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Four years ago, if you asked Bella if she’d be in a cozy apartment with her girlfriend, attending a university nearby, and feeling happy for herself, she’d look at you with a scowl (disgust for interrupting her loner vibe) and correct ‘girlfriend’ with ‘boyfriend’.
If you’d asked three years ago, she’d turn away and mumble something ominous that hinted at her desire for immortality (something like: “I don’t need it”), and oh yeah- ‘ boyfriend ’. If you said this a year ago, she’d gape and say, “I’m not turned yet!?” While drowning in neglected college responsibilities, however, she’d be more inclined to the ‘girlfriend’ part.
If you asked her six months ago, she would smile because that would be correct, she’d wonder if another foresighted person was walking on this earth as if one wasn’t enough.
Now, if you told any Bella before the age of twenty that she dipped her toes in the world of sex, well…
She’d blush brighter than a tomato, and steam would come out of her ears like Thomas the Train after she’d scream your ear off for being a pervert.
If you told her it’d be with Mary Alice Brandon Cullen?
Oh boy. God knows if she’d react in a sane and appropriate manner.
If you said Alice was a bottom ? A passionate, avid, willing, perfect bottom?
Heart attack. Straight-up cardiac arrest. The image alone would and she would go into shock (and they almost did the first time they ended up in this position)
Her and Alice? Her? Her with the words and demands? Her? Lord Bella couldn’t even stand straight without losing their footing.
Let’s start from its very crux.
Human and Vampire.
That alone should be enough to explain it all. The fragility of a human who could die from a simple cold that could develop into a deadly pneumonia. Human bodies constantly betray them from a crick in the neck, chronic pain, autoimmune disorders, cancer, phobias, and freaking asthma. If it weren’t the human body's constant state of slowly falling into death, then they’d die from other factors: a choice or no choice at all.
Bella has thoughts about suicide, in all its implications. When she was at her worst, holding another knife to cook for Charlie was auditing. It was just so easy to slide the thin silver metal down her wrist and-
She’s also thought about car accidents. How can a drunk driver and a distracted teen on a normal Tuesday simultaneously tilt the earth on its axis and be as special as the atoms of dust on your counter?
To mean everything and to mean nothing at the same time. That’s how Bella views humans.
To be anything. A vampire, that’s how Bella defines it.
Vampire. The opposite side of the coin. Perfect, invulnerable. Strong and powerful. A knife across the wrist would do nothing more than cause sparks to fly in the air, which would do more harm to the knife than the perfectly pale skin. Diseases other than the virus that courses through their body cannot affect a walking corpse, not in its dreams. Grace and beauty come easily. Those words are personified by them, the want of nature.
But like humans, they also contradict themselves. Slaves to their blood, thrust that they must fight every day. To be apex predators, but to truly live, they must chain themselves down and sedate themselves to feel. Their bodies don’t betray them. Not really. It was their minds. Every day was a battle of addiction. Forever. And ever. And ever. Bella thought of it like the venom that runs through their dead veins. It rots and poisons unless diluted with a regular dose of blood, which keeps the body functioning. Their thoughts, like the venom, slowly poison them.
If left unattended.
Humans are the gum under vampires’ shoes. They are the food of the sharp teeth of the predators—vampires control, the sway, the influence, the authority, the fear.
Yet, if you play your cards right…
1.
The room was small yet fitted. It was dotted with bookshelves never left unattended, posters referencing movies from the fifties to the two thousand placed strategically over the room, figurines of all media placed on the top of said bookshelves, which youthened the mature atmosphere of the room, a wall dedicated to the art of a skilled and talented individual, and a yellow lamp on the study desk that warmed the room with its embrace.
Small in nature, yes, but it encompassed the personality of both of them. Integrated in a way you couldn’t deny that it was theirs . They lived here, together.
The leather strap in her right hand was wrapped around her palm absently. She scanned the words of the last paragraph while finding solace in the smooth texture.
She needed utter silence when she got into the zone. A loud endorsement was tolerated (tolerance she gained from a never-sleeping-hyper girlfriend), but silence was preferred.
Bella spun the mechanical pencil on the tip of her finger. It fell from her finger as expectedly, and in slow motion, it tolled under the desk, beneath her feet. Bella pushed away the essay and used her toes to move away with the rolling chair. The action exposed her bare legs to the warm AC, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. Despite the enclosed space of the desk, most of her legs felt chilly.
She peeked under, pointing at the brown pencil that landed on the end of her pale, unblemished knees. "Alice, can you please get my pencil for me?" She says casually, but in actuality, it's anything but.
Her traitorous heart quickened at the sight. The rhythm made hungry onyx eyes peak under dark lashes (before they hurriedly fell to the floor at Bella's glare). Alice's whole body was vibrating . The wild energy was forced into a tightly compacted vessel, and Bella could tell it was killing Alice not to implode. The scents, the juices, and the tight space might've been too much.
...Nah. What would be a trial without a challenge?
Bella took the chance to catalog the mess of her girlfriend. She wore only black shorts with white lining and a thin blue spaghetti tank top that hugged her curves. In a kneeling position, her body was unmoving (quite frankly, unbreathing). Her organized spiked hair lay flatter today. Not pin straight, but dampened by moist air and the arousal floating in the air. Instead, her hair fell messily down her neck and over her eyes. Her expression was stoic, but Bella had a feeling Alice was physically able to blush and shed red all over.
On a slim pale neck, there was a baby blue collar that was fastened tightly. Bella ran her eyes over the image appreciatively, forcing herself to keep her expression casually stern. The ink-black hair falling over, the eyes, the silence, the teeth, and the intensity . It reminded Bella of a wreck you couldn't tear your eyes away from. God was Alice a wreck .
Wordlessly, dainty fingers clutched the tool and placed it gently into Bella's waiting hands. With a spark of heat in her stomach, Bella feels a fresh wave of heat pool between her bare legs. Alice goes deathly still, Bella notes with some sick sense of satisfaction.
"Good boy."
Sharp teeth bit into perfect lips to suppress a groan or growl or purr, whatever noise forced itself from Alice's chest whenever she was praised this way. Somehow, those dark eyes get even darker, smoldering Bella in their intensity, and she has to force her brown eyes away before she drowns.
(If you told her Alice liked being called a good boy ?
Fuck .)
Alice nodded. Nothing more, nothing less. Just nodded.
It was completely different from when she topped. When she did, it was like her mouth took on the soul of a common street whore. Bella had never heard so much filth bundled in a ray of deceiving sunshine until she met Alice.
In moments like these, Alice's words were ripped away from her, replaced with instinctual grunts and groans, reduced to nothing more than an animal when the ‘monster’ in her took over, only capable of growling and producing feral noises and demands. Alice had said it was like taking a cheesy pizza and instead of slicing it with a knife into even pieces, you ripped the damned thing with your bare hands. Doing so, leaving each side dripping and spilling into one another. It wasn't a clean cut for who or what was what, but the separating was messy enough to leave each side with rugged edges.
Bella didn’t think so: in her mind, the 'beast' and Alice were essentially the same person. She used her own odd metaphor to make her point. Two drinks mixed into a bowl and swirled until their properties molded into one another to become a new concoction. Like a sweet, refreshing chaser and a bitter, harsh shot of vodka. Honestly, the only thing separating these two on a good day was a thin sheet of bullshit called denial. In her mind, no matter what the vampires told her about how they lost control of their bodies and how their minds were split into two, Bella couldn't see it that way. Sure, in some way, they were separate, instincts and intellects don't always agree, but they shared the same body and wanted the same thing.
Her, Iseballa Swan, if that wasn't clear enough.
One side just needed....taming.
So, despite her previous statement, she enjoyed the liberty of taming the vampire side.
Because really, she was making all of Alice her bitch.
(In less crass terms, she wanted to make all of Alice hers. The bad, the good, the tame and the wild, the clean and the dirty.
You know, people have told Bella she has no self-preservation. She disagrees, she's just on a different wavelength.)
She pushes the chair back and resumes writing. She ignores the whimpers from under the chair. It was pathetic, really.
Hm. Okay, maybe that was a bit too harsh. Sitting unevenly on your girlfriend's legs doing nothing for hours on end, could get to you. Maybe she should...
Bella ended a sentence with a period whilst her legs moved over firm, icy shoulders. To the best of her abilities, her heel dug into the statue's skin, and she forced Alice forward with a tug on her leash. Like always, Alice went with the motion, practically throwing herself into it. She landed between the thick of Bella's thighs. Her cold breath over Bella’s heat, the spark of excitement spreading into her veins deliciously. Bella keened at the lack of protest: no grunts or desperate growl, just compliant submissiveness. Alice’s frustration and urges were being contained and directed to a tight squeeze of her invulnerable thighs.
Control. Alice was controlling it. Bella was so proud of her.
(Herself too, the delicate feeling of superiority and authority flicked its sly tail and flashed across her face at the compliance.)
She pushed away slightly to get a better look. Alice followed the leash pull like an obedient dog. Bella bit her lip at the sight of messy black hair over her thighs. She couldn’t help but gently put down her pencil on her desk and slide her hand into the ocean of black. Alice craned her neck upward, peaking past Bella’s arm. The feminine curve of her throat fought against the abrasive leather. Glossy ruby lips part slightly, revealing bright, dangerous teeth, and a peak popsicle tongue.
Bella bit her cheek and tried not to groan. Alice was destruction in itself, in the best way possible. The insides of her cunt clenched on nothing, it was a secret game of sweet delicious pain she played with herself whenever they did this.
“You’ve done so well, sweetie. An hour near your 'greatest most addicting desire' and you didn't snap. I told you wouldn't, yet you doubted both of us. You're stronger than you think.” Her thumb slides against the cold marble skin. Alice's eyes never leave hers as ruby lips brush against her warm palm.
Bella smiled. "Of course, you remember your reward, wouldn't you?"
“…Please,” Alice whispered, her husky voice replacing the usual wind chimes. Bella bit the inside of her cheek. She shivered, god just god . So freaking cute and sexy.
A little before, during, and a little after, Alice's voice inhabited the tiniest southern tang. It didn't seem like she was aware of it, a deep subconscious reaction maybe, but Bella's ears honed in on the dialect with breakneck speed. She had almost given herself whiplash the first time they played this game.
It was the strongest when Alice was subdued in some way, big or small. Not like they did anything outlandish, but something as simple as a ribbon to the wrist always brought out the slur of her words and drawl of her vowels. Alice didn’t have an accent as far as she was concerned. Bella, of course, had gotten curious about the reaction and did her own little research project.
That didn't last long, however, when she connected Alice's faded origins to the situation. It didn't take a genius to put the two and two together to see that bondage unmasked the tip of the iceberg.
Suffice it to say, Bella didn't reveal her findings, nor did she mention the accent.
She dug her heels into the icy shoulder blades, Alice yielded to the push and brought herself closer, inches away from the threat to her life. Bella watched in evil stratification as a perfected eyebrow twitched in anticipation, A small crack in the thin layer of unmoving stone. From this angle, Bella could see the tendons and muscles flying across Alice's forearms as she worked her energy into her knees. Better than destroying the flooring (again)
"You can do better than that, can you, sweetie?" Bella goads because she lacks self-preservation. Alice's dark eyes twitched again. There's a flash of murderous rage in her eyes that Bella just now is the vampire's side of her growling at a puny human demanding from an almighty being. Quite frankly Bella couldn't give a shit. That spark dies just as quickly, instead, Alice's cold tongue peeks to drag itself across Bella's sweaty palm. Alice moans just from the taste of it (so disgustingly easy to rile up a vampire, isn't it?) and takes the tip of Bella's thumb into the tip of her mouth, giving Bella the grace of grazing those fatal teeth with her puny human hands.
If Alice were able to cry, then there would be tears falling from her cheeks. Rather, Bella was given the image of unshed tears that looked at her, a weak human, so desperately for substance.
"...Please."
Again, Alice was the best wreck to ever grace your eyes.
The gush of wetness that flows from between her legs catches Alice's attention, or one sound before her eyes are back on Bella's. The swallow of Alice's throat, the way the venom/saliva lumped through the skin and moved down, bulging against the collar for the briefest second—all of it did Bella in.
"Oh, yes. Whatever my good boy wants." She yielded too quickly. The green light sends Alice between her legs. Small hands clutch Bella's scarred knees and throw them open with enough force to cause a sharp pain of protest.
Bella catches the motion at the last second by desperately yanking Alice by the hair, which makes Alice jerk to a pause, blunting the promise of actual damage. Her hips throb at the sudden movement.
" Gentle . Control yourself." She scolds the vampire like a dog, hissing the warning between her teeth. That gets her an apologetic look and a kiss on her thigh. Bella scowled, finding herself relaxing despite the ache in her hip. God damn it, Alice was cute, even if she almost sent Bella to early retirement.
She tilted her neck up before she could get hypnotized and guided Alice slowly to the epicenter of Bella’s heat with her hair. The ceiling grounded her from the black vortex that was kneeling before her.
" Slowly , or I'll leave you tied up to a vibrator while I sleep. No one wants that, right?"
There was a whine of compliance and apology before Bella got what she wanted. A cold tongue slid across the entirety of her slit, forcing Bella to let out a sigh of satisfaction. She tugged at black strands in appreciation. Alice doubles the pressure, gaining confidence at the green light. The collar digs into the fat of Bella's thighs, but the small discomfort adds to the overall experience.
It's funny how quickly Alice became a pro at eating out. Her very first attempt almost had Bella losing a very important piece of her due to those sharp teeth- she hadn’t let Alice's mouth near her for two months after that.
(Alice had complained loudly the whole time, but she almost carried Bella booty-naked to Charlie if Bella hadn’t threatened to get rid of sex altogether while desperately gripping the door frame of the bedroom, blood dripping down her thighs. After things healed, Alice was hesitant to even out her mouth down there until Bella begged her throat hoarse and threatened punishment.)
The cold tongue slithers inside Bella, just how she likes it. Bella bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. , arching her at the pleasure that came in hand with being filled.
She groans. Bella felt cold hands slither up and down warm thighs whilst Alice hummed at the praise. Usually, she would snap and force Alice's hands to her sides, but she also loved granting Alice the pleasure of touching her warmth.
The silky, cold tongue buried itself deep into Bella. She keened at the feeling, pushing against Alice's hair to force the rhythm she wanted at the moment. At this moment, Alice was nothing more than a tool, nothing more than a toy for Bella’s pleasure. God, how she loves vampire anatomy. Everything is fine and dainty on the outside, but on the inside was a freak show- including a freakishly long tongue.
Fuck.
She looked down, a wicked smirk that cut through her flustered face, "You're a good boy, aren't you, Alice? I knew you were an eater. Vampire or not you love eating cunt, don't you. You just can't control yourself, can you?" Frankly, she should pat herself on the back for being able to keep her speech stable; it has been a long journey of practicing.
Alice's legs were spread apart from her effort and hopelessly grinding against the empty, "Like a bitch in heat." The words make Alice's hip stutter pathetically.
From experience, Bella could tell that the shorts were flooded through, and Alice's juices were running down her knees and trickling to the floor. More excitable than average. More slutty. More desperate. Bella could almost taste Alice's pheromones in the air, sometimes she overlooked that being a vampire comes hand-in-hand with being a form of succubus. She feels her body respond to the scent of jasmine and vanilla, producing more slickness that Alice greedily devours like a woman on being served her last meal.
She could not help but think that Alice was-
"No better than a dog." Bella laughed, eyes rolling back when the tongue inside her vibrated. Alice was purring . She was purring at being degraded . What more can a person want? Praise and degradation? Like a lightbulb shining in her head, she remembered the leash in her hand she bought as a gag gift but somehow ended up as a staple in their routine.
"No wonder you were so adamant to integrate the collar, you wanted to be my bitch, didn't you? That's perfect because I've been wanting to have all parts of you under my thumb" Alice glanced up through her lash whilst fucking her with her tongue. The small nod in her head had Bella's eyes fluttering with pleasure. When Bella finished with her share, she’ll screw Alice through the future till she comes full circle back to Bella'sfinegrs.
She shouldn't watch Alice, it was too dangerous, so easy to let loose when you're watching perfection come apart. But no matter what, she can't tear her eyes away from that smoldering gaze.
Bella's thighs twitched uselessly at the assault. Alice's wide eyes slowly slid into the unplanned seductive look of contentment that Bella wanted to kill her for (for being too alluring without even trying) before they shut as she lost herself in her awarded feast. Bella's been raised on the idea of saving the best part for last, and she always tried to make sure she saved the eating for the grand finale since it was Alice's favorite part.
Alice's tongue swirled, tasting every flavor and going over every bump of Bella's.
Bella loved how it felt like fucking herself with a cognizant popsicle- not to sound like a freak or anything. Before meeting the Cullens, she wouldn't have thought of herself as being into temperature play, but alas, many things have changed since then.
Alice pressed hard at the soft sponge that had Bella crying out her name like a prayer. Another thing to be thankful for was the anatomy of the tongue: it was agile at first, but as you delve deeper, the muscle becomes thick. With Alice's desire to satisfy Bella in all the ways possible, she drilled that fat piece of muscle into Bella, feeling her, fucking her deep as possible.
If you told Bella she'd have a vampire at her beck and call, willingly , she would laugh in your face. It sounded like a poorly written erotica made by a hormonal thirteen-year-old. But if this were to be her life, she wouldn't complain.
Bella moaned. It won't be long, she could feel herself teetering toward the edge. She just needed that extra push. That human emotional reassurance that clung to Bella like a leech, a problem Alice was always willing to peel away, replacing the leech with her cold, burning mouth and heated words.
She swallowed the spit that tried to dribble past her lips; the words she tried to articulate kept failing her before she could even get them past her mouth. Another jolt had her spine arching, and a cry was forced out of her throat. Maybe Alice was getting a bit too good at this. She'd have to cut this back, for both their sakes or Bella would have Alice between her legs twenty-four-seven.
"God, you're so beautiful, so loyal. You're such a good boy to me. You'll always listen to me? You'll never leave me? Through thick and thin?" She babbled, scrunching her eyes when the pleasure reached a new level of peak. This was insane. How could someone get so high without stumbling?
She just needed another push. That humane push.
Almost as if she read her mind, Alice yields with one hand that was caressing that soothing patterned motion to tangle it with Bella's own in her raven hair. Alice drew away from her tongue fucking, but not without letting her other hand begin to circulate along Bella's sensitive clit. Fast, circular, and rough, just how Bella liked it. Gently, Alice prodded away warm fingers from those messy locks and entangled their hands. Bella's warm, fair, larger, slim hand, flushed against Alice, freezing, ashen, smaller, delicate hand that held hidden strength. Alice gave a reassuring squeeze, moving their hands away and down so Bella would have a great angle of those onyx eyes analyzing her with no way of escape. They were black as a void, yet warmer than they were minutes ago. Something told Bella she was getting a delightful concoction of both Alice and tonight.
"Always."
Just like that, Bella was gone.
It seemed like the vampire had the human under her thumb as well.
2.
" Belllllllaaaaaaaaaaa." The girl hardly flinched at the whine as her fingers worked separately to slice the bell peppers. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away.
"Bellllaaaaaaaaa-'
"Oh my god, what?!" Bella snapped, twirling her body to give Alice wide eyes that brimmed with annoyance. The anguishing cries cut off, and Alice, who was dramatically draped over the island, straightened into a snazzy pose: ‘Paint me like one of your French girls’
Alice’s pretty face broke its stony facade to reveal a growing mischievous, toothy smirk, eyes crinkling in slyness.
“Hi.”
Bella couldn’t help but sniff her nose at the cocky gesture. “Alice, I’m cooking dinner. You gotta wait.” She said, turning to resume her task.
“But I haven’t seen you all week!” Lies. Alice has seen her the entire week. Well, it's not a whole lie; they only interacted when Bella was clocked out from midterms. Given that Alice doesn't sleep, that must have been disheartening.
She grabs the sesame oil and pours it into the pan.
“I mean, with that logic, you’re strong enough to last another hour.” She tosses the sliced ingredients into hot oil, a soft satisfaction watching over her when the peppers sizzle. There’s comfort in cooking; once she ignores the obligation of it, the thought of creation and nurturing (even for herself) is calming.
The onions are next to be added to the pan, but with a shriek, Bella drops them on the counter when hands slither around her waist and a cold body presses against her back.
“But Bellaaaaa.” Her face scrunches, Alice presses her face at Bella's nape and rubs her cool cheek unhurriedly like an animal scenting (Alice wouldn't like the comparison at all).
Bella chews her lips, feeling no amount of sympathy when her onion hands grab onto Alice's forearms. She futilely tries to wiggle out of the grip; to be fair, there is no real effort.
"Ah ah, no. Alice, wait on the couch. I get that human food is dirt, but I gotta eat dirt to...you know...live . "
"But-"
Bella peeks over her shoulder with a glare.
She points at the couch, "Go."
Alice pouts, tucking her chin in the crux of Bella's neck. Her amber eyes go wide, glossy with unshed tears. The hands around Bella's waist tighten like Alice is afraid that if she lets go, Bella will disintegrate in the air. "...But I miss you."
The words come out small and extremely pitiful. Bella snags in its cavity. Immediately, her glare softens as she examines the loud yearning for her girlfriend. God damn it, didn't Alice know how to pull on her heartstrings. Silly vampire, doesn't she know Bella is always meant to be by her side? Even if it took hours, days, or years. Even if it took being buried six feet under, forever integrated into the earth, or roaming its soils for eternity, Bella would always find a way to be near Alice.
She bit her lip, the finger pointing towards the couch wrapped awkwardly around Alice's back. She clenched the enormous beige sweater Alice stole from her closet that swallowed her frame and those illegally short shorts (damn, Bella should've caught the signs earlier..) Alice in her clothes? Criminal. She leaned her head so she could whisper in Alice's sensitive ears.
Her voice is hot against the pale skin, "Don't you wanna be good for me?"
The space behind her is empty in a jiffy.
Bella stumbles backward awkwardly, and there is a whiplash from the sudden change. She scans the kitchen, but Alice is nowhere to be found. Her eyes travel further down the apartment- she blinks.
There's ebony hair peaking above the couch. Alice was posing in the same format as those disinclined kids in strict religious schools, the only difference was the way her shoulders shrugged to her ears. Bella could only see her back from this angle, but there was an unmistakable scent of jasmine and vanilla in the air.
Her jaw drops- just a little. She didn't expect that to be so effective.
"Not a word." Those words were hissed from the rigid statue.
Oh no, Bella wasn't going to let this go so easily. You would think Alice would’ve saw that coming...or shit, maybe she did! Wouldn't be the first time Alice had sneakily cheated into sex.
Her muscles pull up at her lips. She leans on the counter, voice taunting. "God, if I had known it'd- Youch!"
Bella yanks her hand away from the cutting board, the motion throws the knife to the floor. She winced at the wound and the deafening clatter of metal meeting tile. There was an awkward slash on her palm, already burning from the remaining spice on the knife, and you know- the pain that comes from slicing yourself open.
Great, a suave move turned into a klutzy accident. Classic Bella.
She turns off the stove and thinks about where she last put the first aid kit.
There's a baritone growl that slices through her thoughts.
Bella would slap herself if her mind wasn’t screaming: ‘NO SUDDEN MOVEMENT’
Her girlfriend is a vampire, and Bella is a bleeding human.
(She really needs to be more careful.)
Her eyes stare at black irises, the amber nothing but a memory. Where Alice was obedient and stiff as a rod, she was now crouching on top of the couch, eyes locked on Bella’s bleeding hand.
Damn, when was the last time Aluice hunted? Not that Bella didn't trust a 109-year-old vampire to practice self-care, but you know... potential death here. Bella keeps track, okay? No shame in that.
Bella's brow twitched at the sound of fabric tearing when Alice dug her claws into the material.
God damn it they just got that couch.
Okay- no, focus.
"Alice," Bella says, slowly walking towards the sink. She drags her free hand below the wound to catch stray drops and tries not to wince at the predatory eyes locked on the red. Alice doesn't even blink at her name.
Bella ground on her teeth; she truly does not want to die on a random weekend. A little preparation would've been nice. The faucet feels cool on her heated skin. Bella keeps her eyes on the tense figure watching her movements.
The rush of water seems to knock Alice out of her stupor because her deep eyes turn the insanity of Bella's hand to her eyes. Bella flinches at the sudden eye contact, feeling her body flush at the attention. She wills her heart to slow its tempo; she couldn’t tell if it was from fear or arousal, but it needed to stop.
Despite the intensity, Bella doesn't back down from the stare. There was thick tension in the air, not from danger, but Bella suspected it was daring, unspoken. She doesn't know what the dare is exactly, but... quite frankly, people say Bella has no self-preservation.
No matter.
The sink hums, and the dishes clatter. Bella takes a shaky breath and throws her hand under the freezing water. A body slams into her before any good cleaning can be done. The air is forced out of her lungs as she’s slammed onto the other side of the counter (small mercies, no pepper up her behind tonight), her upper body hits the brown cabinets, but oddly enough, her head is caught by a strong hand.
Bella blinks the vertigo from her vision. Somehow, she ended up on top of the counter. She hates it when the Cullens do that.
There’s a familiar icy comfort on her torso. She looks down to see that Alice has forced herself between Bella's legs. Bella swallowed down a hive of nerves at the sight. Was this Alice anymore? Should she still refer to this person as Alice? Alice never saw this piece of herself as something in tandem, but instead as a separate entity forced to share the same vessel. Maybe in Alice's head, she refers to this part of herself as 'the beast' or 'the monster', but to Bella...well, this was just everything. So maybe she shouldn't stray from that logic and still call Alice by her name.
"Alice," Bella warns lowly, the name flows out of her tongue like it should. Regardless of how Bella feels about the name, Alice dismisses her warning. An almost inaudible purr vibrates from Alice's chest, jasmine, and vanilla filling Bella up like an empty vase.
She jerks when the hand behind her head descends to wrap its powerful grip around her injured hand. Bella watched fascinated as Alice lifted the appendage near her mouth, smoldering, and her eyes watching back.
In some ways, Bella hated Alice's eyes, not 'cause they were ugly, no, because they were captivating: catty yet big, immature yet wise, naive yet seductive.
All the time, every day, Bella finds herself enraptured in its gaze, always grateful she was the apple of Alice's eye. Sometimes she lived the bright ambered openness in them, Bella felt as if she sipped lemonade on a hot day. Other times, she felt like the dark predatory black had drizzled red wine down her throat and licked the remains from her lips.
All the time, she loved Alice.
Today, however, in this way, she hated Alice's eyes because they trapped her motions, making her body heat up in a way Bella was surprised steam didn't erupt between the two of them.
Common sense? Who's she?
In slow motion, plump lips parted, and a pink tongue peeked and oh-so slowly made its way to the oxidizing blood on Bella's wrist.
As much as Bella desired to be devoured, Alice would never forgive herself if she had human blood.
So she did something ridiculous. With her free arm, without, mind you, brewing on the thought, she grappled Alice by the neck, who is, mind you, an immortal, indestructible vampire.
Gripping tight enough—her veins bulged from her delicate skin—she yanked Alice's hand away. Surprisingly, she regained it without much of a fight, just an irate growl that wasn't associated with a lethal blow to the head. Bella gave herself a win there.
Bella leaned forward, tugging Alice close enough that her brown eyes were eye to eye with the 'beast'.
"Didn't I tell you to stay?"
She wasn't only talking to the refined Alice when she commanded her to stay.
She was talking to all of her.
(She wanted to own. Every. Part.)
Alice snarled, a symmetric row of deadly teeth bared at her human lover. Bella took the time to appreciate the sharp ends of the canine before her eyes went back to the brat. Rabid or not, a brat is still a brat.
Balla casually slid off the counter, and Alice wordlessly made space. "Cute. Now I don't remember ever telling you you could move."
Another step forward, one step back.
"Or that you could hiss at me."
Forward. Back.
"Or that you could manhandle me just because you can."
Foward. Back.
"Or that you're the one calling the shots tonight."
Forward. Back. Alice was pressed against their island, leaning backward with nowhere else to go once Bella made herself comfortable in the other's personal space. Bella inhaled the intoxicating pheromones in the air. She could already feel the effect wash over. She accepted it with open arms.
Bella went to relax her grip on Alice's neck when an arm gripped her wrist again. For a moment, Bella feared another fight, but without breaking the intense stare, Alice reinforced Bella's grip on her throat.
Bella gulped; she felt like she was drowning.
Okay, noted.
Bella leaned down, keeping her soiled hand behind her back, whispering hotly in Alice's ear. She let her lips brush against the smooth skin, realizing the way it chilled her lips.
"Go to the room and get prepared."
Alice flinched, yet pointedly did not move.
"Move. There's no reason for you to act like a brat. I don't care how thirsty you are or how much you lust for my blood, you listen to me." Bella leaned toward her ear.
"That's what good boys do, right?"
For the final kicker.
"Don't you want to be my good boy?"
A tense moment. For a second, she feared she'd lose her head after purposefully challenging a prideful predator. Bella could see something click into those empty eyes before the space before her was empty. Bella yelped whilst her body sprawled on the chilly island, a remnant of Alice's (lack thereof) body heat.
She hated it when the Cullens did that.
Very quickly, she washed and dressed her hands, years of experience making her a pro.
After tightening the dressing for the last time, Bella rose to the bedroom. Upon opening the door, she noticed Alice was crouching on the bed like a freaking animal. God damn it, the nails— the mattress—
Immediately, Alice found her form, a quiet growl in her throat. Bella could tell it was playful but also laced with a challenge.
Bella snorted. Yeah, fuck no, one too many fights for dominance today.
"Quit it." She said before looking through their drawers without a second glance. She could hear the offended whine in the background, yet couldn't care less to pay attention.
No.
No.
No.
No.
A surprised moan in the background.
Bella smiled, "There it is." She lifted a silky ribbon.
Now what to do...what to do...
(She could tell her indecision made Alice squirm. The best part about the foreplay was purposefully being indecisive or spontaneous. Of course, Alice could suppress her vision, but Bella liked the challenge.)
Tie her hands together, maybe?
There was a snort when her mind landed on the possibility.
Of course, Alice doesn't understand that it's about the principle. Even with her mouth mentally suppressed, she still finds ways to be sassy.
Bella scowled, stretching the ribbon as she made her way to the bedroom. " Now I know this won't do jack shit smartass, but here's a thought." Alice gazed up from her impossibly complex eyes. How about in her mouth? Legs? Maybe used the ribbon on herself? Or maybe—
"Your way of thinking—"
Bella wrapped the ribbon around Alice's neck, crossing the sides with a strong pull, and tugged Alice upwards. Alice stumbled with the movement, her natural grace being her saving factor from falling off the bed. Bella smirked at the surprised squeal, so cute. She was surprised. She was winging it to be truthful.
"— is why you're on the bottom tonight. "Now pick one: strap on or my fingers to choke on."
The 'beast hadn't expected this. They expected a pitiful human who was desperate to be fucked. But that's not how Bella rolled.
Alice bit on her lips, sucking the delicious flesh under her sexy canines. Oh, she looked hungry.
Her eyes glanced over Bella's shoulder.
"Your dick...Your..." Just like that, she was gone again to an animalistic neediness. Ha, there goes their 'devour the human' fantasy. Bella ignored the way Alice squirmed against her frame (sexy sexy sexy-) and tugged them closer.
"That's right, of course, you'd choose to suck on my dick." Bella walked back to the drawer, mindlessly tugging on the ribbon for Alice to follow along. There was a commotion in the back as Alice scrambled to follow. Bella's attention was focused on scouring for the toys.
A hiss in the background, offended at the comment. Bella rolled her eyes before hitting something hard and long.
Ah, there it is. Using her injured hand, she grasped the strap and dildo to the best of her abilities. She tucked it under her armpit before hauling Alice back to bed. She sat at the end of the bed, ignoring Alice on her knees, watching impotently. Bella could've sworn she could see Alice vibrating in place.
Putting the toy on with one hand was difficult, so she bit the ribbon and finished with both her hands. Another growl quickly muffled after Bella's pointed stare.
All right....and there!
She patted the side of her thighs, and Alice slid between them like they were home.
Bella clicked her tongue, giggling under her breath when Alice wiggled to get comfortable. "No matter what, animal mode or not, you're still my good boy, and you know where you belong." She said as she ruffled Alice's hair.
Where did Alice belong?
Between her legs, of course.
Predictably, Alice flashed her teeth.
Bella flicked Alice's forehead.
She blinked in astonishment.
Bella hummed, rubbing her chin. "You know I've been pondering."
She gently used one hand to cup Alice delicately by the chin. Bella guided the cold lips to the dark blue strap. She could feel her own eyes darken with lust at the sight.
Her cunt clenched when those vampiric eyes looked up with such compliance. Bella wondered what it would feel like to be sucked off (with a functioning dick), or better yet sucked off by a vampire. With a different temperature standard and all...
"I was asking myself: Why did Alice like being called a good girl and a good boy so much? At first." Bella snorts. "Now, I can answer that question in my sleep. Then I thought: Why did Alice not prefer one gender term over the other?" Alice's lips parted and, the dick slid into her open mouth.
Oh fuck...
With a great amount of self-control, Bella kept her hips in place as the dick hutted against Alice's cheek, pushing against the relaxed skin.
"It's a bit odd, don't you think? A girl loving male terms, vice versa..." Alice cringed, the dick retreating from her mouth's cold embrace. Bella tightened her grip, her nails digging into the stone skin as a warning. Alice's eyes darted away before forcing themselves back to Bella with cool neutrality, but the warning grumble and a pitiful whine said a different story. The black eyes regained some of their color as arousal left. It didn't take a genius to figure out Alice was hurt by the comment. Bella inwardly winced; perhaps there was a smoother way to go about it. She stroked her cheek, eyes softening in apology.
I'm sorry , sweetie, that was wrong of me to say. No matter what shape or form you take, I love you.
Bella tried to send that message with her eyes; judging by the way Alice relaxed back into the touch, it was water under the bridge.
A beat barely passed before Alice before Alice began to suck on the dick again, Her cold arms left their place on the floor to drag Bella closer by her calves. Bella yelped in surprise, then groaned once she saw the strap completely swallowed down to the very base, and Alice's nose brushing her pelvis. Vampires—so impatient!
Well, Bella was not to be outdone. She gripped Alice by the hair and bucked her hips, Alice moaned when the strap hit the back of her throat, greedily sucking it in.
Another thing about vampires—no gag reflex.
"Is it because you're no better than a man thinking with his dick, wanting to fuck a hole like a mindless idiot? Or you're no better than a woman who wants her hole filled—fucked?" Alice growled around the strap, the vibration and constant pressure going straight to Bella's clit.
"But then I thought...It didn't matter. Either way, you're a slut! Just look at you right now." To prove her point, Bella used her grip on Alice's hair to tilt her sexy angel's head up. Alice's hair fell messily across her face, spilling between Bella's clenched fingers. Has she said she loves Alice’s hair? There’s the way it falls, the length, how grabbable it is.
Alice's eyes blinked slowly, and Bella's heart swelled.
"But you're my slut. All parts of you. Even when I bleed, you stay in your lane because you know better. I'm not your blood bag, I'm the star in the sky on a dreary night. You got dynamic all messed up, sweetie, I'm the one you look up to."
“You’re mine."
Hook, line, and sinker.
Alice let out a high-pitched whine, wrecked upon Bella’s dick. The best part: all signs of amber and light were gone, all that attention just now was the 'beast', and Bella had just won its submission.
3.
Alice's head tilted, and her hair brushed against the ends of the big black hoodie that engulfed her frame. With her legs tucked under the fabric, she was like a cute hermit. Alice turned her attention away from Bella, who stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, to grab the end of the desk.
“Street light system, you say?“ Her plump lips pouted as she thought. "We never partook in it, why start now?" Alice questioned as she spun the roller chair on its axis, she seemed to take genuine delight in the motion.
Bella winced; the lack of a safety net was Bella’s fault. Alice, being Alice, probably didn’t take a second glance at this stuff (sex) before meeting Bella (aside from living with her very active adopted siblings with a vampire level of privacy. Yikes.). So it was up to her to introduce the human (common sense) etiquette (limits) to the vampire equation. She should've done this from the start, but what can she say— she got distracted.
Alice stopped the motion, facing Bella with an amused look. She held a number two pencil in her small hands. "Besides, there’s no point in it for me, love.” Crack. The vampire split it into two. Bella's eye twitched. That was a perfectly good pencil. “Vampire strength. The one who would need it more is — I'll shut up now."
Bella scowled, massaging her temples whilst her glare eased. "Did you have to break my pencil? Seriously, even a child could do that."
"Really?" Alice grimaced with a tilt of her head, pensive.
Bella deadpanned.
At least Alice had the decency to look sheepish. "Okay, my apologies, not my best idea."
Yes, your gauge on human strength was quite unreliable.
“Regardless of the vampire's strength or not, the colors are important. It's more than a physical thing."
Alice's interest has been piqued. Bella could tell from the wiggle in her eyebrows. Not at all subtle. "As you say."
" It's a pretty good gauge on the spot, don't you think? What if you ever want to stop, just flash me a quick red, and I'll be gone in a flash."
In a flash, Bella finds herself trapped. Alice slithered off the seat and made her way under Bella's nose. Bella started, scrambling backward, where she very quickly lost her footing. Alice, that sly vamp, steadied her by the arm with a quick grab and pulled them close. So close that Bella could count the lashes in Alice's burnt orange eyes.
Alice's eyes dragged over Bella's covered frame, shamelessly appreciative of what was hidden under. A pink tongue licking a bottom lip in desire.
Perverted. Perfect girlfriend material.
Alice tugged them closer, pushing their chest together. Alice looked up at Bella with those sinful eyes and squinted from her smile. "Stop? What a silly thing to say. I'll never want to stop when I'm fucking you."
Seriously?
This is what she meant by Alice having a mouth on her—
Woah!
Like that, Alice was gone, a healthy distance between them. Bella stumbled, trying not to have a heart attack on the floor. Alice hummed as she scrutinized Bella's human moment.
"Since we're going to get down and dirty anyway..."
She gracefully leaped onto the chair. "I've got a request."
Bella raised a brow from the ground. Oh really?
Bella gnawed on her lip. Somehow, dressed in baggy grey sweatpants and the biggest sweater in her ‘loser’ closet, hadn’t made her any less nude than being scrutinized under Alice’s playful gaze.
This is what Bella expected. She leaned over the chair, hands gripping the handles and trapping the smaller body under a flimsy cage.
Bella squinted at honey orbs. "Alice, are you sure?"
"It was my idea, Bella. You can stay in that comfy attire if it’s too much for you.”
…A bit.
Okay— Bella doesn’t know how she feels about restraining Alice in a chair. Not like she had any problems with it exactly, but Alice…
"What does the future look like? When do we do this?"
"Bella, I don't want spoilers."
...
"Okay fine, from what I can see, it ends with us cuddling. So...."
That’s a good sign, right?
Bella backed off, ignoring Alice's obvious disappointment. "I shouldn't doubt the future seeing a vampire in front of me."
Alice perked, sharp teeth showing with a faux haughty grin. She pointed her nose up and away, eyes closed and hands crossed. "Yeah, never doubt me. I'm one in a lifetime."
An amber orb peeked, glinting with amusement. She was joking, sure, but was she really? Alice was Bella’s truest love.
She let out a huff of amusement, backing off further to gather their materials for the night. She snorts, ‘Materials for the night.’ That was a sign of a healthy sex life, right?
"How about you go get ready for me?” She shoots over her shoulder.
A change of air—“Ready for you, darling!”
Freaking vampire speed, Bella cursed, digging through their sex drawers. She tries not to focus on the shift in accents.
She found the long, silky ties. Handcuffs were an obvious no, rope too, they don’t have anything else, so…
“Got your tie, you little sex maniac.” Bella turned. Her jaw dropped at the casually naked Alice draped over Bella’s study seat. She tried her best to conceal her blush with her hand, but the giggle from Alice said that it was futile.
Alice pushed the stroller into the middle of the room, and Bella glanced away at the image between open legs.
“I don’t understand why you look away, it’s nothing you haven’t been intimate with before.”
Idiot Alice, it's about the principle!
“Shut up,” Bella grumbled childishly as she went to work, binding Alice to the chair. As she worked, her mind drifted.
Why ask for this? Was it her subconscious nudging her decision-making? A cry for help? Not Bella could do much, to be honest— it was so long ago, and the scars had practically faded into nothing. Plus, she’s not really a therapist. Was it trauma affecting her sex life? You know, the same way mommy and daddy issues supposedly make people really good at sex. Or like how a lack of control in life can make you a dominatrix behind closed doors. Actually… that would explain a lot. Trauma is an odd thing.
But why show up now?
I mean, her visions aren’t showing her having a mental breakdown, so maybe it’s okay? Or perhaps it’s her mind blocking the bad parts? Ah, crap.
You know what...screw it. Maybe Alice was right; the vampire fortress was impenetrable.
She tightened the silk to the armchair, binding Alice's arm. "Remember, Alice, red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go."
Alice’s lips tugged to the side. Hesitance was laced around her features before she gave Bella a reluctant nod.
"I don't really understand using the system on me, but if you truly want me to indulge, I could never say no to you."
Her shoulders dropped.
Oh, Alice... that's part of the problem here. She couldn’t say no to her either.
“Alright,” Bella grunts as she lifts herself from the kneeling position, moving to crack her back.
“Don’t hurt yourself, ma'am.” Alice giggles at the dark look Bella shoots her.
"Fuck you."
"Waiting on that actually."
Ha ha. She’ll show that brat. Bella cleared her throat as she lifted the last remaining ribbon. Stupidly sexy accent aside, time for the last part.
Bella gently wrapped the ribbon around Alice's eyes, pausing before she covered the other's vision completely.
Alice grinned, "Green as grass on a summer day."
Of course. Bella returned the smile, and with that, her amber eyes were covered. The girl hardly flinched; the only reaction was the tantalizing bob of her throat.
Bella tilted her head, taking a step back to appreciate the sight. “You know you kinda look good like this..” She teases with a derogatory tone.
"Legs open like a common whore, tied up and blindfolded? Say, Bella, I never took you for such a perv." Alice jerked her chin with a smirk. She looked too smug for someone in the submissive position.
Oh, Alice, if Bella didn't believe in the traffic light system, she would've gagged the hell out of that mouth.
Bella reached for her pockets. One pocket contained a remote, the other, a small circular object. That object was a vibrator. The toy touched Alice by the meat of her neck, the part that works whenever Alice speaks in that delightful tone of hers, or when she swallows audibly. Bella presses the toy into the skin, flipping the switch.
It buzzed pleasantly on her fingers, but Alice’s surprised grunt did much more for her.
Bella trailed the toy down the pale canvas, finding solace in the growing smell of aphrodisiac. Down the neck. Tracing the prominent collarbone. Down slim arms, to the ribbons, back up again. Crisscross to the chest. Circle around.
Alice arched to the pleasant buzz on her pink nipples. Bella flushed, looking down at the sight. Lord knows she could feel satisfied from just watching this.
“Please, I want more,” Alice rasped.
More?
How greedy.
“Okay.” Bella nodded even though Alice wouldn’t catch the motion. She slowly slid the vibrator down the taut stomach she kneeled on the floor for better range.
“You’re such a tease,” Alice whined.
She wasn't exactly the tease was accidental. Honestly, she found this view enjoyable, so no, she wasn’t teasing. She was just being a bit selfish.
Don't be pulled; Alice could easily pull out of this stuff. But..she wouldn't.
Midriff to the thighs. Up and down. Down then up. Rotate. Then up. Up. Up.
"Ugh, finally!" Alice mewled.
Bella pressed the vibrator to Alice's clit. The vampire convulsed onto the seat. Bella had to give it to her; she didn't rip the ribbons at the first sense of stimulation. She knows the other could come from just this.
"You're so pretty."
"Thank you. Firmer, please . Oh, you treat me so well, darling."
Happy wife (girlfriend), happy life.
Bella pressed harder, enjoying Alice's beautiful sounds. She finds the nonverbal thing sexy, but nothing could ever beat feedback. Maybe she should leave the top next round so he could get dirty-talked to the point she needed to be baptized, she missed the sugar-coated words like a crack addict.
Bella made room for her other hand to slither between Alice’s legs and-
Alice jerked. Not in a good way.
Bella jerked the vibrator and the finger away, ignoring the wetness and tantalizing smell.
"Alice?"
She was breathing heavily. Which was…
"Alice?"
Alice jerked again. "Uh- sorry, yes?"
"Color..?"
"Green like...like the forest in Forks."
That’s strange, Alice never fails to gracefully pull a simile out of her behind.
"You sure...?"
"Positive.” Alice nodded frantically. She gave Bella a sharp smile that had a little too many teeth.
“Now, please get right back to it, I'm afraid I'll end up in the Sahara."
Oh, sweet mother of…
Bella cleared her throat. "Right. Okay."
Maybe she could brush it off. Maybe.
She tried again, entering the finger first before flicking on the vibrator.
Alice didn’t jerk this time; this time she froze .
Bella flinched away, creating a respectable distance between the two.
"Alice? Alice? "
Okay, Bella doesn't think she could sweep this under the rug. She's not going to have sex with her girlfriend if she's in another dimension. This only happened a handful of times, but never this… aggressively.
Bella dropped the vibrator, not caring where it landed. She'll clean later. Usually, she’d coddle her girlfriend with a hug, but her body betrayed her by shutting down. The hairs on the back of her neck stood. A warning. Bella bit her lip, raising a compliant hand in the air.
"…Alice, what did you see?"
Then Alice was gone, vacant from her spot in her share. Bella blinked, thrown off, before examining the room. Her eyes stopped at the corner of the room, where a rack held Alice's outfits that couldn't fit in the closet. Behind it, Alice was crouched lowly on the floor, one hand to the wall and the other to the floor. She hissed at Bella like Bella was an intruder and she was a caged animal. Her eyes were completely black, void of all color.
…This was a horrible idea.
Bella hadn't realized how toned her airfield was— how much striations could show through the skin— until she saw every muscle in her body taut to the point of detonation. Isn't that sad?
Bella took a hesitant step forward, crouching a little herself.
“....Alice,” Bella whispered, tone gentle and non-threatening. At least she tried to make it be; she'd never been in this position before.
It only made Alice curl into herself even tighter (if that was possible). The plant on the walls crumbled under Alice’s nails as she dragged the joints into a curled fist.
"Hey...hey... you're okay. You're safe. Just tell me what you see?"
Wrong fucking question. Jesus Christ, Bella, keep up with the program.
It's like a one-eighty: one second, Alice was hissing like a neglected stray. the next-
"Nothing, I see nothing! I promise..." Her black eyes are the lightest shade of gold Bella has ever seen, which gives her emotional whiplash. Bella could see the pupils shrink and shake in terror that Bella couldn't reach. Alice's fingers fly to her face, and it’s like all the coiled tension is emitted there. She digs those claws into her impenetrable skin. Or...would’ve been if the few things that could hurt a vampire were a vampire itself.
“Alice,” Bella warned lowly. She creeps closer, slow in a way to not startle.
The cracks on her face appeared under the pressure, in their own sick way, they looked akin to tear tracks. Chaotic, stony, tear tracks. It would’ve been symbolic if Bella’s girlfriend hadn’t harmed herself in the process.
She's not too far off. She's surprised Alice hadn't lashed out.
“Alice.” It was like speaking to a brick wall. Light gold eyes weren’t looking at her; they were looking at someone else. And if this wasn’t a hundred years in the future, Bella would go look at that fucker herself.
“Let me go, sir, please, I beg you. There are no more visions. I promise. I promise—"
More cracks. Any harder and her face would concave in.
"ALICE!"
That got Alice to look at her.
Bella could see the panic wailing in her eyes. They never were so clear— so human. This invisible barrier between them—one that Bella didn’t even notice was there— lay shattered on the floor. Alice was breaking into tiny million pieces in an undeniably human way. With shame, Bella realizes that even if Alice doesn’t remember her human life, she was human before, in a way that sticks. If she weren’t, she would’ve woken like any other starving newborn, but instead, she deviated. Bruises and blood weren’t the only things that made you human; it was the memories and the whirling emotions that pounded too big for bones and tissue.
She should’ve known that from the start— the very second Alice looked at her like she hung the stars. The very second Alice greeted her with a smile that outshone even the sun. She should’ve known, but she didn’t.
And for that, she was sorry.
She didn't know a vampire could hyperventilate, but today was proving to be full of surprises.
They were face to face now, Bella's knees touching Alice's. Bella reached slowly, making her movement apparent. She did so until her hand cupped Alice by her cool cheek, stroking it slowly with her thumb. Alice looked at her, terrified, still, like she was too afraid to make the wrong move.
It hurt.
"Alice, breathe," Bella commanded. Redundant, but Bella wanted her to feel real in this moment. Not Mary Alice Brandon, but Alice Cullen .
"Breathe. Look at me, look into my eyes, nothing else matters right now. Focus on me."
"I see no vision, ma'am. Please let me go."
Bella let out a bittersweet smile, leaning until their foreheads touched, and Alice saw nothing but Bella Bella Bella. "Sweetie, the visions don't matter . Just look into my eyes and all will be right. Can you do that for me?"
“O-okay…” Alice whispered shyly until...
Until—
Alice blinked.
"Alice?"
Alice scanned the room with confusion, "...Bella?"
" Oh , thank god. " Bella cried, pulling the girl into her gravitational pull.
Next time, hard fucking red.
An hour later, they lay on the bed. Alice was wrapped in her arms, with her back pressed to Bella's front. Bella got an outstanding view and taste of Alice's hair, but it's not like that mattered.
Today...Bella made an oversight. Today...Bella has sworn to never do it again.
She clenched the vampire in her arms tightly; it must've been the convection of heat, but Alice felt vaguely human at this moment.
"Hey, Alice."
The girl shuffled to face Bella with a shy smile.
"Mm?”
No need to be embarrassed. Ever.
Bella put a hand on Alice's chest, where her still heart would've quickened its rhythm at the touch.
Bella gave the vampire a soft look, leaning closer, she pecked the girl on the lips.
"I love you ."
Alice's eyes crinkled as she smiled.
“I love you, too.”