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It had started out with small things.

It had started before any of the Cullen's even knew Bella, back when she would come to school in her ridiculous skinny jeans and ill fitting t-shirts, yet somehow still captured everyone's hearts.

It only got worse when Edward fell in love with her. All of a sudden, Rosalie was subjected to watching Edward yearn for Bella, a thing Rosalie thought was ridiculous, but she would catch herself thinking, in the late hours of the night, that Rosalie could feel the same. She always immediately felt a wave of disgust.

Sure, the human was cute, but she wasn't that cute.

She wasn't sure exactly what started it, but before everyone else knew, Bella and Alice were best friends, and Rosalie was further subjected to listening to Alice gush about the human all the time. Rosalie thought Alice's crush on Bella was also ridiculous, but she supposed she could see the appeal.

She felt disgusted thinking that also.

Rosalie had been doing her best to avoid Bella, to cut off the thoughts of how good Bella looked during school, how she wished she was more approachable and did not scare off the human so much.

Rosalie always tried to cut off her train of thoughts when it came to Bella, but more often that not, she did not succeed.

When Alice and Bella started officially dating, Alice also began creeping into these thoughts.

Rosalie was not attracted to Emmet, nor Edward, nor Jasper, but she did not feel the same about Alice. She would catch herself thinking, "Wow, she's pretty," about Bella and Alice both, and would have to hold back the urge to slap herself.

Rosalie was… jealous, to say the least. She looked at Bella, at how Edward pined for her nonstop, at how Alice was wrapped around the humans finger, at how Carlisle would move heaven and earth for the pathetic human two of his children were infatuated with, and wanted to be loved the same.

She would look at Bella, or Alice, then look back at her pathetic—albeit strong as a bear—betrothed and feel sick.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to stave off the unnatural headache she felt coming on. Vampires aren't supposed to feel pain like this, but Rosalie has found she develops a splitting headache if she hasn't fed in a while. She also finds the same happens if she thinks of Bella and Alice too much.

Vampires aren't supposed to feel pain like this, but they also aren't supposed to be envious of a human, nor are they supposed to have a bed with pretty frills, purely for the aesthetic.

Rosalie was currently on this bed, listening to Alice and Bella through the wall. She didn't mean to, but Alice's room is right next to hers, and the two are very… vocal. Not that her inhuman hearing helps, because her body must betray her when she is fuming over the unfairness of her false life.

Rosalie rolls her eyes, adjusting herself to lay completely on her barely used bed, mind blanking as she subconsciously tunes into the inappropriate noises filtering through her bedroom wall.

Female vampires are more or less incapable of producing biological slick, so Rosalie has no idea how Alice and Bella manage to make it feel good for both of them. Similarly, she has no idea how vampire men even get it up, what with the fact that whatever blood they have pumping through their veins is practically all dried up. As these thoughts go through her head at rapid fire, she almost considers asking Carlisle how sex between vampires works, but decides against it.

Asking your adoptive dad how guys get it up when she's practically married to the man of his choosing? Absolutely not.

She further considers asking the two going at it in the room next to her themselves, and immediately cringes.

She rolls onto her side, absentmindedly listening to Bella scream as she comes. Rosalie feels a dull twinge of arousal, which she quickly suppresses under her overwhelming jealousy of the human.

Rosalie rises from her bed, checking her hair in the mirror over her vanity. She pokes her cheek a little, pale skin flexing under the prod of her finger.

Her skin is getting dry and her headaches worse; she'll need to go hunt soon.

She stalks out of her room, flipping her long blonde hair off her shoulder. She finds Edward downstairs at the dining table, sulking. "What's wrong with you?" she asks curtly, more demanding a response than requesting.

He sighs mournfully, and she simply rolls her eyes. "She doesn't want you. Get over it."

He looks up at her, gold eyes shining with a pathetic sheen to them. She pulls out a chair, and sits next to him at the dining table, tapping her long nails on the hardwood table.

"What do you even see in her," she mutters under her breath, but she knows Edward heard her loud and clear.

"It's quiet with her."

"Big fucking whoop."

Edward turns to her, face twisted into a frown. Rosalie looks him over quickly, wondering what on earth any girl has ever seen in him.

"I heard that," he mutters, meeting her gaze. She grins wickedly. "Why do you hate her so much?" Edward presses, leaning forward, as if sharing a secret.

She huffs, but she really has no idea. She quickly thinks over whatever reasons she may have for her dislike of Bella, but comes shorthanded. Rosalie can think of nothing other than the jealousy and the ridiculous amount of people obsessed over her. Her thoughts come to how aroused Bella and Alice make her, but she sweeps the thought aside.

She knows Edward can hear her, is attuned into her inner monologue as she rifles through memories to justify her hatred of the human.

When she doesn't respond, Edward hums contemplatively. "Interesting," he grins, leaning back into his chair. Rosalie rolls her eyes, but feels ever so slightly ashamed.

"Whatever," she shrugs, "I just don't like her." Edward watches her with those gleaming golden eyes of his, twins of her own.

"Where's Emmet?" she asks, hoping to change the topic.

"Hunting."

Rosalie hums, masking a wince as her head begins to ache even more. "He should've told me. I need to feed soon anyway."

"I can go with you if you want."

Rosalie curls her lips.

Her eyes go to the stairway, at the curve of the hall where it turns left, leading to hers and Alice's rooms. 'Why does Carlisle let them get away with it?' she thinks, knowing Edward is listening to her thoughts. Edward's gaze flicks to the stairwell also, looking at the door of Alice's room with poorly concealed jealousy. 'He has to know how it makes you feel,' she adds, gaze flicking away to judge Edward's reaction.

"He just wants to keep us happy," Edward eventually replies, turning to meet Rosalie's gaze.

'By making you miserable?'

"Damned if I do, damned if I don't," he shrugs.

"I don't think that's how you're supposed to use that."

Edward grins wickedly, sharp teeth flashing in the midday light. "Pot calling the kettle black."

"OK, now that is a stretch," Rosalie laughs, covering her smile with a hand.

Edward reaches out, gripping her wrist to lower her hand. "Don't," he says, smiling sadly. She sighs, smiling falsely at her housemate.

Edward looks mildly pleased, and Rosalie momentarily entertains the thought of punching him, only to upset him.

Rosalie leans back, swatting her hands between them. "Enough of this nonsense," she says, sitting up straight in her chair. "I'm hungry, my head hurts, and I'm tired of listening to Alice and her little mate go at it." She rises, smoothing out her shirt, and runs out of the house and into the forest.

When Rosalie comes back from her hunt, blood pumping through her veins, revitalized with the blood she has consumed, she goes to her room. She strips off her clothes, slowly, relishing in how alight her nerves are.

She lays on her bed, still naked, and looks over at the wall she shares with Alice. She wonders if Bella is still over, if she will have to hear them going at it all night again.

Rosalie feels herself get wet at the thought, the bodily function operating again now she has fresh blood in her to revive her previously dormant systems.

Rosalie blinks an image of Bella out of her mind, groaning dramatically in her hands. The image appears again, Bella on her knees in between Rosalie's legs.

She huffs, rolling onto her side, trying to ignore the heat pulsing in between her legs.

Eventually, Rosalie caves, and can't help but conjure up an image of Bella, in between her legs, mouth wet and slick.

Rosalie lifts her hand to her mouth to tongue around her fingers, imaging it was Bella's pretty digits in her mouth. She moans, licking into the crease between her fore and middle fingers, and her mental image shifts to one of Alice on her, pussy presented to her mouth. She groans around her fingers, swallowing them down, and her thoughts shift to Bella, that her own fingers was Bella's tongue down her throat.

God, she almost comes at the thought. She shifts her fingers down, grazing over her exposed skin, imagining eating Bella out as Alice's fingers fuck her cunt.

Her fingers trail to her clit, teasing it lightly, swirling around the hood, envisioning that her fingers were Alice's tongue. She plunges her fingers into her cunt, gasping out a moan.

Her mental image shifts. It's Bella now, thrusting up against her, pussy slick and wet with their combined arousal, moaning into her mouth as Alice is sandwiched between them. In Rosalie's imagination, the two switch between tongue fucking her, occasionally shoving their tongues into her mouth at the same time.

She imagines Alice in between her legs, Bella sitting on her face as Rosalie eats her out. She groans into her palm, imagining eating out Bella as Alice does the same to her, Alice crawling up her chest to feed her come back to her. She feels a sick satisfaction, the idea of the two kissing with her on their tongues.

She groans, rolling over to rut into her hand. "Oh god," she mutters. She looks at hers and Alice's shared wall, wondering what the other vampire's pussy would feel like pressed up against hers. She imagines scissoring Alice now, rutting down into her, beckoning to Bella.

Bella would kiss her, would slip her fingers inside her as she fucked Alice, would shove her down onto Alice and force her pussy, stretched around her fingers, and forced down onto Alice, would kiss her messily, sharing her with the other vampire.

Her hand moves faster, plunging in and out of her cunt mercilessly, desperately. She moans against her pillow, coming all over her hand.

She collapses onto her bed, lifting her hand to her mouth to lick off her come before she can think twice. She knows she will regret this when she wakes up. She knows she will do it again.

Alice lays lazily in bed, curled around Bella.

"She just jerked off to us," Alice mentions, tracing her cold hand over Bella's warm skin.

Bella hums, looking down at her girlfriend. "How do you know?"

Alice yawns, despite not needing to sleep. "She fed today. I can smell the fresh blood in her."

Bella nods slowly. "She's kinda hot," Bella mentions flippantly, testing the waters. Alice looks up at her girlfriend curiously.

"Starting a harem, love?" she jokes, but Bella looks completely serious. The human shrugs, before smirking teasingly.

"I'm just saying," Bella continues, "I wouldn't mind if we were to mess around with her."

Alice looks at her mate, scanning her face. "Sure, love, I guess."

Alice is hesitant, Bella knows that much. She also knows Alice is much too secure in their relationship to be jealous, which Bella appreciates.

When Bella and Alice officially started dating, Edward had been so upset and desperate he had offered being polyamorous with the two of them. Looking back, it was hilarious, but at the moment it had just been overwhelming. Bella had never really considered the option until then, but her interest in a third lied only in Rosalie.

Bella kisses her lovers forehead, Alice nuzzling into the touch. "You know I love you, right?" she asks, purely checking on her partner.

"I do," Alice whispers, shivering at how Bella's breath wafts over her skin.

"Good," Bella responds, kissing Alice's shoulder lightly.

The next day, Alice is waiting outside Rosalie's door. Rosalie raises a thin eyebrow, looking over the other vampire. She quickly worries that Alice knows what she did last night, but brushes it aside.

"What do you want?" Rosalie asks, flipping her hair off her shoulder. She turns her back to Alice, going to walk down the stairs.

"Bella wants you to have sex with us," Alice says, and Rosalie freezes where she stands.

She spins around to face Alice, whose face is mildly amused. "What?" Rosalie asks, still in shock. She feels as if she is hallucinating, as if she is still dreaming.

"Bella-" Alice replies, still looking infuriatingly amused. "-wants you to have sex with us."

Rosalie sneers, wondering what kind of absurd prank this is. "And why would she want that."

Alice shrugs, grinning. "She thinks you're hot," Alice smirks, adding, "We both do."

Rosalie feels her eyebrows try to crawl towards her hairline, face muscles straining with the disbelief on her face. "OK, prank's over." She laughs sarcastically, face falling back into it's usual disdain.

Alice steps towards her, knowing Rosalie has nowhere to go as she stands over the stairs. She puts her mouth dangerously close to Rosalie's ear, and whispers, "This is no prank." Her lips brush Rosalie's skin, and she resists the urge to shiver.

Alice drops her head down, moving to mouth at Rosalie's neck gently. Rosalie feels anxiety in her stomach, knowing they are doing this on the stairs for all to see, but it falls away as Alice's mouth falls on where her pulse point would be, the anxiety being replaced with a rush of want. Alice continues to kiss her neck, Rosalie's pulse still thrumming gently from yesterdays feeding.

Rosalie whimpers, and all too quick, Alice pulls back. "Come to my room tonight," Alice whispers, and Rosalie nods frantically.

Alice saunters away, the heat in Rosalie's stomach rapidly fading. She sighs, smoothing her face over, and walks down the stairs. Edward waits for her at the dining table, eyebrow raised.

"What," she scoffs, looking the other vampire over.

"Nothing," he shrugs. "I'm happy for you." Rosalie collapses at the table, sitting next to him.

She huffs, looking around exasperatedly. "I thought you'd be fuming."

Edward sighs sadly, looking at Rosalie, his golden eyes dimmed with sadness. "You deserve people to care for you. And if you get some along the way, I won't stop you." He grins nervously, clearly trying to keep his cool. "I'll move on."

Rosalie looks down, folding her hands on top of the table. "I love you, Edward." He tentatively places a hand on her shoulder, and she meets his eyes.

"Love you too, Rose."

Rosalie sits hesitantly on the edge of her bed. She wonders when Alice and Bella will come to her, when they will finally give her the contact she yearns for. She files her nails down as she waits, knowing their length would be less than pleasurable.

She is betrothed to Emmet, and she knows that he could provide the attention and love she wants, but she does not want him. She wants Alice, she wants Bella, she wants the attraction she feels for them, the attraction she does not feel for men.

Rosalie supposes she might just be a lesbian.

She listens carefully, hoping and praying Edward left the house. Mainly so she wouldn't be so embarrassed over what she was bound to be thinking later, but also so he didn't feel nearly so wrecked over Bella.

(She does not know Edward did indeed leave the house, and she will not know where he went until later.)

When Alice knocks on Rosalie's door, she lurches off her bed, crossing the room and two steps to swing the door open with much more force than needed. Alice leans against the doorframe, in a baggy sleep shirt Rosalie is 80% sure was stolen from Jasper.

Alice wordlessly leads Rosalie to her room, the blonde pulling back when Alice tries to hold her hand. Bella waits in Alice's room for them, rising when Rosalie steps into the room warily. Bella stalks towards Rosalie, also in a oversized t-shirt, Alice hanging back to close the door.

Rosalie looks around Alice's room, at the gothic look of it all, posters of bands, old and new, hung on her darkly painted walls.

"I… like your room," Rosalie says hesitantly, gesturing at it. Bella chuckles, and Rosalie can feel Alice slide behind her.

"I didn't invite you here to compliment my room," Alice teases, lifting up the hem of Rosalie's fitted shirt ever so slightly. Rosalie looks back at her, ignoring the hungry look in both Alice's and Bella's eyes.

"Well- obviously," Rosalie tries to cover, looking into Alice's unnatural eyes, mirrors of her own down to the golden color and blown out pupils. Alice places her hands on Rosalie's waist, searching the blondes eyes for permission. Rosalie nods subtly, a gesture Bella clearly caught, as she puts a hand on Rosalie's chin, redirecting her gaze.

"You're so pretty," Bella murmurs, stepping closer, until Rosalie's lips are a hairsbreadth away. "So beautiful," she continues, leaning to brush her lips against Rosalie's. Rosalie is thankful that she doesn't freeze, Alice hands on her waist grounding her.

Rosalie closes the gap, pressing her mouth to Bella's as Alice's hands slip up her shirt, the brunettes cold body pressing against Rosalie's equally chilly back. Bella opens her mouth, hot breath fanning against Rosalie's face. Rosalie mimics her, absorbing the heat radiating from Bella's skin, her breath inside her.

Rosalie tentatively rests her hands on Bella's waist, reaching her tongue out to sweep it against Bella's bottom lip. Bella moans, then pulls back, stripping her shirt. Rosalie gapes. for a minute, looking down at Bella's perky breasts, then removes her own shirt, Alice helping with the fumbling movements.

Alice pulls back while Rosalie removes her pants, and then presses against Rosalie's back once more, glaringly naked against her. Bella presses against Rosalie's front, capturing her mouth with her own once more. Alice begins to lick at the blonde's neck, laving her tongue over Rosalie's neck while her hands wander over Rosalie's body.

Bella slides her tongue against Rosalie's, lifting a hand to wind it through the hair at the base of Rosalie's neck. Alice grips Rosalie's chin, guiding her into turning her head, before kissing the blonde.

Rosalie licks into Alice's mouth, Bella bending down to kiss her breasts, hers and Alice's tongues twisting together.

This is the most alive Rosalie has felt since she was turned.

Both Alice and Bella pull back from her, each taking a hand to lead her to the bed in the middle of the room. Bella grins at Rosalie, her skin flushed and red.

The three lay down, side by side for a moment, before Bella messily kisses Rosalie, Alice crawling down Rosalie's sprawled body. Bella's tongue rubs against her own, lips catching on Rosalie's fangs. Rosalie intertwines their tongues, gripping Bella by the back of her neck to draw her closer.

Bella pulls back with a huff, looking down at Rosalie, before looking back to her lover, who currently sits on Rosalie's thighs.

"God, you're so perfect, isn't she?" Bella groans, bending down to mouth at Rosalie's neck. The vampire whimpers at the praise, moaning as Alice's fingers begin to tease her cunt. Alice nods her agreement, dipping the tips of her fingers into Rosalie's entrance, before drawing back.

She glances at Bella for permission, and Rosalie watches raptly as the other vampire bends to kiss her hips, her thighs. She squirms at the attention, Bella beginning to knead at her breasts, still placing open mouthed kisses on her neck.

Rosalie groans, one hand going to run through Alice's hair, the other resting against Bella's neck. She pulls Bella off her neck, interrupting Alice's attentions as she rolls on top of Bella. Bella merely lets her, Alice laying to the side to watch as Rosalie begins to kiss her way down Bella's body, spreading her thighs open.

Bella moans, Alice leaning over to kiss her lover as Rosalie kneels.

For a moment, Rosalie merely takes in the sight, Bella hot and flushed under her, her bare cunt beginning to glisten with slick, Alice kissing Bella chastely. When Rosalie lowers her head, scooting backwards so her face is over Bella's thin stomach, Alice leans back, merely watching.

When Rosalie lowers her mouth to Bella's wet cunt, she licks tentatively, getting a breathy moan out of the human. Rosalie continues to tease Bella, licking at her entrance before flicking her tongue across Bella's clit. Rosalie slowly slides a finger inside Bella, the human hot and warm around her. She continues to lick Bella's clit, slowly fucking her finger in and out of the human.

Bella moans, threading a hand into Rosalie's hair. The humans moans become muffled, and Rosalie is pleased to see Alice kissing her mate, tongues plunging in and out of each others mouths. Rosalie moans, and Bella whimpers into Alice's mouth.

Rosalie watches with rapt attention, her tongue laving down Bella's slit to tease her entrance, as Alice climbs atop of Bella, moving to sit on her face. Rosalie pulls back, replacing her tongue with her finger once more as Alice begins to ride Bella's face, Bella's hands on the vampires hips to control her pace.

Rosalie absentmindedly slides her finger in and out of Bella, pace slowing as she continues to watch Alice and Bella. Bella squirms when Rosalie comes to a stop, lifting a leg to wrap it around Rosalie's waist. Rosalie obeys, obliging Bella's silent request.

She slides two fingers inside Bella, and lowers her free hand to rub against her own cunt. She whimpers at the contact, despite how dulled down her sense of feeling is now that she hasn't fed recently.

Rosalie sits back, deciding to take advantage of the limited bodily functions shes regained since she last fed. She pulls away from Bella completely, maneuvering herself out of Bella's legs, and crawling to Alice's side.

The other vampire moans as Bella eats her out, looking at Rosalie blearily. She leans forward, and Rosalie meets her lips, sliding her tongue into Alice's mouth. Alice whimpers when Bella begins to tease her clit with her tongue, Rosalie swallowing up the noise.

Rosalie pulls back, and Alice whines at the lost of contact. Rosalie leans forward, mouthing at the other vampires neck, before lifting her fingers to Alice's mouth. Rosalie pulls back, watching as Alice takes her fingers into her mouth, swallowing them down to the third digit.

Rosalie collects Alice's spit on her fingers, the substance bubbly and dehydrated from Alice's lack of blood intake. She takes her fingers out of the brunettes mouth, crawling back down in between Bella's legs. There, she takes Alice's spit, and rubs it around on her cunt, making up for the minimal slick in between her own legs.

Rosalie puts her hands on Bella's hips, grazing one down her left thigh, to wrap her palm around Bella's knee. She lifts the humans leg gently, pushing it down until her knee is pressed against her chest. Bella whimpers at the stretch, but does not complain.

Rosalie huffs, taking a moment to admire Bella, how her breasts look in the light, how her small hands grip Alice's hips, the way her cunt quivers from exposure to the cold air. Rosalie bends, keeping Bella's leg up, and blows a puff of air on Bella's clit. The human flinches, and kicks her left leg halfheartedly.

Rosalie grins, then straightens her spine. She takes one more moment to admire Bella, then puts one leg over Bella's hips, lining their cunts up. Bella moans as they slide together, Rosalie hissing sharply.

"Bella," she moans, moving her hips back, before sinking back against Bella. Rosalie sets a slow, leisurely pace as she fucks against Bella's spread cunt, creating a satisfying ebb and flow of pleasure.

Rosalie keeps and eye on Alice, at the pace her hips move, and speeds up to match it. As Alice continues to fuck into Bella's mouth, Rosalie matches her momentum, speeding up as Alice nears completion. She can feel Bella is almost done too, her body shivering against the onslaught, moans and whimpers muffled by Alice's weight on her face becoming louder with each thrust of Rosalie's sex against hers.

Alice gets faster and more desperate as she nears her climax, Rosalie mimicking her. Alice and Bella climax together, the two quaking. Rosalie pulls away from Bella when she is done, Bella's slick moist and tacky in between Rosalie's legs.

She flops to the side, then puts a hand in between her legs, finishing on her own as Bella and Alice come down from their highs. Bella settles next to her, Alice laying on top of the human.

Bella looks over to Rosalie, to where Rosalie's hand rests on her stomach, hers and Bella's arousal still on her fingers. "Why didn't you let one of us finish you off?" Bella asks softly, wrapping a hand around Rosalie's arm. Rosalie looks at Bella, then down to the hand on her arm.

"I need to feed again," she rasps, "I wasted too much of yesterdays meal on… this," she says, making no move to elaborate. Alice looks at the other vampire, slowly clambering off Bella to stretch out beside Rosalie.

Rosalie pays no mind to her, focusing instead on the piercing gaze Bella is directing at her. "Feed off me," Bella mumbles, and Rosalie blanches.

"What?" she asks, disbelieving.

Bella rolls her head to the side, exposing the expanse of her pale neck. "I want you to feed off me," Bella repeats, louder this time.

Rosalie tries to back away, but Alice is at her side, the two women caging her in.

"Feed off me." Bella forces Rosalie's mouth to her neck, the vampire halfheartedly rebelling. Bella knows if Rosalie didn't want this, she would actually fight back, throwing Bella off her if she needed to.

Rosalie did not do this.

She can smell Bella's blood thrumming under her skin, practically taste it on her tongue as Bella lowers Rosalie's head to press against her neck. Rosalie moans, blocking out Alice as she waits behind her.

She wonders if they've done this already, if Bella has let Alice feed off her, but the thought is pushed to the sidelines as she opens her mouth slowly, then sinks her fangs in.

She immediately draws back once she breaks the skin, not wanting to infect Bella's bloodstream with her venom. Bella's blood trickles into her mouth, Rosalie only having bitten just enough to break the skin. Rosalie moans as the liquid slides down her throat, resisting the urge to bite deeper. She sucks hard, and the hope that she leaves a hickey on Bella's pale skin flashes through her mind.

Rosalie draws back, feeling a small drip of blood slide out of the corner of her mouth. Alice loosely grasps her chin, and Rosalie obediently faces her. Alice licks the blood from Rosalie's face, before straddling Bella to feed from the fang marks on her neck.

Bella moans into the touch, lifting a hand to card through Alice's hair. Rosalie looks on, yearning to be held so lovingly.

Bella, noticing Rosalie's longing, lifts her free hand, wrapping it around Rosalie's neck, before dragging her down and into a chaste kiss. Rosalie falls against Bella's side, still kissing her gently as Alice falls to Bella's other side.

Rosalie is the one to break the kiss, choosing to lap on Bella's neck, where the humans blood and Alice's saliva mixes. She lathes her tongue over the bite, Bella turning her head to the side to give her better access.

Rosalie pulls back after a while, pleased to see a dark bruise forming against Bella's pale complexion. She licks once more at Bella's skin before falling into the humans side.

Rosalie lies in Alice's bed, her eyes closed as if she is sleeping. She only does so because she doesn't know what else to do. She feels it would be far too familiar to stare at Bella while she sleeps, which is what Alice does currently.

Rosalie eventually rises, Alice watching her as she picks up her clothes from the floor.

"Rose," Alice whispers, lifting an arm. Rosalie looks back at her, where Alice beckons for her to come back, but she cannot.

"No," she whispers, shaking her head. Alice rises, Rosalie hurrying to redress herself before the other vampire can confront her.

"Rosalie," Alice says firmly, running to Rosalie. She places a firm arm on the other vampires shoulder, keeping Rosalie in place. "Don't go," she whispers, still firm, but gentle. Rosalie wants to cave, to let herself linger in the love present in this room for a while longer.

"I can't," she hisses back, waving at the room. "I don't belong here."

Bella stirs awake, Alice quickly looking over to her, then continuing to pin Rosalie down with her stare. Bella sits up, looking between the two vampires.

"What's going on?" she asks hesitantly, sliding out of bed, and slipping a T-shirt over her thin frame. She pads towards the two, and Rosalie looks down, ashamed.

"I need to go," Rosalie responds, avoiding looking at the lovers. Alice's hand on her shoulder still weighs heavy, Alice's fingers gripping into her skin. Bella looks almost devastated, Alice not moving to comfort her lover.

"Why can't you stay?" Bella asks slowly, carefully. Rosalie huffs. She doesn't want them to treat her like some precious thing, to look so sad that she's merely leaving their room.

She knows this means more than leaving the room, and they do too.

She is going to leave anyway, and she is going to regret it.

"I just can't." Rosalie attempts to shrug Alice's hand off her, but the vampire simply applies more pressure. She huffs, then hisses, "Why are you so adamant on me staying?"

Bella and Alice share a look, and Rosalie feels slightly jealous. "We didn't just want you to fuck," Bella says slowly, and Rosalie feels her jaw drop.

Rosalie squints, too cautious to dare hope.

Alice chuckles, finally releasing Rosalie. "You idiot, we want to be with you," Alice says gently, moving forward to rest her hands on Rosalie's waist. Bella sidles beside the two of them, similarly placing her hands on the small of Rosalie's and Alice's back.

"We talked it out before we asked you to have sex with us," Bella elaborates, hand warm against Rosalie's cold skin.

"Oh," Rosalie mouths, looking down bashfully. "I- I thought-" she stutters, before falling silent.

"We know," Alice chuckles, squeezing Rosalie's hip.

Rosalie allows the two to lead her back to the bed, Bella lying in the middle as she attempts to warm her two lovers. Rosalie feels a fluttering in her stomach, a twist of nerves she only feels when she has fed recently. She nuzzles closer to Bella's side, Alice reaching a hand over to rest it on Rosalie's bare bicep.

Rosalie lies there, eyes closed and mind peaceful for the first time in near a century.

she attempts to warm her two lovers. Rosalie feels a fluttering in her stomach, a twist of nerves she only feels when she has fed recently. She nuzzles closer to Bella's side, Alice reaching a hand over to rest it on Rosalie's bare bicep.

Rosalie lies there, eyes closed and mind peaceful for the first time in near a century.

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A/N

All the work titles for this series are super goth and edgy, but I wrote this entire chapter listening to 2000s club music. Sue me.

Next up is my rewrite of vampire biology because I HATE what Stephanie Meyers has going on. This is basically just a copy and paste of what I told my friends (they all made a point of ignoring me).

- ok I've done some more research and in theory female vampires could get wet biologically but not as fast or as effectively as female humans - which isn't very fun but it could happen - so according to the lore I'm establishing most vampire blood is pretty coagulated due to them being undead but when they feed or get warm the blood heats up and makes them falsely warm - MEANING this false warm blood could also influence their sexual reactions making it possible for female vampires to get wet - but enough talking ab the mechanics of my vampire x human porn - wait this means I can have there be Edward and jacob side plot porn where Edward is the top as long as he feeds off Jacob first - mwahahahahahahahahya

Ryo was impatiently waiting outside Akira's apartment, tapping his foot against the cold cement. He combed his blond hair back from his face, looking down at his watch expectantly. "Fuck it," he sighs, punching in the code to the apartment building, and making his way up the stairs and to Akira's apartment. He opened the door, tucking the spare key he'd swiped from Miki.

He steps into the small space, feeling no apprehension nor discomfort as he does so. Akira's home is surprisingly dirty, which elicits a curious look from the blond. Ryo steps around the dirty clothes, and walks into Akira's bedroom. There, he hears rhythmic grunting and the clanking of metal.

Ryo sighs, pushing the door open, to find Akira lifting weights. "Akira," he snaps, startling the boy. Akira jumps off the weight lifting bench, sweaty and hair a mess.

"What are you doing here?" He laughs, grabbing a towel and wiping sweat off himself. Ryo wrinkles his nose, fighting the urge to complain about his best friends habits.

"We're supposed to be at the movies right now," Ryo says, and Akira pales.

"Was that today?" he chuckles, and Ryo groans. "I'm gonna shower, I swear I'll be quick," Akira promises, scurrying into his bathroom. He comes back for some clothes as an afterthought, smiling at Ryo cheerily.

Ryo sighs. He should be far more desensitized to his best friends antics, but ever since Akira started working out, he'd become far more messy. He was always this mindless, however, so Ryo didn't mind it much.

He began picking up around Akira's room, stripping the sheets from his bed and adding it to the dirty pile of laundry on the floor. He could hear Akira humming in the shower, rushing to make it in time for the movie.

Ryo didn't care if they saw it or not, he just wanted a reason to be around his best friend.

Ryo supposes "best friends" doesn't properly encapsulate his feelings for Akira, but he will not think over it now.

He piles Akira's dirty laundry onto the bedsheets, picking it up at the corners, and carrying it over his shoulder like some Santa Claus of dirty clothes. Ryo turns the radio in the kitchen on, humming along to some ABBA song while he piles the dirty laundry into the washing machine.

Akira steps into the kitchen just as Ryo starts it, wearing a baggy pair of jeans and a shirt Ryo is pretty sure Akira stole from him. Ryo ignores the twist of pride at the thought.

"You ready?"

Akira hums, grabbing a pop tart from his little stash on the corner.

"We're gonna be really late," Ryo says, stepping out the door with Akira following close behind him.

"That's OK," Akira replies. "As long as I get to be with you." Ryo can feel his heart skip a beat, and he feels his face pull up into a grimace. Ryo immediately smooths his expression, shoving his hands into his trench coat pockets.

They hurry out to Ryo's car, Akira settling in the passenger seat.

Ryo finds himself speeding to the movie theater, ignoring multiple car horns as he weaves through traffic. Ryo notices Akira gripping the handle attached to the roof, and smirks, pressing harder on the gas pedal.

They just barely make it in time to miss the advertisements and whatever safety warnings, Ryo lazily paying, despite breaking so many traffic laws to get there in time.

Ryo and Akira settle in their seats, elbowing each other halfheartedly as they play fight over their shared armrest. Ryo lets Akira win, he always does and always will. Akira needs the space anyway.

Ryo ignores the movie, in favor of keeping his eyes on Akira. Akira never notices Ryo's prying eyes, dissecting the brunet right there in the theater, Akira completely oblivious.

Akira recently hit a growth spurt, and his hair grew out of that ridiculous limp blackness it was when they were younger. As such, Ryo bought Akira weights and paid for a gym membership. "You don't need to be scrawny and tall," Ryo said, and Akira took it in stride.

Ryo respects his best friend's commitment, even though it had taken a few snide and cocky remarks for him to be so.

When the movie ends, Ryo and Akira file out, Akira ranting loudly about how amazing and fun the movie was, how the special effects were amazing, and the acting was amazing, and the plot, and everything else about it. Ryo doesn't understand the hype, but he listens patiently, smiling gently.

Akira pipes down on the ride back to his place, watching the setting sun out the car window with a content smile on his face.

Akira breaks the silence, saying, "Stay over with me tonight."

Ryo hesitates for a moment. "Okay."

He isn't sure what happened to make Akira move out; the brunet had never told him despite Ryo pushing for answers. Instead, he paid for Akira's monthly expenses and ignored Akira teasingly calling him his sugar daddy.

Akira follows Ryo up the stairs to his apartment, twirling his lanyard on his pointer finger. Ryo ignores the gesture, pulling his spare key out of his pocket, opening up the door.

"I don't remember getting you a key," Akira says jokingly.

"Swiped it from Miki."

"Rude," Akira huffs, a grin on his face.

Ryo smiles gently, closing the door behind him. "You would think the guy paying for the apartment would get a key instead of some girl."

Akira frowns, staring Ryo down. Ryo raises his eyebrow, but says nothing. "Miki isn't just 'some girl,'. That's like saying you're just some guy."

Ryo rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

Akira is clearly unhappy, but he doesn't press it.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Akira asks, stepping over his own mess of nonsense that clutters the small apartment. Ryo checks on the washing machine, loading Akira's clothes into the dryer and starting the load. Akira takes the blonds silence as a yes, and switches on his small TV, flipping through channels.

Ryo makes his way to the couch, flopping down next to Akira. "What are we watching?"

Akira nods towards the TV, "Simpsons." He looks over at Ryo, frowning. "Why the hell are you still wearing your coat?"

Ryo shrugs, sliding his hands into his coat pockets. Akira sighs, turning back to the TV just in time for Homer to strangle Bart. Akira chokes back a laugh, then turns back to Ryo. "I have some of my old clothes in the back of the closet," he says, looking Ryo over. "They should fit you."

Ryo groans melodramatically, clambering off the couch and into Akira's room. He tosses his coat on Akira's dresser, going to the closet to rifle through the clothes in trash bags strewn on the closet floor. He really should get Akira to take these to charity, but he won't press it tonight.

He pulls some of Akira's old clothes out of the bags, stripping his day clothes off and placing them where his coat rests. Ryo quickly slips into the clothes laid out on the bed, and rushes to leave the room, but stops in his tracks. On Akira's bedside table is a collection of photo frames, featuring himself and Miki over the years, but in the center of it, sits an old photo of him with Ryo.

Ryo feels his heart twinge, and he walks closer to the table, and picks up the frame. He gently traces the frame, eyes focusing on where younger him held Akira's hand. He delicately places it back where it belongs, trying to ignore the—suffocating— emotions in his chest. Ryo swallows thickly, but makes his way back to the couch, where Akira sits waiting.

Ryo sits, staring blankly ahead at the TV.

"Are you OK?" Akira asks gently, leaning over to look at Ryo.

"I'm… fine," Ryo responds slowly, looking ahead blankly at the TV screen.

Akira looks at him for a moment. "No, you're not." He switches the TV off, poking Ryo until he made eye contact with him. "Ryo," Akira whispers, and Ryo almost falls apart. He does not understand the feelings swirling in his chest, the desperation and sadness and so many other emotions jumbling together.

"What the hell happened?" Akira asks, lifting his hands as if he can keep Ryo from falling apart at the seams.

"I was just getting changed," Ryo begins, "And I saw that photo you have of us." Akira flushes, but Ryo is too overwhelmed to puzzle over it.

"What else happened?"

"I came back out."

Akira sighs, rising off the couch. "It's time to go to bed, Ryo," he says gently, loosely grabbing Ryo's wrist to help guide him up. Ryo follows him up, and Akira leads him to the bedroom. Ryo sits on the edge, then lays there stiffly.

Akira lays next to him in the small bed, getting under the blanket to fight off the autumn chill.

The two are quiet for a while, but then, Ryo speaks. "Back then, when we were young, I didn't know what you meant." Ryo begins. "Love doesn't exist, and if there's no such thing as love, therefore, there is no sorrow. That's what I thought, Akira." Ryo finishes his little speech, surprised by Akira's silence.

"Why am I the only one talking?" Ryo asks, looking over to where Akira lays beside him. He stops for a moment, thinking, "Oh god, he's dead," but the thought vanishes when Akira moves ever so slightly. Ryo nearly sobs in relief, rolling onto his side to throw his arm over Akira's sleeping form.

"Idiot," he mutters affectionately, hand tightening on Akira's waist, where it rests.

Ryo has no idea what he just said, driven near mad by tiredness and exhaustion from the strong feelings still settling in his stomach.

Alice was not an affectionate person. It did not take a genius to know this. Sure, she was friendly, and was always sweet to Bella, but she was not affectionate. If she were ever to touch Bella, she would flinch a little, and rapidly apologize. If their hands were to brush whilst walking, she would snatch her hand away, looking elsewhere.

Alice was not an affectionate person, but when her mannerisms towards Bella began to change, even a little, Bella noticed.

Alice and Bella were sitting side by side on the Swan couch,—not touching, of course—, both reading silently. They had remained on their respective sides of the couch, Bella curled up on one end, Alice on the other.

It was a small couch, but the two were careful not to touch. After a while, Alice sighed a bit, readjusting herself. She eyed Bella nervously, before slowly stretching her legs out. Bella could feel the vampire watching her, carefully judging her reaction. She remained still as Alice continued to stretch until her calves were pressed gently against Bella's thigh.

Bella remained fixated on her book, and when she deemed it safe, peeked over the cover to glance at Alice. Alice looked… content. Bella supposed she would be; the contact of a warm body against her cold one was no doubt a euphoric feeling. Bella knew it ran deeper than that, but at this moment, she was happy to believe in her own simple reasoning.

Alice looked up, meeting Bella's eyes. "Are you comfortable?" She asked tentatively, the words sounding odd for some reason.

Bella smiled, looking down at her book, and glancing back at Alice. "Of course."

Alice hummed, looking pleased, and the two returned to reading their respective novels.

After this fateful interaction, Alice began acting far closer to Bella. She would loosely grasp the hem of Bella's shirt when standing in the halls of their miserable school, careful to not let her fingers brush the skin of Bella's waist.Bella wouldn't mind it if they did. She told Alice this one day.

"I don't mind if you touch me."

The two were in the school library, studying for a test together. They hadn't talked in an hour, but Bella thought it best to bring it up now.

Alice looked up at her quizzically, raising a thin eyebrow. "I never said you did," she responded, in that fluttery way she did when she was nervous. She stared back down at her textbook, notes sprawled out to the side.

Bella chuckled, leaning over the desk to whisper close to Alice's face. "I don't mind if you touch me," she repeated, breath softly moving Alice's hair.

"Um, OK," Alice nervously responded, not looking up at Bella. Bella reclined back in her seat.

The two did not speak of it again.

Alice began letting her fingers brush Bella's skin when she would grab the hem of Bella's shirt.

Bella felt a sick sort of pride at the action.

Two weeks later, Alice continues her tentative attempts to be physically closer with Bella. The human can't help but wonder why, but she does not question it. Rather, she finds ways to subtly let Alice achieve the intimacy she desires, initiating the contact herself.

One day, the two are in Bella's room, laying on her bed together as they watch a movie. Bella glances at Alice, at where the vampire's thin hand lays between them, as if she is begging silently for Bella to take her hand.

Bella does.

Alice flinches.

"Is this OK?" Bella asks.

Alice nods slowly. Bella hums, winding her fingers through Alice's.

"I'm sorry for always being so jumpy," Alice says after a while, interrupting the comfortable silence that has fallen over them. "It's just-"

Bella places a finger in front of Alice's mouth, successfully quieting the vampire. "You don't have to explain."

"But I want to!" Alice exclaims, Bella's finger still pressed to her lips. Bella's hand falls away, a sigh coming from the human.

Alice leans back, squeezing the hand still trapped within hers. "You're so warm, and I- I crave it. And I can only ever feel warmth if I feed, or am with you." Alice looks at Bella, golden eyes boring into Bella's brown ones. "And it scares me, being so warm after years of being cold as a dead body."

Bella hums. "I understand," she whispers. Bella tentatively raises her free hand, her skin millimeters from meeting Alice's cheek. "May I?" She asks, feeling the chill radiating from Alice's skin. Alice nods, and Bella gently places her hand on Alice's cheek, stroking her high cheekbones and the thin skin under her eye.

Alice practically moans. When Bella withdraws, Alice is panting, eyes blown out with hunger. Bella feels the urge to bare her neck, to let Alice feed off her until the cold blood in Alice's veins is pumping false warmth through her stone cold body.

Alice's eyes grow hazy, the temporary warmth fleeing from her skin. Bella thinks for a moment before she makes a decision.

She pulls Alice close to her, abandoning the hand she had been holding to wrap her arm around Alice, bringing the vampire into her side.

Alice moans and pants, the exchange of heat feeling oddly erotic.

Bella would really like to let Alice feed off her, turn her, kiss her until Bella is all hot and bothered, just to let Alice steal her body heat.

Alice wraps an arm around Bella's waist, and thats when Bella makes a desicion.

She inhales through her nose, lifting a hand to Alice's shoulder, before shoving the vampire onto her back. Alice could resist if she wanted, but Bella knows she won't. Alice looks up at her with a strange curiousity, as Bella clambers onto Alice's waist.

Alice looks absolutely terrified at the action, but she does not push Bella off. "What are you… doing?" Alice asks hesitantly, and Bella only grins.

"Warming you up," she says, lowering her face until it's inches from Alice's breath falling upon Alice's skin. Alice whimpers, squirming where Bella's hips sit on her own.

Alice's face lifts to meet Bella's, to the humans joy.

At first, their kiss is soft, delicate, just a meeting of skin against skin. Alice's mouth is cold, and this is what Bella imagines the rest of Alice's body to feel like. She slips a hand under Alice's shirt, fingers meeting cold, waxy skin. Alice opens her mouth, lips moving slowly against Bella's.

Bella smiles, gripping loosely onto Alice's waist, before opening her mouth into the kiss. Bella slides her tongue into Alice's mouth, meeting very little resistance from the vampire. She runs her tongue over Alice's fangs, tracing the points, but careful not to draw blood.

Alice moans into the kiss, feeling the congealed blood under her skin heat falsely. She basks in the feeling of aliveness, of Bella pressing down on her, Bella's tongue penetrating her mouth, and the heat of her human body penetrating everywhere else. Alice feels Bella's fingers wander down her midriff, hand sliding into Alice's pants.

Alice gently pushes Bella away, shame running through her.

"What's wrong?" Bella asks softly, withdrawing her hands.

"I- I can't get… wet… down there," Alice stutters, avoiding Bella's eyes.

Bella freezes for a moment. She looks down at where Alice's legs lay parted, Bella nestled in between them, looks at where Alice's pants had been pulled down slightly, showing her black underwear.

Bella shrugs, readjusts herself, and undresses. Alice watches curiously, panicking slightly when Bella goes to undress her also, but lets the human do as she wishes.

When Alice is fully naked, Bella kneels back down, and laps her tongue over Alice's slit, to the vampires surprise.

"What are you doing!" Alice exclaims, hands flying down to try to push Bella's greedy mouth off her.

Bella looks at Alice teasingly. "I'm eating you out," she says, voice taking on a cocky tone she doesn't quite feel.

"Well I know that!" Alice gasps, "But why!"

"To get you wet so I can scissor you until I come."

Alice nearly passes out.

She hesitates for a moment, looks up at the human kneeling in between her legs, and lets her head fall back down on the pillow with a defeated sigh. "I guess…"

"Guess what?" Bella teases, lowering herself until her breath falls upon Alice's quivering cunt.

Alice looks at Bella. "Do I really have to say it?"

"Say what?" Bella responds, flicking her tongue over Alice's clit.

"You can continue," Alice moans, lifting her hips to try to grind on Bella's mouth.

Bella smiles victoriously. "Good girl."

Alice nearly came at the phrase.

Bella lowers her head, sliding her hair over one shoulder so it doesn't interfere with her ministrations. She takes it slow, teasing Alice's clit with her tongue until Alice is desperately begging.

The sound is music to Bella's ears, but she will take her time until Alice doesn't remember how to talk.

Next, she licks at Alice's center, spreading her saliva around until Alice's cunt is slick with spit. She's careful to lick around Alice's hole, not sticking her tongue in, no matter how badly she wants to.

She continues to lick, reaching a hand down to massage her own clit. Bella looks up at where Alice lay limp on the bed, moaning and drooling on the pillow. Bella hums, not lifting her mouth, and lifts her free hand to hover over Alice's clit, just before she plunges her tongue into Alice's hole.

Alice moans louder than she had before, covering her mouth with her forearm as Bella begins to rub Alice's clit, her tongue still moving inside the vampire.

Bella continues until Alice is shaking, her hole convulsing around Bella's tongue, her clit puffy and red from Bella's careful fingers.

Bella pulls back, kneeling between Alice's legs. Alice looks up at the girl, propping her head up on the headboard of the bed, as Bella slides her fingers between the folds of her cunt.

Bella moans, looking through hazed eyes at where Alice lay, spread out and mouth wide, all Bella's for the taking.

Bella continues to pleasure herself, stopping when she is confident she has collected enough of her own slick on her fingers. She looks at the glistening liquid, and looks back at Alice.

Bella carefully crawls up the length of Alice's body, bringing her slick fingers to Alice's mouth. Alice takes them gratefully, sucking and slurping Bella's slick off the woman's fingers.

"God," Bella moans, "look at you." she grins, her fingers still trapped in the wet heat of Alice's mouth.

Alice moans from the praise, sucking Bella's fingers deeper into her mouth. Bella lets Alice continue, relishing in the way Alice sucks so eagerly, tongue wrapping around Bella's fingers.

Bella adjusts herself, bringing one leg to rest on Alice's hip, moving the vampires leg to rest on her own hip.

Bella brings two fingers down, making sure Alice is still moist with spit, then crashes their cunts together. The two moan as one, Bella's wet heat moving against Alice's, the mild friction no issue to either of them.

Alice groans, gyrating her hips against Bella's. Bella leans down to kiss Alice as she continues to thrust into the vampire. Slick sounds echo through the room, and Bella is too blissed out to think that Charlie might come home.

She ignores the nagging thought in the back of her head, focusing on Alice's cunt and how it meets hers, their cores colliding again and again.

When Bella comes, she collapses on Alice, burying her face into Alice's neck. "Are you warmed up now?" Bella asks, voice muffled.

Alice giggles, her chest rising heavily. "For now," she responds, lifting a hand to run it through Bella's hair.

The human hums, melting further into Alice's body as she dozes off. Alice tentatively lifts the blanket, long ago kicked to the side, and covers her and Bella both.