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"Look Rose!" Violet exclaimed, waving a hand through the air as vines grew up to frame the wives' window, not obstructing the view but enhancing it as what seemed like hundred of roses bloomed from the greenery.
Rosalie watched her wife with pride, the rising sun enhancing Violet's ever present look of pure ethereality. Blood still stained her lips from their hunt mere moments earlier as they were only just returning from their kind of breakfast as the rest of the coven held down the fort but the blood that dripped from her fangs only sent a shiver through Rosalie's body.
Her pretty bloodstained wife.
"Do you like it?" Violet asked as Rosalie stepped forward, resting her hands on Violet's hips and pulled her closer.
"I like you." Rosalie whispered, pressing a kiss to Violet's lips as the girl giggled.
"You're so sappy."
"Only for you." Rosalie said before reality sunk in. "Ugh we probably have to go soon don't we."
"Unless we want Alice to murder us." Violet said, wrapping her arms around the taller woman's neck. "She is very sure that Edward's little mate will be here any day now."
It had been two years since they had moved to Forks and not yet had this elusive mate made themselves known and Rosalie was growing tired of all the waiting. Particularly in that school of idiots. But she rarely complained, knowing how very much Violet enjoyed it.
Violet had not ever gone to high school, only having tutors while she trained to be a ballerina so while the other Cullen's had done this facade over a hundred times, Violet was experiencing it all for the very first time.
And Violet would never purposefully ruin something Violet loved.
"Hello lovebirds!" The voice of Emmet Cullen came from an open window above them. "Time for school."
"Why did we save him again?" Rosalie groaned, hiding her face in Violet's neck as her wife laughed.
"For entertainment."
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"You look so pretty." Violet whispered, looking over at Rosalie from beside her at the desk during a lull in their English class. They were studying Withering Heights, a novel Violet adored and so very quickly did her work (and then Rosalie's work as well as her wife copied her promptly).
"But not as pretty as you." Rosalie said with a small smile reserved just for Violet, tracing shapes on her thigh while teasing the edge of her skirt. Violet rolled her eyes at her and Rosalie began to speak again. "But what makes you say that."
"Can't I say my wife is pretty?" Violet asked, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she faced the blonde. "But I am also feeling particularly happy today."
"You're happy all the time."
"And you're grumpy all the time." Violet countered, a smile on her face. "Even in my very favourite class."
"You only enjoy it because we're doing a romance book, love." Rosalie said softly, her thumb teasing her thigh. "You're weak for Cathy and Heathcliff."
"And you're weak for me." Violet said raising a brow at her. "'Whatever souls are made of, her's and mine are the same.'"
