Just Rosalie

Rosalie's Hesitation

Rosalie inhaled a deep breath as she sat on a bar stool. Her best friend and the bartender at the restaurant-Pennelope, was mixing her a long island iced tea. Pennelope knew exactly how to make Rosalie's drinks to her liking-extra cola and lemon juice and less alcohol.
As she took a sip of her beverage, her muscles felt a bit relaxed. She'd been having issues with an art buyer. There were a lot of things that she had a problem with, but when someone criticized her artwork, that was the line. A buyer had insisted that their purchase was not the same as they intended to buy-that what had been delivered to their house was not want they wanted. And Mallory Walters-Rosalie's art dealer, insisted that they were just trying to get out of the purchase-they probably changed their minds. But that was the problem-they changed their minds.
Rosalie took great pride in her art. She'd been holding paint brushes since she could walk. Her mother was the renowned artist Kaitlyn Watson-one of the greatest artists to walk the planet. Her talent with a mere piece of paper and pencil was extraordinary. Kaitlyn made masterpieces with as little as a sketch on a hotel bar's tissue. She wasn't famous for nothing-she'd earned her place in the spotlight.
Rosalie certainly couldn't stand the thought of her masterpieces being rejected. It felt as though she was shaming her family's name, which her mother worked so hard to build. She'd made millions off of her pieces. Her art was showcased in cities throughout Europe, Asia and The Americas, and was soon to hit Africa and Australia, if all went well. She'd inherited her skill from her mother, of course. And they both found great passion in art, which contributed to their mother-daughter connection.
But the only problem was-Rosalie sold her masterpieces under an alias' name. She wanted to make a name for herself without her mother's reputation contributing to it. There was always that feeling of being on the back burner of art while she was growing up. Her art was only appreciated because she was the daughter of Kaitlyn Watson. And Rosalie wanted to become reputable off of her own talent, not her mother's.
Kaitlyn understood Rosalie's reluctance to reveal herself to the world-for whom she truly was-Kaitlyn Watson's daughter. Kaitlyn was proud of her daughter. She understood every decision that Rosalie made, because they were quite alike.
Rosalie often wondered what it would be like to finally tell the world that she was Roses-the renowned artist, but she'd rather to stay out of the spotlight. Her mother's fame already tampered with her normal life, imagine if her own fame was revealed.
Taking another sip of her drink, she browsed through a few pictures on her phone-pictures that she'd taken of Lee earlier that week. She smiled, and her disturbing thoughts vanished. Lifting her head up, she noticed Jennivine and Blair leaving the restaurant together.
"Pen, am I seeing correctly?"
She asked as she took another sip of her beverage. The redhead seemed to have snagged Jennivine instead of her, and that made her smile.
"Yup. The new girl snagged the hottie."
Rosalie narrowed her gaze at the door. She was happy for them, and would probably invite them to have a double date with her and Lee.
"Hottie?"
"Yeah. I'd tap that too. Wouldn't you?"
Pennelope knew that Rosalie was already thinking about double-dating. She'd always wanted a couple to be friends with.
"I'm engaged. The only thing that I'm tapping is my soon-to-be wife."
Rosalie wouldn't admit that she'd thought the redhead was gorgeous. All she wanted was to be her friend. She'd never admit that Blair was even a bit attractive to anyone, because the only woman that she praised was Lee.
"Wow, so committed. Honestly, I can't see myself committing to a relationship right now, much less getting married. I want to enjoy my freedom while I can and explore a little, you know. But that's just me."
Rosalie pressed her lips together and nodded. A wave of anxiety rushed through her veins, and with a deep inhale, her chest tightened with fear. She'd always found it difficult to settle down. Four years with Lee made her see that settling down wasn't so bad, once you're with someone that you love. But it still scared her-to be with one person for the rest of her life, even if she wanted no one else.
She got up and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the shelf.
"If I get drunk, don't give me any of the expensive stuff. I don't feel like shipping in more from Spain before the scheduled date."
Rosalie felt like her brain was fighting with her heart. After her parents' divorce, she promised to never get married. But there she was-getting married.
"You okay? You don't drink unless something is bothering you."
No, she wasn't okay. But she wouldn't admit that. Because after a few glasses of wine, and a much needed nap, she'd forget all about her doubts. And if they came up again, she'd do the same to rid of them.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just in the mood for some celebrating. And drunken sex is always a bonus."
Pennelope quirked a brow and shook her head with a smile. She knew that something was bothering Rosalie, for sure. But she wouldn't insist on finding out what it was, because Rosalie had always been a private person, and often got offended if she was pushed to reveal anything.
"Well, you're drinking alone. I'm on the clock right now."
"Of course."
Rosalie grabbed a wine glass, and poured to fill half of it. She knew she'd refill it in about three minutes.
"So how was your trip? Anything exciting happened?"
Everyone thought that she visited her mother in Paris for an art expedition and bonding time. But that was half the truth, she'd also been finalizing some deals in Rome and Italy for her own agendas.
"Nope."
She said flatly. She would've probably gotten up early the next day to the continue working on one of her pieces. The piece that she was most focused on was named Thorns and Feathers. It was an expressionism painting detailing a majestic dark forest.
"Okay then. I'm going to get back to work. You drink your heart away."
Rosalie lifted the glass up by the stem and sealed her lips around the rim.
Definitely.
She decided to head to bed after her second glass of wine, and fell asleep as soon as her head touched her pillow.
Rosalie's eyes opened and she inhaled a deep breath. Pleasure rushed through her veins and her breathing increased consistently. She tilted her chin downwards and noticed a bump beneath her blanket. If she were to guess correctly, the bump was probably Lee's head.
Her legs were spread apart, and stomach tightened as her hips rocked against Lee's face. Tension rushed to the center of her chest with the flick of Lee's tongue, and her bundle of nerves trembled violently.
"Darling..."
She gripped onto the bed sheet with one hand and removed the blanket off of Lee's head with the other.
Lee didn't stop licking her lover, she instead, wrapped her lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked, making a moan escape the younger woman's lips.
"Darling. Oh, my..."
Rosalie's eyes clenched shut and her mouth fell agape. She knew that she was about to cum. And as Lee ran the tips of her fingers along Rosalie's sides, her chest pushed up, and her nipples stood hardened under her thin tank top.
"Lee..."
Rosalie gripped onto her lover's short hair and pressed the woman firmer against her core.
It feels so good.
Rosalie's legs tightened around Lee's head. The brunette clamped her lips onto Rosalie's opening as she rode out her orgasm, the sticky juices covering her lips, and sliding into her mouth.
Satisfied, Lee trailed kisses from Rosalie's inner thighs and up her stomach, before resting her chin in between the beauty's breasts.
"You're so gorgeous, Rosalie Reid."
Rosalie took a few moments to catch her breath and wrapped her legs around Lee's torso.
"What time is it?"
She managed to ask through the heavy breathing, but was instead greeted with wet lips pressed against her own-her own juices smearing across her lips and soaking into her tongue.
Lee's nipples pressed against Rosalie's chest, and her smooth mound grazed against the young woman's delicate flesh.
"That feels so good."
Lee's lips brushed against Rosalie's jawline and beneath her ear. She sucked firmly, making sure to mark what was hers.
"I'll cum on you."
The brunette whispered as she continued to rock her hips against her lover-making friction with both of their bundles.
"Yes, cum on me."
Rosalie wrapped her hands around Lee's neck and pulled the woman into her-their foreheads touching.
"I'm so close. Tell me that you're close." Those raven curls bounced against the pillow as the rocking became more vigorous-both of their bodies sliding up and down. Lee raised Rosalie's tank top over her breasts and placed her hands over them-pinching both nipples in between her index and thumb. "You are going to cum with me." Rosalie sank her teeth into her bottom lip as their eyes fixated on each other's-brown eyes combining with grey. She could feel that her second orgasm was going to be an explosion. "Cum with me, sweetheart. Now!"
Lee's mouth hung ajar, and her top lip leaned against Rosalie's chin. Rosalie's hips were buckling-her orgasm proceeding without a warning.
Lee pressed her body weight onto her lover, and the orgasm blasted through her body with full force-squirming against Rosalie's trembling hips.
They laid in silence for a few minutes, to allow their breathing to even out and their strength to regenerate.
"I love you, darling."
Rosalie whispered as she brushed her fingertips against Lee's forehead.
"Hmm, I love you too, sweetheart."
"Can you tell me the time now?"
Lee rolled off, from on top of the younger woman, and onto her back. She grabbed her phone off of the nightstand and turned it on. Looking at the screen, her eyes blistered from the brightness.
"It's eight in the morning. Dammit, I hope Jenny took the apple tarts out of the oven."
"So you came back to bed just to bang me?"
Rosalie pulled her tank top down and sat up wondering where her panties were.
"Of course not, I came to check on you and then decided to wake you up the right way."
"You're naughty. But I love it."
Rosalie's core was sore, and her back was aching. She needed a hot bath, and maybe even a massage.
"Do you have time for a bath? We'll make it quick."
Lee smiled and took Rosalie's hand in hers.
"I'll always make time for you."
They both got up and headed to the bathroom. Rosalie removed her tank top, and Lee turned on the tap for the bathtub to fill. Both women stood naked, and their eyes roamed over each other's bodies-admiring the nudity.
"I'll probably be working on my new piece till nighttime."
"Not a problem, sweetheart. But first, join me in the tub."
"You're forgetting something."
"Am I?"
Lee placed one of her legs into the tub before looking back at Rosalie.
"Essential oil, darling." Rosalie shook her head with a smile on her face. She grabbed the lavender oil and poured a little into the water. "Now that's better."
Lee moved her other leg inside before sliding her body down to the surface.
"Come here."
Rosalie rested the bottle onto the shelf and slipped into the bath with her fiancée.
Lee placed her hands on Rosalie's shoulders and began to massage them.
"You always know what I need."
Rosalie hummed as she tilted her head to the side, Lee's hands working wonders on her tense muscles.
"Regina, you're the keeper of my heart."
Lee cringed as she moved her hands onto Rosalie's upper back and continued to press her thenars firmly against it.
"That's sweet, but mind not calling me by my first name? You know I hate it."
"But I love your first name, Regina."
"Fine. But only when we are alone. I don't need anyone else doing the same."
"Sure thing, Regina."
Lee narrowed her eyes and exhaled a loud breath.
"Your birthday is coming up. We can't spend time away, but as always, I'll make it special for you."
"You always do, Regina."
"Okay, you're teasing me now."
Lee brought her hands to Rosalie's front and pinched her nipples.
"I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, but I actually like that."
"Should've known you would." Lee placed a kiss on the back of Rosalie's ear and sighed. "You'll be twenty five." She whispered, feeling amazing that she snagged herself a young, beautiful bride.
"What are you thinking?"
Rosalie leaned her head back onto Lee's shoulder and tilted her chin upwards, so that she could look into her lover's eyes.
"Tell me why you want to marry me."
Lee said needing to hear the answer. She'd needed a lot of reassurance lately, and Rosalie was always happy to wipe away her unnecessary hesitations.
"I love you. And I only want you. So why shouldn't we get married?"
Rosalie knew that she was trying to convince herself as well. But she couldn't tell Lee that. She just never thought that she'd get married so soon-so young-actually ever, until she met Lee.
"Thank you. I love you too."
They enjoyed a few more minutes of relaxation, but Rosalie's head was fidgeting with anxiety. She was, indeed, afraid that it might be a mistake. She'd heard the tales of marriage ruining perfectly good relationships, but how? If you love someone and you're meant to be, marriage wasn't supposed to tamper with that. It just meant that the relationship wasn't compatible to begin with, and there are always signs. So, Rosalie allowed those negative thoughts to fade, and focused on the woman who she loved.