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The last bell finally rings, ending classes; the whole day has been torture. Contact lenses? OK. Pretend to be breathing? Easy. Putting up with Mike and Eric fighting over their crush on Bella? You got it!But you couldn't take another second of your thirst; being a newly turned vampire was such a battle that you literally had to learn to live again - or learn not to live.
The first few weeks were the worst; your newfound oversight and hearing were driving you crazy, and you fell flat on your face from the speed more times than you would care to admit. That was the worst - this insane urge to jump on any student that got too close, making you squint and twist your neck to control yourself.
It became more and more difficult, until you felt a hand in yours, looking up to find the blonde who was gazing at you with so much attention and love.
You and Rosalie have been dating for a few months; your relationship was rocky at first. Rosalie wasn't really known for her hospitality, and when Bella showed up with the new exchange student from Brazil, Rosalie made sure you realized just how unwelcome you were.
What she didn't know was that you were persistent, and little by little, with your charisma and kindness, you got closer to her and her family, which didn't help with the blonde's confused feelings. Emmett and she had been together for centuries; he was your soulmate, so why was she feeling these things for you? A human... karma is a bitch.
You spent all your time together, and when you weren't, you exchanged phone calls and messages. She spent so much time thinking about you that even Edward was already stressed, and Alice always had that knowing-something smile. Needless to say, a lot of drama ensued. Accepting that Emmett was the best to have by your side for years and years, but you were the person your heart so longed for wasn't easy. And then, when everything seemed to finally calm down, Bella made it to James' darling list, and as your best friend, of course, you were there when he lured her into the hall of mirrors, destroying any obstacle in front of him, and of course, you were an obstacle.
You didn't have as much luck as your protagonist friend for someone to arrive in time to stop the poison from spreading through your veins. Since then, you've been living with the Cullens, being taught to control yourself, to hunt, to talk about your emotions and thoughts - Esme is a great psychologist - and the best part of it all: you've been spending every day with Rosalie, deepening your relationship, learning more about each other, each having the patience the other needs. She respects the difficult process you've been going through, and you've accepted everything from her with such kindness.
Her past, her blocks; she couldn't not fall in love with you more and more. Emmett, good guy as he was, accepted the end of the relationship, focused on taking with him how good the years with the blonde were, and he was also there when Rosalie came to his rescue at the end of classes. No matter how many excuses you managed with Carlisle, it was time to go back to school.
"How was your day, dear?" Rosalie asked, affectionate as usual, frowning at your uncomfortable expression."It's so hard, Rose..." you whispered in agony. "Now I understand why Jasper always seemed to have a stomach ache”"I'm going to pretend that comment doesn't cheer me up, considering your clear distress" Jasper appears, smiling slightly at the slap he gets from the faerie girl with him."Don't mind him, you're doing fine!" Alice cheers excitedly."Why don't we go home, and you let me take care of you?" Rose asks, leaning close to your ear in a way that makes you shiver. "It's Friday, we can spend all weekend doing whatever you want”. You have a clear idea of what you wanted.You walk in a pack to the school entrance, where you meet the most famous couple in Forks."It feels like I haven't seen you in decades!" Before anyone can act, Bella is running to meet you, clinging onto your neck for a tight hug. You quickly pull away from her, the approach having made your desires that much more acute. Everyone is on high alert around you; your best friend looks at you apologetically, and Edward... you know he sees you as part of the family, but do anything to Bella, and he'd rip your head off."It's okay..." you reassure them through a hard, forced smile, and together you head outside. It's in the parking lot where it all happens. You're ready to get into the Cullens' unnecessarily expensive car when one of the students slides her motorcycle across the wet road, and then everyone is desperate, and there's a lot of blood.The others approach out of curiosity, but you approach like a moth mesmerized by the light. The smell is so good, unlike anything you've ever tasted, and every drop of blood that flows from the girl's broken leg makes you want to suck on it. Then something else grabs your attention; a girl is screaming, asking for help until the emergency comes, but nobody else seems to do anything, and your soul must surely be damned to hell because you know it has to be you.
You've always been interested in medicine, and living with Carlisle gave you an edge in that. Nights studying together, listening to everything the man with centuries of experience had to teach you, preparing for the entrance exam that awaits you this year. You always dreamed of helping people, and one person needs your help.Going against all your instincts, you start to run towards the fallen girl, before you feel several pairs of hands holding you back, all Cullens trying to stop you. But you are released like a cat, escaping all their grips until you reach the girl. You turn to Rosalie, who clings to you, her look terrified as she struggles to pull you away."Trust me" you say, looking deep into her amber eyes. For a second, the blonde looks conflicted, and then she makes her decision; she trusts you.Releasing your shirt, Rosalie remains at your side as you turn to the injured girl. The smell of blood continues to invade your senses, leaving your vision blurred and your thoughts increasingly irrational. Tearing off a piece of your shirt, you start a makeshift tourniquet.It's the hardest thing you've ever had to do in your life. Your hands are covered in blood, your body is shaking, and you feel your fangs piercing your tongue. Your teeth are clenched with a force you know they would break if you were human, and you know if you could cry, you would be crying with so much grief.
By God, "how does Carlisle do that?!" you wonder, grunting as you twist your neck to relieve the pressure. It's no use; it must be the weight of carrying the secret of an entire species behind your back.
And so, the bleeding stops; your tourniquet worked. She probably won't bleed to death until the ambulance arrives. Everyone cheers and congratulates you, but you can't hear them.
Running at the most normal, unsuspecting speed, you make it to the school bathroom.
Thank goodness no one is in the room. It would be weird if they caught you licking and sucking the red liquid from your scarred hands, moaning in satisfaction and relief. You cover your eyes and try to calm down, not needing to look to know who it is when someone enters the bathroom, locking the door.
"That was fascinating!" Rosalie exclaims, full of admiration. "Crazy, sure, but fascinating!" She holds your wrists, forcing you to look at her. "You are fascinating. I'm so proud!""Are the others angry?" you find the strength to ask. Your eyes are shining like the sun, and your teeth are sharp."They're more worried about you than anything. You might have been a little irresponsible, but you did it! You saved that girl! I love you so much!" It's the first time she said that, with a lightness and ease you never expected from Rosalie. She doesn't give you time to respond, moving forward and capturing your lips in a smiling kiss, so proud.There's something about this kiss, in a second of it, when she tastes the blood on your lips and deepens it so she can feel more, until she forces herself to pull away. You stare at each other with a more serious tone before both of you try to cover it up with a low chuckle. It doesn't last long because you're so close; she's still holding your wrists, and your hands are close to her face, red fingers brushing her pale cheeks. She can smell it, you know, she feels the same as you.
Entering an intimate bubble, you move your fingers, tracing them across the upper lip of the blonde who closes her eyes with the provocation. You continue drawing her pink lips while little by little they open, and a shy tongue comes out to lick the crimson liquid at your fingertips. You feel how she enjoys the action, and she fails to keep her moan down."Linda..." you whisper without being able to contain yourself. She opens her eyes again; they are red and greedy like you've never seen them before. You know she loves it when you speak Portuguese. There's nothing but sexual in the way you push your fingers to get her to suck on them. Still looking into your nos eyes.
You don't know what's happening; the only thing you know is that you need to release this tension that runs like poison through your body. Concentrating on how her tongue wraps around your fingers, you pull them out of your mouth and bring her to you. She finds your lips urgently, releasing your wrists to grip your waist tightly as you cup her face, pulling her closer and closer. Your tongues come together, and their fangs snap together.An almost animalistic sound escapes the blonde, who easily grabs your hips and places you on top of the counter. You kiss raw, fast, and needy, happy to see that she seems to need you as much as you need her.
Rosalie is groping your body, her hands eagerly rubbing your thighs around your hips. Thankfully, you don't have to break the kiss to breathe. Sucking her lip one last time, she trails kisses down your neck. It's so natural, the way she holds you, pulling your hair back to expose your neck and devouring you, leaving kisses and hickeys that would surely leave a mark if you were still alive. Your noises and moans are all over the bathroom; your hands go to her breasts, eliciting a loud sound from her when you massage them, and she seems to want you more and more, kissing down to your belly.
She buries her face in your shirt, taking in your scent, trying to control herself. Her hands are squeezing your waist. You run your fingers through her golden hair, trying to calm yourself too, but there's still so much tension, so much to release, you were going crazy."Do you want me to stop?" she asks, sweeter than she's been so far. You shake your head eagerly.
"No, please" you beg, showing how you needed this, needed her.Rosalie wastes no more time, moving down to kiss your now exposed belly, and kissing her way down to the waistband of your pants. The image of her pale, slender fingers unzipping your pants will linger in your mind for all eternity. Your pants are discarded on the floor, and Rose looks more than satisfied with the clear wetness in your panties."My baby, so needy…" she murmurs, running a finger over the stain. You make a noise as your face contorts in anticipation. "Did I ever tell you how proud I am of you? That thing you did… it was fascinating to me, you are fascinating to me..." she continues talking, kissing your neck. You wrap your legs around her, her belly pressing against your wetness."Rose..." you get her attention "suck me now".
She laughs at the irony of the situation, but she won't keep you waiting any longer, giving you one last kiss before going back downstairs. And without further ado, she rips off your panties, and by God, Rose sucks you like a vampire.A cry escapes your lips at the first contact of Hale's tongue against your aching core; she thrusts into you with her tongue in a way that makes you grateful you don't have to control your strength in the way you grip her hair and hold her. She buries herself deeper into you, not caring about needing to breathe as you close your legs over her face.
You don't have tears, but you're whimpering her name loud enough that you don't need super hearing to hear. She looks up as her tongue rubs your bud, red eyes fixed on yours as your juices fill her mouth. Realizing you're almost there, she stops and turns her head to your thigh, biting lightly. You feel her fangs in your flesh, and this causes a loud moan to escape your mouth."You have no idea how long I've waited for this" she says, coming face to face with you, her sharp teeth shining because of you. You can't say anything before she thrusts two fingers inside you, Rosalie moans as she feels your wet heat opening for her. You squint and squeal her name at the sudden intrusion; she doesn't slow down, gripping your hips so she can go deeper. She doesn't use her super speed, just torturing you with slow, human thrusts. The knot in your belly loosens; you're moving closer and closer, rocking your hips as she enters you, having no sense of your strength as the edges of the counter break in your grip, neither of you stopping.
You grip her shoulders, your hands full of blood and plaster from the broken sink, and ride out your climax as your sounds fill the bathroom. You reach your limit, lunging forward and without thinking, sinking your fangs into the girl's shoulder to stifle your scream. Rosalie lets out a little grunt, continuing to push in and out of you, glad she doesn't have to control her strength. You cry out in utter pleasure as you release yourself, your juices filling her pale hand. She continues with her thrusts until it's too much, and you're very sensitive, holding her hand so you can calm down. You're not quite sure how this is going to work, but you're more than happy to find that the orgasm remains the same, yet nothing like any you've had in life. You had no idea vampires could feel exhausted, lifting your head to look at Rosalie who was watching you with so many emotions: amusement, affection, love.
"I'm sorry" you murmur into her bitten shoulder, and she laughs gently, assuring you that you didn't have to worry about that. You groan as she pulls out of you, not wanting her to leave, ever. She laughs softly, her eyes the same amber as ever and her teeth no longer have fangs. You don't have to look in the mirror - nor could you if you tried - to know that you look the same, relaxed and relieved.
"Thanks" you say quietly "I needed this”"Thank you" she returns, resting her forehead on yours as you hug. And you know she really means it, how grateful and sacred she feels that you let her touch you."Rosalie..." she opens her eyes, softly hearing you. "I love you” your confession makes Rose shine brighter than any sunny day."I love you" she repeats, only because it feels so good to say. She helps you down from the balcony, and you look worriedly at the damage you've done. "Don't worry, Carlisle pays for the repairs" she says nonchalantly as you wash your hands, letting all the blood run down the drain. When you leave the bathroom, the school is already empty. You pick up your cell phone looking for news from the Cullens and see a message from Alice.
"We're going home; the boys complained about how scandalous you were. (I'm happy for you xoxo)” Rosalie laughs when you read the message aloud and takes your hand as you walk home. That air of wonder is back on her face as you drive through the parking lot; you know it will be the talk of every family dinner for days now. She looks at you with her shining eyes, kissing your cheek, feeling like she wants to explode from this feeling, the feeling that she would carry throughout the eternity that you spent together.
"So proud"