Ownership: Nothing but the story

A/N: Sorry for the major delay, lots happened over the holiday. I've got this huge, huge chapter that I'm still like, fleshing out, and it's taking forever, so I'm cutting just this intro off and posting it now so I won't annoy you guys further. I should be able to get the rest done soon - this is like a teaser. The problem is that, even though it's incredibly long, I don't want to cut the majority of Rosalie's story off, it will just screw up the flow… Anyway, thank you so much for all of the awesome reviews and personal messages – it's really great to hear from all of you, and I'm so proud of my reviews, to which I owe all of you a monster debt of gratitude… PS – Usual errors, plus I've noticed that some of my words get omitted when the chapters are uploaded from Microsoft word to the fanfiction site, and I can't figure out why, so I apologize for the times it gets a little choppy… Anyone know why this happens, by the way?

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"Ugh would you just take the test Rose, God you are such a pain in the ass…" Bella smacked Rosalie in the arm and waved Emmett's brand new iPad in her face as the handsome boy chuckled nearby. All three were bundled up in under blankets outside in the yard on a Friday night.

Rosalie scowled at Bella.

"Yeah ROSE, you're SUCH a pain in the ass," Emmett snickered as he parroted Bella's words and leaned over from his spot next to the chaise the two girls shared to blow smoke on his sister. Rosalie coughed dramatically and waved off both the smoke and the persistent arms of the brunette that tried to force the fancy new gadget upon her.

"Sorry Rosalie, I'd defend your honor but seeing as you continue to refuse to take one tiny, itty bitty little test for me-" Bella continued to tease her and wave the iPad in her face.

"No, I'm not taking the test, no, no, no!" Rosalie crossed her leanly muscled arms defiantly and scowled again. She whipped her head to the right and shot a glare at her brother. "And you, you are in BIG trouble…" Emmett returned her glare with another chuckle.

"You know Rosalie, you look much prettier when you smile, wouldn't you agree, Emmett?" Bella made a grab at Rosalie's nose, but the agile blonde caught her hand and bit it playfully. Emmett said nothing but continued to laugh.

"No way Bella, scowling is really in this season, it's like THE look at Vogue right now, trust me, I'm a MODEL, as you like to remind me EVERY SINGLE DAY…" Rosalie bit at Bella's hand again and growled through her teeth.

"Ow, I can't see, your teeth are too white, they've blinded me, my retinas have burned out, oh the pain-" Bella held the back of her hand up to her eyes and squinted as she writhed in feigned agony. "But wait Rosalie, how would you know that scowling is 'in', I thought you only had three looks, Blue Steel, Le Tigre, and –"

Rosalie groaned as she cut her off: "Yeah, Yeah, and Ferrari and my new look, Magnum… Using Zoolander jokes on a model, how very clever and original…" The gorgeous blonde rolled her eyes yet again, but when she noticed that Bella began to pout and look legitimately miffed, Rosalie swung her head away and then whipped it back, perfect cheeks sucked in dramatically and a dark smolder fixed on her girlfriend.

Bella giggled in spite of herself.

"Please tell me you're at least an ambi-turner…" Bella parried back through giggles, and Emmett laughed heartily from his spot in the chair next to them.

"Jesus Bella, you're just not scared of her at all, are you?" He questioned between chuckles.

"Why should she be scared of me?" Rosalie interrupted innocently before Bella could respond and she reached out and pulled Bella into her arms, cooing and purring as she nuzzled the brunette and pressed kisses to her cheeks.

"Yeah Emmett, why should I be scared of Rosie here, didn't you know she's a total pussy when it comes to me?" Bella goaded Rosalie as she pulled back and turned to smile smugly at her.

Emmett, of course, burst out into guffaws. "Rosie? ROSIE? Oh man, Rosalie, there are no words…"

"Bell-a" Rosalie whined for probably only the third or fourth time in her entire life, faking a pout of her own as she continued in a pained voice: "You're ruining my reputation, I thought that was our little secret…"

"Awww, and it was, my highborn, sublime, gentle little puppy, that is, until you refused to take the test…" Bella sat back even farther on the chaise, facing Rosalie with her arms crossed tightly around Emmett's iPad and an impish grin teasing the corners of her full, rosy lips.

"Highborn? Sublime? Little puppy? Who says that?" Rosalie snarked unbelievingly as her brother continued to howl in the background. "Oh shut it Emmett before I tell her about you and Pet Cemetery-"

"What about Pet Cemetery?" Bella, ever curious, whipped her head to her left to stare at Emmett inquisitively.

"Nothing I'm not afraid to tell you myself Bella, I pooped my pants during that movie when I was eight because I was so scared," Emmett grinned victoriously at his sister. "See Rosalie, I'm better at this than you think…"

"Oh poor Emmett, that movie WAS scary, now help me out here buddy – come on Rose, please, please, please?" Bella begged, sitting Indian-style in front of the lithe blonde model as Rosalie leaned back against the lounge, arms still crossed and eyes glaring. "Why won't you take the test, Emmett and I both have, why won't you just play along?"

"Because we're both Gryffindors and Rosalie's always sorted into Slytherin…" Emmett rolled his eyes and interjected matter-of-factly.

Bella looked at Rosalie aghast.

"A Slytherin? You?" She teased Rosalie sarcastically as she feigned shock.

"Very funny. Just because I'm not all brave and noble like you two fools, it doesn't mean I'm a bad person. They never ask 'if someone was drowning, would you save them' or 'do you cut up the plastic on a six-pack so the sea turtles don't get stuck', no, it's always just 'would you cheat on a test' or 'do you hold grudges' or 'do you like the dark arts' or whatever…"

Rosalie was really only refusing to take the test on Emmett's new iPad because she was in the mood to torture Bella a bit, and ever since Bella had finally finished the seventh book, the smaller girl had been pleading with her to take it non-stop.

She wanted Rosalie to take it so badly...

"It's not like Gryffindors are so great," Rosalie continued with a smirk, "and whatever, Slytherins are cunning and sexy. I have no desire to exterminate minorities, okay? I just enjoy getting revenge and I might be a little bit sneaky on occasion…"

Rosalie casually ran elegant fingers through her icy blond hair as she sipped from a glass of cold whiskey. Her pale skin glowed in the soft shimmer of the white Christmas lights they'd strung along the trellis borders, and her green eyes (currently a blend of lime and aqua – but the shades changed frequently and peculiarly) sparkled brilliantly, always looking their brightest and most unnaturally colored in the winter months against the backdrop of Rosalie's porcelain complexion and shiny pale locks. Winter was always the time she was told she looked her most beautiful – "haunting" was a term frequently used, but Rosalie herself much preferred a golden tan and sun-bleached summer tresses to her current pallor and perfectly highlighted white-blonde hair.

But most people seemed to really like the striking contrast of her features against her glowing green eyes during the colder months, and this was always this time of year when she was the most frequently requested for modeling jobs.

"You do kind of have a Malfoy look going on right now, Rose…" Bella shifted and turned away from Rosalie as she scooted back into her, coming to rest in a comfortable spot sitting between Rosalie's gazelle-like legs. She pulled the blanket up over them and held the screen so that Rosalie was forced to watch, tapping furiously until she reached the website she was looking for. "I don't know if you'd really be a Slytherin if you took this one, it's actually a personality test and much more realistic."

Rosalie knew the test Bella was referring to, and she rolled her eyes in defeat as she brought an arm around Bella's waist and pulled her up so that she could lean in and kiss behind the smaller girl's delicate, slightly rosy-from-the-cold ear. It really wasn't that chilly out, but Bella, being a Floridian, had lately seemed to shiver whenever the mercury dropped below 55.

"Don't bother Bella, I made her take that one too, she still ends up in Slytherin…" Emmett turned to face his sister, who pulled her lips from their current spot in Bella's soft hair and peered over at the boy with a somewhat puzzled expression. She wasn't sure why Emmett was suddenly being so forthcoming and open about her- she'd always been able to count on him to respect and protect her need for privacy more than anyone else in her life. Although being the only other person that Bella was open about their relationship with, Emmett had grown closer and much more comfortable around Bella, but his behavior tonight was still a bit out of character.

"Although Rosalie," Emmett continued, speaking directly and confidently to his sister, "if you switched out 'people' for 'animals' in every question on the test, I guarantee you'd be an honorable, brave, incredibly popular, gorgeous Gryffindor like me and Bella!"

Rosalie laughed. "Oh thank you, one can only hope…"

Whatever was going on with her brother, it wasn't worth getting upset about…

Bella twisted her neck so she could look up at the blonde. "You like animals?"

Emmett snorted. Rosalie grimaced internally, finding his little non-verbal conversation interrupters to be incredibly annoying. "I'll take your brother's pig noise as a 'yes' then?" Bella sighed, and the tone in her next words sounded legitimately frustrated: "Just one more thing I don't know about Rosalie Hale, what a shocker…"

"Bella, you know tons about me!" Rosalie insisted enthusiastically as she playfully began to pepper kisses all over Bella's face until she elicited a giggle, ignoring her brother's annoyed protests over their PDAs as she cajoled and teased the gorgeous girl into a smile.

"Oh yeah, like what?" Bella's retort was sassy as she grabbed Rosalie's hands that were wrapped around her waist from behind and squeezed them tightly.

"Well…" Rosalie's tone was low and seductive as she began: "You know a lot, let me think where to start… You know that I think you're the most incredible girl I've ever met, you know that I think you're unbelievably beautiful, and clever, and bright, and you know that I want to be with you more than anything else in the world…"

Emmett could have heard if he'd focused, but his attention was now fixed on the iPad he'd reclaimed, so Rosalie didn't have to worry about his presence making Bella uncomfortable. She was quite sure that Emmett would have made well more than just one snarky comment if he had heard his sister speaking to Bella with such affection and devotion.

Not that Rosalie cared, but she did care about Bella…

"Let's think Bella, um you know that it's really mean to rub my thigh under the blanket like you're doing right now because it makes me completely crazy whenever you touch me, and if you didn't know, let me tell you now that you look really, really good in my chunky black angora turtleneck, even though it's way too big on you, because I think it looks fucking sexy with the neck all loose and scrunched up like it is right now…"

"Keep going," Bella purred quietly in return as she continued to stroke Rosalie's thigh, the blonde's lean muscles clad only in thin black leggings and very sensitive to her touch. Bella twisted her neck so that her breath puffed hot on Rosalie's cheek, and she brought her lips to rest against the smooth skin.

"You know that I love that you like wearing my clothes because you like having a part of me touching you, and you know that I wear my little low red chucks that you bought me all the time now because they came from you… You know that I think kissing you is probably the most incredible feeling in the entire world, second only to how it feels when you tell me you love me, and possibly also just behind how it feels when you um, you know, do stuff to me…"

Bella groaned as she twisted and pressed back tightly into the blonde's toned body.

"Keep going," she whispered again. Emmett was still fiddling with his new gadget, completely oblivious to what was going down on the chaise only a foot and a half away from where he sat.

"Um, you know how much I love that you know all of those crazy vocabulary words, because you know that I double-majored in English Lit and Psychology in college, and you know that I minored in Chemistry and Biochemistry, so you know that I'm a huge nerd-"

"You're not a nerd," Bella breathed.

"Yes I am, and you're the popular-girl Marketing major, but I like that you minored in Anthropology, that's fucking sexy…" Rosalie breathed back at the captivating brunette, hissing slightly as Bella's hand dropped behind her back and down between the blonde's legs.

Bella groaned quietly and smirked as she pressed the hand against Rosalie's center.

"Keep talking," she commanded again as she began to very, very subtly rock back into the blonde, her movements imperceptible to anyone but Rosalie, who very much felt the adrenaline Bella had just sent racing through her body.

"Um, you know that I began fantasizing about being with you practically the night you came over and we started talking, even though I didn't want to admit it to myself, and you know that I'd be content to listen to you talk about anything for hours, but you know that I could also fuck you for hours as well and be pretty happy with that too-"

Bella groaned again, a little bit louder, and Rosalie felt her shudder.

Rosalie's breaths came more frequently as the backs of Bella's fingers pushed into her center. "You know that I really don't want you to dislocate your shoulder touching me the way you are right now, but you also know that when you touch me there it's getting harder and harder for me to resist you, because I just don't want to anymore…

"Then don't…" Bella started to flex her fingers so that the knuckle on her middle finger rubbed right against Rosalie's clit, and the blonde hissed again, involuntarily squeezing Bella even tighter.

"Do you know that you're the only person that's ever really made me feel good like the way you do? I mean, not standard good, like really, really, I-can't-move-and-all-I –see –is-white-I-just-came-so-hard good? Do you know you're the only person that's ever been able to do that to me?"

Bella shook her head 'no' and let out a hiss of her own as Rosalie's fingers found their way to her center and she began to rub through the smaller girl's skinny dark denim jeans.

"Do you know why you're the only person that's even been able to do that to me? I'll give you a hint, it's not just because I, um, you know, I love – shit, um it's not just because of that, there's another reason…"

"What else is it then?" Bella whispered breathily, shuddering at Rosalie's words even though the blonde wasn't able to finish them. Rosalie loved that Bella didn't need to hear all of it right away – she got the gist of what Rosalie was trying to say, and even Rosalie's half words seemed to make the gorgeous girl incredibly happy.

"It's also because you are better in bed than anyone I've ever been with. You're not just the best sex I've ever had because I care so much about you, you're also the best sex I've ever had because you're technically fucking incredible. You have crazy skills, especially with the um, the purple thing we like, I mean oh my God, sex with you is fucking the best thing on Earth. I have to try so hard to keep the memories of our, um, our nights out of my head during the day sometimes, because I get so wet when I think about it that it's led to some potentially very embarrassing situations…" Rosalie nuzzled her nose into the soft spot behind Bella's ear as she purred, no longer afraid of the words that always seemed to spill out of her around the beautiful girl. They were just words, right?

"Like when?" Bella husked her question and tried to muffle a moan as Rosalie began to massage her clit with more pressure. "Rose," she whispered. "That feels good, mmm…"

"Good…" Rosalie whispered back.

"Rose, like when?" Bella reiterated in another moan.

"Like when I'm sitting at a board meeting for the Bailey House last week trying to run numbers with our finance trustee, but all I can think about is when you had me up against the wall in Jasper's room that night, and so I'm wearing this thin little grey wool sheath dress and I have to literally bolt outside and spend ten minutes getting air because my thong is um, totally soaked and I could feel it starting to hit my dress. And even then, standing on the street in the cold, all I could think about was the way your hands felt on my body, and the way your tongue felt and your fingers, and shit the way your abs flexed when I rode you, and the way you moved into me, I mean, oh my God, thinking about you and me like that is um, like Chinese water torture…"

Rosalie whimpered as Bella continued to knead her knuckle into the captivated blonde's clit, and she suddenly regretted having said so much, but only because now she was really wet and wound up and her brother was sitting literally right next to them.

"No one makes you wet like I do, right?" Bella growled, andRosalie whimpered again.

Possessive Bella was the ultimate turn-on for her.

"No one, Bella, no one. See, you DO know things about me…"

Rosalie brought her knees up on either side of Bella to make a tent out of the blanket, and she slowly unzipped Bella's jeans from underneath it and dipped her fingers behind the waistband of the slender brunette's underwear.

Bella hissed and squirmed, then groaned rather noisily.

"Shhh… shhh… let's see how quiet you can be…" Rosalie purred temptingly as she began to run her fingers through Bella's soft folds.

"Ugh, I can't be quiet, you know that!" Bella whisper-yelled.

Rosalie struggled to grab her iPhone out of her coat pocket, and she spoke her next words at a normal volume as she announced to her brother:

"We're going to listen to your Essential Guitar Wails mix, Bella's never heard it."

She fiddled to open the iPod app with her left hand and plug it into the sound dock that rested on the other chaise while her right hand continued to stroke Bella underneath her panties.

Rosalie could feel short nails digging into her thighs as Bella struggled to keep silent and still.

"You've never heard Essential Guitar Wails, oh man Bella, that's one of my best mixes, and you know your girlfriend here can play every single one of them, so make a list and force her to bring her guitar over soon so we can get her to entertain us, go it?" Emmett grinned enthusiastically at the struggling, extremely wet brunette briefly before returning his attention to the screen of the iPad.

Rosalie turned the volume up on the dock, and "Hot For Teacher"began blasting into the yard, effectively drowning out Bella's noises.

"Just don't move too much, okay?" Rosalie purred into her ear as she brought her left hand underneath the blanket as well and pulled Bella's tight jeans down slightly. The brunette moaned deliciously into her ear as Rosalie maneuvered her so that Bella's head could rest on her left shoulder, facing away from Emmett now.

She began to hum contentedly as she dragged fingers deeper into the heated folds and felt Bella's body respond on every level.

It was one of the many things Rosalie loved about Bella – not only did she climax so easily and frequently, but also when Rosalie touched her, she responded like a finely tuned instrument, as cliché as Rosalie knew that sounded. Bella was so sensitive to everything Rosalie did, and she got so much pleasure out of the taller blonde, that it was impossible not to want to touch her at every opportunity she was given. The way Bella reacted to her; her moans, and twitches, and heavy breaths; her frantic movements and pants; the way she talked dirty and screamed her name, and the way she climaxed over and over – Bella made Rosalie feel like some sort of god. Rosalie had always been known and praised for her sexual abilities, and she was very confident going into their relationship, but Bella had still managed to make her feel like she was the most arousing, most incredibly skilled lover on the planet.

"Oh fuck Rosalie, you're so fucking evil, God you get me so wet when you talk to me like that, can you feel how bad I got just then?" Bella leaned back so that she could whisper close to Rosalie's ear, and Rosalie felt a growl form in her throat as the girl's nails raked up her thighs. She shivered, but not from the cold.

"Will you keep talking to me, it's so fucking sexy Rose, I love your voice, keep talking to me, tell me what I feel like…"

Bella's breath caught as a lone finger teased her entrance.

"You feel incredible," Rosalie growled in return, keeping one eye trained on her brother, who was now absorbed in some sort of racing game with his headphones plugged in to block out the music from the dock's speakers. His chair was perfectly positioned so that he faced the apartment instead of the chaise, and he was too focused on his game to register any of the movement under the blanket in his periphery.

"But I always tell you about how you feel, did you know that you also always smell like grapefruits, actually more like just general citrus, because you're sweeter than grapefruit, but crisp and fresh and I swear I can smell verbena on you, and it's the most incredible scent in the world, I don't think it's just your shampoo because I taste it on your skin everywhere I kiss you... I wish I was kissing you everywhere right now…" Rosalie inhaled deeply, almost to make sure Bella's subtle, fresh scent was real, and indeed it was.

"Where would you kiss me right now if you could?"

Bella wasn't fucking around tonight; she wanted Rosalie to talk.

"I want you to tell me because it will make me come faster, but Rosalie a part of me doesn't want to come fast because God having your fingers on me feels so good."

"I'm watching Emmett, Bella, he isn't paying attention. We don't have to rush. But I'll make you come when I'm good and ready to…" Rosalie's purr was seductive and somewhat raspy. Bella shivered, but managed to joke:

"So bossy Rosalie, always so bossy."

Rosalie tossed her head back with laughter. "You're one to talk, I never thought quiet, shy Bella Swan would end up being such a stubborn, feisty little thing!" She dipped her middle finger shallowly into Bella's entrance, teasing her hole and causing Bella to writhe wildly.

"Mmmm, oh fuck, Rosalie you always act like I'm this tiny little thing when you're only what, 5'9, mmmm-" Rosalie dipped her finger in deeper this time, pressing into the tight hole, made even tighter by the extremely skinny jeans that kept Bella's legs from spreading very far, as her left hand ran up Bella's thigh and began to trace small circles around her clit. "-mmm, like I was saying, oh fuck, um, you're not that much bigger than me, just because you're all freakishly strong and you wear four inch heels, how come I have to be the little one?"

"You don't want to be the little one?" Rosalie purred, curling her slender finger and pushing farther inside of her as the blonde's other hand teased Bella's sensitive nub.

"No, I do, but I like to be the top sometimes too…"

Rosalie threw her head back in laughter again:

"Oh my goodness I wasn't expecting you to say that, you like to be the top? Someone knows their girl-girl sex terms all of a sudden, huh?" She squeezed Bella's sides with her upper arms and pressed a kiss to her cheek as she chuckled, and began to rub her thumb directly over Bella's clit, dropping it lower to bring up her wetness and then rolling the bud, over and over.

"FUCK," Bella shouted and Rosalie's head whipped over to see if her brother had heard.

He was still absorbed by the game. The music had switched over to "Seventeen," and the heavy guitar riffs had successfully covered Bella's voice.

"Bella," Rosalie giggled as she began to stroke her center more rhythmically. Her thumb massaged the smaller girl's hard nub at a slightly faster pace. "That's not being quiet."

"Mmmm, mmmm, Rosalie keep talking to me, do you like it when I top you, do you?" Bella tried to growl her question out between moans, but it came out as more of a whimper.

"Yes," Rosalie breathed. "I don't like when you call it that but I like when you do it."

"And you didn't like it before me, right?" Bella was breathing hard as Rosalie rubbed her and thrust in as deeply as she could.

"Only you make it feel good, Bella, only you." Rosalie could feel Bella starting to pulse slightly, and every muscle in the smaller girl's body had already gone rigid.

She rubbed faster.

"Shit Rosalie, I want you inside of me, that's not deep enough, I need more, fuck I want to feel you inside every inch of me, FUCK, mmm…"

The willowy blonde moaned audibly at Bella's words.

"Shhh Bella don't talk like that, you're getting me all wound up and one of us needs to pay attention…" Rosalie turned and nipped lightly at her lip as she scolded her beautiful girlfriend.

"No, FUCK paying attention, I need you to fuck me, oh fuck, I need more, I need more…"

"Pull your left knee up," Rosalie commanded as she stilled their movements. Bella did as she was told, and Rosalie quickly reached down under the cover of the massive blanket and undid the trembling girl's shoe. Bella helped wriggle out of the left leg of her jeans and panties as Rosalie kept a watchful eye on her preoccupied, tuned-out brother.

"Oh fuck yes," Bella groaned in anticipation as Rosalie dropped her own knee and kept Bella's bent as she spread her wide and moved the smaller girl's leg to rest outside of her own. She then subtly pressed Bella's knee down as she raised hers again, tilting Bella to the right slightly.

"Fuck Rose…"

Bella was rubbing herself while Rosalie moved her; the blonde couldn't believe how reckless Bella got when she was turned on.

Rosalie wrapped her left arm tightly around her waist to keep her sitting upright, and began to trail her right hand down Bella's chest, teasing her as she chuckled.

"Rose don't fucking tease me, what's so funny?"

Bella was could be very ornery when she wanted to get off.

"I've got you in a position straight out of a porn and I'm about to fuck you under a blanket in our backyard with Winger and now Quiet Riot playing and my brother sitting not two feet away and you're like this sex-crazed lunatic, it's pretty funny…" Rosalie's voice was amused but still low and seductive as she tried to cease her own soft laughter.

"Well it's your fucking fault ROSE," Bella groaned and squirmed as she bit her lip to muffle her heavy breathing. "You're the one that's so good at this, I swear to God, you better touch me right now or I'll start to moan your name so loud that your brother will hear EVERYTHING, I'm not kidd-"

"Shhh," Rosalie chuckled. "Don't rush me, I need to take my time, I want to feel you-" she ran the fingers of her left hand down the exposed flesh of Bella's inner thigh while her right ghosted over her center and grasped her at the apex of her leg and hip, kneading the flesh as she spread Bella even wider.

She did not touch her core.

"You're so beautiful, my Bella, so beautiful. Can you feel how open you are now? Can you feel the cold air coming through the blanket?" Rosalie husked her last words dangerously.

She wasn't laughing anymore.

"Yes," Bella whispered back. "But please just-"

"No, I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you." Rosalie purred her order with an authority that was seductively powerful.

Bella gulped.

"I want you to um, to touch me," Bella gulped again.

"Where?" Rosalie quested in a provocative whisper.

"There, um, you know…" Rosalie brought the middle finger of her right hand to the edge of Bella's opening and pressed in so that the tip was lost inside of her.

"Here?"

"Yes, there," Bella hissed.

"Tell me how you want it, do you want me to be slow and gentle like this-" Rosalie curled her wrist and pushed the one finger slowly inside of her, and pulled out just as slowly, continuing the motion for a few thrusts as she rubbed the palm of her left hand across Bella's clit in time. Bella's walls immediately clenched around Rosalie, and she felt Bella twitch slightly.

Bella hadn't lost her momentum; she was still very close.

"Or do you want me to go deep and hard? Which do you want, Bella?" Rosalie curled her tongue and accentuated the 'a' as she purred her name.

"Deep and hard, I want you to fuck me deep and hard…" Bella panted. "And I want you to spread me open with your other hand while you fuck me and rub my clit with your palm. I want to feel your gorgeous hands all over me…"

With those words, Rosalie's composure went down the drain. She hadn't expected Bella to suddenly get the hang of her questioning and counter like that, and she shook with her own arousal.

A noise snapped Rosalie back into focus, and she stilled their movements immediately and pretended to headbang to the music as Emmett got up and quickly glanced over at them.

"Rosalie, I gotta run to Brenner's to see his dealer, I'll be back in like, ten minutes, do you guys want anything?" Emmett was still playing with the touch screen, and barely looked up again as he spoke.

"Nope, I'm good, Bella?" Rosalie questioned her playfully.

"No," Bella literally squeaked.

"Cool, see you in ten…" Emmett loped over to the door.

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Rosalie held Bella perfectly still as she watched Emmett walk into the apartment. Bella started to stir and speak, but she shushed her. Emmett hadn't closed the back door, and the blonde was listening intently for the tell-tale slam of their heavy front door to indicate that he'd left. As soon as she heard the slam, Rosalie reached to her right for the string of lights that dangled over the grill and yanked one of the bulbs out.

Bella gasped as the entire backyard went dark.

"You're like the MacGyver of sex or something," she whispered.

"Oh fuck Bella, you're killing me, here, quickly move -" Rosalie flipped her over so that the extremely flushed girl was now facing her and straddling her lap, and Rosalie immediately knocked the back of the chaise lower by a notch.

"Rose, hurry, please, I can't stand it," Bella breathed as she bit her lip and panted, glowering at Rosalie with the most aroused, beautifully darkened eyes Rosalie was sure she had ever seen.

She leaned back, the lounge now at about a 60 degree angle, and tried to pull Bella down, but Bella moaned:

"No, stay sitting up, I want to ride your fingers while I fuck you with my tongue."

She reached out and undid the belt of Rosalie's cashmere trench, sliding a hand up her shirt. Rosalie gasped as Bella began to knead her breast, and she quickly brought her own hand back to the smaller girl's center.

Bella watched her hand trail down, and she looked up at Rosalie, surprising the blonde with a devilish smile as she panted "Oh fuck yeah."

"You're happy?" Rosalie teased as she pulled the small of Bella's back into her and kissed her nose.

"Yeah," Bella grinned, and then inhaled sharply as Rosalie brought her down onto her two longest fingers, penetrating her narrow hole as she began to guide her hips.

She reveled in the expressions on Bella's face as pleasure washed over her and she began to moan and bounce. Rosalie went right for the jugular, immediately pushing in deep and curling one of her fingers slightly.

"Oh fuck yes, oh fuck, don't make me come yet, I want to keep going, I've spent all day thinking about this…"

Rosalie was about to kiss her when she saw the light go on in Alice's room.

"Oh shit," she hissed.

"What?" Bella panted as she bobbed.

"Alice is home, she doesn't come outside right away, does she?"

Rosalie was nervous. She did not want to have to stop.

"We have at least five minutes…" Bella looked even more nervous than Rosalie as she awaited the blonde's response.

"Well, fuck we better get moving then!" Bella managed to giggle and grin at her words in between breathy moans before grabbing Rosalie's face and pressing their lips together firmly. Within seconds, Bella had slipped her tongue into Rosalie's mouth, and the taller blonde sighed as their connection spread adrenaline through every inch of her lean body.

She brought her other hand down, and painted Bella's clit with juices from her now practically dripping center so that she could work her nub in furious rhythm. Bella tried to keep kissing Rosalie, but was quickly rendered unable to do anything but moan and half talk into Rosalie's mouth as she rode her long fingers.

"Oh Rose, Rosalie, Rose, Rose, oh fuck, Rose, Rosie, Rose, fuck yes, oh God…"

The smaller girl couldn't help herself, she seemed to always need to talk and say her name, and Rosalie loved it.

"Oh God Rose, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she almost sounded like she was crying as she whimpered, her breath panting and interrupting her words every time she dropped down onto Rosalie's endless digits. "Oh God Rose, how are your fingers so long, oh God, I feel you everywhere-" Rosalie was twisting and spreading her fingers inside the girl as she bounced up and down. "Oh FUCK, Rose, Rose, Rose…"

Rosalie felt Bella's clit twitching and worked it relentlessly as the panting girl's walls went into full spasm around her. "How does it feel, mmm, oh FUCK, mmm, how does it feel Rose?"

Rosalie knew exactly what Bella wanted to hear. Recently she'd made it known that she loved to hear the blonde say the word, and Rosalie was more than happy to oblige her:

"Oh my God Bella, so tight, oh fuck, so tight, your pussy is so tight, it's so fucking tight, your pussy is so fucking tight Bella, and-"

Bella's scream caught her off-guard – she thought the writhing brunette still needed a few more thrusts, but as her hand was now covered with cum and Rosalie felt Bella twitch and jerk erratically as she collapsed on top of the blonde, heaving for breath, Rosalie was pretty sure she was finished.

She began to move the girl immediately.

"What, no, I need to rest, I need you to stroke me and stuff while I come down and-"

"No Bella, we need to put your jeans back on before Emmett comes back, remember?" Rosalie maneuvered a very shaky leg back into the tight denim and helped Bella stand up while she fastened them for her. She fetched the lone sneaker off the ground and pulled Bella into her from behind again so she could lace it up.

Bella just lay collapsed into her, head lolling on her shoulder as she panted.

"Rosalie, do you mind if your brother walks in on us making out?" Bella breathed meekly. "Or kissing at least, I just need to lie on top of you and have you stroke my hair and stuff, that was really intense…"

"You don't care?" Rosalie asked curiously. Again, Bella had surprised her.

The smaller girl shook her head.

"Okay that's awesome, yes, please come lay on top of me while I pet you, little Thumper, I would like nothing more."

Bella smiled nervously as she reached out for Rosalie. "Don't be nervous Bella, why are you nervous?"

"I um, I just realize that I ask a lot of you sometimes, and uh, I'm not very good at um, I just – I need a lot of reassurance and I'm sorry I'm so annoying…" She pulled at her puffy lower lip anxiously with perfectly white front teeth.

"Come here," Rosalie looked at her seriously, her eyes soft and tender, as she pulled Bella into her, laying back on the chaise and pressing kisses to her forehead before scooting down so that they were level with each other and connecting their lips gently.

She reached out and tucked a stray wisp of chestnut behind the beautiful girl's ear. Bella really was so, so beautiful. Her full lips, and her incredible, slightly lidded eyes; those rosy cheeks and her amazing smiles – she was extraordinary.

"You're so beautiful," Rosalie whispered between kisses. "I know I say it all the time, but it's because there are just these moments where I'm so overwhelmed by your beauty that I can't help it. You're just like aesthetically perfect, and I feel like 'gorgeous' is too pedestrian for you, because your beauty is rarer than that, but it's also like timeless, and it's so, I mean, you're perfect, Bella. You give me goosebumps when I look at you sometimes. That's how beautiful you are."

Rosalie searched those deep brown irises with her own as she spoke; continuing to lightly stroke Bella's disheveled long hair as she attempted to express what she felt with words.

"Um, wow, that's uh," Bella looked down for a second tentatively. "No one had ever said that to me before. It um, it feels really good. Especially coming from you. Do you think it's weird that we kind of like, fell in love? I mean, my whole world is different now, Rose. And I'm like actually WITH you. It's kind of crazy. I just um, it's weird looking at someone that you know you can't live without. I've never felt that way before."

Rosalie was touched by Bella's candid words. She felt a familiar swelling in her chest.

"Yeah it is weird looking at someone you can't live without, it's weird looking at you sometimes. The whole thing is weird. But life, life is incredibly strange, Bella. In the moments when I'm not freaking out about having no control over it, in those moments I actually kind of like the idea that now everything is different. I like that my life isn't so pre-determined anymore. I'm just kind of surprised that you even exist. You just like, fit with me or something."

Not surprisingly, Rosalie looked away after she spoke. But even still, she was getting much better at talking about her feelings without allowing the waves of irrational fear to overwhelm her. Actually those waves had recently diminished to the degree that they were now usually more like occasional little trickles of manageable panic.

But she wasn't entirely comfortable with this new, vulnerable, lets-talk-about-feelings Rosalie, and she doubted if she'd ever be.

"It's okay, you don't have to gaze at me intently after you say stuff, I totally get it. But I know what you mean about us fitting. It's weird, I feel like you're almost too perfect for me…" Bella tried to be soothing and understanding, but her words had suddenly increased Rosalie's fear trickle to a pretty solid stream.

"Oh trust me, there are still PLENTY of ways for me to disappoint you, just you wait…"

Rosalie sat up and gathered her coat around her, re-tying the waist. She saw movement inside and waved excitedly as Emmett walked out into the yard. Bella still didn't really know her, and it was Rosalie's own fault, but she'd just been reminded of her shortcomings and she welcomed the distraction her brother would hopefully bring.

She reached back and pulled Bella into a hug, not wanting to upset her with her sudden sarcastic comment. Bella slipped her hand inside Rosalie's coat and rubbed her taut stomach as she held the blonde close.

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"Okay, hands off girls, the man of the house has returned!" Emmett marched triumphantly over to the girls, a broad grin plastered to his face as he waved a bag of mushrooms in front of them.

"Yuck Em, mushrooms always make me barf, what on earth are you doing with that many?" Rosalie chided her baby brother.

"Yeah, well of course I barf too, but then the toilet water gets all swirly and bam, I'm tripping my balls off, don't you-" He paused and began to scrutinize Bella.

"Bella, why are you so flushed? I'm sure you guys were making out but no one glows like that unless they've just been-"

He whipped his head over to Rosalie, who was expressionless.

But Bella looked down and blushed furiously. Emmett's eyes widened. She only made it worse by hiding her face in Rosalie's shoulder.

"Rosalie!" Emmett gasped dramatically. "In our very own backyard?"

Rosalie patted Bella's hair and shrugged.

"I don't know what you're talking about…" She smiled politely.

"You stud, you fucked her in the backyard, and clearly pretty good because look at her-"

"EMMETT! ENOUGH!" Rosalie's voice was suddenly furious. "Jesus Christ, where is your filter, buddy?" She scolded Emmett without a trace of playfulness or sarcasm in her voice, and Emmett knew it.

"Sorry, sorry, I did some coke, verbal barfing, sorry Bella, sorry…" He held his hands up contritely. "Oh fuck, we're all out of drinks, I'll just go-"

"No," Bella shot up. "I'll get them, bourbon, right?"

Before either sibling could respond, she raced off into their apartment, blushing like she had caught fire.

"I'm an idiot," Emmett huffed as he sat down.

"No you're just a natural dickhead, don't pull that fake contrition act with me, it may work on Bella, but I know exactly what you're up to…" Rosalie smirked, no longer needing to worry about Bella overhearing.

Emmett immediately began to crack up. "She bought it, though, right? I mean, Jesus Rosalie, you fucked her in the backyard? In ten minutes? You guys are crazy!"

Rosalie just rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, at least give me a high five, you old dog you…" Rosalie lifted her hand reluctantly and Emmett slapped it and then held on, shaking it as he announced with much enthusiasm: "Hell yeah you fucked her in the backyard, my sister is a fucking stud, she's a Hale through and through!"

The elegant blonde shook her head and chuckled.

"You better lock that shit down, Rosalie, Bella is fucking gorgeous and she's perfect for you, you need to get your act together. We call girls like that 'Haleys' because they only come around once every 76 years…"

Emmett crossed his arms dramatically like a rapper after a battle.

"Uh that's so lame, 'Haleys,' I mean really Em?" Rosalie rubbed the bridge of her nose in semi-feigned exasperation. "That's the dorkiest thing I've ever heard, God I need a fucking drink…"

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"Seriously though, I don't know what you're waiting for…" Emmett sighed as he relaxed back in the Adirondack chair and fixed a serious gaze upon his sister. Rosalie raised an eyebrow questioningly, and Emmett kicked her leg gently as he rested his huge feet on the side of the chaise she lay in.

"Just take her to the loft already."

Rosalie clenched her teeth and sat straight up. Her previously relaxed, playful expression had morphed into ice. She wasn't angry with her brother; he was indeed right, on so many levels. But she did NOT want to do what he was suggesting.

"I am aware that it's absolutely ridiculous that I don't want her to know about all of that, Emmett," Rosalie reached out and took Emmett's cigarette out of the boy's hand and pulled hard. "But I'm just not sure how she'll react."

"Well Rosalie, I can tell you EXACTLY how she'll react if you withhold all that shit much longer…"

Rosalie exhaled deeply, releasing a long, slender plume of smoke into the frosty late November night as she rolled her eyes in frustration.

"It's not even a big deal," Emmett continued, "it's just 'hey Bella, I own a loft downtown, I have a few hobbies, I'm really even richer than you thought, and during the day I workout like a psycho, deal with shit for the one billion charities and foundations I'm involved with, sometimes model, mentor some girls, engage in said aforementioned hobbies, and manage my investments.' Like, what's the problem, Rosalie? Just get it over with." Emmett shrugged his muscled shoulders and looked pointedly at the tense blonde.

"You're right, those things aren't that big a deal, the problem, Em, is that Bella will want more than that. She may act like she's just annoyed because I'm vague about what I do during the day, but the subtext is that she really actually wants to know WHO I am. Why I'm so distant and bitchy, what my childhood was like, our parents, et cetera. I can't do that."

Rosalie stared down at Emmett, her expression appearing cold and emotionless to an outsider, but her brother could read the subtle vulnerability and earnest concern contained within it. Rosalie wasn't trying to conceal her feelings from him, but after years spent perfecting a mask of icy indifference, it just appeared naturally on her. Those who knew her well and loved her were nonplussed by it, and took no offense.

To Emmett, that was just the way Rosalie was.

Except around Bella; when the beautiful girl was with her, Rosalie's face came alive, and was entirely full of expression and emotion.

Emmett had teased her frequently in the past week about being whipped, and Rosalie perceived the subtext of his playful ribbing as easily as she had Bella's annoying grumblings about never saying what she did during the day. With Bella, Rosalie was almost an entirely different person, and Emmett was amazed by the effect the girl had on her. Calling her "whipped" was his only way of expressing that amazement.

And when she'd overheard him telling Bella earlier that evening that he was lucky that she'd shown up, because she'd brought back the sister he'd grown up with and he was grateful; when she'd overheard that, Rosalie had felt the strangest combination of emotions, all of them unidentifiable except for love (for them both) and slight guilt that she clearly hadn't been the sister to Emmett that he'd needed.

She hadn't known any other way to live, though. And selfishly, she didn't care that she hadn't been warm and fuzzy enough for her brother to perseverate on what she'd overheard or try to repent in some way.

But she was glad that he possessed both the maturity and clear fondness for Bella to be able to speak to her in that manner…

"So just tell her then." Emmett spoke plainly as he continued. "You want to marry this girl, don't you? Rosalie, she needs to know…"

Rosalie took another long drag on the cigarette and stared up at the stars, all of them rendered muted and dull by the lights of the city. "I don't suppose I should even bother asking where on Earth you'd get the idea that I wanted to marry Bella from, or should I dare?" Her gaze remained skyward, but she relaxed back onto the angled teak slats.

"No, don't bother, you'd be insulting my intelligence and your own if you needed me to explain how obvious it is to me that you are completely in love with the girl inside fixing us drinks. Suffice to say, if you want her to mean anything in your life, then you need to tell her who you are. Don't be afraid, Rosalie, if anything, it's such a sad story that it will probably get you laid immediately."

Rosalie looked over at her handsome brother and smiled half-heartedly.

"If you love her, then she needs to know. It's as simple as that. And you need to stop being afraid of scaring her off. You won't. That's all in your head." Emmett combined his heavy words with another playful kick and a long eye roll. He understood how to keep Rosalie from slipping over the edge, and a sympathetic look and reassuring hug were NOT the way to end the delivery of such a pointed assessment of the difficult, complicated blonde.

"God, living with you was the worst decision ever, I sooooo miss the days when you didn't have me all figured out. Since when did you get all perceptive and shit, you sound like a woman…" Rosalie grabbed a handful of gravel and tossed it at him. Emmett didn't even flinch, and he continued to smile smugly at her. Rosalie shook her head and chuckled a bit as she fingered the tiny holes of the basket weave of her black cashmere scarf and looked over into the windows of her apartment.

The crack of a turning knob indicated that Bella was headed back, and Rosalie pulled the red tartan flannel blanket aside so that smaller girl could resume her spot sitting between Rosalie's legs.

"You better invite her to the loft tomorrow and talk to her, it's Saturday so you'll have all day to explain your hot mess of a life to her…" Emmett taunted in a loud whisper as Bella walked carefully over to them, balancing three glasses awkwardly.

"Shut up!" Rosalie leaned over and hissed at the boy, turning to glare at him.

'If you love her, tell-" Emmett was making no attempt to muffle his voice, and Bella's head had already snapped up when she'd first heard Rosalie's hiss.

"Emmett, SHUT UP," the blonde cut him off, but it was too late.

"Tell me what?" Bella asked with feigned innocence, smirking herself as she handed Emmett his drink and sat down on the edge of the chaise.

"What makes you assume we're talking about you, hmm?" Rosalie smiled broadly at her gorgeous brunette and sat up to accept her bourbon and tug flirtatiously at the lapel on Bella's pea coat.

"Hmm, I don't know, good instincts I guess," Bella nodded her head decisively as a very seductive, coy smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

She looked bewitching, as usual, her lips and cheeks rosy from their earlier encounter and her rich chocolate eyes bright and glimmering in the crisp night air. "So if you love me, you'll tell me what, Rose?" Her hair swirled in the light breeze as she turned quickly in Emmett's direction and winked at him. Emmett laughed and smiled knowingly in return as he nudged Rosalie's leg again with his monster-sized red Converse.

"God you two are annoying," Rosalie griped as she fell back into the chaise. Bella handed Emmett her drink to hold and crawled over to Rosalie, confidence oozing off of her irresistibly as she placed a hand on either side of Rosalie's head and leaned in close, rolling her lower body into the slender model and smirking. Rosalie met her dark eyes, only inches away, and matched her smirk, shaking her head. "God how I preferred the days when Emmett wasn't supposed to know about us, but don't think just because now you can try to use sexual coercion with me, that it will actually work." Rosalie pursed her lips and squinted playfully at Bella. "I'm impossible to crack…"

Bella huffed theatrically and collapsed on top of her, groaning and sighing with perfect dramatic flair as she rolled over and resumed her previous position in Rosalie's lap. Rosalie chuckled at her performance and brought an arm around her waist as she leaned in to kiss the Bella's cheek. She knew she really was a different person around Bella – sometimes even Rosalie herself could scarcely recognize the affectionate, playful blonde that cuddled and flirted with the smaller girl.

Bella turned when she felt Rosalie's lips graze her skin, and she brought a hand up to cup the cheek of the beautiful blonde as she kissed her back gently. Rosalie pulled away after a few seconds before her brother could groan in protest, and Bella relaxed even further into her.

"I wish you'd tell me what you were talking about," Bella said softly.

Rosalie knew she needed to; she knew everything Emmett had said was right. She just didn't want to.

And she was procrastinating.

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"We were talking about Rosalie bringing you down to the loft she owns in Alphabet City tomorrow and telling you about the random shit she does during the days and her childhood and all of that stuff that I think you need to know, and Bella she really does want you to know, but she's afraid because she's not used to letting people in and yada yada yada - all of that typical psycho-babble garbage, you know?"

Rosalie stiffened at Emmett's words.

Bile churned in her stomach as she was instantly awash with panic. She looked over at him in utter astonishment, hardly believing that he would betray her like this, as he continued:

"And listen Bella, she has very, very, very good reasons to be closed off about some of the more important things, but she needs to break her habit of concealing her day to day life from people, especially you, since there is really nothing necessary to conceal. It's just something she's done forever, she's very private."

"I'm right here," Rosalie snapped.

"Shut up Rosalie, let me finish." Emmett refused to meet her eyes as he countered, and Rosalie sensed his trepidation, but clearly he wasn't afraid enough to actually stop talking.

"Rosalie actually has a lot of things, take playing the guitar like fucking Eddie Van Halen, for example, that she should be proud of and you should really know about, because they are a huge part of who she is, and Rosalie is a really interesting, exceptionally talented person. And she does good things during the day, and you should know about them too…"

Rosalie squirmed to get up, but Bella's body held her down.

Bella grabbed Rosalie's hand, stroking it soothingly.

Rosalie could almost feel the girl mentally willing her to calm down, and she tried to relax for Bella's sake. She didn't want to rip her brother's throat out in front of her, but she was on the verge of doing it anyways. She could feel heat burning her face, and she seethed with anger.

"I can't even look at her right now Bella, because I know I'll lose my nerve when I see her and I need to get this out and run inside before she throws you off of her and lunges for me, but Bella I know you know this already, but we're really, really rich, and Rosalie's also very private about that, which is probably partially why she's so secretive with you, because Bella, Rosalie had A LOT of money and her loft is enormous and probably nothing like you'd expect from her, so just be forewarned, and if she takes you down to the garage, don't touch my McLaren unless you've washed your hands, actually, just don't touch the car period. Okay I'm out of here, have fun and-"

"Emmett sit the fuck down, don't you dare think you can walk away from me," Rosalie growled menacingly at the boy. "And fucking look me in the eye you coward, how could you embarrass me like-"

"Rosalie, shhh, be nice, he was trying to help," Bella turned her face and kissed Rosalie's jaw as she murmured soothingly.

"Bella he totally betrayed-"

"I said be nice, Rose," Bella commanded in a much stronger voice.

Rosalie didn't know why, but she was suddenly overcome with feelings of resignation and defeat.

"You're right," she groaned. "Sit down, Judas, that was fucked up but I know you were trying to help in your own shitty way," Rosalie sighed in surrender as she relaxed into the seat and turned to kiss Bella as the smaller girl's hand still caressed hers reassuringly.

There was no use fighting, and she felt oddly comforted by Bella's soothing words and gestures, not to mention entirely unaffected by the fact that she'd just been told what to do and had listened. But whenever Bella's body was snuggled up into her own, she had a difficult time caring much at all about anything besides her beautiful, headstrong, clever, funny, kind, affectionate, incredibly lovely girlfriend.

The girl who loved her. And told her as much on a regular basis.

I can't believe she loves me, Rosalie mused as her mind wandered to thoughts of how she would manage to introduce Bella to the complexities and oddities that comprised her real, true life. Maybe if I just unload it all at once I'll be able to handle it. But would that -

"Holy shit," Emmett's astonished words snapped her out of her internal digression. She looked over to see the handsome boy standing at the foot of the chaise, staring at Rosalie and Bella as his mouth gaped, a mixture of amazement and absolute shock painting his noble features.

"What?" Both girls responded to his words at the same time, neither having any idea what he was so astounded by.

"You just told her to be nice and she listened and backed down and she isn't mad and oh my God Bella you really ARE the fucking Rosalie-whisperer, I was only half serious before but holy shit I mean you just-"

"Oh shut up," Rosalie snapped, but this time her tone was light and teasing. "Yes Em I'm a little whipped–" Bella giggled at her confession "-but quit telling her, you're going to give her an even bigger head..." Rosalie squeezed Bella tightly as she finished speaking, eliciting a tiny yelp out of her and even more giggles. Emmett began to chuckle as well. Rosalie sighed and dropped her head back dramatically.

"God you two are SO annoying…"

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TBC