Bella's Babe

67) Your my Love

This is a Rosalie/ Esme fic, with mentions of Emmett/ Jacob and Edward/Carlisle as well.

Rated M
AU/OOC

Esme sat at the dining room table arranging flowers. It was very peaceful in the house; which was a change. Alice and Bella were taking Nessie to visit Rene in Florida. The boys were going to a Seattle Seahawks home game and were getting a pre-game hunting trip in before the were surrounded by mobs of hot blooded fans. Even Jacob had gone along. Esme enjoyed the time to herself, but she missed the noise of her family. Usually Emmett and Jacob would be chasing Jasper around the house; Jasper yelling out dated insults, while Edward quietly decided his night was better spent with his wife and daughter and slipped out the living room window. And Alice would be climbing around the house looking for random objects. Esme smiled as she reminisced about the time Emmett and Jacob had "wrestled" in the kitchen and she had come home to find the china cabinet toppled over and everything smeared with strawberry syrup and whipped cream. "So much good china gone to waste." Esme whispered to herself.

Satisfied with her flower arrangement, Esme pushed it to the middle of the seldom used table and went to the sink to wash her pruning sheers. As Esme continued cleaning up, Rosalie walked into the room and sat down at the now clean kitchen table. Esme looked up from her cleaning and smiled. Despite Rosalie's some-what selfish attitude, Esme had always felt a special connection with the beautiful girl.

Even though Esme would never dare to explore her feelings for Rosalie, one because of her marriage to Carlisle and two because she treasure the companionship of the girl; but that did not mean that in a over seventy years of knowing the snowy princess she had not thought about it.

Rosalie's voice cut into thoughts, "Esme, do you love me?"

The question surprised her, "What? Of course I love you."

"So you would do anything for me?" Rosalie asked as she removed a daisy from Esme's bouquet.

"Well, yes, I suppose I would do anything for you, if you were really in need." Esme answered as came over to sit in the chair next to Rosalie. "Is something the matter dear?"

"Oh, nothing really. It's just that Emmett is spending all of his time with Jacob now and even though I should feel jealous I don't really care. You could say my attention has suddenly turned to someone else." Rosalie replied, her eyes meeting Esme's in a look that sent shivers down Esme's spine.

"Do you not love him anymore?"

" You mean Emmett? Oh no, I do. I think I will love him forever. But the spark is gone. I just don't want to sleep with him anymore. There's no passion, no passion for him that is. " Rosalie explained as she twirled the daisy between her manicured finger tips.

Rosalie's answers puzzled Esme. "Hm, well what do you have passion for?"

A sly, mischievous smile slide its way across Rosalie's pale pink lips as she began plucking the petals slowly off the flower in her hand. " Well it's not a what. It's a who." Rosalie stated as one of the pure white petals fell slowly onto the cherry wood table.

"Oh, is there a boy at school you like?" Esme asked as she swept the fallen petals into her palm and carried them to the trash car.

"Esme, I want you to sleep with me." Rosalie stated, without any hesitation in her voice.

Despite her supernatural grace, Esme nearly fell after Rosalie's request and had to grab the granite countertop to keep herself on her feet. A large crack slit through the stone from her grip. "What!?"

Rosalie looked Esme in the eyes, "I want you to sleep with me."

"But... but why?" Esme questioned in disbelief.