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Isabella Swan was stalling. She just graduated from high school. She had no desire to get married immediately. Her mother did that, and sometimes people in Forks still looked at her like she’d be the next flighty woman to marry young, get pregnant, then run away and leave the child behind with its poor, unsuspecting father. She saw the looks. Bella wouldn’t follow Renee’s path, of course. First of all, vampires can’t get you pregnant. Second, she doesn’t think she ever wants to have a child. Third, she was at least one ring, a ceremony, and a very unsexy bite away from the physical contact that could get her pregnant.
The complete and total lack of physical satisfaction was what she was currently trying to discuss seriously. Edward was present, of course. But was he listening?
“Let me see if I understand you correctly,” Edward began with his eyebrows raised. Bella could already feel it; Her soul was dying. Her cheeks flared, and she knew the flush of her blood was hard for Edward to stand, which made all of this worse. He cleared his throat and stood up from the chair he had been sitting in. He took a few steps away. She wondered, not for the first time, if he would slip up and end her. That might honestly be preferable to having the conversation they were engaged in. She let herself imagine his fangs tearing into her throat, draining her lifeblood, and emptying as her heart pumped everything free. She wondered if he’d be as attractive with red eyes as he is with gold. Probably, honestly. It was a truly cruel joke written by the universe that the entire downfall of the human race could be carried out by the most attractive human-adjacent creatures ever to walk the Earth. Bella tried to shut down her wandering mind as Edward continued. “Your entire promise for our future is contingent on me,” he cleared his throat again, “getting you off?”
Bella balked. She coughed, choking on her own spit as she tried to breathe. That was not what she said. Where had he even heard that phrase? Her actual comment had been, “I am desperately underserved in the sexual department. For the love of god, please touch me.”
Bella loved Edward. She really did. So what if she didn’t have anything else to compare her current relationship to? She knew she liked broccoli, whether or not she tasted chocolate. She was happy with her extremely buttoned-up, blood-sucking partner. None of that was going to change, but she did have one request. She was a living, breathing, human girl with sexual urges. Every time they kissed, she wanted more. She could feel his body reacting, and she didn’t just mean his fangs. But every time, he cut their interactions short. His hands barely touched her. There was often a blanket between the two of them. His tongue had barely grazed hers once. Isabella Swan was desperate. She was tired of the metaphorical chastity belt she felt around her. She needed something. Anything. That was what she’d asked Edward for.
As her cheeks heated up, Bella thanked the gods that she hadn’t mentioned the lengths she’d gone to in an attempt to satisfy herself. Bella didn’t know exactly what she liked, but she had spent countless hours trying to figure it out. Every night Edward wasn’t with her, she had started clearing her internet history before she went to sleep. She didn’t want her boyfriend, or worse, her father, to realize she’d been exploring the internet and her body.
“Bella?” Edward had turned away from the window and was waiting for her answer. “Am I correct? You won’t agree to marry me until you orgasm?” he paused, then asked, “Are you okay?”
The darkness Bella found behind her fists was honestly soothing. She rubbed both her eyes, buying herself a few extra moments as she tried to compose herself. Was it this difficult for everyone to communicate with their boyfriend? He was so composed. It was upsetting. She opened her eyes to see that Edward was still waiting.
“That isn’t exactly what I said.”
“My love, help me understand.” Edward drew closer. She assumed her cheeks must have cooled enough for him to feel comfortable. “Tell me again, please. What do you need?” He sat across from her and reached for her hand, clasping it between both of his. “I want to be with you forever. Help me. Please.”
Edward’s desperation was the final straw. She was going to say it, and she was going to say it now. “I didn’t say anything about being engaged. I need to be touched. I want things to be done to me. I want them done with me, you know?” She felt her cheeks burning up again. “I want to feel, and touch, and yes,” She covered her eyes again as she continued, “I want to orgasm. I want to feel someone pull an orgasm from me, maybe absolutely rail me like those crazy porn girls who scream in ecstasy as it happens!” Her voice was far too loud, and she knew it. She uncovered her face, only to see that Edward was across the room again. “You can’t even make out with me! I need, Edward. I need so bad.” She imagined some faceless, nameless figure holding her down and having their way with her as she looked into Edward’s wide eyes. She considered telling him she’d started fantasizing about every person that walked by her as she wondered if she was about to give up some truly delightful human experiences for a future with him. “What if regret follows me into forever?”
Edward’s face softened as he looked at her. Bella knew she sounded desperate. She was desperate. “I would never want you to feel regret for eternity.” Bella smiled. She felt her entire body relaxing. “I have a solution. Please wait.”
Edward left the room. Bella remained there, alone and slightly confused, wondering if he was actually coming back. She hated to say it, but she could imagine him running off into the grey sunset, never to be seen again. It brought her no comfort that she thought the idea of touching her made her boyfriend run away. Oh well, she thought to herself as the seconds turned to minutes. Maybe if she waited long enough, the embarrassment would kill her.
The white noise machines in the garage were a game-changer for Rosalie. She could not believe it had taken her so long to think of using them. Ninety years of her life had gone by with absolutely no peace, and, finally, it was just her and her thoughts. If she cut herself a bit of slack (which she was not inclined to do), then really, she could only be blamed for sixty of those years. The machines had only been invented in 1962.
Now, the blank gray static helped her empty her mind of everything but the gleaming piece of machinery in her hand. She greased the threads of the metal bolt, preparing it for reinstallation. So what if it were deep within an engine, toiling away unseen? If it was worth doing, it was worth doing perfectly. She set the bolt in its place and gently hand-tightened it. She picked up her ratchet and affixed it to the hex-shaped top, tightening it to the precise seven foot-pounds recommended in the user manual. She wiped the extra grease off her hands with a rag.
The garage door behind her slowly began to open. As it whirred its way up, she could sense her oldest brother. Edward had a very distinctive air around him. Aside from his haughty superiority, he also smelled like the pretentious Dior cologne he paid six grand a bottle for. Rosalie could hear the sound of him grinding his teeth. As the door halted, the soft squeaking of his shoes assaulted her ears, thoroughly disrupting the peace she had felt before his appearance.
The interruption was complete when Edward crossed the artificial line between the real world and the sterility of her garage, her happy place, and, without asking, turned off the white noise machine.
“Rosalie,” he said in what he probably assumed was a soothing, appealing lilt. She knew it meant he wanted something from her. He only used that tone with her if he was about to beg. Edward huffed, clearly intruding on her thoughts. “That’s not true. I don’t beg.” He shifted again, his sneakers squeaking once more on the garage floor. “Can I make a request of you, though?”
Mentally, Rosalie tried to prepare herself for what it could possibly be. It couldn’t be about his car. She kept his embarrassing, hatchback, dad-style Volvo in pristine condition, even though he slammed on the brakes like they regularly caused him harm.
“Rose,” he pleaded. “You know I have nothing against the brakes.” He was whining as he said, “My car is just really sensitive!” He sighed. “So?”
“Ask your question, if you must.”
“Could you come inside, please. I would like you to speak to Bella.”
“Rosalie rolled her eyes. “What could you possibly need me to say to your precious human?” She dropped the rag onto the tarp by the car. It was almost ready to run again; she was so close to being finished.
“She’s experiencing something that I think you’re more qualified to handle than I am. Please?”
Rosalie sighed again, and Edward knew he had won, whether he was reading her mind or not. Curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction would bring it back.
“That’s the spirit,” Edward smiled.
“Get out of my head.”
“Sorry.”
Bella was scrolling on her phone when the door to his bedroom opened again. He smiled at her. She took that as a good sign. Maybe she would be getting some action from her boyfriend. But he left the door open, and Rosalie followed him in. She sat in a chair opposite Bella.
Edward stayed standing. “Rosalie, thank you for coming inside. I have an idea where you and Bella can help each other.”
Bella looked between Edward and Rosalie. What could they help each other with? Why was she in here? They had been having a private discussion. It was personal, intimate, and he had gone away while the matter was still unresolved. Now he had returned with his gorgeous, angry sister, who looked as confused as Bella felt.
Edward plowed on. “Rosalie, Bella has wants,” he looked at Bella’s stricken face, “needs really. I cannot fulfill them for her while she’s still human.” Bella’s blood ran cold. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
As the only human in the house, Bella had noticed that vampires reacted to stress differently. When Bella was anxious, she had to fidget. Her hands could not sit still, her sleeves were perfect for pulling on, and she bit her lip far too often. Vampires often grew more still. That was the only emotional tell she could read from the blonde vampire. Rosalie’s face had gone blank, her chest no longer rose and fell with unnecessary breath, and she didn’t even blink. Bella was sure that Rosalie had been given no indication what Edward wanted to talk about.
“She has indicated that she wants someone to touch her, please her,” he tilted his head, then held up his fingers as quotation marks, “’ absolutely rail her.’ I can’t do what she wants. I’m far too dangerous. If any other man tried to touch her, I would kill him. But women are different, you know? It doesn’t really count.” He shrugged, then smiled. “And I’ve read your thoughts. I think you two could help each other out.”
Bella’s eyes snapped to Rosalie’s frozen face. What thoughts had he heard from her? She wouldn’t have thoughts about Bella, would she?
“I believe you two can figure this out. I’ll leave the property now so you two can talk, and I’ll be gone for some time.”
Rosalie waited for her mind to catch up to what her brother had just done. She sat in Edward’s room, alone except for the beating heart across from her. She could tell by her heartbeat alone that the girl was embarrassed. Her heart raced, thundering along as her cheeks flushed, allowing the enticing smell of her blood to fill the room. If she wasn’t mistaken, there was another scent underneath it all. Bella was slightly excited. Rosalie felt indignant.
“Did you ask my brother to proposition me for you?” She didn’t think so, but the human had surprised her before.
Bella’s face turned white as the color fled from her cheeks. She sputtered for a moment before anything resembling words came out. “I-uh,” She stuttered again. “Rosalie, dear god.” Rosalie watched Bella’s throat bob as she swallowed hard. She could rip the girl’s throat out so fast. Her brother clearly didn’t think she would. “I would never request that!” Bella threw her hands wide open, practically begging to be believed.
Rosalie leaned back in Edward’s desk chair, crossing her arms, putting one leg over the other, and raising one eyebrow in disapproval. She felt slightly offended. “Never? What, do you not find me attractive?”
Blood rushed back into Bella’s cheeks. She jumped up and began pacing like she could wear a hole in the floor and disappear through it. “No, no, I mean,” She spun to face Rosalie. “Are you insane?” She spun away, pacing still .”Of course, I think you’re attractive!” She waved her hands in Rosalie’s general direction, gesturing up and down. She spun around, facing Rosalie again. ”You’re freaking gorgeous, and smart, and sexy, and-” Both Rosalie’s eyebrows rose as she watched the human think.
Bella turned away again, hiding her wild eyes as she paced. “I don’t know why I said all that. I think you’re very pretty. I have just never thought of you in-um-an inappropriate way.” Bella spun around again, this time ending her pacing entirely.
Rosalie considered the way that Bella hesitated. Ultimately, she could believe the human. She felt a strange warmth in her chest, blossoming into something close to affection. She had to know now. “Not once?”
“No.” Bella’s eyes darted to the side. Was Bella lying? Had she had thoughts? Rosalie cocked her head to the side and waited. “I mean, okay. You remember my first day at Forks, right? I did notice you first, out of everyone. But, you know, it wasn’t a thing or anything.”
Rosalie watched Bella’s face. Bella watched hers. Brown eyes blinked, avoiding the gaze. Gold ones didn’t. “Okay, Isabella, you have exactly 5 minutes to explain to me, in your own words, what I’m doing here before I leave and possibly never speak to you again.”
Bella felt like her ears were stuffed with cotton. She swallowed hard, looked away, and met Rosalie’s eyes again. They were bright gold, though her pupils seemed larger than usual. “What?” Bella couched. Why the actual fuck was her mouth so dry? She tried to start the sentence again. “What do you mean?” Why was her mind replaying the way Rosalie made her name sound? Why was her face so hot? Was it too warm in the house? Had it been too warm fifteen minutes ago?
“Well,” Rosalie stood and walked to Bella. She felt like she was a deer being stalked by a mountain lion. “You now have four minutes and fifty seconds to tell me what made my brother bring me in here and ask me to debase myself with you.” She stopped in front of Bella, mere inches between them, then held out her hand. Bella wasn’t sure what she wanted, so she set her hand in Rosalie’s. Rosalie gave her the brightest, deadliest smile she had ever seen. It felt as dangerous as James’ had a year ago. Rosalie’s free hand covered Bella’s, gently flipping it over. She explored Bella’s palm with her fingers. Bella couldn’t breathe.
Rosalie’s fingers glided down Bella’s palm, then back up to rest on her wrist. Bella watched, enthralled, as the cool fingers rested flat on the most prominent vein in her wrist. How could Rosalie stand being this close without wanting to kill her? Didn’t it make her thirst unbearable?
“Four minutes and forty seconds.”
What followed could only be described as word vomit. Bella and Rosalie were not close. They had never been close. The two barely counted as acquaintances. She had accepted they would never be friends. But, under the manipulative push of her definitely boyfriend, maybe fiancé, Bella Swan spilled her guts.
“This is so embarrassing. I’m going to kill him.”
“Not if I kill him first.”
Bella continued. “I’m so frustrated, Rosalie. I’m an 18-year-old girl, and I’ve never had sex. I’ve never been touched, not really. I haven’t even been properly kissed because my boyfriend is afraid of my blood, his mouth, his fangs, and his self-control.” She ran out of air, took a deep breath, and kept going. “I want, Rosalie! I want so badly. I desperately want to feel what the women in novels, tv shows, movies, and even porn are feeling, but he insists we get married first. I’m just so-” Bella almost said ‘horny,’ but she had hit the end of her bravery. She didn’t want to say more. This was already too embarrassing.
Rosalie stayed quiet, and Bella marveled at how nice Rosalie’s touch felt. Her hands felt nice. She thought every vampire was supposed to feel like a popsicle, an icy sculpture carved from perfection. She realized she was leaning forward a bit, drawn in by being touched. The vampire chuckled, a smooth, warm sound that calmed her heart and attacked her mind. Rosalie was laughing at her. She would never recover from this. A plan began to form in the back of her mind. She was going to rip her hand from between Rosalie’s, run from the room, and avoid the entire Cullen house until she was a vampire herself. That was the only way to recover from the awful hell Edward had carelessly thrust her into.
“Isabella.”
Bella’s blood thrummed within her. She felt full of flames and ice, a combination that kept her frozen in place as she burned alive. Rosalie’s fingers loosened, like she could tell Bella wanted to run and was giving her the option. Bella’s automatic response broke through her vaporlock. “You can call me Bella.”
Rosalie’s eyes pinned Bella in place. “Can I call you Isabella?”
“You can,” Bella choked on hair. “I-i mean, if you want. Whatever you want. Isabella is fine.” Smooth recovery, she told herself. Rosalie’s expression told her it wasn’t smooth at all.
“Isabella,” Rosalie began again, “you don’t have to be embarrassed. You’re touch-starved and horny.”
“Rosalie!” Bella finally took her hand back to cover her face.
“Ah, your five minutes are up.” Bella uncovered her face. “Lucky for you, I do understand why I’m here.” She stepped closer to Bella. Bella took a panicked step backwards and collided with Edward’s wall. “Careful, Isabella.” Rosalie didn’t come closer, and Bella wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. She felt the way her entire body came to life when Rosalie said ‘Isabella.’ She purred it like a lioness chasing its prey, and Bella did. Not. Hate. It.
Bella cleared her throat again. Her back remained flat against the plain, boring grey wall. “I’m sorry he brought you into this.”
Rosalie nodded. She took a half step closer to Bella, looked her up and down with one loaded look, and whispered like they were sharing a secret. “My brother is an idiot.” Rosalie leveled Bella with a serious, smoldering look. Bella pressed her hands flat against the wall behind her. Rosalie’s eyes dropped, and Bella wondered if Rosalie was listening to her sweaty palms scrabbling at the wall. She was embarrassed. She was nervous. But, she wasn’t afraid. She was, however, feeling badly turned on by the way her boyfriend’s sister looked at her and said her name. Rosalie’s eyes glided back up to Bella’s own. She felt naked, exposed, open.
“Isabella,” her knees wobbled. “I don’t care what Edward wants. What do you want?”
The question gave Bella pause. This morning, she had wanted Edward to kiss her at least. She had come to the house to demand he meet some of her needs, or...she hadn’t gotten that far. Instead, he had left her with his sister. Why was she asking what Bella wanted? She wouldn’t do it....would she? “Honestly?” Rosalie’s nod encouraged her. “To start, I really just want a real kiss.”
Time slowed down. Everything was happening to someone else. Bella Swan might be in the room, but this wasn’t her life, not really. Rosalie nodded again, then took another step closer. She and Bella were toe-to-toe. Bella had one thought. Oh my god. It looped on repeat. Rosalie was closer to Bella than she had ever been, other than...
Bella suddenly remembered that the night Jasper attacked her, every other vampire had disappeared. Edward, Alice, everyone. When the last vampire (Esme) had apologetically disappeared, she’d realized that two were left. While Carlisle worked on her injury, patching up the damage his sons had caused, Rosalie had hovered just a few feet away, blocking the doorway. It had felt hostile then. Now, not so much.
Rosalie’s gaze felt all-knowing. She wasn’t a mind reader, but she felt more seen in this moment than she had ever felt by Edward. Rosalie put a hand on the wall next to Bella, an inch or two out from her shoulder. She was very careful not to touch Bella, but she still felt her entire body going cold and hot and back again.
“Isabella,” Rosalie purred, and Bella bit her lip. “May I kiss you?” Bella’s heart stopped. There was no way the Ice Queen asked for her consent. This couldn’t be real. Through a haze of confusion, she nodded. Rosalie wasn’t going to do it. She was playing a prank, and it was Edward’s fault. Rosalie leaned in closer, and Bella could almost feel her. “Is there anything you don’t like?”
What could she say? What would be the least embarrassing thing to admit to when Rosalie laughs and leaves to tell everyone what she did to the poor human? “I don’t know.”
Rosalie’s eyebrows furrowed. She looked almost angry. “Then I’ll need you to tell me if I upset you or make you uncomfortable.” Bella nodded ever so slightly. She was afraid to move, afraid to destroy the way she felt, as if she might explode. She didn’t mind. Even the prank this far could feed her fantasies for some time.
Rosalie’s free hand moved up to settle on Bella’s hip. Bella jumped. Rosalie looked deep into her eyes and waited. Bella didn’t say anything. Rosalie’s other hand left the wall. Bella felt her chin lifting, raised by Rosalie’s cool, strong fingers. She hadn’t realized how much taller than her Rosalie was until their lips had to bridge the gap between them.
“Say it, Isabella.” Rosalie dipped her head lower and waited.
“Yes.” Why was her voice so small? “You may kiss me,” she whispered.
Rosalie didn’t have many concrete thoughts in the moment. She didn’t know why she was going along with this. When she realized why she had been brought to this room, she should have stormed out. Who was Edward to share that he had been reading her mind? Obviously, she knew he couldn’t help it, but long ago they had come to an agreement: Rosalie’s thoughts were an Edward exclusion zone. It did not matter what she thought about; he was not permitted to comment on any of it to anyone. Maybe a part of her thought this would teach him to respect her wishes...even if he were technically correct about what he had heard.
Rosalie hadn’t admitted there was a growing curiosity within her to anyone. She was almost positive her nosy sister had seen at least one of the many decisions Rosalie had nearly made. A thousand fantasies had crossed her mind, all centering around about a hundred women she had considered approaching. She had been alive for a long time, but this burgeoning curiosity was relatively new. Unfortunately, now she knew her insufferable brother had been keeping tabs on her wants, cataloguing her desires, and was weaponizing them for his own benefit. Fine. She could do the same.
As Rosalie stood far closer to Bella than she ever had before, she took stock of the human’s reactions. Her eyes were wide, her heart was racing, and her breath was shallow. Bella had not been one of the untouchable women she’d fantasized about. It wasn’t because she found the girl unattractive, but because, as Edward’s obsession, she had never been worth the trouble. But now here she was, ready and willing. Or at least her body was. Rosalie wasn’t taking any chances. She asked for permission, and when Bella only nodded, she made sure.
Rosalie wasn’t exactly sure when she tilted Bella’s chin up towards hers, and she couldn’t keep from watching Bella’s pink lips as she said, “Yes. You may kiss me.” She smiled at Bella, echoing her formal choice of words.
There was a brief moment, right before their lips met, when Rosalie wondered if she was making a mistake. What if she wasn’t actually attracted to women? What if she had spent so long wishing she could kiss a woman without exposing her vampirism that she had built up the experience, and now she would feel nothing? What if she felt everything? What if Bella hated it, and she carried that guilt...
Rosalie didn’t let her mind wander any further. She dipped closer, watched Bella’s eyes close slowly, and as carefully as if Bella might shatter, Rosalie kissed her. The kiss was soft, gentle, and brief. Bella’s lips were softer than she imagined they’d be. Bella’s heart rate spiked. Rosalie pulled back and tried to look in Bella’s eyes. They were still closed.
“Is that all?” Bella whispered, her breath bouncing off Rosalie’s lips.
Rosalie let go of Bella’s chin. The girl’s eyes opened, heavily lidded. Rosalie grazed the soft skin of Bella’s neck. “Do you want it to be?” She let her thumb stop on Bella’s pulse point, able to feel Bella’s heart as well as hear it.
“No.” Rosalie almost leaned in again, but Bella took in a sharp breath and continued. “I don’t,” she closed her eyes again. “I don’t really know how. Edward doesn’t really...” She opened her eyes, looking down and away. It seemed like she was afraid of Rosalie’s judgment.
“I can show you how.” Rosalie tried to keep her eagerness out of her voice. The first kiss had been so short. She didn’t know if she liked it yet. She wanted to know.
Bella nodded. “Please.”
Rosalie’s hands moved like they had a mind of their own. She caressed Bella’s neck and slid her fingers into Bella’s hair, using the grip to tilt Bella’s head back up. Her nails dragged across the skin there, and Bella gasped as goosebumps erupted across her arms. Rosalie moved her hand from Bella’s hip to her lower back, pressing forward and bringing Bella closer. She kissed Bella again, carefully guiding the girl.
Rosalie tilted her head slightly, slotting their mouths at just the right angle. Bella’s hands hung limply at her sides, like she didn’t know what to do with them. Rosalie opened her mouth and grazed Bella’s lower lip with her tongue. Bella gasped, and she took the opportunity to push her tongue into the girl’s open mouth. Bella came to life, her hands flying up and scrabbling for purchase on Rosalie’s back, pulling them closer together. As Bella pushed back against her, she released Bella’s hair, using her arm to support her weight as she leaned them into the wall.
Bella’s hands slipped under the hem of Rosalie’s shirt. Warm fingers pressed against her skin, and Rosalie couldn’t help but let her teeth graze Bella’s lip. Bella moaned again, this time deep, throaty, and full of want. Her hips pushed heavily against Rosalie’s, and the scent of her want filled the room.
Bella’s kisses were clumsy. Her fingers slipped against Rosalie’s back, unsure whether they wanted to grab at her or stroke against her skin. Her tongue stumbled, clearly uncertain what strokes to make against Rosalie’s confidence. She tilted her head a little too far, and they clacked teeth. Rosalie found it all thrilling.
“I’m so sorry,” Bella mumbled when they broke apart to breathe. “I’m no good at this.”
Rosalie growled a little, cutting it off abruptly to avoid scaring the girl. She kept Bella pinned to the wall and kept her tone light. “Aren’t I good enough at this for both of us?” Bella’s breathless nods of agreement activated something aggressive in Rose, and she had to take a small step back. To cover her retreat as Bella’s hands fell from her skin, Rosalie asked, “Was that okay?”
At first, Bella didn’t say anything. She nodded. With two fingers, she touched her lips. Rosalie waited. “Do you think that-” Bella stopped, then started again. “Would you mind kissing me one more time?”
“I wouldn’t mind at all.” Bella’s hands gripped Rosalie’s shoulders as she stood on her tiptoes, eager to continue. Rosalie smirked as she returned her hand to Bella’s hip, this time with her fingers under the hem of Bella’s shirt, touching the smooth, bare skin she found there. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” Bella’s eyes closed again. When their lips met this time, Bella was more forward than she had been before. She opened her mouth first, clumsily asking for entrance into Rosalie’s mouth with just her tongue. Rosalie smiled as she acquiesced, sucking on Bella’s tongue and drawing another gasp from her. Bella threw one arm around Rosalie’s neck, hanging on for dear life.
Bella nibbled at Rosalie’s lips, and Rosalie couldn’t contain herself. She picked Bella up and carried her over to Edward’s bed, never breaking the kiss. Her hands gripped Bella’s thighs, keeping her hovering over the boring blue bedspread. Rosalie’s mind ran as she responded to Bella’s kisses. She shouldn’t lie Bella down on her brother’s bed. She instead held Bella closer to her. Bella thrust her hips forward, and the scent of her excitement flooded Rosalie’s senses. She did like this, very much. Kissing women was more fun than she had imagined.
Bella’s hand slowly slid down from Rosalie’s shoulder as they kissed. Her hand froze as it grazed the top of Rosalie’s breast, and she froze, withdrawing from Rose’s lips to breathe. “I’m sorry, was that too much?”
Rosalie’s eyebrows knitted together. Bella rested her head on Rosalie’s shoulder, her warm breath against Rosalie’s neck. “Was it too much for you?” She countered, trying not to damage the mood between them.
“No. That...that wasn’t too much for you?”
Rosalie realized what Bella was doing. She was treating Rosalie the way she treated Edward. Rosalie met Bella’s lips one more time before answering. “If it was too much for me,” she said as she moved her lips to Bella’s neck, mouthing and gently tonguing against the sensitive skin there before she continued, “then I would have said so.”
“I’m sorry.” Rosalie didn’t answer. Instead, she sucked at Bella’s neck, feeling the blood beneath rise to the surface. She was sure she was giving the girl a hickey. She had read about them in books, but she’d never given one. Bella’s hand moved lower, almost grasping Rosalie’s chest. “Rosalie,” Bella’s moan, combined with her scent and her hands on Rosalie, made it difficult for Rosalie to stop. She did, the taste of Bella’s skin making her mouth feel numb. She wanted to kiss her more.
“I think I should set you down.” Rosalie put Bella on the bed and took in the girl’s appearance. Bella’s face was flushed, her lips were plump, and on her neck was a bright red circle with slightly darker purpling spots within it. Bella shifted on the bed, squirming before standing up.
“Are you okay?” Rosalie checked in. She couldn’t imagine carrying on in this eternal existence if she had done anything to make Bella feel taken advantage of.
Bella took a few wobbly steps, then turned to look at Rosalie. “I am good. So good. Really good.” She shifted again, and Rosalie knew exactly why Bella couldn’t get comfortable. “You’re really good at that.”
“I’ve practiced.” Rosalie’s eyes landed on Bella’s quickly developing hickey, and she turned to leave the room. Before the door shut behind her, she said, “Let me know if you want to practice some more.” She hurried to her room, eager to be alone.