[Disclaimer] All things Twilight belong to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer.

[A/N] Hugs to all of my lovely readers out there…Thanks for supporting my little story with your reviews. I love reading all your thoughts about the plot. Luckily most of you seem to like the way I portray Bella in this story. I also know that this story is quite unrealistic…that's why it's called fiction. lol

Edward will show up at some point at the story, but not very soon. Does anyone miss him? I knew some great fics with him in it that I could recommend to you if you're interested; Just pm me.

There will be a lemon in this chapter; it's more sweet than juicy but still…don't like…don't read.

**Chapter 4**

I don't know how we finally managed to end up in my bedroom. Her full lips never left mine while her hands continued stroking up and down my spine. She pulled me closer to her and a low moan escaped her throat as the tip of my tongue nudged against her upper lip. Her lips parted slightly and her sweet breath tickled my skin as my tongue slipped into the warmth of her mouth.

Slowly I reached out my hands to cup her pretty face between them. Then I felt her fingertips circling around the clasp of my bra and I instantly stopped breathing.

"We don't have to go further, if you're not ready. I know that this is new for you." She told me when she realized my hesitation. Her thumb started drawing invisible circles over my wrist and this small tender gesture send shivers down my spine.

We sat down on the edge of the bed and I wrapped my arms around her delicate waist. She was so small and breakable and at the same time she seemed to be so much stronger than me. It was amazing.

"Bella?"

"Hmm,"

"Do you want to stop?"

I shook my head, although I knew that it would probably be the only right thing to do right now. Hell, it was hard to consider what was right or wrong while I couldn't stop thinking of her hands on my skin, or my hands on her skin. Ali was like a piece of chocolate after starving for several days; too sweet and much too tempting.

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Then she kissed my mouth again, sucking my lower lip between her teeth to nibble on it. My hands reached for the light switch because the small part of my brain that hadn't stopped working completely reminded me that it would be horribly embarrassing if she would see me naked.

It would be worse enough if she would feel all the disgusting fat that was securely hidden underneath wide clothes. However I couldn't wait to feel the softness of her skin on my fingertips.

Slowly I started unbuttoning her dress, circling over each single inch of her cleavage. She pulled my shirt over my head and turned me around. Her lips and tongue caressed my neck while her right hand opened the clasp of my bra. The thin piece of cotton fabric landed on the ground and she pulled me closer to her.

"You feel so good Bella." She mumbled into my hair as she cupped my breasts into her hands to massage them gently. Then she rolled her thumbs over my nipples and they hardened almost instantly under her caress.

"I love how full your breasts are, just perfect."

I cringed slightly but stayed right where I was because it felt way too good as she kept on squeezing the tiny nubs between her dainty fingers.

Would she like it too, if I'd touched her the same way? The thought gave me goose bumps…the good kind of. I had to try it out…

We landed on the bed and the sheets felt pleasantly cool on my overheated skin. I reached out my hands and tried to open her bra, hoping that she wouldn't recognize my trembling fingers. It wasn't working, and I heard her chuckle.

"The clasp is at the front." She whispered cheerfully and guided my hand to the small heart shaped rock between the cups. A moment later her bra opened, exposing a pair of perky breasts that fit perfectly into my hands. So soft, I thought. She feels so incredibly soft. My lips closed around one of her tiny nipples, sucking it into my mouth were it pebbled instantly.

"Yes, like that." She moaned softly and twisted her hands into my messy hair.

I continued licking and sucking her breasts while her fingertips brushed over my entire upper body as soft as a feather, leaving invisible flames wherever she touched me.

Then she leaned down and circled her tongue over my belly bottom. I was glad that I had turned the light out so that she wouldn't be able to see the ugly scar that would cover my body for the rest of my life now.

She pulled down my jeans in a quick movement, leaving me in nothing but the already soaked fabric of my cotton panties.

"Bella, can I kiss you?" she asked me, her bell voice thick with lust.

I wondered how she could ask for something as innocent as a kiss right now. Maybe she was just nervous.

"Yes." I mumbled. "I like it when you kiss me." Understatement of the year, I thought secretly. I freaking loved it.

Instead of kissing her way up to my mouth again, I felt her lips move lower and lower until she reached the small stripe of skin between my lower abdomen and my underwear. I felt the heat stream into my cheeks as I realized what she had really meant with 'kissing'.

"No." I croaked out in embarrassment.

"You don't have to do that."

"Silly girl, I know that I don't have to. I want to."

With that she pulled my panties down my thighs and started kissing and stroking their insides tenderly.

Oral sex is such a waste of time, Bella. The voice of my husband echoed in my ears. On the few occasions that he had tried to do it, it had been awkward. I was so worried sick that I would smell bad that I couldn't relax at all.

A shiver went through my entire body as the tip of her tongue licked over my slick folds. I had to bite my own hand to keep me from moaning out like a whore.

"Hmm," she murmured between my legs.

"You taste so sweet…it's delicious."

Then she licked and sucked the sensitive flesh between her lips. She took her time with me, exploring each tiny fold between my legs. Sometimes the tip of her tongue nudged against my throbbing clit and each of these movements made me whimper slightly. The tingling in my stomach increased as I felt two of her fingers slide into my entrance. My legs started trembling as she curled them upwards, hitting a spot inside of me that had probably never been touched before; because I knew for sure that I would remember that.

Her tongue circled over my clit faster and faster while she added a third finger to the other two. I closed my eyes as the first wave of my climax washed over me. Slowly at first, but then way stronger than ever before it shook my entire body. My toes curled and each single muscle in my body went ridged.

Carefully she sucked my clit into her mouth and that finally managed to bring me over the edge of my lust. My inner walls clenched and unclenched around her fingers while colors that I had no name for flashed in front of my eyes.

"Ali," I stumbled out when I finally felt able to speak again.

She continued stroking me gently with her hand while her lips left a wet trail up my body. When she reached my trembling mouth I could still taste myself on her tongue. It was indeed sweet somehow, but it also had a slight tartness in it.

"Thank you for letting me taste you." She whispered against my mouth before she planted several kisses all over my face.

Her skin smelled even better now. She pulled me closer to her, cuddling her pixie-like body against my chest. I never cuddled after sex, literally. Usually I rushed into the bathroom as soon as it was over.

I thought about standing up, but then she started massaging my scalp with her fingertips and it felt too pleasant. Everything about her felt way too good. Better than I deserved it.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked me almost shyly.

"No… stay." I murmured before I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

XXXX

It was cold when I woke up in the morning. A strange, unfamiliar pain cramped around my heart as I realized that I was alone. Quickly I pulled a shirt over my head and stepped into a pair of grey sweatpants.

When I walked into the kitchen she was standing at the stove. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower she had probably taken earlier.

"Mommy!" Lilly called out when she saw me. Her hands were sticky and I pulled a tissue out of my pocket to clean them a little bit.

"You're awake…finally."

"Morning, sleepyhead," Ali greeted me cheerfully and planted a kiss on my cheek. Jeez, I should have at least brushed my hair. I was such a mess in the morning.

"Auntie Ali wouldn't let me wake you up." My daughter stated reproachfully.

"But she let me help her make pancakes for our breakfast."

"That's great, sweetie."

"Do you want some too, mommy?"

I shook my head while I thought about how much I loved pancakes, pancakes and melted butter and maple syrup.

Then I opened the fridge and pulled the disgusting pine apple out of it. Yeah, that was the right kind of food to eat in the morning, full of vitamins and hopefully zero calories.

"Bella, you should at least eat a little bit of real food in the morning." Ali whispered and filled my plate with the half of a pancake.

"Okay, I will, if you and Lilly help me to get rid of that thing here." I stated and placed the pine apple on the counter to slice it up.

"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?" Lilly asked me while Ali braided her copper hair.

I cringed at the mention of his name. Last night had been the first time I had betrayed my husband. The fact that he had done it himself over and over again didn't help me to feel better.

A sharp pain rushed through my palm and when I looked down again the yellow pine apple pieces in front of me where covered with crimson drops of fresh blood.

"Ouch!" I cried out and Ali wrapped her hand around my wrist to look at the deep cut in my hand. My head started spinning as I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Mommy, are you bleeding?"

"Look away, honey."

"No, I want to see."

God, why had this child to be so curious all the time. She would probably get sick as soon as she would smell the blood. Cold sweat appeared on my forehead.

"It's not that bad." I stumbled out as I realized the worried expression on Ali's face.

"Just give me a band aid. They're in the cupboard on the left side.

"Bella, that cut is too deep for a band aid. You'll need stitches or it's not going to heal properly."

"Mommy, I can stitch your hand. Grandpa showed me how to do it." My four year old told me as I wrapped a clean cloth around my hand.

I sighed deeply and stood up from the chair. My knees were trembling and I cursed myself because I knew that I was totally overreacting. I had always had a little problem with blood. The rusty smell of it made me sick. If I had had anything in my stomach right now, it would try to make its way up again now.

"Can you stay here with her until I come back from the hospital?"

She shook her head.

"Bella, you're all green in the face. I don't think you can drive yourself."

XXXX

She parked the Volvo in front of the hospital and opened the door for me. The waiting hall was already crowded but Ali went straight to the counter.

The nurse raised one eyebrow. "Can I help you, Miss?"

"My friend cut her hand with a knife. She'll need stitches."

"Missy, you're friend doesn't seem to be in a life-threatening situation. You'll have to fill out some papers first and then…you have to wait until…,"

Ali rolled her eyes at that.

"Page Dr. Cullen."

"Why should I do that? We're too busy to let the chief do a stupid stitching job that any intern is capable of."

"I'm his daughter."

A few moments later my father-in-law turned around the corner. As usual he had deep purple bruises under his eyes. Sometimes I wondered if that man didn't need to sleep at all. His curly hair was still full and blond, with a few silver colored highlights in it that proved his real age.

"Miranda, I told you not to disturb me unless it was an emergency." He told the nurse and she cringed slightly.

"Yeah I know, but your daughter is here to see you, Dr. Cullen."

His lips twitched as he saw Ali who was sitting on the edge of a small table while I was holding Lilly on my lap.

"What are you doing here? Did your mother send you here? Jeez, I have to work, Mary-Alice." His voice was cold and sharp like a razor blade. I had never heard him talk to someone like that before and I didn't like it at all.

"Grandpa!" Lilly called out and stood up from my lap.

He put his arms around her and lifted her up. Then he planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Hi my darling. Your hair looks pretty today."

"Auntie Ali helped me to braid it."

"Yeah, your aunt is good at stuff like that."

"…and mommy hurt her hand." She continued while she tried to grab the stethoscope from his neck.

"She'll need stitches." Ali explained to him as he took a quick look at my injured palm.

"Oh, I didn't know that they gave you a medical degree too at this ridiculous fashion academy…"

Her eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

"The only person who thinks that it's ridiculous is you dad."

"Mary Alice, we're so not having this conversation again."

"Fine," she croaked out, tears glistening in the corners of her caramel eyes.

"Bella, I'll wait for you outside. The air inside here is too stuffy for me."

I stared after her, fighting the instant urge to run after her and pull her into a tight hug. The way Carlisle treated her was starting to piss me off. I was going to have some serious talk about that with my father-in-law.

XOXOXOXOXO

How did you like the new chapter? I hope you're not too disappointed that there was no toy-fun… yet. Also, if you have any suggestion or questions feel free to pm me.

It would be awesome to reach over 100 Reviews with this one, so please press the little button down there before you leave.

Happy New Year to all of you!