FML Contest

Title: Mechanical Difficulties

Pen name: HopelessRomantic79

Characters: Rose/Bella

Disclaimer: I doubt SM would write this pairing, so clearly I am not her. I also do not own Better Than Chocolate, even on DVD. I should get that...

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A/N: Thanks SO much to Jaspers Sex Kitten for looking this over for me and giving me the thumbs up. Love you babe! ;-)

The sun beat down on my back and bare shoulders as I lay in the quad on campus. People were moving by quickly- on bikes, on foot, on obnoxious skate boards- and I knew that they were all looking at me, staring, envying, desiring.

Because I am Rosalie fucking Hale, and everyone wants me.

I stretched, and felt like my back was going to crisp if I didn't flip over soon. It was the end of the semester, finals week, and I was "studying." All right, I needed an all-over tan to look killer in my bikini this summer, OK? I flipped onto my back, and settled back. I could hear gasps as they saw just how skimpy my bikini top was, and I smiled to myself. That's right. Worship me, I thought to myself, smirking to myself.

I turned up my iPod and let the sun beat down on me for awhile, before decided I'd been out too long. I was starting to see white spots in front of my eyes. I sat up, careful to make sure that my top didn't slip. I didn't mind giving the world a show, but I didn't want to give them the goods, too. Gathering my things, I swung my bag over my shoulder, adjusting my bikini top, and took one step.

I stopped.

There, walking across the quad with purpose in her step, was the most angelic, beautiful woman I had ever seen. And my heart gave a painful thud in my chest as my panties dampened. Fuck me sideways. She was an angel. Her porcelain, pale skin practically glowed in the sunlight, and her hair was a dark curtain around her face. And her body… don't even get me started. I wanted to pant after her like a fucking dog in heat, and perhaps even hump her leg. I laughed at my own ridiculous thoughts, but I couldn't help but think that if given the opportunity, I just might.

I was compelled to follow her, past the other sunbathers on campus, past the biology building, past the soccer fields, all the way across campus, until I figured out we were walking towards the library. Never in my life had I had stalkerish tendencies, that was something more like what my frat brother, Edward, might do. The song on my iPod didn't help my slightly disturbing behavior… "Every Breath You Take," by the Police. Great. There's irony for you.

But I couldn't help it. I was drawn to her. I had to know her. It was a physical need compelling me to follow her, to bump into her, to know her story, to get my hands on her soft, round…

A bike flew in front my eyes, startling me from my unblinking gaze at the brunette angel. I couldn't help the tiny scream that escaped my throat as my site was torn away, my concentration broken. I flipped off the rider's back, who seemed completely oblivious to me. Fucker.

I looked back up, and with a start and a shot of panic racing through me, I saw that my angel was gone. I scanned the flat campus, and like a mirage, she was gone. Through the trees, past the bike racks, in front of the buildings… nowhere. My heart sank.

Maybe I was sun sick. Because she was perfect. Best hallucination I've ever had. I frowned and turned back towards the engineering building. I had lab in a few hours.

I kept my eye out every day for a week. Each and every time I would step out of my sorority house, I would look for her. I never saw her. The first few days, I was eager. I spent a lot of extra time in the library, which actually worked out because I was finally studying the way I needed to for my finals. I'd have passed anyway, but this time it would feel like I really tried, which would be a miracle in and of itself. Maybe she really was an angel, sent from sweet baby Jesus Himself to get me to do well. That thought made me laugh. If the tiny holy infant had really sent her, He wouldn't have made her my personal perfection, the one creature on this planet I wanted to fuck until He brings down the wrath and we go to hell for our sinful, sexual ways.

I digress.

Every time someone walked by the table I'd picked right next to the entrance, I looked up hopefully. Each and every time, I was disappointed, and another pin poked a hole in my balloon, until I was utterly deflated. After five days of being a fucking idiot, I stopped. I convinced myself that my angel had really been a ghost, and I gave up in defeat.

That night, Tanya knocked on my door. She was President of our sorority, and I was her VP, and the two of us were thick as thieves and famous make-out buddies. We were legendary… the platinum blonde and the strawberry blonde going at it… No one ever complained.

"What in the hell is wrong of you?" she asked, plopping onto my bed before I could even so much as look up from my laptop screen. "You've been moping around and looking like you're searching for Waldo everywhere." She smirked at her own humor.

"Nothing," I said, still unwilling to talk about it. Tanya and I weren't serious in any sense of the word, and we often looked out for men for the other, but she had a bit of a jealous streak when it came to other women. "It's nothing, just busy with finals."

"Right," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at me. "I know it's more than that. But whatever you say, baby." She stretched out onto the bed, and I knew exactly what she wanted, and I knew that it was the one thing I needed right now. "Come on, relax, Rosie."

I smirked at her as I abandoned my final paper on bio-engineering, and crawled up on the bed with her. Before I could do anything else, Tanya's lips were crushed against mine, and I couldn't think or feel anything else but her. The woman always knew how to kiss me brainless, and God love her for it. Before I knew it, we were naked, and her mouth was on me, and then I REALLY couldn't think of anything else.

But later that night, when she was gone, my mind kept flickering back to my angel, my mirage. I had to find her. I had to. Somewhere deep down, it seemed essential.

The last day of finals, I had two tests, both of which were easy as pie thanks to all the extra studying I had been doing. I also had some packing to do, since I'd be moving out of the sorority house into summer housing, since I'd be staying and working on campus this year. I wasn't terribly thrilled about it, but it saved me from going back home to Texas to see my twin brother Jasper make out and dry hump with his girlfriend, Alice, on the couch all day long. I'd learned my lesson from Christmas break. Gag me.

So after I'd taken my celebratory shots of Jack for finally finishing this fucking semester, I got started in the with boxes. At some point in the evening, and about six shots into the evening, Tanya found me, and we made good use of her brand new double-ended dildo. We weren't going to see each other for an entire summer, and we needed to make the most out of our time together. Especially seeing as how it seemed likely I'd be celibate all summer. The only people who hung around on campus during summer were the lame kids who still wanted to have classes during their only free time. Insane.

When the night was over, Tanya kissed me passionately and told me that she'd visit… and bring along our new buddy. I bit down on her bottom lip hard and told her I couldn't wait, and then I was left alone for the summer.

The dorms I was going to be housed in were on the complete opposite side of campus, far away from the frat and sorority houses I knew like the back of my hand. These dorms were by all of the major department buildings, and it was the place I spent the least amount of time as possible.

It's not that I'm dumb. On the contrary. I get good grades most of the time, and I really was passionate about my degree: mechanical engineering. There are just so many other things I'd rather be doing than busy work and endless assigned readings. And the only reason I didn't like geeks was because they made me feel guilty about being lazy.

So with a heavy heart, the next morning, I moved into my assigned housing. It was light years away from my house; the carpet was dark blue, but it had been walked on so often by muddy shoes that it looked more brown, the walls looked like they really needed a good scrubbing to look even remotely white again, and I was more than a little afraid of the bed- it was at least a good four feet off the ground before you even hit the mattress. Sure, it would give me more space to keep all my shit, but really?

Gritting my teeth, I pulled in the first set of luggage I'd dragged along with me… up three flights of stairs, because apparently this school was too damn cheap to install an elevator. Grumbling to myself, I unloaded box after bag after garbage bag full of stuff into the dorm, which smelled oddly of cheese and faintly of Mr. Clean on the bottom floor.

It seemed pretty dreary. I knew that I'd need to do a lot of cleaning before I'd even consider walking around with bare feet, and there was no way in hell I'd ever let anyone fuck me against the wall. I could practically see the bacteria growing from here. Nothing seemed promising; not my social life, not my sex life, nothing. I felt my eyes mist up, feeling more than a little sorry for myself at this moment. I tried to think of happier things, like taking my baby out for a ride soon. I'd worked on my '67 Mustang until it was better than new, and I thought maybe tomorrow would be perfect to just drive, get the hell out of town for a day, and maybe hit up a bar or something.

I heard a knock on my door, and I turned to tell the nerd to get the hell out. The last thing I needed was a pair of black framed glasses telling me between hits with their inhaler that I would be OK, and that I was more than welcome to come talk to them if I ever needed, because we all know that's bullshit.

The snaky remark died on my lips as I turned to see my angel standing in the doorway, a giant bag of her own slung over her slim shoulders. My mouth watered. She was even more beautiful in person. Her skin was so pale it was like porcelain, and her mouth was pink and full. I noted that she bit her lip as she stood awkwardly at the threshold, like maybe she regretted knocking because I wasn't talking…

I wasn't talking! Now was my chance!

She beat me to the punch, pointing her toes together, rocking back and forth on her feet like maybe she was shy to even talk to me. "Um, hi, I'm Bella, and I'm your next door neighbor. I just wanted to introduce myself… Rosalie," she said, checking the name plate on the door. Extremely second grade of the RAs in this building… this particular gem had sea creatures on it; mine was an octopus with a cheesy toothy grin on it's body.

"Hi Bella," I breathed, watching her bite down on her bottom lip again. I wanted to do that… "It's nice to meet you. You… live next door?" I tried to keep the excited hopefulness out of my voice, but I think I failed miserably.

"Yeah, so… I'll talk to you later," she said, readjusting the bag on her shoulder, indicating it was heavy. Probably full of text books… but for once, I wasn't going to complain. That just made her more sexy, and infinitely more faceable. I wondered briefly if she had glasses…

When I finished with my inner musings, she was gone. I pouted as her door slammed hard behind her. Her name plate said "Isabella," and had a dolphin on it. I sighed. She didn't know it yet, but she was in so much trouble…

The next few weeks were spent vigorously (yet coyly) flirting with Bella. She was a shy and skitterish girl, and it took me three days to just get her to come into my room, but I finally broke down and we spent the next week hanging out in my room. She never let me into her room, and I wondered why, but I didn't want to push her. It was hard enough to get her to say anything to me period. And yet I never gave up. I wanted her.

"Rose, I brought along some popcorn," Bella announced as she knocked on the open door frame. I rolled my eyes at her and gestured for her to just come in. Honestly! The door was wide open. She was entirely too adorable. "What movie did you want to watch?"

I just know I got a wicked glint in my eye. "Well it's this movie a friend of mine told me about. It's called Better Than Chocolate."

"OK," she said happily, and gingerly sat on the edge of my bed like it was a bed of hot coals. "What's it about?"

"Uhhh… I don't know," I said, feigning innocence. "There must be chocolate in there someplace, though, and anything that's better than that… well… it's gotta be good!"

She laughed and my heart gave an erratic thump. I knew it was sneaky, but I had to find out about her attitudes towards same-sex diddling. She didn't even talk about guys to me, so I wasn't sure exactly where she stood on the topic. Maybe this would be the indicator.

I popped in the DVD and flung myself onto the bed next to Bella, but not before locking the door and dimming the lights… just in case…

I made sure to sit close to her, or at least as close as possible without seeming weird. I could feel the energy of my body reaching out to hers, but I wasn't sure if she felt the same tension as I did. I was electrically aware of her, and every single thing she did, I noticed. The way the pattern of her breathing changed, the way she licked her lips… Wait. I looked at the TV, and the two main characters were making out heavily. Oh shit. Was she turned on by this?

It was killing me to be patient. I had to wait until the first sex scene, where there would be naked boobs and fingering… and I'd never be able to handle it. My panties were drenched, just thinking about it being her and me, and all I wanted was to be between her thighs. Would she let me?

Bella whimpered softly beside me and shifted on the bed. The breathy, female moans on the TV weren't helping either one of us right now, I could tell.

And I couldn't take it any more. Three weeks of fingering myself at night to images of her face, of biting my tongue to keep from propositioning her, of trying to keep my fucking hands to myself were about to explode. No more.

Before either one of us really knew what was happening, I had pinned Bella to the bed and spread apart her thighs so I could rest between them. She let out a scream, which I covered with my mouth, and because I was desperate, I thrust my tongue eagerly into her hot little mouth, brushing my tongue against hers. My hand found itself cupping her breast, kneading the soft flesh as I felt her nipple harden in my palm. And I realized that she was kissing me back, and her hips were thrusting up against mine, and we were halfway to fucking already. My body and heart rejoiced as she whimpered into my mouth and ground herself hard onto my thigh.

It was becoming more and more necessary for oxygen, but I didn't want to pull away from her. This kiss was becoming too essential. My thumb brushed against her nipple again and she moaned into my mouth, her hands now insistently tugging in my hair. I pulled away from her mouth only to drop kisses on her neck, and I fought the urge to bite down on the juncture between her shoulder and neck. Her pulse was pounding through her veins.

"Oh God, Bella," I moaned, sampling her skin there with my tongue. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this…"

She froze beneath me, her hands tightening in my hair. Her lips were swollen, but they were tied up in a frown, something I did not like to see. "I'm sorry," she said. "I can't-" She scrambled up from the bed, not even caring that she physically pushed me aside to get up. "I have to go."

"Wait!" I said. "You… I mean you…" I was still slightly disoriented.

She bit her lip, and I wanted to moan. "I've never done anything like that before. And yes, it felt good. But you're my friend, Rose, and I can't-"

"Please, just give us a chance," I pleaded. "Come out with me tomorrow. I promise, I'll be on my best behavior. I just like you so much, Bella…"

Wow. I was in the fifth grade again. Because Rosalie Hale does not beg. But for Bella Swan, I would. Because she was too sweet and tasted way too good to ignore.

She frowned at me again, studying my face. After a long moment, she spoke. "Alright," she said. "One chance, Rose. I don't take these things lightly."

"I understand," I said, because I already knew Bella didn't make any decision lightly.

"I have to go," she said, but I could see her rub her thighs together gently, and I wanted to push her up against the door and fuck her with my fingers. Because shit, that would be just too perfect. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," I grinned.

We agreed to meet at a local pizza place. Casual, low key, and familiar to both of us. I didn't want to freak her out. I was there ten minutes early, which made me seem overly eager, even to myself, but I didn't care. I was psyched for this. When Bella walked up to the front of the place three minutes after me, I grinned and fought the urge to plant a kiss on her mouth. Not here, not now… Maybe later? I could only hope.

"Hey," she said, her smile sweet. "I need to go get my car from the lot across campus after this, is that OK?"

"Why don't we get it now?" I suggested. "It's really crowded right now anyway." Sure enough, the entire place was packed, and the line to order was at least twenty people long.

Her eyes widened and she said yes quickly. Part of me wondered if it was because we were two women on a date, and she was nervous, or if she just had a phobia of crowds. I hoped for the latter.

We took my car, since it was several miles to the lot, and she told me about her day. She was taking extra classes this summer so she could graduate early, which made me sad, but I decided to not think about her leaving just yet. Despite the fact that she was my exact polar opposite, I really did love spending time with her, and not just because I wanted to suck hard on her nipples and make her ride my face.

We pulled into the lot, and she pulled out her keys out of her bag, which for once wasn't heavy laden with endless novels and text books. "It's just right over here," she said with a smile, and I followed her like a lost puppy across the full parking lot.

I love cars. I'm not going to lie. It's half the reason I want to be an engineer… someday, I'd love to design my own, from the ground up. It's not a practical dream, but it's my deepest one. My father taught me how to change the oil in our old Camaro when I was six, and ever since then, I'd been hooked. So it was not uncommon for me to check out cars the way that I'd also check out a potential bed mate.

Unfortunately, being in college meant that most cars on campus were old, rusty, and had expired plates. I was used to seeing shitty cars on a daily basis. But as we walked in comfortable silence, one in particular caught my eye, and not because I wanted to be thrown down on the hood and fucked on it, as was my fantasy with most cars. No. It was because this thing looked like it could barely hit thirty, much less fifty-five on the road. It would probably literally shake apart. The fenders had rust so bad there were holes in it, and the bumper looked like it had been beaten in with a baseball bat more than once. Even the window was duct taped to the frame, making me wonder how the driver could even see out of it.

"Holy shit," I laughed, and Bella looked over at me inquisitively. I pointed. "Look at that piece of junk!" Her gaze followed my finger, and for the second time in two days, she stiffened. I kept walking until I realized she hadn't kept up with me. "What?"

"That's my car," she said, her tone business-like, and my heart fell. The look on her face was one of pain and anger. "My dad bought it for me, it's one of the only things-" She stopped talking, because her throat was choked with tears. FUCK!

"I didn't mean-" I tried to backtrack, but it was too late. Damage had been done. I knew that she and her dad weren't particularly close, so this must have really meant something to her… I'm such a fucking dumbass.

"I'll see you around," she said quickly, not looking at me as she unlocked the door, but I knew that was probably the last time she'd ever talk to me. She slammed the door behind her as she turned the ignition, and the sickly car sputtered to life, the engine roaring weakly as she revved it a few times. She looked relieved, and I was sure that it didn't always start right away. I could have fixed it for her… but she was gun shy and I had gone off too soon. I sadly watched my angel pull away, as fast as she could in the old clunker, and my heart sank, knowing that was the end of that.

Fuck my life.

Today, I was on a first date with this girl I've been talking to. I met her and she came with me so I could park my car in the student lot. On the way back, I saw a beat up car with its window duct taped up and exclaimed "Haha! Look at that piece of junk." It was her car. FML