Bella's Babe

63) Sunrise Eyes Part 3

AU/AH/OOC/

Bella/Rosalie pairing

Rating: M
Genre: Romance/ Femslash

A/N: I don't own anything you recognize, and Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight.

I stared after her in a daze, my traitorous body immediately reacting to her intense beauty, and before I could stop myself I asked, "Is she going on a date?"

Edward snorted from his place on the opposite couch before he replied, "I doubt it. She doesn't really date. Ever."

My head snapped over to look at him, my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open in shock. "What do you mean? I see her with that big guy all the time...the one with the dark, curly hair. Isn't she dating him?"

Something flashed in Edward's eyes but was gone before I could figure out what it was. "Who, Emmett?" he said casually, but I could sense some hidden emotion behind his words. "Nah, they're just really good friends."

"Really?" I said, still surprised by this new revelation. "But they're always hanging all over each other. I thought for sure they were a couple."

Edward just shrugged. "They're close, but not like that. I guess you could say they're not really each other's type," he finished cryptically.

I opened my mouth to ask what he meant by that, but just then Rosalie came striding out of her room, a short black jacket now covering her long, creamy arms and a small, blood-red purse slung over her shoulder. She glared daggers at us as she walked past us to the hallway, throwing a flippant "Fuck you," over her shoulder when Edward snidely wished her a good evening.

My heart was pounding disjointedly as I watched the door shut behind her, leaving Edward and me sitting in silence. Even with all her anger and malice toward me, I still wanted her as desperately as the very first time I saw her. She was like a drug to me...my own personal brand of heroin that I just couldn't give up, even though I knew indulging in it would only wound me deeper and deeper.

I finally tore my eyes away from the door and looked back to Edward, only to find him staring at me with wide eyes and a look of sudden comprehension on his face.

"What?" I said uncomfortably, fidgeting awkwardly under his gaze. The look he was giving me was a little to understanding for my liking, so I said the first thing that came to mind, trying to shift the focus away from myself. "Do you want to watch TV? What's good on a Friday night?"

Edward was having none of my evasiveness though, and he sat forward, looking directly into my eyes as he said, "Don't you ever get tired of pretending? I'm so tired of pretending."

I swallowed thickly, my mouth suddenly dry and sticky. "What do you mean?" I choked out.

He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair in annoyance, huffing and looking away from me as he said exasperatedly, "Stop it! You know what I mean! Why are we playing this game?"

I shook my head frantically, determined to keep the walls I had so painstakingly built around my heart from tumbling down around me. "No, I don't. What game?"

Edward's eyes snapped back to mine and he stood angrily from the couch across from me, striding quickly around the coffee table and plopping down beside me. I recoiled slightly from his sudden intensity, but before I could do anything else he grabbed the tops of my arms and looked deep into my eyes as he ground out, "This is what I mean," and then he pressed his lips roughly against mine.

I would be lying if I didn't admit to wondering once or twice what it would be like to kiss Edward, because he really was an exquisitely beautiful man - even I could appreciate that. So when his mouth met mine for the first time, I found myself truly paying attention to the experience. Not surprisingly, his lips were soft and warm, and his technique was gentle but firm. He brought a hand up to wrap around the back of my neck as his tongue peeked out to caress mine, and when I leaned in to kiss him deeper and explore his mouth with my own, I found his breath tasted of mint and cherries.