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[A/N] Thanks to all my lovely readers out there who take the time to read my little fic.
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**21**
"Good morning, Beautiful." Bella whispered softly when Rosalie started blinking tiredly at her though her silky eyelashes. "Did you sleep well?"
She circled her fingertip over Rosalie's cheek and smiled. There was a deep feeling of happiness inside her that filled Bella's heart.
"I had a dream." Rosalie mumbled rubbing her eyes. "You were in it too."
"Was it a good dream?" Bella asked, moving her fingers lower, down to where her lips had left a dark red mark on the Blonde's pale-skinned throat.
Rosalie's face turned pink with heat. "We made love. You…you made love to me."
Bella lowered her head and touched her lips very lightly against Rosalie's. "Yes, I did. You're not regretting what happened between us last night, do you?"
Rosalie shook her head no. There was no way she could ever regret making love with Bella. Her whole life, Rosalie had always craved this perfect connection of emotional and physical closeness. It had never happened to her with one of her several ex-boyfriends. Maybe she really was gay. At least, she had never felt so safe with anyone but Bella.
"But you're worried about what will happen now. Aren't you?" Bella asked, placing her hand on Rosalie's wrist. "I'm worried too. But we'll make it. I know, we will."
Rosalie sighed deeply. "I hope, we will. Hey, why don't you just hop under the shower while I make my signature breakfast for us?"
Rosalie's so-called signature breakfast was a delicious cholesterol bomb with slices of crispy bacon, buttered toast and some scrambled eggs. Before she went downstairs in the kitchen to prepare it, she had put on a long shirt and tied up her hair to have it out of the way. Rose was just about to whisk the eggs in a bowl when she heard the water of the shower running upstairs.
The thought of a naked Bella standing underneath the shower made Rosalie's inside clench with a wave of lust. She imagined how Bella was lathering her breasts with the vanilla scented body wash she always liked to use.
Breakfast can wait, Rosalie told herself, placing the eggs back into the refrigerator. Then she went upstairs again and headed for the bathroom.
Bella didn't hear her climbing into the shower and squeaked when she suddenly felt Rosalie's bare breasts against her back.
"This okay?" Rosalie whispered wrapping her arms tightly around her best friend. No, not friend, she reminded herself. It's lover now. But are we still friends too?
"It's perfect." Bella answered, turning her head to capture Rosalie's mouth in a passionate kiss. "You're perfect. I love you."
Rosalie let her hands glide up Bella's ribcage until she felt the soft roundness of Breasts against her fingertips. Yes, this was good. She wanted to feel all of Bella's soft skin.
"I've never had sex underneath a shower. Have you?" Rosalie asked, tugging playfully on the hard nipples between her fingers.
"Doesn't matter…Fuck." Bella cursed under her breathe, leaning closer against the taller woman behind her. "This feels so good. Don't stop."
"I wasn't planning on stopping." Rose stated, grabbing the bottle with the body wash from the shelf. She put a gracious dollop of the creamy soap on her hands. Then she started massaging it into Bella's neck with her right hand while the left one continued fondling Bella's breast tenderly.
"Your muscles are tensed. Maybe that's why your head is always hurting."
"Maybe." Bella breathed, closing her eyes to enjoy Rosalie's tender caresses. Between her legs, slick arousal was dripping down the inside of her thighs. Bella's clit throbbed with an almost unbearable need to be touched.
"Please," she finally whispered guiding Rose's hand down her flat abdomen. "God, yes, please touch me. I need you."
Never in her life had Rosalie felt this powerful as she did while she started rubbing her fingers through Bella's slick folds. She was the one doing this to Bella. She was the one who had exited her beloved Bella like this. It wasn't enough though. Rosalie remembered the incredible pleasure she had felt when she had Bella's warm tongue on her clit last night. She wanted to make Bella feel the same.
Carefully, Rose kneeled down and told Bella to turn around. She kissed the inside of Bella's thigh, making her way higher and higher. Rosalie's heart was in her mouth. Could she really do this? She hated giving oral sex to a guy. Her gag reflex was so strong that she had been close to throwing up during the procedure more than once.
"Please," Bella whimpered. "Please, Rose."
Rosalie's lips moved higher. At first she just pressed a couple of chaste closed-lipped kisses on Bella's mound. Then she heard Bella's soft groans, encouraging her to continue. Gently, Rose let her tongue swirl around Bella's clit.
When a strong climax ripped forcefully through her body a few minutes later, Bella had trouble keeping her balance and when she went down on Rosalie to return the pleasure her knees were still shaking slightly.
She groaned against Rosalie's pussy while she flicked her tongue up and down and around and around until Rosalie's soft cries of lust echoed in her ears.
Both women were breathing heavily when they finally stepped out of the shower together. They agreed this had been the perfect way to start their first day as lovers.
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The strong stench of antiseptics made Rosalie wrinkle her nose in disgust as she entered the hospital building. She could feel her hands were sweaty and her pulse was racing in her veins. Bella had offered to come with her when she broke the news to Carlisle but she had told her she wanted to do this on her own. Maybe it was more that she needed to do this on her own.
Taking a deep breathe, Rose walked towards the counter and forced her lips into a polite smile.
"Hi. I'm Rosalie Hale. Is Dr. Cullen in surgery right now?"
The nurse typed something into her computer before she told Rosalie that Carlisle was in his office. She thanked the woman and took the elevator up to Orthopedics.
You can fix a broken bone so easily. There are casts and metal plates and tons of other things to help with that. But fixing a broken heart? Well, that was something else…
She adjusted the silk scarf around her neck again before she knocked on Carlisle's door. There was no need to let him see the proof of her activities with Bella.
"Come in." Carlisle called. His mouth curled into a smile when he saw Rosalie walking towards him. "What a lovely surprise." He told her, reaching out his hands to embrace her.
"Can we talk?" Rosalie pleaded. "Or if you are busy, I could come back another time."
"Is something wrong, Kitty?"
Jeez, not that stupid nickname again. Well, maybe it was time to start this conversation with something easy. "I really hate when you call me Kitty."
He snickered. "But it suits you so perfectly. You are like a fierce little kitten with sharp claws."
"I don't think so. Look, I don't exactly know how to do what I'm about to do now."
Now, she finally had Carlisle's full attention. He shoved some medical magazines from the chair standing next to his own and asked Rosalie to take a seat.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me."
"I don't think I can. You're a good man. I don't want to hurt you."
She pulled out a little velvet box and placed it on his table. "I'm sorry but I can't marry you."
His bright blue eyes narrowed. For a moment he waited for the excruciating pain of loss to ripple through his heart. It didn't happen. There was sadness, yes. But it wasn't even close to how he had felt when Esme had told him their marriage was over.
"Please, say something." Rosalie whispered. "Maybe it would make you feel better to yell a bit at me."
"I don't think so, Rosalie." Carlisle sighed, closing his fist around the box with the ring. He had spent a fortune on it, but you couldn't buy love. You couldn't buy feelings and you sure as hell couldn't buy yourself a second chance.
Rosalie's stomach clenched. He was such a good guy and she was making him feel miserable by leaving him.
"I care for you." She said after a little pause to find her voice again. "You are a wonderful man."
She didn't push his hand away when he placed it on hers. "Why don't you want to be my wife?"
"I don't love you. I honestly thought I do. You made me feel like a princess and I loved that. I love the way you treat your patients and everyone around you with so much compassion. But I'm not in love with you."
"In love," Carlisle whispered, giving Rosalie's hand a gentle tug. "How did you find out you're not in love with me?"
Rosalie cleared her throat. She needed to be honest with Carlisle. He deserved to hear it.
"There's someone, I've known for a very long time. We were always just friends but then…something changed…I can't even explain it. But…we…we…,"
"Have fallen in love," he finished Rosalie's last sentence. "Does he make you happy?"
Rosalie's head nodded. "It's not him. It's her." She confessed, her cheeks turning crimson.
"A woman? Wow, that's something I hadn't expected."
"Carlisle, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about everything. I'll promise to pay for everything we can't cancel for the wedding. Just please, don't hate me."
He sighed. "How can I hate you for being honest with me? It's better to end things now before we are married. I don't want a second divorce. The first one was bad enough for me."
Rosalie freed her hand from his hold. "There is something else I need to tell you about. You ex showed up at the Garage a couple of days ago to get her car fixed."
Carlisle's lower lip quivered. It was only a moment until he regained his self-control again. "Did she say anything to you?"
"No, she didn't. I don't think she would have been so nice like she was if she knew I was your fiancée."
He took the box with the ring and flipped it open. "I told Marcus not to tell her about the wedding. Isn't that silly? I was so concerned it would hurt her feelings."
"Why did you leave her?"
"She left me." Carlisle explained. "It was my fault though. But what's done is done. I can't turn back the time, no matter how much I wish I could."
Rosalie stood up from her chair. She felt way too agitated to keep still now. Like an animal in a too small cage, she started walking up and down in Carlisle's office.
"Did you cheat on her? Is that why she left?"
"I have never cheated on a woman I loved in my entire life. With Esme and me…well, it's complicated."
Rose sat down on the couch in the corner of Carlisle's office. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"What difference would it make? She won't forgive me, ever."
"Forgive you what?" Rosalie asked.
"I testified in court against her brother." Carlisle whispered, fisting his hands into his hair. "Family is everything to Esme and I destroyed the only one she had left by helping sent Felix to jail."
His pager went on. The loud beeping interrupted their conversation.
"I'm sorry. This is an emergency. Can I call you after my shift to talk things out? I'm sure we can still cancel the hotel and the catering."
"I'll take care of this." Rose promised. "It's my fault we're calling off the wedding. So, this is the least I can do."
Carlisle pulled Rose into a quick hug. "There is something else you need to do. Your mother won't be happy to hear we're not going to get married."
"Mom is going to freak."
"I can imagine that. Look, I have to go now. There's a bike accident coming into the E.R."
He was almost out of the room, when Carlisle turned around again. "Now, that we're not engaged anymore, I can finally tell you. Your mother Lucy is the most annoying person I have ever met in my life."