CW: Sexual Content, Degradation, and Humiliation... Honestly y'all I was giggling the whole time I wrote this.
Sorry in advance.
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Their bedroom door slammed. Bringing Blythe's attention from the book on her lap to an angry Rosalie. Blythe watched as her girlfriend started to pace back and forth with her fists balled.
"Edward is utterly insufferable! I would love to knock his head off of his fucking shoulders but Esme wouldn't like it!" Rosalie ranted.
"Rosalie." Blythe moved to the edge of the bed so that she could calm her girlfriend down.
Rosalie crossed her arms."Who does he think he is? He can't just tell us what we can and can't do! Why are we just supposed to follow his every word as if he's the head of this family?"
Rosalie and Blythe had been spending a week brainstorming ways to kidnap Kayli without hurting Charlie in the process. No matter how they did it, Charlie was going to be upset about it.
So Edward banned them from taking Kayli as she could be a distraction for Charlie once Bella disappeared after being turned into a vampire. Of course, this pissed off Rosalie and Blythe. But Rosalie was even more so as she was sick of Edward standing in the way of her happiness.
"Rosalie," Blythe called softly.
Rosalie pouted and turned to her girlfriend. Blythe waved her over and Rosalie went to her. Rosalie still continued to rant. "He is a fucking control freak. He always gives his unsolicited opinion."
Blythe grabbed Rosalie's hands and massaged the back of them with her thumbs. "Edward's a dick and has a lot of opinions. But we don't have to listen to a single word he says, okay? If we want Kayli we can just take her and go anywhere we want."
Rosalie smiled at the idea of it. "You'd go anywhere with me?"
"I would follow you to the ends of the earth." Blythe nodded.
Rosalie sighed dramatically and climbed onto Blythe's lap. She wrapped her arms around Blythe's neck and Blythe lightly gripped her waist. "Why is he so stupid and aggravating?"
Blythe shrugged. "He's a cranky old man."
"I heard that," Edward growled from downstairs.
He along with Bella, Alice, and Jasper were sitting on the couch trying to plan Bella's wedding. Bella was shooting down ideas and Alice had many other ideas to share. Everyone else was gone, introducing the new additions of the family to the Denalis. Rosalie refused to take Blythe to meet Tanya, for obvious reasons.
"No one gives a fuck." Blythe responded.
"I love you." Rosalie kissed Blythe's neck.
"I love you too." Blythe smiled. She started to slowly and gently massage Rosalie's hips, aiming to relax the blonde a bit. She didn't expect the blonde to start slowly grinding her hips while latching onto Blythe's neck.
Blythe stopped rubbing Rosalie's hips causing the woman to pout. "Why'd you stop?" Rosalie asked. Blythe's eyes flickered from Rosalie's black eyes to Rosalie's pink lips.
Blythe leaned forward, initiating a kiss with Rosalie. She pulled Rosalie so close to her body that air couldn't even pass through. Rosalie grinded her hips on Blythe's lap. Creating a surprisingly good feeling for both women.
Rosalie pulled away so she could take off her shirt. Blythe flipped them over, and Rosalie laid on her back with Blythe in between her legs. Like magnets their lips reconnected.
Blythe pulled away first. She roughly kissed Rosalie's neck. She bit it, with more force than intended, yet not hard enough to leave a mark. Rosalie loudly moaned and gripped the blanket under her.
"Are they serious?"
"What's wrong, Edward?"
"We should probably go."
"Do they know that we're here?"
"Jasper, I don't think they care."
"Is something wrong? Should we get Blythe and Rosalie?"
"No, they're busy."
"At least they aren't breaking things like Emmett and Palo."
Blythe felt a wave of embarrassment once she realized that the others were still in the house. "Rose we-"
"Shut up and fuck me." Rosalie couldn't think of anything other than Blythe. She knew she'd be teased for it later, no doubt by Emmett, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. Luckily everyone evacuated the house and got far away as fast as possible. Nobody wanted to be around to hear the events unfold.
Blythe went back to kissing and biting Rosalie's neck. She harshly squeezed Rosalie's breast with one hand and Rosalie's hip with the other.
Suddenly Blythe remembered to check in with Rosalie. "Is this okay? Are you okay?"
"I need this." Rosalie pouted. Blythe laughed and kissed Rosalie. Rosalie whined mid-kiss. "Stop teasing me."
Blythe's hand naturally found its way around Rosalie's neck as if it belonged there. "Ask nicely."
"Please, Blythe?" Rosalie batted her eyes.
"Please what?"
"I need your fingers in me." Rosalie bit her. She could tell from Blythe's growing smirk, that whatever came next would be humiliating.
Blythe tilted her head and held up her free hand. "Then go ahead. Use them, slut."
Rosalie frowned. "But..."
"But?" Blythe mocked. She effortlessly ripped off Rosalie's pants. "Nothing's stopping you."
Rosalie grabbed Blythe's hand. Blythe had succeeded in humiliating the blonde. Rosalie was completely embarrassed and degraded. Yet a part of her liked it. Relished in it. The ache in her core was more than enough proof.
"Look at me," Blythe ordered. Rosalie stared at Blythe as she eased Blythe's fingers into her. Rosalie moaned due to the glorious feeling of being filled by her mate.
"Good girl, keep going." Blythe praised. Rosalie held onto Blythe's wrist and she pleased herself with Blythe's hand. Blythe latched herself onto Rosalie's bottom lip, harshly biting on it. Rosalie let out a whimper.
It didn't take long for Rosalie's back to arch and her moans to quicken. As a result, Rosalie couldn't keep up the pace she once had. "Would you like me to take it from here?" Blythe asked sarcastically.
"Please, Baby?" Rosalie whined, knowing how much her whines and whimpers affected Blythe.
"Only because you're so good." Blythe continued doing what Rosalie couldn't. She sped up the pace at which her fingers slid in and out of Rosalie. She curled her fingers, making sure that she was hitting Rosalie's G-spot. Blythe knew that Rosalie was close to the edge. "Cum for me."
As if on command Rosalie's body immediately released. She came crashing down with a loud plea. Despite not needing air, Rosalie panted as she recovered from her orgasm.
"Thank you." Rosalie smiled as Blythe kissed her forehead.
