough. I had no idea why I wasn't naked yet.

I brought our kissing to a halt and ripped my hoodie over my head. Leah caught on quickly, sucking my nipple roughly into her mouth. I rubbed pussy against her, feeling the fabric of panties and her shirt excite the ridge of my clit. I moaned, gripping a fistful of her hair.

"Shit – Jesu—" I wasn't trying to make sense. It was impossible. The way her teeth nipped at my breast. I was half crazy – for her.

Leah moved quickly, tossing the blanket on the floor, supporting my weight for a half a second, before she dumped me on my back, sprawled across the cushions. Still panting from the tingling sensation in my nipples, my eyes fought to stay open. I was licking my lips automatically, my thighs rubbing together while I caught glimpses of Leah fighting to get her shirt and bra and jeans to the floor.

Once she was successful, she climbed on top of me, kissing my mouth with all she had. I arched on the couch, just praying her hands would get to work.

Suddenly Leah grabbed my wrists, pinning them both above my head. She'd never been this rough before, but I loved it.

"You want me to make you come, Baby?" she growled into my ear.

I squirmed on the couch, not trying to get away, just trying to get some friction between my legs. "Yes," I panted.

Her left hand darted into my panties, but stopped before she could do anything good with it. Her right hand was still grasping my wrists. Sensing her eyes on me, I opened my eyes, looking up. Leah had never looked so gorgeous. In the dim light, she tossed her head back, throwing her long hair to one side, her lips so plump and wet from my kisses and her tongue. I even marveled at the dark rounds of her nipples on the edge of my vision. Further down, she'd kept on her black panties. I couldn't wait to rip them off.

Her eyes met mine and slowly she slid her fingers down the last fraction of inch to cup my clit. It felt so fucking good, but I kept my eyes open. I wanted to watch her while she touched me. It worked for the most part.

It was an intense cycle. The curling of her fingers set off the swirling of my hips and the frantic breathing and licking of lips. She watched me carefully, watching my body and my face, listening closely to my moaning and just like always she knew how to tease me and make me wait, how to get me wetter and wanting her more.

This was the other half of what mattered. I loved Leah and she loved me. I saw now that she did care for me. She did want to get to know me better. I wanted her to take care of me and I wanted to learn every part of her. I knew she could be the best friend that I would want and need, but knowing that she could turn my body inside out, that she could satisfy me in such a complete way, it locked the certainty into place.

Leah was the only one for me.

She slid her fingers inside me, gripping my wrists even tighter. The movements she made against my body were more than enough to make me come undone. Her lips searched my lips, her teeth grazed and bit into my neck and her tongue lapped over the throbbing buds of my nipples.

I don't know how I held out for so long, or why I even bothered to. I couldn't fight it anymore and just as I was about to let go Leah purred, "Come B. Come for me, baby."

The sheer honey dripping from her voice sent my body trembling and clenching around her. My head dug deep into the couch, my voice lost to nonsensical cries as I felt the moisture burst from between my legs, covering Leah's hand and every inch of my thighs.

She kissed me slowly, allowing me a few moments to recover. It was all I needed before I set out, determined to return the favor.

Leah felt perfect under my lips. I wanted to please her and I think I did, well enough. She came hard as I licked at her, her fingers tangled deep in my hair. I wanted to cry when I felt her come. I nearly came apart myself at the sound of her whimpering my name in ecstasy.

Afterward we lay for a long time, our bodies pressed together under the reclaimed blanket. She stroked my hair and I listened to her heartbeat. In a few hours Rose and Alice would come down stairs looking for something to eat. Leah and I would be dressed already, in the kitchen waiting with breakfast for them.

I was sorry, in a way, that things would end like this, after seven short months. But it was over. I had made decision and we had to move forward with it. No matter what Alice and Rosalie felt or had to say, I wanted to be with Leah. I thought of the ways we could tell them and then I thought of what all those things added up to.

I am in love.

-+- THE END-+-

calm down. there's an epilogue.

so i did a little mini interview with the girls. Harlow posted some awesome questions that i couldnt resist answering right away. those are on page 76 of the twilighted thread.

i also had a really emo moment last night and just had to look at naked girls. i went a little overboard on page 73.

im gonna skip over to hollywood with the bf and see gi joe. cant wait to hear what you ladies think when i get back.