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**4**
"Is she finally asleep? " Bella asked Rosalie as the beautiful Blonde entered the living room.
Rosalie smiled and sat down next to her best friend on the couch. "We didn't even make it to Prince Charming kissing Snow White in the glass coffin."
"Resha is all crazy about princesses." Bella stated while she filled some white wine into the glasses in front of them. The new computer program Charlie had ordered for the police department wasn't working properly. He had been furious about it. At least, Bella thought, I'll get to have an extra day-off thanks to fucked-up technology.
"Cheers," Rosalie said, clicking her glass against Bella's. "Hmm, that's good wine."
Bella took a gulp from her drink before she put it back on the table. Her fingertip circled over the edge of the glass for a few moments. "I missed you."
"Then you shouldn't have moved to Forks." Rosalie told her, nipping on the wine again. It had been a while since she had any alcohol. She needed to be careful not to get tipsy.
After lifting her glass to her lips to drink again, Bella cleared her throat. "You know why I had to."
Rosalie wrapped her left arm around Bella and leaned her head against the brunette's shoulder. "It's because you wanted a fresh start. Right?"
"Kind of like that. But it's difficult. Living under one roof with my father isn't always easy."
Rosalie nipped on her wine. "I can imagine that. When I still lived with my mother and Jazz, she and I fought every day."
Lucy should have gotten herself a new husband, Bella thought. That would probably have made that woman's mood a bit better. How embittered could a single person be?
"More wine?" Bella asked, pouring a bit more of the wine into her own glass. Pleasant warmth started to spread through her veins with every sip of the drink she took.
"Yes, please." Rosalie mumbled. "God, I missed our girl-nights so much."
"You have other friends in Seattle."
Rosalie frowned. "They are not you. No one knows me like you. When I'm with you I don't have to pretend."
Bella gulped down the content of her glass thirstily. The lasagna had turned out a bit too salty for her liking. Her fingers brushed gently over Rosalie's left hand. The gold ring with the diamond on it sparkled beautifully against the pale skin.
"Maybe you should just start being like you are in front of everyone. You do with me and it's not that bad, is it?"
Rosalie sighed and closed her eyes. The contacts she was wearing were irritating them a bit. She couldn't wait to take them out later. Why was Bella suggesting this nonsense to her? Nobody cared to know how she was really like. Not her girlfriends back in Seattle and sure as hell not her fiancé. He thought her to be a beautiful angel. The young woman didn't feel like destroying this image.
"Nobody loves me like you do, Bella." she whispered softly. "You know me and still care."
"You need to have a little more faith in people. A lot of people would still love you if you put your guards down."
The Blonde shook her head while Bella continued rubbing her fingertip lightly down the back of Rosalie's hand.
"Your ring is pretty. It looks expensive."
"Carlisle got it from Tiffany's. He has excellent taste in jewelry. "
Bella filled her glass for the third time. The wine was starting to make her feel a bit dizzy. She needed to stop drinking soon or she would end up with another migraine in the morning.
"That's kind of gay, if you're asking me." She giggled. "Men are not supposed to know about things like jewelry."
A bit of wine splashed over Bella's jeans when Rosalie hit her with a pillow. "My fiancé is not gay. He's just sophisticated."
"Like many other gay men." Bella teased her friend. She stood up from the couch, trying to ignore the shaking of the floor underneath her. "I think I should lie down now. It's late and my night and day rhythm is messed up at the moment."
"Sure, I'm tired too. Let's go upstairs and sleep. You're not snoring, are you?"
Bella laughed. "The only person here that snores is you."
The pretty Blonde frowned and crossed her arms in front of her chest, pushing her breasts up a bit higher. "I do not snore."
"Sure you do." Bella said, walking up the stairs. "I wonder how you got a man to ask you to marry him after he heard that noise you make when you are asleep."
Another pillow hit her head from behind. "You're so mean. I hate you."
"No, you love me, Beautiful." Bella mumbled. "I know you do."
A few minutes later Rosalie and Bella were lying together on Bella's bed. Rosalie had twisted her hair up before hopping under the shower, but the ends of her long blonde curls were still damp.
"Your hair smells so good." Bella murmured. "I love it."
"At least my hair smells good." Rosalie giggled. "That will hopefully make up for it when Carlisle finds out that I snore worse than ten drunken sailors. God, how much I regret that stupid nose-job."
Bella nuzzled her face against Rosalie's neck. "What do you mean, when he finds out?"
Rosalie sat up. She untied her hair and combed through it with her fingers. "You're going to laugh if I tell you."
"I won't." Bella vowed, holding her hand up. "Is he deaf? I mean Charlie is pretty bad at hearing from time to time and as he and your Beau, are around the same age—"
"They are not the same age!" Rosalie protested. "You are so mean today. Why can't you just try to be happy for me?"
The pissed-off expression on Rosalie's face made it obvious for Bella that she had taken it a bit too far with the teasing. Gently she pulled Rosalie into her arms and wrapped the blankets around them.
"I'm sorry. I really am. If he makes you happy, that's all that counts."
Rosalie turned around, snuggling against her friend from behind. "You are forgiven because I love you."
"Thanks." Bella whispered. "Are you uncomfortable? The bed isn't really made for two people."
The brunette shivered a bit when Rosalie kissed her shoulder. "It's fine. I don't mind being your cuddle buddy." Rose stated. After a little break she added. "If I tell you something, will you promise me you won't laugh?"
"Yes."
"Look, I know it's old-fashioned but oh, Bella, it's so very romantic at the same time."
"What is romantic?" Bella asked, feeling her eyelids becoming heavier.
"Carlisle and I, we haven't done it yet. He's such a goddamn gentleman. But it proves he truly cares for me, doesn't it?"
Bella's tiredness was suddenly gone. Rose and Doc Charming didn't have sex with each other? Why? What man doesn't want to jump a woman's bones as soon as possible; especially when the woman was as beautiful as Rosalie?
"Say something, Bella."
"I don't know what to say. It's so weird. Why don't you want to do it? Neither you nor him are virgins, right?"
Rosalie sighed. Bella could feel her warm breathe against her neck. "He's a romantic and hopelessly old-fashioned. Sex is not that important anyway."
Bella shifted a bit around on the bed. She felt too warm. For the first time, since she had moved back here, she wanted to open the window for the night.
"But you do like sex. Right?" Bella asked. It was clearly the alcohol that was making her all giggly and talkative tonight.
"Yes, of course, I like it. It's nice."
"Nice?"
"Yeah, nice, but nothing more," Rosalie made a sound like an embarrassed giggle. "I can't even…oh no…I can't tell you about that…it's so emb-b-barassing."
Bella interlaced her fingers through Rosalie's and gave them a gentle tug. "You can tell me anything."
"I can't, I can't come when I have sex. Isn't that pathetic?"
"Rose, a lot of women can't climax during intercourse. That's normal."
"I don't come ever. No matter what kind of technique my previous boyfriends used to make me…explode…like they called it. Nothing worked."
Rosalie rested her chin on Bella's shoulder. "Did asshole make you come?"
"Not every time." Bella confessed. "He wasn't very good at taking care of my needs." A deep-drawn sigh left Bella's mouth. "I had to take things in my own hands way too often."
The Blonde exhaled through parted lips. "You play with yourself?"
"Doesn't everybody do that? At least now and then, I think."
"I never masturbate. I don't understand what the whole fuss is about."
Bella groaned. "Well, it feels good. Who else could know better how to pleasure you than yourself?"
Rosalie kissed Bella's ear. The wine she had earlier made her lightheaded. "Tell me how you do it. Will you?"
"Rose," Bella breathed. "I can't."
"Please," the Blonde behind her pleaded in a low voice. "Nobody will ever know. It'll be our secret." She kissed Bella's earlobe a second time and cuddled a bit closer against her friend, wrapping her left leg around the brunette's thigh.
"Well," Bella started hesitantly. "Most times I just start by lying on my back. Then I let my hand move under my shirt to cup my breasts."
"Go on," Rosalie whispered. "What else do you do?"
"I wet my fingers and roll them over my nipples until they are hard. Sometimes I like to pull and twist them a little."
"That's hot." Rosalie breathed against Bella's ear. "I like having my boobs played with."
"Maybe you should give playing with yourself another try. Massage your breasts a bit when you are under the shower the next time."
The image of Rosalie's dripping wet body, those perfectly manicured hands lathering the full globes of her breasts in smooth circles, sent an unexpected wave of arousal through Bella. She knew it was wrong to think of her best friend in this way. Yet she couldn't push the pictures out of her head.
"I let my finger glide over my underwear." She mumbled, barely able to suppress the huskiness in her voice. "To feel how wet I am."
Behind her Rosalie shivered. Having Bella tell her about her masturbation technique was supposed to be a joke. But with every word her friend spoke, Rosalie could feel fire crawling through her veins. She had to swallow back the moans that kept building deep inside her throat.
"I push my panties down and start rubbing my thumb over my clit." Bella pressed her thighs together to relieve a bit of the needy throbbing. It wasn't enough.
She freed herself from Rosalie's tight embrace and rushed to the bathroom. There she pulled down her pajama bottoms and sat down on the closed toilet lid. Bella kept her eyes closed the entire time while her fingers rubbed frantically over her slick folds. Memories of Rosalie touching her small breasts with too cold hands, the tingle in her stomach as her friend had caressed her new womanly curves. They had both been so young, so innocent back then.
Bella pressed her left hand against her mouth to suppress her moan as she started thrusting her fingers inside herself. Her inner walls clenched and massaged the digits as a rough climax triggered through her body.
"Fuck," Bella cursed when she managed to stand up again. She felt like her legs had turned into some kind human jello. Mechanically, she pressed the flush and went over to the sink to wash her hands thoroughly. "You so fucked up, Swan."
Rosalie sat up in the bed when Bella returned to the bedroom. "Where were you?"
"Had to pee," Bella said, avoiding eye-contact with her best friend. What in heaven's name was wrong with her? She had never lied to Rosalie before. But there was no way she could tell her what she had just done in the bathroom. Fantasies were a fun thing. Even fantasies had to stick to some kind of rules though, didn't they?
"Are you alright, you seem a little flushed." Rosalie asked, biting her lower lip. "You're not angry at me, are you?"
"No, I'm not. I'm just a bit stressed because it's way too hot inside this room," Bella stated, walking over to the window to open it wide. The icy wind that blew in made the fine hairs on Bella's forearm stand up. She took several deep breaths, enjoying how the wind cooled her overheated skin. The heat inside her though, this strange, tingling heat, stayed just the way it was.