A/N: Okay, skipping the excuses. Just lazy as hell, point blank. However, I was determined to get this chapter up today. Today is a special day you see. Today is our 3 month anniversary, and by ours, I mean my wife and I lol. I was suppose to actually update on her birthday, well really before that, but I didn't. So since I didn't do that, I promised myself I'd finish before the night is over. Love you bae, and thanks for putting up with me. You the shit:D

Kay, here it is. Hope you like it and read/review... Please!?

Pick up phone, watch the screen flash...and then nothing.

Search through apps, locate messages, scroll through...and still nothing.

Well maybe she didn't get it? When did I send that last text?

Hmm.

3/12/11 04:35pm

XxxJ. Stanley-NewtonxxX

Hey, Jess. Just wondering how things are...?

XxxLoneWolf/RosexxX

That was well over an hour ago and still, I got nothing.

Ive been trying to correct this; make things right between us, but the attempts at idle chatter at lunch, the determined glances at work, everything I've done thus far has all been shot down.

The girl can hold a grudge, that's for sure. I mean, it's been well over a week and still she treats me like the unwanted step child. She still blatantly ignores me.

When is enough, ever going to be enough?

" I really don't know why you continue to even bother," is Rosalie's nonchalant reply. " You'be been tinkering with that phone nonstop for days, " she tisks. " I mean honestly, this generation has been completely crippled by technology. In my day technology was obsolete. Calling, texting? Wheres the thrill behind that? If we needed something to be done, we got our asses up and did it. That's what you need to do, get up and make something happen."

"Don't you think I've tried that, mother?" There's that pointed look. "She won't listen. She ignores me at school, she ignores me at work. What else am I suppose to do?"

"If she means something to you then make her listen. Simple as that. Just pull her to the side, say what you need to say, and afterwards...well, it's completely out of your hands. If she's willing to throw away a good friendship over something thats not even that big of a deal, then maybe you should rethink you're whole 'relationship'.

"You make it sound so simple, babe, as you put it. It'd be easier for you because, well, you're Rosalie Hale," I mock with a grin.

"It's that flattery i hear rolling off your tongue," she retorts in that lustful voice. " I thought I told you that just might get you everywhere?" Fashion mag long forgotten, shift against the bed, taking refuge against my side.

Pursing my lips in mock thought, I try to fight back my grin. " You most certainly did say that Mrs. Hale. And as I recall, I believe my response was something along the lines of 'Im hoping it will'". We're closer now, completely invading each others personal space. "So the question now is, where exactly will it get me?"

"Hmm," now it's her turn to purse her lips. " It just might get you somewhere around here," and with one quick motion, she's pulling our lips together in a hungry kiss.

But just as fast as it started, it suddenly stops.

I pout.

I was looking forward to our little after school activities.

"So," she begins again with a purr, ignoring the dissapointment on my face. Its shortly lived however; shes now raining kisses from the corner of my mouth, all the way down to my neck. I squirm as she gently sucks.

She wants something; I can tell by the feel of her lips. This isn't our usual "after school practice session." Her hands are much more demanding and precise. She gives a quick squeeze to my left breast, making me hiss with want.

"I know it's a bit early, but," my stomach quakes under her cool hands. " My parents are dying to meet you..." Theres a pause, and those half lidded eyes look down at me with so much hope.

"You... You want me to meet your parent..?" I manage with a stutter, some what overwhelmed; I always find it so hard to concentrate when she's caressing me like that. "Of course," she mutters, dragging her nails against my bra clad breasts and slowly begins tracing her way to my ribs, abs, and then stops fairly close to my basketball shorts. Her head rests against her free hand as she begins toying with the elastic while biting her lip in that way.

I inhale deeply( she knows what that does to me, the lip biting, half hooded gazes)and stare up at her from my pillow, exactly how she stares down at me.

With need.

She's been doing this a lot lately. Teasing, going one step further each day. Granted, it's only been about a week or so, but it's gone from a bit of heavy kissing, to light petting over clothes (never down below) and a bit of skin grazing. We haven't had the full skin to skin contact but still, her hands feel amazing on me.

Now, I've had my share of adventures with her body also, but my touches are much more shy. Except when it comes to her ass. I've become quite fond of her bottom; it fits right into my hands.

She on the other hand, is more confident in her touches; I realize now that she's the more assertive one, the dominant of the relationship. And I think... I'm okay with that. I think my wolf and I are more than okay with it actually.

I hold my breath when her fingers flick against the elastic twice and then pulls down slightly. " I don't want you to feel pressured," she comments, letting go completely. I whine at the loss. " I mean, I know it's kind of sudden, but-"

"-No, it not!" I reply a bit too hurriedly, cutting her off with a kiss. The moan she gives travels straight down to my core; I growl and she kisses me that much more deeply.

Kissing.

What can I say about kissing Rosalie Hale? Besides the fact that it's so fucking amazing. Shes got the sweetest lips I could ever imagine tasting.

Cool like winter, with subtle tastes of cinnamon.

And a hint of mint?

Its weird, the experience kind of reminds me of using mouth wash. Ya know that tingly feeling and tastes you get in your mouth after gargling? That's what she feels like, tastes like.

Or maybe it's more like eating a cough drop; it tingles yet soothes your throat.

I don't know, but one things for sure; Bella was absolutely right. Kissing a vampire, no, kissing Rosalie is highly addictive. She makes me feel numb, like morphine, but makes me feel as if I'm in tune with all my senses at the same time.

Its exciting.

Im excited, so I reach for more of her and she complies, slightly sitting up so that she's straddling my lap, either leg on each side of my hip. There's a whisper, a moan of approval; she said she loves when I show dominance. Her tongue makes a swipe at my own and there goes that tingly feeling again.

Its the venom.

I was worried, questioned it at first. I thought for sure venom was a bad sign when it came to being intimate.

Or just in general.

I often wondered how Edward and Bella managed such a feat without her being changed.

She has a theory however; Rosalie explained, said something about the enzymes in my saliva acting like a counter balance. Basically in small doses, venom is harmless. But then I wonder, what exactly happens when we do decide to go all the way? Will I have to worry about venom down below? And is oral out of the question?

I flush and give a hum at the last thought.

"Stop thinking so much," she mumbles against my lips, pulling. "Feel.." Theres another tug, followed by sucking.

God that turns me on.

Im beyond turned on right now. She has me right where she wants me and she knows it. With me slipping deeper with each touch, grabbing and fumbling for that overgrown t-shirt. The only thing keeping me from flesh, from paradise.

My hands swirl against her; she hisses, as she always does at the contrast in body heat trailing down her back. It arches when I hit that spot, the dip in her lower back, making her push her ample chest into me.

From how profound her nipples seem to be straining against the shirt, my assumption from earlier is right; she's not wearing a bra. She rarely does now that I think of it, now that we started "practicing".

Quite frankly, I don't know why she felt the need to ever wear a bra. From all the times I've touched her over clothing, just like the rest of her body, her breasts are unblemished, perky.

Perfect.

Gravity is no factor for her.

I slow my pace and calm my nerves. Everything's not frenzied anymore. I trace her sides, leading all the up and under her breast; she pushes against me more.

This is all so familiar.

"Don't stop," she insists, taking notice to my hesitation. We always get so far and I hesitate. She pulls back, and raises the shirt over her head, completely baring her chest to me. Face heated, I do my best to focus on her face, not her supple breasts.

Theres a sigh from her lips at the realization of my hesitance; she decides to help me out. Her hands move against my own, sliding ever so slowly and gently against the skin under her breast until they find their destination.

She gasps and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. She feels good in my hands.

We're breathing hard, but I'm in control, we're in control; I've never seen her eyes look so bright.

Im against her now, feeling, testing, teasing. Her breast feel much more different without barriers. What I imagine silicone would feel like, only better. My touches seem to unwind her, excite her more...along with the sound of my frantic heart.

Her eyes smolder, but still, she's in control, we're in control. And that's something she wants to change; playing it safe for too long is not her thing. She wants to see my hidden nature, my natural instincts.

So she'll push, just a little bit, she'll push.

Those hands will reach around towards the back of my neck, towards my spot; the place she knows will make me come undone.

She grazes me there, just as soon as my mouth descends upon a nipple. I know it's coming, I see it coming, but still I jolt at the sensation.

I bite down harshly on her immortal flesh. What erupts is a cross between a moan and a hiss. Briefly I wonder if it was her, myself, or more importantly, my inner wolf that made such a noise.

I don't have time to dwell however; her hands are persistant. She keeps me there, slowly creeping towards the edge and abruptly stops when I threaten to spill over.

She and I both know that's what would've happened, she knows me enough to recognize my limits. And no matter how many times we practice, as soon as she rubs that one spot nonstop, I lose it. It's a given, and I'm not sure if I'll ever really overcome it, but, that's one of the reasons why we do this.

"Relax," she breathes into my ear, sensing that twitch in my leg. A certain tingle runs through my spine, leading straight between my thighs; the only thing I can think to do is bury my face in her chest.

This time she opts for a different approach, gently running her hands through my newly cut hair. It's a little below ear length, something she was quite upset about since well, she loves playing my hair.

My leg immediately stops twitching at her ministrations. I breathe now, I can think. But then there's a few tugs; another guaranteed way of making lose control.

And I do.

Theres a growl from me, and with a giggle, she lands on her back. I hover over her, breathing deeply as her legs automatically wrap around my hips, coaxing me to become a part of her. Her lips are eager as she tries pulling me down for a kiss, but I deny her.

I pull away, stare her straight in the eye, and forcefully, i push her legs apart. I notice the way her eyes flicker. Theres something there, but im not sure what it is. My right hand glides down her inner left thigh, making her chest rising and fall unnecessarily. I can smell her, feel her all around me and I'm not sure if I'm in control anymore.

My eye flash dangerously and not a moment later, her panties are gone, completely ripped.

"Leah," comes her somewhat surprised voice. If its her reactions to her panties or the fact that I'm fairly close to her most intimate part, I'm not sure. My senses are so clouded, lust feeled, I don't know how to think. I ignore the unknown look on her face and try to proceed.

I say try because no sooner than I make the decision to move forward, her hand firmly grasp my own.

She gives me that look again, but this time I immediately recognize it as fear.

Shes afraid of me.

The realization causes an ache in my stomach, causes me to flee away. That's what I want to do, run. Just the thought of her, my mate, fearing me is too much.

I move to pull away, but her legs are around me again in seconds. I catch her gaze, and silently question her. Her only response is to shake her head; her eyes soften, coaxing mine to do the same.

They answer my unspoken question, is she afraid? And she's not.

"Practice," she questions and immediately I get it. She isnt afraid of me, she is unsure. Unsure if I'm still here and unsure if I know what practice means.

I know what this is, I know what practice is. It's teasing, it's testing, it's having and knowing limits.

We've established our limits; I know hers and she knows mine. One of the agreements we established was that intercourse is off limits as of right now.

"Pratice," I say affirmatively after taking a deep breath. She eyes me for a minute, as if she's trying to look through me, and then loosens her grip. Call it a reflex, but as soon as my hand continues its path down her milky thighs, my eyes focus on the spot waiting there. Little light curls is what greets me.

"It's okay," she insists in all but a whisper, noting that familiar flash in my eyes from not too long ago. Clenching my jaw, I nod my head and let my hands consume her.

The tuft of hair between her thighs is soft, her skin is smooth to the touch and slick; that tingling, very similar to the tingling in my mouth, returns, only this time it's in my finger tips.

Her essence is much like icy hot, tingles, soothes, only her scent is not at all unpleasant. I venture lower, exploring, taking notice to the way her breath hitches and the sounds she's making.

"Ohhhhh," is the only response I get when I hit that spot; the skin here is probably the softest part of her from what I can gather. It's definitely the most sensitive.

Id be lying if I said I knew exactly what I'm doing, cause I don't. I mean, I know how I like to be touch down there, but everybodies different. I decide to wing it. I touch around or give light touches to the area she wants and needs me to be the most. "Oh god, right there," the moan, the need in her voice almost causes me to collasp. She forces her hand ontop of mine, coaxing me to continue my sweet torture; I oblige, albeit slowly.

I smell rather than see the overwhelming amount of slickness and its enough; it triggers something in me, something far more worse than that "flash" in my eyes. Slowly and unable to stop it, I feel myself stepping back as something more primal takes control.

My instincts, my wolf.

One moment I'm pleasing her, as in me, Leah. Then the next thing i know, she's being forced on her back, face down and ass up. It's eerie, it's like staring outside a window at yourself, only it's not you, and thats scary. I'm trying to break through, gain some control, but I can't. I've never felt this before.

Im not sure how or when it happened, but my now bare flesh is rubbing vigorously against the curve of her cheek. Shes muttering something, but I'm afraid I can no longer hear her. The growling against my chest is too loud.

Is this sex? Is it rape?

She, my wolf, has her by the back of the neck; I should be disgusted. I want to be, for liking this, for hurting her, or at least so I thought I was. It's not even subtle, the way she pushing her ass against me and the sounds she makes are loud, and clear. I don't have to try strain to hear her, to know that it's okay.

"Leah," she calls out, panting, reaching for and guiding my hand. "It feels sooooo good, Leah. Don't stop!" I hear her plea, but it's my wolf that accommodates. There's a feeling of her coating my fingers and firm skin between my teeth. She bit her, marked her really, and it's enough for both of us. Senses heightened, I come, hard.

The evidence is clearly coated on her ass and thighs, as well as my own. She follows soon after and I collasp ontop of her.

"So," she pants," is that a yes to meeting my parents?"

"It's a definitely."

*W.L.T.L.T.R*

"Soooo, you guys...humped," Bella asks for like the tenth time today. Unfortunately for her, she just so happened to walk in at the end of our little activity and saw some things she didnt really want to see. You'd think by now, she have the courtesy to knock before coming in, but it would seem like I was wrong; she just opened the door and stood there for a minute with Alice in toe. It was actually Alice that pulled her out the room, albeit a little to late. I'd thank her, but the killer part is, Alice knew what the hell we were doing. Im more than sure she knew before she and Bella came in the house, so their fault. "I mean, you humped her like a dog?"

"Yes, Bella," i groan, trying to fight off a blush. Its bad enough she saw what she saw, but does she really have to keep asking? "I humped her like a dog, cause ya know what? Thats what I am, a dog. Now can we please drop it, its embarrassing enough..."

"Im just curious," she defends, putting her hands up on mock surrender. "Well...it was good though, right?" Now its her turn to blush. I immediately stop what im doing, marinating chicken breast(How I manage to forget Charlies presence for dinner is beyond me. well I know how I forgot, but still.) and try to hold in my grin.

"Oh yeah. It was beyonD good. Amazing really.."

"-Well wait, is that even like... considered sex for real?

"Honestly," I hum," I really dont know. I just know it felt good.

"Hmm, well at least you're getting something. Edward has this whole thing about sex and marriage and its beyond frustrating!" I grin in response; i guess Rose wasnt lying about the whole a hungred year old virgin thing. "I mean, I get it. Marriage is important to you. Thats fine, I get it. I can respect that, but come on! I can hardly get him to kiss me properly without freaking out," she shakes her head. "Im human, no, im a teenager. I have needs.."

True.

"-So what do you think about that, by the way. The whole marriage thing? If he asked, would you do it?"

"He has asked me. Three times already.."

"Wait, what? I mean...really," I watch her head nod. "What'd you say?"

"I said nothing. Cause Im not sure..."

"Really? Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Yeah, why? Dont take this the wrong way, but I figured you'd be all for it. Especially since you still adamant about becoming a vampire thing.."

"Well, for one im still in High School. And yeah, we could wait til after, but he wants to do it as soon as possible! Like right after graduation! Im not even sure if I ever want to get married. I still have things I want to do, see."

"Like what, Bella? I mean, get your whole reasoning behind the first thing you said, but honestly it just sounds like a bunch of excuses. You'd jump at the chance to be turned, but you dont really want to marry him? Thats what I dont get. Lets just be real about this. I dont think you love him as much as you think. I mean, the way you act around him now, it just doesnt seem right. Just seems like its forced. Hell, the whole time he was gone, you rarely even talked about em. And when he came back, you didnt even seem that excited about it..."

"I do love him...its just. I dont know, he can be a bit overwhelming at times. He hovers...a little too much. And at first, I found it...endearing," I screw up my face at that; theres nothing endearing about being stalked. "But now its just like...can I breathe? I mean, you saw how much he called me while he was away.."

Every five minutes, literally.

"And as far as me being changed...yeah, its something I still want, desperately, but-"

"-But why? I dont get it. The first time you told me you wanted to be changed, you said it was because you wanted to be immortal, spend forever with him. Now it sounds like you cant even stand him, so whats the point? You get changed, you're going to be spending the rest of you're life with him.."

"Says who," she says with a cock of her brow.

"Oh wow," I laugh, "its like that?"

"-Im joking," she emphasizes with a giggle and a bump to my hips. "We'll just put it like this. For now, im happy with where we're at. I dont want to be forced to make a decision right now. Just let me...be me, ya know?"

"Thats understandable. So basically, you just want space, time to yourself?"

"Yesssss," she practically moans. " Im not saying it wont happen, or that its something I dont want in the future. Im just saying that, right now, im just not sure."

I nod in agreement, giving my full attention back to the task at hand. I breifly wonder what time it is; Rose and Alice left to go hunt well over an hour ago.

"So what about you," Bella asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. "If Rosalie wanted to get married, would you?"

"Yes." I dont even have to think about it. All she'd have to do is say the word and im on board.

"Wow, no hesitance whatsoever. You either really, REALLY, love her. Or you're just whipped." I dont even have to look up to see thats she grinning; I shove her playfully, since its really the only thing I can do.

"See, didnt even deny it. You know its true."

"Whatever. Its not even about being whipped. I just know what I want. And what I want is Rosalie. In everyway possible."

"Well, I commend you on that. But, it'll be kind of hard to have her in every possible way.."

"Why is that?"

"Because, technically...she's still married to Emmett..."

A very long, awkward pause is followed by her words.

...She...is still married to him. Ive been so consumed with this, her, that I hadnt actually thought about that.

"But...im more than sure she's going to do something about it," is her hurried response after seeing the look on my face. I dont know if im mad, sad, or what? I dont know how to feel about it. Should I feel something? Should I feel mad about it? Do I even have the right to be?

"-You guys might wanna check those bread sticks in there. Smells like their burnt.." Jumping slightly, I whip my head around and im immediately greeted by golden eyes. I stare at her for a minute, wondering if she heard our little conversation; I dismiss it when that brow cocks and that hidden dimple makes it presence known.

Bella's right, I am whipped.

"What's wrong," she asks, pulling back from a hug.

"Nothing." Its a lie; I turn my head in time to see Bella give me a pointed look.

"Where's Alice," Bella voices, deciding to steer things in a safer direction.

"Right here," she chirps, practically bouncing into the kitchen. "Guys might wanna hurry up. Charlie's going to be here sooner than you think."

"What!? We havent even..," Bella pauses suddenly, inhales deeply, and practically forces her eyes into the back of her head. "God, what is that smell! It like lilacs..and..and cinnamon or something. Smells like...like happy,' she moans and the only thing I can do is raise an eyebrow as she begins sniffing around.

What the hell?

"God, you dont smell it? This is like the second time I smelt it today. The first time was in the-"

"-Uh, Bella. I wouldnt do that if I were you," Alice warns as her nose comes into contact with Rosalie. I hadnt meant it, I dont even know where it came from, but my immediate reaction is to growl. I bare my teeth to her and force Rosalie against me, in a protective like manner.

"Whoa, what the hell was that?" She doesnt look at all afraid by my actions; just looks highly confused, and im pretty sure I look the same way.

"Okay, forget what I said earlier. You're not whipped...you're just freaking crazy."

"She's not crazy, Bella. You just dont understand that side of her. Her basic animal instincts." Alice explains, stepping further back." What we unfortuanely witnessed earlier in the erm, bedroom, has alot to do with her reaction just now. In a way, she marked her Bella. Thats what you're smelling. A mixture of Leah and Rosalie. Actually, she uh...marked her in another way of course, But uh, she also bit her. What that means is that she physically claimed her as her mate. Rosalie is Leahs..."

"Okay, yeah. I get that, but she didnt bark at you! And she definitely didn't snap at us earlier..."

"And as you can see, Ive been putting space between the three of us since earlier. As far as earlier is concerned, she was pretty much spent. Too tired to react. Ive told you plenty of times, vampires are very territorial. The same goes for wolves or most animals in general. Im sure if you had did that to Leah, Rosalie would of reacted the same way. Things are different now. You cant just invade their space whenever you want..."

"Thats...weird and a bit creepy actually," Bella finally concludes, and i must admit, I kind of agree.

"Yes," Alice laughs," it kind of is. But I know you'll get use to it. You got use to my brother, and he's the biggest creep that I Know." Theres a pause, where we all just stare at Bella to see her reaction, but to our surprise, she laughs, hard.

"Yeah, he is kind of a creeper," she concurs as we all try to catch our breaths.

"Kind of," is the biggest understatement of the century.

A/N: Let's see. Well, I've never really like the whole idea of a vampires skin being like glass, so i dismissed it. Meaning, when Leah bit Rose, her skin didn't crack. I should say, it bruised a bit. It was the darkest part of her skin at that moment, i guess. I havent fully decided if im going to go this route but, if Leah would of bit her when she was in her wolf form, she would of more than likely tore the skin. And if she would of tore the skin, well...smh, I'm thinking too much into this. And when that happens...things become a huge contradiction. My head hurts. Oh! And I haven't forgotten about Leah having to tell Rose about Emmett. I'll get to that soon enough.