Jealousy is Bliss, Chapter Four: Prove it Means Nothing
Title: Jealousy is Bliss, Chapter 4
Author: Me, anirishtwilight
Pairing: Rosalie/Edward, Rosalie/Emmett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Wordcount: Approx. 2,531
Disclaimer: I don't own them! I just twist them into terribly wonderful knots of smut and angst. Edward Cullen does not approve.
A/N: Edward has met Bella and realized her effect on him. However, this does not make Rosalie happy and she finds herself unbearably jealous regardless of the fact that she just never felt that way about Edward. Fights with Edward and escapist strategies ensue, but will anything erase the memory of what she used to have?
Chapter 4
Rosalie took a deep breath as she slowly pushed the polished mahogany door open. Edward was stretched out on his black leather couch--the same couch that was an accomplice in their bad behavior decades before. It could be considered vintage now, but Edward cared for his things well enough that it didn’t look like it aged any more than he looked like he had aged since those years of torrid passion.
Edward lifted his head when she walked through the door and regarded her with a look of utter confusion. After their interesting encounter in her car a few days before, they had very intentionally avoided each other. Part of it was guilt, and another large part of it was uncertainty. Neither of them were really sure where they stood now. It had set their relationship off balance after all these years of bickering and barely even being friends. Full disclosure has a way of doing that to people.
She took a few steps into the room and shut the door behind her, unnecessarily. The gesture was just enough that he was on his feet in a flash and standing in front of her in a heartbeat.
“Why are you here, Rosalie?” His voice was a little too gruff, adding an uncharacteristic edge to his usual velvet lilt.
Rose’s spoke after a moment, her voice wavering, “I’m not sure, really.”
His eyes burned into hers for a minute; seemingly burning into her soul. She could see the decision flicker across his face, and gasped before his mouth crashed down on hers.
She moaned involuntarily and pressed herself against him. He dragged her closer, grasping her under her bottom to pull her legs around his waist. She latched her legs around him as he carried her across the room to the couch she had just been analyzing a few moments before.
She latched down on his ear, nibbling lightly as he clutched at her back, her legs, her backside. He lowered to his knees and laid her down on the floor as gently as their passion as allow, but then went to work ravaging her neck. She craned her head to the side, giving him full access and ran her hands up his shirt to drag her nails down his back.
“Edward, please.”
This was like another memory, but this time it was happening in the present. For the first time in a week, she wasn’t dealing with flashbacks. Her mind wasn’t plagued with film strips of past lives, but rather she was firmly grounded in the here and now and could think of nothing else besides Edward’s lips working furiously across her skin.
When he ripped her shirt off, she growled; a sound of passion rather than anger. He trailed open mouth kisses down her jaw line and her neck, stopping at her collarbone to nibble along the edge of the defined feature. He buried his head in the curve of her neck briefly.
“Rose,” he breathed.
As he went back to work on her abdomen, driving her crazy, she dragged his shirt over his head. She needed access to his skin; she wanted to feel the smooth planes of the muscles in his back as they bunched under the pressure of his movements. She ran her fingers up his shoulders and then fisted them in his copper hair briefly.
She gasped softly when he bit down on her hipbone, and he looked up at her with eyes almost black with passion. He growled again, shooting up to meet her face again, taking her mouth in his in another rough kiss that suited her perfectly. She wrapped her legs around his waist again, moving against him.
It was his turn to moan, and he ducked his head, trying to compose himself. It was no use, however, as they were both completely out of control. “Rose, I need to feel my skin against yours. Please.”
She complied, undoing the button on her jeans and kicking them off as fast as she could. He did the same and then snapped her bra off. He took her in his arms and turned them around so she was on top and every inch of her body was pressed against him. He moaned again, matching the sound of approval that tore from her throat.
She met his lips again, her golden hair cascading over the right side of her face, creating a curtain. He reached up to tangle his fingers in it as her tongue teased his bottom lip and then found its way into his mouth, deepening the kiss. She rose up again and the full view of her perfect body took his breath away.
“Edward, I need you inside of me right now.”
He growled again and reached up to grasp her waist. He was completely, almost painfully aroused, and she was ready for him as well. When he lifted her up to lower her onto his hardness, he slid in easily in one velvet motion making them both groan with pleasure.
She began to move against him, first slowly, torturously, and then faster when she couldn’t control herself anymore. She was a sight to be seen. All passion and fury, her hair falling around her shoulders, her eyes burning into his, her skin a shade slightly darker than its usual pallor. She truly was the most beautiful creature on the planet.
It wasn’t long before she cried out and clenched around him. He thrust deep into her, needing to feel every movement, every little piece of her pleasure. When the pulsing slowed, he flipped her around so that he was on top, thrusting fast and hard into her as she clutched his back. He called her name as he finished, burying his face in her hair.
He fell to her side, taking her in his arms and cradling her like she was the most delicate porcelain doll in the world. He kissed her once on each cheek and then on her forehead.
“Well, good evening to you too, darling.”
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She tangled her legs with his, her arms circled around his waist. They had made love two more times after that first and she was now struggling with an internal battle between contented pleasure and utter guilt. How did they end up here? She never thought she would end up being one of those women.
He hmmed as he buried his nose in her hair again, his arms tightening around her.
How could this be so wrong and so right all at once? She felt like she needed to do this--she needed to know if this was going to feel the way it used to. Unfortunately, it did. Actually, it seemed they had even more passion for each other now than they did then. Perhaps it was the element of danger? They had both always felt a need for excitement and adventure. She smiled slightly, considering. Edward, Mr. I only prefer Mountain Lions.
She was slightly consoled by the fact that it was purely physical for her. She didn’t feel anything beyond lust for him. She could remove herself from the situation a bit now and realize that Emmett owned her entire heart and soul, even if it seemed she couldn’t control her body’s impulses at the moment.
She also sincerely hoped that her little chat with Alice the other night was enough to keep her sister from prying into her decisions and future. This was one decision Rose definitely did not need Alice knowing about, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what the future held at this point. She grimaced slightly.
She pulled away to look at Edward, “Are you guilty at all?”
He frowned slightly, a crease forming in his forehead, “Yes. Extremely. I love Emmett very much as a brother. I rely on him more than he knows. But…”
She sighed, “I know.”
They both fell silent for a moment and Rose closed her eyes. She felt Edward cup her cheek in his hand and opened them again to meet his sober gaze.
“It’s going to be all right. We will work this out.”
She sat up slowly, her long hair falling down her back in broad, loose curls. “Tell me honestly right now, Edward, that you don’t want to do that again.”
She felt his body tense beside her, “Is that a trick question?”
She turned to look at him over her shoulder, “No, just answer it. There is no wrong answer.”
He sat up to press a kiss to her shoulder, “I can’t tell you that, honestly.”
She sighed and looked forward, training her eyes on a specific knot in the polished wood of his door. “I can’t either, and I don’t know why.”
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The next day when the rest of the family returned home, both Rosalie and Edward did their best to act as if nothing had happened. To their credit, they both did a fairly decent job, save the somewhat meaningful looks they shot each other at random intervals. Alice raised her eyebrow at Rosalie suspiciously at one point, but Rose returned a look of neutral confusion and dismissal.
She made up for her transgressions by spending extra quality time with Emmett. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t spent most of their time together before, but now she was practically attached to his hip. He was thrilled, but every time his boisterous laugh dominated her presence, her heart broke a little.
“So, Rose, we’re planning another hunting trip in three weeks. A real hiking one! Not just our usual spot! Are you in?” he twirled her around, dipping her down in a fluid dance movement and kissing her.
She laughed, but her mind reeled. Would Edward be going, or would this just be another chance for them to break the rules? Did she want to break the rules again? Physically she did, but emotionally, no. She was astounded with herself that she could even consider saying no while she was wrapped so perfectly in Emmett’s arms.
This was so ridiculous anyway. She knew that Emmett could give her the same kind of pleasure Edward could…but it was just…different. There was that history attached, that element of danger, that adventure. But, she reminded herself, also that terrible element of guilt.
She snapped out of her reverie and smiled up at her husband, “We’ll see, darling.”
He looked slightly crestfallen that she wasn’t as fervently excited as him immediately, and she suddenly regretted not agreeing to the trip unconditionally.
She’d made a mess and she wasn’t quite sure how to clean it up yet.
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“Have you completely lost your mind?” She shrieked at Edward, kicking a tree in a fit of temper. “I don’t think I have to tell you again you could have ruined everything for us. Absolutely everything we have ever worked for, Edward! Everything Carlisle has ever worked for! You threw yourself in front of a damn van! How idiotic are you!”
She was furiously pacing back and forth on the forest bed. She had dragged Edward out here to berate him for deciding to save the stupid twit of a girl at school from an out of control van…in front of the entire student body of Forks High School.
He made up some sophomoric excuse about not wanting to spill her precious blood all over the parking lot that would turn him into a ravenous animal, but Rose knew better. She knew something else was there, and it was driving her absolutely mad. She was furious, once again, at herself that it had come full circle back to this intense jealousy for this stupid child.
“Rose, It didn’t mean anything beyond not wanting the girl to be crushed horrifically.”
She sneered cruelly, “Well aren’t you such the little hero. Get the fuck over yourself, Edward.”
He grabbed her arm when she started to march back toward the house, “Rose, don’t do this.”
She hissed at him menacingly, “Get your hand off of me, Edward. You don’t have that privilege right now.”
His eyes darkened as he dropped his hand and let her go.
She didn’t look back as she ran back to the house.
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After three days of barely saying one word to Edward, he pulled her aside in the garage one day with a look of frustration clear on his face.
“Rose, you don’t have to avoid me just because of the things that happened last week. Don’t you think your avoidance is just as suspicious as speaking to me would be?” he pleaded.
She lifted an eyebrow in bitter humor, knowing that it didn’t look suspicious at all. She was sure it looked completely natural based on their usual behavior.
He sighed, “Okay fine, it doesn’t look suspicious, but you’ve opened a can of worms now. I miss you.”
She looked down, torn once again between guilt and desire. “Edward, we can’t do this! I’m in love with my husband. He is your brother. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Not to mention you‘re a complete idiot and I don‘t really have any desire to be around you right now after your stunt last week.”
“Rose, of course it does! But don’t you feel anything after that night?” She could feel the tension running through his body, feel it transferring to hers. He strategically ignored her comment about the van incident. She coiled up when he cupped his hand at the back of her neck.
“Edward…”
“Prove it means nothing, Rose,” he said and crushed his lips down on hers again.
She pulled away angrily, breathing hard and looking like a glorious fallen angel with burning eyes and tousled hair, “I’m not saying it means nothing, Edward. How about we travel back to the original problem at hand for a moment, since you wish to push the subject, yeah?”
She shoved at him frowning, “How’s your little girlfriend at school, huh? How would she feel about our little roll in the hay? That’s where this all started, wasn’t it?”
He looked as if she slapped him, “Don’t bring her into this, she has nothing to do with it.”
She shook her head, some what taken aback at how much she seemed to have struck a chord in him, “Oh, so she really does matter. That’s interesting. Maybe you should wipe that deer in headlights look off of your face, darling, it’s not very attractive. What are you using me for? Are you trying to prove something to yourself? Is this entire thing all about you and her?”
Suddenly she felt extremely bitter. She wanted to lash out at him for everything that had happened in the last month; all the flashbacks, the kisses, the affair, the guilt. She wanted to lay all of the blame on him and not look back.
“Of course it isn’t, Rosalie, don’t be absurd.”
She practically hissed, “Oh I’m being absurd now, am I? How about you prove something to me now? Find a way, at some point, to prove to me that she means nothing to you, and get back to me.”
And with that, she stalked out of the garage.
Author: Me, anirishtwilight
Pairing: Rosalie/Edward, Rosalie/Emmett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Wordcount: Approx. 2,531
Disclaimer: I don't own them! I just twist them into terribly wonderful knots of smut and angst. Edward Cullen does not approve.
A/N: Edward has met Bella and realized her effect on him. However, this does not make Rosalie happy and she finds herself unbearably jealous regardless of the fact that she just never felt that way about Edward. Fights with Edward and escapist strategies ensue, but will anything erase the memory of what she used to have?
Chapter 4
Rosalie took a deep breath as she slowly pushed the polished mahogany door open. Edward was stretched out on his black leather couch--the same couch that was an accomplice in their bad behavior decades before. It could be considered vintage now, but Edward cared for his things well enough that it didn’t look like it aged any more than he looked like he had aged since those years of torrid passion.
Edward lifted his head when she walked through the door and regarded her with a look of utter confusion. After their interesting encounter in her car a few days before, they had very intentionally avoided each other. Part of it was guilt, and another large part of it was uncertainty. Neither of them were really sure where they stood now. It had set their relationship off balance after all these years of bickering and barely even being friends. Full disclosure has a way of doing that to people.
She took a few steps into the room and shut the door behind her, unnecessarily. The gesture was just enough that he was on his feet in a flash and standing in front of her in a heartbeat.
“Why are you here, Rosalie?” His voice was a little too gruff, adding an uncharacteristic edge to his usual velvet lilt.
Rose’s spoke after a moment, her voice wavering, “I’m not sure, really.”
His eyes burned into hers for a minute; seemingly burning into her soul. She could see the decision flicker across his face, and gasped before his mouth crashed down on hers.
She moaned involuntarily and pressed herself against him. He dragged her closer, grasping her under her bottom to pull her legs around his waist. She latched her legs around him as he carried her across the room to the couch she had just been analyzing a few moments before.
She latched down on his ear, nibbling lightly as he clutched at her back, her legs, her backside. He lowered to his knees and laid her down on the floor as gently as their passion as allow, but then went to work ravaging her neck. She craned her head to the side, giving him full access and ran her hands up his shirt to drag her nails down his back.
“Edward, please.”
This was like another memory, but this time it was happening in the present. For the first time in a week, she wasn’t dealing with flashbacks. Her mind wasn’t plagued with film strips of past lives, but rather she was firmly grounded in the here and now and could think of nothing else besides Edward’s lips working furiously across her skin.
When he ripped her shirt off, she growled; a sound of passion rather than anger. He trailed open mouth kisses down her jaw line and her neck, stopping at her collarbone to nibble along the edge of the defined feature. He buried his head in the curve of her neck briefly.
“Rose,” he breathed.
As he went back to work on her abdomen, driving her crazy, she dragged his shirt over his head. She needed access to his skin; she wanted to feel the smooth planes of the muscles in his back as they bunched under the pressure of his movements. She ran her fingers up his shoulders and then fisted them in his copper hair briefly.
She gasped softly when he bit down on her hipbone, and he looked up at her with eyes almost black with passion. He growled again, shooting up to meet her face again, taking her mouth in his in another rough kiss that suited her perfectly. She wrapped her legs around his waist again, moving against him.
It was his turn to moan, and he ducked his head, trying to compose himself. It was no use, however, as they were both completely out of control. “Rose, I need to feel my skin against yours. Please.”
She complied, undoing the button on her jeans and kicking them off as fast as she could. He did the same and then snapped her bra off. He took her in his arms and turned them around so she was on top and every inch of her body was pressed against him. He moaned again, matching the sound of approval that tore from her throat.
She met his lips again, her golden hair cascading over the right side of her face, creating a curtain. He reached up to tangle his fingers in it as her tongue teased his bottom lip and then found its way into his mouth, deepening the kiss. She rose up again and the full view of her perfect body took his breath away.
“Edward, I need you inside of me right now.”
He growled again and reached up to grasp her waist. He was completely, almost painfully aroused, and she was ready for him as well. When he lifted her up to lower her onto his hardness, he slid in easily in one velvet motion making them both groan with pleasure.
She began to move against him, first slowly, torturously, and then faster when she couldn’t control herself anymore. She was a sight to be seen. All passion and fury, her hair falling around her shoulders, her eyes burning into his, her skin a shade slightly darker than its usual pallor. She truly was the most beautiful creature on the planet.
It wasn’t long before she cried out and clenched around him. He thrust deep into her, needing to feel every movement, every little piece of her pleasure. When the pulsing slowed, he flipped her around so that he was on top, thrusting fast and hard into her as she clutched his back. He called her name as he finished, burying his face in her hair.
He fell to her side, taking her in his arms and cradling her like she was the most delicate porcelain doll in the world. He kissed her once on each cheek and then on her forehead.
“Well, good evening to you too, darling.”
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She tangled her legs with his, her arms circled around his waist. They had made love two more times after that first and she was now struggling with an internal battle between contented pleasure and utter guilt. How did they end up here? She never thought she would end up being one of those women.
He hmmed as he buried his nose in her hair again, his arms tightening around her.
How could this be so wrong and so right all at once? She felt like she needed to do this--she needed to know if this was going to feel the way it used to. Unfortunately, it did. Actually, it seemed they had even more passion for each other now than they did then. Perhaps it was the element of danger? They had both always felt a need for excitement and adventure. She smiled slightly, considering. Edward, Mr. I only prefer Mountain Lions.
She was slightly consoled by the fact that it was purely physical for her. She didn’t feel anything beyond lust for him. She could remove herself from the situation a bit now and realize that Emmett owned her entire heart and soul, even if it seemed she couldn’t control her body’s impulses at the moment.
She also sincerely hoped that her little chat with Alice the other night was enough to keep her sister from prying into her decisions and future. This was one decision Rose definitely did not need Alice knowing about, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what the future held at this point. She grimaced slightly.
She pulled away to look at Edward, “Are you guilty at all?”
He frowned slightly, a crease forming in his forehead, “Yes. Extremely. I love Emmett very much as a brother. I rely on him more than he knows. But…”
She sighed, “I know.”
They both fell silent for a moment and Rose closed her eyes. She felt Edward cup her cheek in his hand and opened them again to meet his sober gaze.
“It’s going to be all right. We will work this out.”
She sat up slowly, her long hair falling down her back in broad, loose curls. “Tell me honestly right now, Edward, that you don’t want to do that again.”
She felt his body tense beside her, “Is that a trick question?”
She turned to look at him over her shoulder, “No, just answer it. There is no wrong answer.”
He sat up to press a kiss to her shoulder, “I can’t tell you that, honestly.”
She sighed and looked forward, training her eyes on a specific knot in the polished wood of his door. “I can’t either, and I don’t know why.”
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The next day when the rest of the family returned home, both Rosalie and Edward did their best to act as if nothing had happened. To their credit, they both did a fairly decent job, save the somewhat meaningful looks they shot each other at random intervals. Alice raised her eyebrow at Rosalie suspiciously at one point, but Rose returned a look of neutral confusion and dismissal.
She made up for her transgressions by spending extra quality time with Emmett. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t spent most of their time together before, but now she was practically attached to his hip. He was thrilled, but every time his boisterous laugh dominated her presence, her heart broke a little.
“So, Rose, we’re planning another hunting trip in three weeks. A real hiking one! Not just our usual spot! Are you in?” he twirled her around, dipping her down in a fluid dance movement and kissing her.
She laughed, but her mind reeled. Would Edward be going, or would this just be another chance for them to break the rules? Did she want to break the rules again? Physically she did, but emotionally, no. She was astounded with herself that she could even consider saying no while she was wrapped so perfectly in Emmett’s arms.
This was so ridiculous anyway. She knew that Emmett could give her the same kind of pleasure Edward could…but it was just…different. There was that history attached, that element of danger, that adventure. But, she reminded herself, also that terrible element of guilt.
She snapped out of her reverie and smiled up at her husband, “We’ll see, darling.”
He looked slightly crestfallen that she wasn’t as fervently excited as him immediately, and she suddenly regretted not agreeing to the trip unconditionally.
She’d made a mess and she wasn’t quite sure how to clean it up yet.
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“Have you completely lost your mind?” She shrieked at Edward, kicking a tree in a fit of temper. “I don’t think I have to tell you again you could have ruined everything for us. Absolutely everything we have ever worked for, Edward! Everything Carlisle has ever worked for! You threw yourself in front of a damn van! How idiotic are you!”
She was furiously pacing back and forth on the forest bed. She had dragged Edward out here to berate him for deciding to save the stupid twit of a girl at school from an out of control van…in front of the entire student body of Forks High School.
He made up some sophomoric excuse about not wanting to spill her precious blood all over the parking lot that would turn him into a ravenous animal, but Rose knew better. She knew something else was there, and it was driving her absolutely mad. She was furious, once again, at herself that it had come full circle back to this intense jealousy for this stupid child.
“Rose, It didn’t mean anything beyond not wanting the girl to be crushed horrifically.”
She sneered cruelly, “Well aren’t you such the little hero. Get the fuck over yourself, Edward.”
He grabbed her arm when she started to march back toward the house, “Rose, don’t do this.”
She hissed at him menacingly, “Get your hand off of me, Edward. You don’t have that privilege right now.”
His eyes darkened as he dropped his hand and let her go.
She didn’t look back as she ran back to the house.
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After three days of barely saying one word to Edward, he pulled her aside in the garage one day with a look of frustration clear on his face.
“Rose, you don’t have to avoid me just because of the things that happened last week. Don’t you think your avoidance is just as suspicious as speaking to me would be?” he pleaded.
She lifted an eyebrow in bitter humor, knowing that it didn’t look suspicious at all. She was sure it looked completely natural based on their usual behavior.
He sighed, “Okay fine, it doesn’t look suspicious, but you’ve opened a can of worms now. I miss you.”
She looked down, torn once again between guilt and desire. “Edward, we can’t do this! I’m in love with my husband. He is your brother. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Not to mention you‘re a complete idiot and I don‘t really have any desire to be around you right now after your stunt last week.”
“Rose, of course it does! But don’t you feel anything after that night?” She could feel the tension running through his body, feel it transferring to hers. He strategically ignored her comment about the van incident. She coiled up when he cupped his hand at the back of her neck.
“Edward…”
“Prove it means nothing, Rose,” he said and crushed his lips down on hers again.
She pulled away angrily, breathing hard and looking like a glorious fallen angel with burning eyes and tousled hair, “I’m not saying it means nothing, Edward. How about we travel back to the original problem at hand for a moment, since you wish to push the subject, yeah?”
She shoved at him frowning, “How’s your little girlfriend at school, huh? How would she feel about our little roll in the hay? That’s where this all started, wasn’t it?”
He looked as if she slapped him, “Don’t bring her into this, she has nothing to do with it.”
She shook her head, some what taken aback at how much she seemed to have struck a chord in him, “Oh, so she really does matter. That’s interesting. Maybe you should wipe that deer in headlights look off of your face, darling, it’s not very attractive. What are you using me for? Are you trying to prove something to yourself? Is this entire thing all about you and her?”
Suddenly she felt extremely bitter. She wanted to lash out at him for everything that had happened in the last month; all the flashbacks, the kisses, the affair, the guilt. She wanted to lay all of the blame on him and not look back.
“Of course it isn’t, Rosalie, don’t be absurd.”
She practically hissed, “Oh I’m being absurd now, am I? How about you prove something to me now? Find a way, at some point, to prove to me that she means nothing to you, and get back to me.”
And with that, she stalked out of the garage.