[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] I was thrilled at the great response I got for the last chapter. So I had to reward you with another update. Hope you'll like it.

**Chapter 3**

She pulled something black and purple colored out of the bag. At first I thought that it was just a strange looking belt. Then I realized what was connected with that belt. Holy shit!

"What the fuck is that?" I stumbled out, already feeling my cheeks getting warm. Desperately I tried to hide it under a curtain of my long hair.

"It's a strap-on."

"And you need such a thing because?" My voice raised two octaves, and I was pretty sure that her reddened face equaled mine right now. God, this was so embarrassing.

"It's just a toy." She mumbled, quickly stuffing it back in the deepest corner of her suitcase.

"And just for the record – I don't need it. It's just…well…I thought it could be fun to use it…when I find someone I want to use it with." She added and her lips twitched for a split second. I remembered the awkward moment in the supermarket, when she had asked for my phone number. The very thought that she had probably imagined using that thing with me send a shiver down my spine.

I cleared my throat and stood up from the ground. Then I took two steps backwards until I felt the wooden frame of the bed against the back of my knees. The bed squeaked when I sat down on the edge.

"Did you always know that you…well…that you're that way?"

She raised one eyebrow. It was obvious that she didn't seem to like questions like that.

"Did you always know that you're straight?"

"Yes. No. Well, I never really thought about it." I confessed, twisting a wisp of my hair around my fingers.

"So you're not completely sure?" she asked me and her caramel eyes sparkled sheepishly.

"What. Of course I'm sure." I croaked out.

"Yeah whatever; such a pity though. The nicest girls are always straight."

I sighed deeply and started twisting my hair into a knot at the back of my head.

"Don't." she told me and wrapped her dainty hand around my wrist.

"It's too pretty to hide it."

"Thanks," I mumbled, running my fingers through the length of my chestnut hair.

"You're welcome." She whispered before she hesitantly reached forward to put a wisp of it behind my ear. Her fingertips brushed over the sensitive skin on my neck, and I instantly held my breath. Slowly she started drawing circles down my collarbone. My heart skipped a beat and my palms started to sweat. The pleasant tingling in my stomach was back, stronger than before. It would probably be right to tell her to stop this right now. It was wrong of her to touch me like that, and it was even worse that I liked it so much.

The shrill tone of our doorbell made me jump from the bed.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't…" She stumbled out.

"Don't have to be. It's okay." I mumbled. It was so not okay, but I didn't really have the nerves to deal with that right now.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and went to open the door.

"Mommy!" Lilly called out wrapping her tiny hands around my neck as I kneeled down in front of her to take her in my arms.

"Hi, honey. Did you have fun today?"

She nodded her head.

"Hello Bella." Emmett greeted me cheerfully before he turned to his sister-in-law. He swung her around, making her look like a little ragdoll in his huge arms.

"Put me down McCarthy before I hurt you were it really hurts."

He chuckled and planted a quick kiss on her cheek before he released her from his bear-like embrace.

"Hi Ali, I'm so glad you're finally back. Your mother was starting to get on my nerves since she knew you were coming."

"Yeah, I can imagine that."

"Where is Rose?" I asked him as we entered the house. Somehow I was glad that his blonde wife didn't show up here. She would probably make some stupid comments about the tones of Diet Coke I was keeping in my fridge. Thank god for artificial sugar.

"Auntie Rosie is sick." Lilly stated and pulled a little bottle of apple juice out of her pink backpack.

Emmett cleared his throat nervously. Something was obviously wrong but he didn't want to say it in front of the child.

"Lilly, honey, this is your daddy's other sister, Ali. Say hi to her."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and frowned.

"But she's not a child." She mumbled, sounding slightly disappointed.

"Lilly…,"

"Daddy said she's a baby. I wanted to show her all my Barbie dolls and play with her."

Ali laughed her crystal bell laughter.

"I love Barbie's! I made some pretty dresses that will fit them. Do you want to see?" She told her and to my astonishment my daughter took her hand and pulled her out of the room.

"What's wrong with Rose?" I asked Emmett as soon as they were out of sight.

He sighed deeply, rubbing his broad chin thoughtlessly.

"Lilly asked her why we don't have a baby."

"Oh crap. Look Emmett, I'm really sorry about that. I'll talk to Lilly. She won't mention it again."

He shook his head.

"It's not her fault. People always keep asking us about our family planning. Rose is just a little bit tensed right now. All the hormone injections have turned her into a nervous wreck."

"Maybe it'll work this time." I tried to encourage him when I noticed the sad expression on his face.

"Yeah maybe it will. It'll be our last attempt in in-vitro. I won't let my wife get through this torture over and over again."

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"Do you have some secret magical abilities that you forget to mention?" I asked Ali as I poured her a glass of wine.

She shook her head and took a small sip.

"Hmm,"

"How did you make her fall asleep that fast? Usually Lilly throws a fit when it's bed time."

"I guess I was probably just lucky that she was tired tonight. She's such a lovely girl and she looks so much like Edward. It's amazing."

"Yes she does." Thanks god, I added secretly. I was glad that my child didn't have to suffer as a chubby klutz like I had to when I was younger.

"But she has your eyes." Ali added after a while and my lips automatically turned into a smile that almost managed to hurt my ears. She smiled back and I felt that weird tingly feeling in my stomach again.

"Do you like the wine?" I asked her and cursed myself for the slight trembling in my voice.

She took another sip and nodded her head.

"Yes, I do. It really tastes like nectarines."

"Do you want some more?" I offered.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"No, of course not; why should I do something like that?"

She chuckled and took a piece of the grilled cheese sandwich into her hands to nibble on it.

"Aren't you hungry too?" She asked me and stuffed a second bite into her mouth.

I shook my head and hoped that she wouldn't be able to hear my stomach growling.

"Are you sure? This is really good."

Of course it's good. I made it, I thought.

"Yeah I know. But it won't help me to lose weight if I eat fatty food like that." God, every kind of food that I liked was either too fatty or too sweet to be healthy.

She raised one eyebrow.

"Why do you want to lose weight? Did my brother say something to you about that?"

"I don't need him to know that I'm fat." I mumbled and emptied the glass of wine in one gulp.

"You are not fat." She stated, emphasizing each single word. When I managed to look into her eyes again I realized that she looked angry somehow.

"You're curvy…voluptuous…like a woman should be like to be a real woman." The tip of her tongue licked over her ruby tinted lips.-

I sighed deeply.

"Ali, I know that you're just trying to be nice, but if you keep on lying to me…that's just not right. I know what I look like."

She took my hand in hers and squeezed it gently.

"Why would I lie to you, Bella?" she murmured.

I didn't really know what to answer her.

"Because…well… I don't know. I'm not used that people tell me I'm not fat. Your sister…,"

"Oh Bella, Rose is just jealous of you."

"Pardon me? Rosalie is jealous of me?"

She nodded her head.

"Of course she is. You have a child, she doesn't. I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't mind gaining a few extra pounds in order to get pregnant."

"I guess you could be right about that."

She put the cheese sandwich in front of my mouth. I shook my head.

"One tiny piece won't hurt you." She stated and I opened my lips to take a bite. The creamy cheese melted into my mouth. Accidentally the tip of my tongue brushed over her dainty fingertips as I reached forward to take a second bite. I heard her hold her breath instantly.

"Sorry." I whispered as she pulled her hand back.

"I didn't mean to…,"I told her after an awkward moment of silence.

Then she cleared her throat and emptied the glass of wine in front of her.

"That's too bad."

"What?"

"That you didn't mean it." She stated while her thumb started drawing fine circles over my wrist. I wasn't used to small, tender gestures like that. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth to keep a low moan from escaping my throat.

"You like that, don't you?" She whispered while another one of those pixie-like smiles flashed over her pretty face.

"Yes, I do…but I shouldn't."

"Why? If you like it how can it be wrong?"

Somewhere deep in the corner of my mind, I knew that I should probably mention the fact that I was a married woman. Even worse, I was married to her brother. Then I realized that she was very well aware of these facts.

"Ali, I already told you that I'm not that way."

She started stroking up my bare forearms, and I felt each single hair on my body standing up.

"But you like it when I touch you. Don't you think that's contradictory somehow?"

Yes it was. What the hell was wrong with me? I stood up so quickly that I almost managed to trip over my own feet. My hands trembled, and I stuffed them into the pockets of my jeans.

"You can't just run away now. Jeez, are you a kindergartener?"

"No, but I don't know what to do. I've never been in a situation like that. I'm scared."

She hugged me from behind and the spikey ends of her short hair tickled my neck.

"And you think I'm not?"

I turned around while her arms stayed wrapped around my waist. Well around where my waist was supposed to be.

"You ask out women in supermarkets…so the answer is yes. I don't think you're scared."

She dropped her hands and took a step backwards.

"Well you're wrong." She stated and her voice sounded suddenly so sad that I felt a strong impulse to pull her close to me again.

Without thinking about what I was doing I cupped her face between my hands and stroked her cheeks with trembling fingertips. Her skin felt smooth like silk, better than silk. Would she feel everywhere on her body like that?

She swallowed hard while the caramel of her eyes seemed to darken one or two shades.

"I don't want to screw things up. I don't want to be the reason for the end of your happiness."

"Why are you afraid?" She asked me, her voice barely a whisper now.

"Because I shouldn't like it when you touch me, and I shouldn't want to touch you in return,"

"Are you afraid to discover something about yourself that you didn't know before?"

"Ali, how often do I have to tell you that I'm not that way?"

She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

"Yeah, I got it. You're straight. What a waste…,"

"A waste?"

"You're missing so many wonderful things because of your sexual narrow-mindedness."

"Things like your strap-on?"

She chuckled slightly but her cheeks blushed again. The crimson color looked lovely against the paleness of her skin.

"It's not only about sex, although that's quite nice of course. I love the emotional connection, the way a woman can care about another woman in a way that no man would be capable of."

My brain went into a sort of stand-by modus as I twisted my hands into her hair. She was so small that she had to stand on her toes to be able to reach my mouth.

Her lips brushed over mine so softly as if they were the wings of a butterfly. Then I felt the tip of her tongue hesitantly nudging against my lower lip. Slowly I parted my mouth a little, letting her tongue slip into my mouth. She was so incredibly sweet and light. I could still taste the wine as I started to explore the warmth of her mouth. I sucked her upper lip between my teeth and nibbled on it. A low moan left her throat. It was the most beautiful noise I had ever heard.

One of her hands moved under my shirt, gently caressing my back with her fingertips.

"Tell me to stop." She mumbled against my lips.

"I can't."

XOXOXOXOXOXO

[A/N] Yeah, I know I'm such an evil tease for ending it here. What do you think of the chapter? Should I make them use the toy in the next chapter? Reviews encourage me to write faster.