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[A/N] Hello my lovely readers out there. I hope you still like my little story here. It's so much fun writing it for you. Thanks so much for all your encouraging feedback.

To crossroads-x3; yeah you're right about Fido. He's Jake in this story. Can't believe no one figured that out before.

This chapter is dedicated to Silvi86. Your lovely review really made my day. And to Kyraaah1992 for telling me that I'm talented.

**Lemon alert in this chapter; as usual…don't like/don't read**

**Chapter17**

Her mouth was soft and warm against mine and a low moan left my throat as the tip of her tongue licked over my lower lip. At first the kiss was slower then usual; almost hesitantly as if her mind was somehow still distracted by what I had told her moments ago.

Her sweet breath tickled my face when she finally pulled back.

"Say it again," she whispered hoarsely.

"I want to be yours." I mumbled and covered her lips with mine again. Her tongue slipped into my slightly parted mouth and a pleasant shiver went down my spine when she nudged it against mine.

I realized that we were still standing in front of the window and that everyone that was passing by would probably be able to see the 'little-lesbo-show' as Emmett had called it.

Was I a lesbian now? I had never been in love with another woman before; I had never even so much as looked at another woman the way I looked at Ali…

"Your bedroom or mine?" she asked me and put my hand to her lips to plant kisses all over the back of my hand.

"Ours," I told her and guided her upwards into the room that had been meant to be hers.

My hands were trembling when I closed the door behind us. The pale light of the full moon was shining through the thin curtains, turning her skin into a beautiful pearly color.

"You're so pretty." I whispered, letting my fingertips stroke down the velvety skin of her cleavage.

"And I'm not only talking about the way you look on the outside. Even if I were blind, I would still know how beautiful you are."

Her hands twisted into my hair to pull me closer to her; closer but not nearly close enough for me.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me," she murmured into my ear and a shiver went down my spine as she nudged the tip of her tongue against the sensitive skin right beneath my hairline.

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply as her dainty fingers moved under my shirt to stroke up and down my back. She pulled the shirt over my head and I started unbuttoning hers with shaking fingers.

"You are nervous, aren't you?" she stated and covered my hand with hers. I nodded my head, when I realized that she was right. Why was that? We had already done this before and I had even let her see me naked. So why should I be nervous now?

She took two steps backwards and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm nervous too."

"Why?" I asked her while I hugged her tightly from behind.

"You don't have to be. It's just me…,"

Slowly she turned her head and cupped my face between her hands.

"It's just me," she mumbled and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I started massaging her neck in smooth circles and felt her relax a little bit under my caress.

"I think, I know why we're so nervous, Bella." She whispered and took my hand in hers to squeeze it gently.

"Hmm,"

"Because it's the first time that you are truly mine while we're making love,"

"And you're mine…,"

"Bella, I've always been yours…since the first moment I saw you."

"Maybe it was the same for me, Ali. The way I feel about you…I never felt that way about another woman before…or a man,"

"Kiss me," she murmured against my mouth and I sucked her velvety bottom lip between my teeth to nibble on it.

Her shirt fell down her back and I cupped her lace covered breasts in my hands. Moments later the thin fabric landed on the ground next to the bed and I leaned over to circle my tongue over her warm skin.

Her rosy nipples hardened almost instantly and the thought that I could make her body react to me like that send a warm, tingly feeling straight to my heart.

My lips closed around the pebbled nub to suckle on it. A low whimper left her throat and that sound coming from her lips was enough to soak my panties.

She sat down on my lap, straddling me and stroked over the exposed skin of my stomach.

Her hands moved up and down my upper body, leaving trails of invisible fire wherever her fingertips touched me.

"I really don't know, what my favorite part of your body is, Bella." She whispered into my ear.

"But I guess, it's a fifty-fifty thing between your silky hair…," she told me, twisting a wisp of it around the fingers of her left hand while her right one moved lower to circle her thumb over my already hard nipple.

"…and your breasts."

She rolled the tiny nub between her thumb and her forefinger while I desperately tried to suppress the moans that were about to leave my lips over and over now.

"Hmm, I wonder what would be your favorite of mine."

"That's an easy choice for me. It's your eyes…I've never seen anyone with such a color before. It looks like melted caramel toffee."

She raised one eyebrow.

"Caramel toffee?"

"I love caramel…,"

"And I love you," she whispered against my shoulder. "…much more than I thought I could ever do…,"

"Oh Ali,"

Her lips brushed over my face, showering it with dozens of feather light kisses.

"Stay where you are, Bella. I'll be right back."

She stood up from the bed that suddenly felt a lot colder to me without her next to my body.

I could hear her walking down the stairs and wondered what she might be doing downstairs right now.

A few moments later she was back again, closing the distance between us with a few graceful steps that looked more like dancing then walking to me.

"Did you miss me?" she asked me cheerfully and cupped my face in her hand, gently stroking down my jaw with her fingertips.

"Maybe a little bit." I confessed. Or maybe a little bit more, I added in my head.

She waved with a small plastic bottle that she had been hiding behind her back and a grin flashed over her face.

"So you like caramel, hmm?" she mumbled and squeezed the bottle so that a few small drops of the light, golden-colored liquid landed on my left breast. Slowly they ran down my stomach

"Don't worry, I'll clean you up, my darling." Her voice was thick with lust now as she leaned over and licked the caramel off of me again. Then she wiped one of the drops away with her thumb.

"Want a taste?" she asked me, while she smeared the caramel sauce over my upper lip. Hesitantly my tongue darted out to enjoy the familiar sweetness on it.

"It's good." I told her. "But I guess it will be a lot better on your skin."

She smiled and handed me the bottle. I squeezed it carefully and painted a sun around her belly button with the caramel sauce.

A low whimper left her throat when I licked it off with pleasure. Damn it, I thought…it really tastes a lot better from her skin, so much sweeter. I wondered how chocolate would taste on her or maybe whipped cream; So many possibilities to explore.

I pulled down the zipper of her jeans and shoved them down together with the thin fabric of her black thong.

My hands caressed the insides of her slim thighs and she moaned out when I finally stroked over the sensitive, overheated flesh between her legs. My thumb circled over the throbbing pearl of her clit and she twisted her fingers into my hair to pull me closer to her.

"Let me feel you too," she whispered so low that I could barely here her at all.

The rest of my clothes landed on a small pile next to the bed. Slowly she stroked down my breasts and my stomach until she reached my slick folds.

"So warm…so incredibly warm and wet,"

Her mouth found mine again and I whimpered as she started sucking the tip of my tongue between her full lips.

Carefully I inserted two fingers into her tight entrance and curled them upwards.

"Yes, like this…"she moaned against my lips as I pushed my fingers in and out of her in a fast rhythm. Her walls started tightening around them and I knew that she was close…so close, but somehow she still seemed to be trying to hold it back.

"Let go." I whispered into her ear and couldn't resist the urge to suck the pale skin on her collarbone between my teeth.

More wetness poured over my hand and then she convulsed around my fingers that were still inside her.

A heartbeat later the touch of her thumb on my throbbing clit was enough to trigger my own climax. My low moan subsided against her neck and I buried my face into the silky curls of her hair, deeply inhaling her vanilla scent until I finally fell asleep.

XXXX

"I don't understand why you won't simply tell me who she is." Rosalie asked her pixie-like sister who tried to keep her eyes focused on the plate in front of her. I made a mental note to me to stop sucking too hard on her skin while we're making love. Or I could buy her a few pretty scarfs to cover up her neck…

"Rose, please stop asking me. It's nothing serious." Damn it, she was pretty good at telling lies. I had to keep an eye on that.

A low chuckle left the throat of my blond-haired sister-in-law as she stood up from the kitchen chair.

"But you would tell me if you'd think it could turn into something more, wouldn't you?"

Yes, I thought. Of course she would…in a world where the woman she loved was not her soon-to-be ex-sister in law.

"Hmm," Ali mumbled and wiped her mouth on a napkin.

"Yes, I would. Is the questioning over now?" she asked her blonde sister and poured herself another glass of Coke.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. You know that I'd love to see you happy, Tinker-Ali."

"Rose, you know how much it embarrasses me if you keep calling me that name."

I raised one eyebrow.

"You kind of liked it a lot when I made it up." she stated and emptied the glass of water in front of her.

"Jeez, Rose…I was how old back then, five maybe? In case you haven't noticed it yet, I don't dance around the house anymore with plastic wings on my back."

You still look like a little pixie though, I thought secretly.

A smile flashed over my face and when her caramel eyes met mine for a split second her cheeks reddened instantly.

Rose cleared her throat nervously before she spoke up again.

"Bella, are you sure about the divorce thing? I called my brother last night and he sounded completely miserable."

I rolled my eyes at that. Jeez, what was a little misery on his side compared to five years of a loveless marriage on mine?

"Yes, I am sure. Don't tell me you're not happy about it in secret, Rose. I know that you hate me."

"Jeez, Bella, I don't hate you." she mumbled and twisted her long curls into a knot at the back of her neck.

"I don't particularly like you, you're whiny and have no discipline and …,"

"And what?" Ali interrupted her and her beautiful eyes narrowed angrily.

"Rose, I've already told you, that I don't like it, when you talk to Bella like that."

"Why are you defending her? She's divorcing our brother!"

"Damn it, he deserves it. Edward is an arrogant asshole who can't keep his dick in his pants."

"He's still our brother. I'm not saying that what he did was right or something like that. It's just…"

"It's just what? You're such a hypocrite, Rose. What would you do if Emmett would ever cheat on you?"

"That's completely different. Em and I, we don't have a child that we have to think about."

And you probably never will, I thought.

"Look, I want Lilly to be happy, I really do, but I can't spend the next ten, twelve or whatever years at the side of someone who doesn't care about me at all. I want her to know what love is…,"

"Mommy!" Lilly called from upstairs.

"Can I use your blow-dryer?"

"What for? Honey, you know that I don't want you to play with electrical devices."

"It's not for me. I need it to dry Fido's fur."

"Lilly! For heaven's sake, what have you done with the dog?"

Quickly we walked upstairs, greeted by a strange mixed up scent of strawberries and wood and something awful that I couldn't really put a name to. What the hell was that?

"I bathed him." Lilly explained proudly.

"Sweetie, you shouldn't have done that."

"But he smelled funny and I thought that you would allow me to let him sleep on my bed if he's clean."

"He doesn't smell that much better now," Ali stated and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"That's just because he's wet right now. All wet dogs smell." Rosalie tried to explain. She and the calf-sized canine had one of these amazing love-hate relationships that were completely incomprehensible to outsiders.

She wrapped a towel over his fur in order to dry it a little bit and stuffed a little piece of dry toast into his snout.

"I have to go now. Come with me, Fido."

"Oh, Auntie Rosie, please let him stay here! He's the only one who can protect me from the evil witch."

"Lilly, please…how often will we have to tell you that there are no witches? You don't have to be afraid." Rose mumbled and petted her copper-colored head.

"She is right, sweetie." Ali told her, before she lifted her up and planted a kiss on her tiny cheek.

"Everything will be okay." I whispered and right now, I desperately hoped that my words would stay true.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

[A/N] Hmm, how long do you think will it take until the rest of the Cullen's figure out the little Bellice secret?

You might get another chapter tomorrow, if I'm motivated enough to write it. Until next time…take care ;-)