Multi-Fandom Request-A-Fic Meme Type-Thing :D
Multi-Fandom Request-A-Fic
Meme Type-ThingI figured it was time to do something fun at my journal and Mell really wanted me to do this, so here we are. This is one of those things where you fill out the form requesting a fic that you want and then other people come by and get inspired and write a drabble/fic based on your request. If you still don' ( Read more... )
Meme Type-ThingI figured it was time to do something fun at my journal and Mell really wanted me to do this, so here we are. This is one of those things where you fill out the form requesting a fic that you want and then other people come by and get inspired and write a drabble/fic based on your request. If you still don' ( Read more... )
Fandom: Twilight
Character/Pairing: Carlisle/Rosalie
Rating & Word Count: PG-13 /
A/N - I'm listening to the song as I write this. Great song BTW ;) Also, I only just finished the part of Eclipse where Rosalie tells Bella her story. That's what I am referring to when I mention 'such a waste.'
The Song: http://music.yeucahat.com/song/English/8817-Black-Black-Heart~David-Usher.html
I heard the music before I got close to the door. I don't know why I didn't expect it. Alice was over at Bella's and Esme decided to go with the boys this time to hunt. There had been an emergency at the hospital anyway and I had had to stay. My thirst was fine and I relished the silence in the house, but the music had made me remember that Rosalie was still here. She had turned down the offer to hunt and I wasn't really sure why.
I peeked into the room. The one that Rosalie shared with Emmet (when they actually sat down together) and what I saw made me freeze in place. The song was haunting and sad but I wasn't paying too much attention to that. I was watching her. The music was loud and my steps were silent therefore she couldn't know that I was watching.
What sounded like chorus started up and I listened to the lyrics now as I watched Rosalie sway her hips to the music.
I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core
I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds
All your sex and your diamonds
Her body continued to sway as she turned in lazy circles I could see that her eyes were closed. Her face was beautiful, really no more so than us all, but the pain etched across her eyes and brow pulled on what would have been my heart had it still beat within my chest. Does Rosalie regret what I did to her... I wondered as the song paused at the end and then started playing once again. This time I listened to the lyrics or tried to anyway. Rosalie was still swaying, dancing to the music and eyes closed. It was very hard to concentrate as her body called to me in a way that hadn't happened since I'd turned Esme.
As I begin to lose my grip
On these realities your sending
Taste your mind and taste your sex
I'm naked underneath your cover
My eyes widened as I caught those words and normally I wouldn't pay too much attention to what clothing Alice, Rosalie, or Esme chose to wear on any given day. Our bodies are perfectly sculpted. And thus far I had not had any thoughts for anyone other than Esme, but as Rosalie raised her arms up to sync with her swaying motions I sucked in an imperceptible breath upon seeing the thin simple white dress. It clung to her form and left nothing to the imagination, not that I needed that at the moment anyway.
I felt exposed standing there watching Rosalie dance... seductively and I raised my hand to my throat for a second. Really I needed to leave. This was impossible. There's no way I would feel this way towards her. I couldn't move. The song ended once more and once more it swelled through the room as she continued to dance. If I was Human I would be flushed. I would have a more inane sense of right and wrong, but at this moment I couldn't understand how anything she did was 'wrong.'
My eyes traveled back up her body (pausing at her hips once more) without having realized that they'd strayed down it. I watched her shining blond hair bounce as she finished another slow twirl and then was shocked to see her eyes on me. That's when my cheeks did burn, but not with a normal human heat; it was the icy burn of frostbite. My mouth hung as I tried to say something that explained what I was doing. Why I was there watching her. Why I was there at all, but nothing came out as she continued to dance and only smiled. Her eyes burned into me with knowing certainty. This would have been the waste... I thought.
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