Rose and a Beauty

New Girl

Bella POV:

When we get home I smell Esme's wonderful cooking. I run into the kitchen, and sit down hurriedly. Ooh, Spicy Italian Crescent Ring, Baked Ziti, and Garlic Bruschetta. Yum. "Hey, Esme, sooo, is lunch ready... Or..." She laughs and slides an enormous plate of food piled high. "Thanks," I kiss her cheek and dig in with glee. Rosalie wraps her arms around me from behind, and kisses my neck tenderly. I moan as it hits my taste buds, so ooey gooey and cheesy. My eyes roll back in my head.

"Belsie, Belsie, Belsie," I hear Emmett's mocking voice, as he sits down beside me. "I have never heard you moan that loud. Rose ain't doing it right?" He raises his eyebrows, and a childish look appears on his boyish face. I choke on my food, and I feel Rosalie rub my back, and she growls fiercely, the sound obviously coming from deep in her gut.

"That is not true," I tell him. And I feel myself blushing, even though I physically can't. Rosalie pounces on my lap, and wraps her arms around my neck. I kiss her lovingly, one wrapped around her waist, the other in her golden wavy hair. I peck her lips once more, before using one hand, not the one wrapped around her waist, and eat my food. My mate pouts and kisses my neck, and then nips at my ear. I jump and moan, and she giggles. I hurry to finish my food, and carry her bridle style up to our room.

"Mia cara, il mio amore, la Mia vita e el Mia sposa. Hai tutto quello che mi serve tesoro," I whisper fervently in her ear. She whimpers in my ear, and arches her body into mine. "Il mio Rosale," I tell her. I can smell her arousal and I growl in pleasure. I slowly take off all over her clothes, kissing every inch of her body adoringly. My hands splayed all over her perfect body, and I kiss every invisible scar, wishing that they were never there. I feel my eyes start to glow a bright green-blue, my fangs drop, and my claws elongate. I turn my face, even after all these years, I don't like being this way, a hybrid freak, I spit in my own head.

"Hey, hey, hey, it is okay, I love you, it's okay baby. You won't hurt me, ever okay." I nod and kiss her belly button, and work my way down. Her unneeded breath becomes harsh. I love the taste of her, the feel of her. Her hands are tight in my hair, her voice getting an octave higher. Her body bending. I ebb and flow our love-making, causing her to be close to her climax only to snatch it away, and she growls and whimpers, tugging my hair, and scratching where she can reach. She finally crashes 15-20 minutes later, thrashing, moaning and yelling. The bed cracks as I go again. I rock our bodies together, my nails ripping the sheets, and I don't allow myself to bite her. My third time taking charge and she decides it is her turn with a feral snarl, and we finally stop 2 hours and 45 minutes later.

Rosalie curls into me, and I wrap my arms around her. There's debris, cotton, chunks of wood, and a vibrating. I don't know if the purring is coming from me or my wife. Tranquility is in the air around us, and I am running my fingers gently through her hair, and her fingers are caressing my abs, and I tremble every now and then and she laughs when my leg kicks. "Damn you, woman," I playfully growl, and she laughs.

30 minutes of laying here unperturbed, there's a knock on our door, and I growl, very unlike me, but I just want it to be me and my Rosale. I kiss her hair. "Yes," I yell.

"Alice needs us downstairs," Emmett yells, and "Edward too, so get your asses dressed." Rosalie hisses and growls, and I reluctantly get dressed and then dress mio cara. Rosalie hops on my back and we glide downstairs. Emmett is looking at us lasciviously, and he waggles his eyebrows, and Victoria slaps his head and he cringes. He mutters ouch, rubbing his stone cold tender head. I sit down and Rosalie sits on my lap.

"So, why are we here," Rose says candidly, almost curtly. I nip her neck and she laughs, and shies away. Carlisle coughs, while Esme looks amused as she shakes her head at us.

"Sorry," I cough awkwardly, and everyone smiles, Rosalie runs a hand through my hair and kisses my cheek. "So, are we going to get on with this family meeting?" Rose puts her head on my shoulder and tucks her head in my neck, and lays a hand across my abdomen.

"The new girl, Bree-" Alice starts, but my wife interrupts her.

"Why are we talking about that human?" Rose hisses, her tounge threateningly caressing the last word.

"Rose," Esme chides her, and Rosalie rolls her eyes, and lays back against me.

"Because, Rosalie, she is important to this family. Or at least she will be," our pixie sister cheers, practically vibrating with euphoria.

"How?" Esme query's.

"She'll be Edward's mate!"

"No, no way," Rosalie hisses.

"Bambina," I say to her in Italian.

"No," she growls. "Don't Bambina me, Bella. Not now," she hisses. I put a shield around us and get in her head, to try to get her to see it my way. I know it is low, but she needs to calm down. She gasps, and stands to her feet, then snarls, fury and hurt in her eyes. "How dare you," she jeers. I get up as she backs away. "Don't you dare,"

"Dolcezza-" I begin.

"I never thought you would even think of mind controlling me!" Rosalie yells in chagrin.

"I didn't -" I attempt.

"Yes, you did," Rosalie drills up the stairs, and I follow her.

"Mi dispiace l'amore,"

"Do not start," she snarls, as she heads to our bedroom. I dash in just in the nick of time, so she can't close the door.