Brought to you by Deadmau5. Thank him, for he is mighty. Also, thank my sister, and her wondrous blunt rolling powers, and also thank my epic napping powers that still leave me with a high... seven hours after I started. ~_~
I don't own Twilight, you guys, I just use it temporarily because it makes me happy. Heh, this is gonna be the most detailed stoner story I've ever written, cuz I like being vague, because I can usually use general knowledge that everyone has, but this shit, this shit right here, not everyone knows it. *sighs*Oh, in case it is not clear/not stated, ages:
"Wake the fuck up, bitch," she grumbled as she poked Rosalie's shoulder. The modelesque blond grumbled and rolled over, exposing the front of her crumpled night shirt, sticking to her impressive chest, because the blond had yet to accept the fact that winter was over and five blankets was neither a smart nor acceptable choice at this point in time. It was funny to her, how her roommate managed to make sweating, in her sleep, look hot, but she did, and she honestly couldn't say she didn't expect it.
This was Rosalie fucking Hale. Hottest damn bitch around, Rosalie knew it, and so did everyone else, especially her, because as Rosalie fucking Hale's roommate, it was just a given that she knew these kinds of things. You know, the obvious ones, but she was privileged to know the not so obvious ones, like how much a cheapskate Rosalie was, how she would bum five dollars off of you much sooner than she'd return the favor, how she preferred smoking to drinking, because being drunk made her, apparently, "not as horny" as being high, oh yeah, she was privileged to know that little tid bit too. Because Rosalie, bitch that she was to the world, was downright friendly to those she deemed worthy of her attentions. She hadn't a secret in her that she wouldn't tell you if you asked the right questions and knew her long enough, or if you were trustworthy.
It was just her way of doing things. The thing about all that, knowing everything about Rose, was that she knew everything about fucking everyone, because Rose was in the know, whatever that was (it had been her only explanation, accompanied with a shrug, which she had also managed to look hot doing), and apparently that meant that she knew everything about fucking everyone, and therefore, she was willing to spread that, not around, because she was no gossip whore, no, she was much worse, yet so much better, than that. Rosalie Hale, plain and simple, was an attention whore.
And boy, did she embrace that life style.
With big, surprisingly innocent brown eyes, unlike her twin brother's blue, but nearly identical to that of her older sister, Alice, and a body to make any actress out there want to just break down and cry, Rosalie definitely got the attention a 'whore' like her so craved.
"Five more minutes, mom," Rosalie grumbled sleepily, kicking off a few layers of blankets as her velvet lips parted in a soft sigh of frustration, her face twisting towards her fan, allowing the cool air to flow over her heated face and neck. She easily noticed how Rosalie's nipples stood out against the light gray cotton of her thin night shirt, sighing softly as she only hoped that Rose was at least wearing a thong or something this time, because she'd always been very careful about waking Rosalie up since that time she'd been having a bit of an, ahem, exciting dream, and under her large night shirt (reserved for late winter), had been wearing no underwear, whatsoever, and Rose had clung to the hand shaking her shoulder, forcing her roommate into her bed with her, where she continued to, somehow, nearly wrap her body around hers.
The best part of wakin' up had gotten some serious competition that day. Well, it hadn't been her waking up, sure, but she'd been involved in someone waking up, someone practically naked, completely drenched (and not in sweat), and totally gorgeous. She had thought she was having just a weird dream, when it had happened, especially when Rose had been rubbing herself against her leg, but whatever. Rose hadn't made a big deal out of it, so she saw no reason why she should. Everyone had sex dreams, on the off chance that they were drunk enough, they'd trade stories, giggling in the half darkness of a dimly lit room, too drunk or too lazy to turn more lights on because they would probably trip over one of their chairs... so they were usually too lazy and just drunk enough to not care about it.
"Oh no, your ass is going to wake up now," she had this tight lipped grin spread across her face, her annoyance apparent in her tone as she grabbed Rosalie's shoulder and, despite how irate the blond was already making her, lightly shook her. "Come on, slut, wake the fuck up." she repeated, Rosalie's nose scrunching up as her eyes started to flutter open, instantly shutting when the harsh light of late afternoon met them. She groaned, rolling over and hugging a pillow to her chest, exposing white cotton stretching over a perfectly (not that it would be anything but perfect) bottom and long, god damn nearly nonstop legs that were currently curled around the pillow as well. Rosalie liked to sleep like that, because despite her 'tougher-than-you' front, she couldn't fall asleep without curling up against another body or at least hugging something to her, usually while wrapping her legs around said lucky-as-sin object, oh, and she liked to nuzzle, you know, like a kitten? Yeah, but that was just Rose.
"Go awaaaay," Rosalie groaned, swinging out weakly. When her painless blows refused to land on anything, she scowled, screwed up her willpower, and shot up, opening her eyes and ducking out of the light, leaning back into the corner that her bed was nestled into. She glared tiredly at her roommate, crossing her arms underneath her breasts as she huffed crossly at her. "You bitch, it's 1 o' clock, you know that is too damn early for me!" She stared blankly back at her, one brow slowly rising and Rosalie just huffed again. "Whatever, just, go make me some breakfast or something."
She rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at Rosalie, who growled as she dodged it and nearly flew at her. She caught Rosalie though, and stood up with the girl in her arms, Rosalie shrieking in surprise as she was dumped onto the floor. "Oh look, you're already awake and on your feet. Guess that means you should stop being so god damn lazy and cook your own fucking eggs, huh? I like my scrambled, by the way." Rosalie shot up, towering over her, because she couldn't just look like a model, no, she had to have the height of a fuckin' super model to back her up.
"If you think I'm going to make you e-"
"The best part of waking up," she sung quietly, waving a blunt under Rosalie's nose. This particular weed they had jokingly named 'Folgers' for the fact that it had a nice, almost coffee-like smell, and really, when they did a wake-n'-bake with it, it really was the best part of waking up. Rosalie's eyes narrowed, but she nodded once, ignoring the the crumpled sleeping pants that lay at the bottom of her bed, where she'd sleepily flung them sometime throughout the night, in favor of going about making them breakfast half naked. "Aww, whose a good bitch, huh? You are, yes you aaare~"
"I swear to god, Bella," Rosalie murmured softly as she stalked out of her room and towards the kitchen, Bella following after her.
"Don't swear on my name, and jeez, taking imaginary character's names in vain, that rude," Rosalie rolled her eyes at Bella's, clearly high, giggle; her and her religious views... Bella was an old friend of her sister's, a girl she'd been associated with for the greater portion of her life, but had only really recently become involved with. It came when she'd been accepted into the same college as her older sister and Bella. Bella had been the only one with a room to spare at her apartment, so instead of the familiarity of Alice, she'd gotten stuck with the secretly flamboyant brunette. While shy in nature, something about spending years with her sister had made her a bit... extravagant. She was someone that you would have to apply that "it's always the quiet ones..." phrase to, because really, she made it true. It was those quiet ones that surprised you by being secretly perverted, or evil, or just really cool.
Bella just happened to be... well, Bella. There was no other way to explain her personality, except to say that it was hers. She was shy, but secretly excitable, secretly mischievous, devious, even, and she liked to tease, relentlessly, but she would not stand for someone else teasing others. She always said because her teasing someone was how she showed love for them, and she didn't like others teasing them, but Rosalie thought it more of childish jealously. Because Bella was like an immature thirty year old stuck in a twenty one year old body, somehow mature beyond her years, yet still one to watch cartoons and throw around the odd childish insult. She blamed it on the pot, because she knew the girl had been smoking since she was thirteen, at least; Bella hinted that she had been smoking longer... but she never really came out and actually stated it as a fact.
It was why she had started to smoke once she'd moved in with the girl, it's not like she could have avoided it, and she wasn't from such a small town that she hadn't tried it before, either. Bella was the reason she loved it so much, why she would willingly (but grudgingly) make breakfast for the girl, if only to share a blunt with her. Even now she could see the white smoke curling around her shoulder, the heavy scent of pot and... was that strawberries? Yeah, strawberries, twining with the scent and belaying the usually overpowering stench. Not that she minded the smell, it was something one got used to, that one came to appreciate, given enough time, three blunts, and one giggle-filled shopping trip. Bella hated shopping... except when she was incredibly inebriated. She didn't have time to complain about the older brunette starting without her before a smaller body crashed into hers, arms wrapping around her neck as a blunt was pressed against her lips, a soft giggle in her ear and a murmur that sounded somewhat like an apology her only sign that Bella had not intentionally knocked her into the wall. She grabbed the blunt, muttering crossly as she leaned against the wall, allowing Bella to hang off of her as she slowly blew the smoke out.
She heard Bella giggle again and before she knew it, felt Bella snuggling up against her back. "That makes you look awesome," Bella muttered, her lips brushing over the shell of Rosalie's ear. "Like... a mystical dragon!" She snorted, smiling despite herself as she pushed off the wall and turned the corner for the kitchen, dragging Bella with her.
"Wow, thanks for the compliment," she drawled dryly, taking another drag before she handed the blunt back to Bella over her shoulder. Bella's pale arms unwound themselves from around her neck to take the blunt as she retreated to a seat at their table, plopping down in it to cross her legs, sitting back as her eye lids dropped, as if too heavy to keep open, and she blew out a huge plume of smoke.
"Anytime, slave, just ask and ye shall receive," Bella returned, smoke drifting, almost lazily, out of her mouth as she spoke. Rosalie turned her back, ignoring the offered blunt for a moment to retrieve both eggs and bacon for their respective breakfasts. She turned around once she had set the food down, stalking back over to Bella to snatch the blunt from between her lips.
"Funny, I don't remember being a slave, ever, and I can't recall having ever asked for compliments," Rosalie grumbled as she turned her back to Bella and walked over to their stove, bending down to open the drawer that held all of their various pots and pans. Bella whistled appreciatively and she rolled her eyes, smiling still. What could she say, she might complain about it, but she did love the looks, and the compliments, and the various other things that only attested to just how fantastic of a person she was. She supposed she knew was she could say, that she thrived on attention. Bella said she was an attention whore, and she would have called her a delirious pothead, had she not agreed with her so wholeheartedly.
"Well, I figured that I'm a pimp, and you're just one of my bitches, but I didn't think you'd take too kindly to that, so I just decided to call you slave, and you can call me mistress!" Bella grinned at her stupidly, giggling lightly as she did so.
"How 'bout I call you Dumbass and we leave it at that?" Rosalie growled around the blunt, inhaling slowly as she lightly set her preferred pan down and reached for a plate to set the bacon on.
"How 'bout you suck my clit, bitch!" Bella nearly yelled back, laughing boisterously. Rosalie smiled at the sound, her eyes sliding half-closed as her own high started creeping up on her. She turned around and sauntering over as she smirked, sitting on Bella's lap as her arms circled around the brunette's neck. She leaned forward, brushing hair away from Bella's ear to softly murmur to her.
"How 'bout," she started slowly. "You... kiss my beautiful, tan ass, and go fuck yourself?" Bella leaned back with a low chuckle.
"Ohoo, looky whose got a hot temper, hmm?" Bella murmured as she grinned. Rosalie scoffed as she leaned back a bit, so they could breath their own air.
"Nah, I just bring the heat."
"Remind me to stay out of your kitchen then... Oh, and will you make grits?" She gave Rosalie the most pitiful pleading look she could manage, to which Rosalie just glared back at her.
"You know, for a northerner, you sure do crave some dishes I'm surprised you've even heard of..." Bella waved it off, leaning forward with another grin.
"But, you're such a sweet person!" Rosalie scoffed, standing up.
"Yeah, whatever Bella. Everyone knows I'm a bitch," Rosalie rolled her eyes at the still grinning brunette. "Dumbass."
"Mmm, ya see, the thing is, you're my bitch, so..." Bella trailed off, making a face that was her best attempt at trying not to smile so victoriously. She could remember the days when Little Rosie would always smile shyly up at her, offer up a quiet 'Hi...', blush, and then walk away. So different from now, when she was so resistant to Bella's obvious natural charm and... god, this Folgers was startin' to creep up on her... hard. She grinned, leaning forward to rest her chin in the palm of her hand. She had been high when she'd called her that... Little Rosie. She missed calling her that name.
Big brother Emmett had always been really fun to hang with, she remembered, since she had been eight, and at eleven, he had introduced her into his fifteen year old world. That had been... cool.
But, yes, she'd noticed Little Rosie for a long time, so she lorded that knowledge over Rose to get stuff from her. Rosalie always complained that she missed the old Bella, the shy, nice Bella from back when she had been eight, but Bella always corrected her that she had been acting like that for the greater good of the people. Rose would always stop to give her a disapproving stare. Like the one she was giving her now.
"Sometimes... I could just... slap the shit out of you..." Rosalie said, scowling lightly as she turned away from her eggs, walking back over to Bella, ignoring her outstretched arms to reach for the ashtray in the middle of the table, ashing the blunt and holding it out to Bella. Bella took it, nodding at her as she brought it to her lips. Rosalie had already crossed back to the eggs and started to really cook them before she heard Bella burst into a fit of laughter. She paused, moving the eggs off the heat and reaching to start cooking the bacon before she turned back around to stare incredulously at the, possibly, mentally unhealthy woman.
"BITCH!" Bella began loudly, smiling widely as she giggled again. "I could knock you the fuck out! Or did you forget that, Rosie?" Rosalie just smiled at her as she grabbed another two plates, bringing them to the table while Bella wisely chose to retrieve two forks. "Milk or orange juice?" Bella asked as she paused, halfway towards their cabinets for their cups.
"Coffee," Rosalie grumbled, Bella wrinkling her nose. She was still such a child in some way. But suddenly she smiled, and shook her head.
"Tea," Bella offered. "Hot tea, not that sweet shit." Rosalie smiled and nodded. Rosalie grabbed the pan and her spatula, carefully bringing it over to the table to divide the eggs between the two plates, before she walked back over to the oven to place it on a back burner, grabbing the plate of bacon and putting it on the table.
"I could always poison your eggs, you know..." Rosalie commented offhandedly as she picked up her fork, smiling over at Bella as she pulled two mugs out.
"And I could always poison your tea," Bella retorted, smirking.
"Oh, but you wouldn't do that, you love me too much!" Rosalie smiled, Bella rolling her eyes.
"Doll, I just adore you," Bella drawled in that southern twang she and Rosalie's brother Jasper had a tendency to slip into. Some private joke between the two. "But I'd still kill your ass!"
"Ohh, what a bad pimp," Rosalie commented, frowning and shaking her head as Bella made her way over with their tea.
"Nah, just a naughty bitch," Bella grinned. Rosalie winked, smiling coyly.
"Oh, you know it, baby," They both started laughing then, Bella dropping the remainder of the blunt in the ashtray, where numerous roaches sat already. They set about eating their food then in a companionable silence, Bella smiling faintly as she tore through her meal and sipped slowly at her tea. Rosalie sat back, grabbing her mug and blowing lightly on the tea. She took a sip, smiling lazily over at Bella. "What kind is this?"
"Tension tamer," Bella murmured, smiling back. "Wanna take a nap with me?" Rosalie giggled, setting her cup down as she stood up and stumbled over to Bella. Shit, the Folgers was hitting her hard today. Bella stood up, leaning against her as she pulled them out of the kitchen. She grunted lightly as she tried to make her way down the hall, forcing Bella to stumble away from her. "Hey!"
"You're the strong one!" Rosalie muttered as they both stumbled into Bella's room. She had the largest bed. Rosalie made her way over to the bed, falling into it and curling up under the white sheet that covered the bed while Bella turned her overhead fan on, quickly following Rosalie's example and curling up against the larger female.
It was summer, early summer, but still summer, and as such, it was still seriously hot. Honestly, it hadn't been that smart of an idea to fall asleep, in each other's arms, in the hot sun, under a sheet. Even if she couldn't get to sleep otherwise, even if they'd been too high to really give a flying fuck about the who's, where's, and what's of napping on a Saturday afternoon. She was sweating again, and she'd never been more thankful to herself than her earlier decision to ditch the pants, because she was sure should would have greatly regretted that. And despite the sweat on her brow, and the scowl she was currently sporting, she couldn't feel happier than to wake up four hours after she had first lain in the bad, Bella in her arms, nestled between her breasts, and whimpering her name. No, seriously, she was.
"Rosa... Rosalie," Bella murmured softly, her head lolling back as her legs shifted. "Rosalie," she groaned softly, her breathing starting to pick up as she shifted again. "Rooose," she practically moaned, Rosalie swallowing as Bella started to pant, squirming against her, before she opened her eyes and glanced up at her. "Rosalie... it's hoooot." Bella whined at her. She couldn't stop her grin, because despite how much she hated when people whined at her, it was incredibly cute when Bella did it.
"Poor baby," Rosalie murmured into Bella's hair, uncaring for how hot this was making her. Bella continued to squirm, eventually just grunting as she forced Rosalie from her, pushing her down and leaning over her.
"Rapist," she grumbled, rolling off of Rosalie to stand up, stretching.
"Jail bait," Rosalie returned as she turned on her back, watching Bella. "I mean, look at you, someone as small as-"
"Just because you're freakishly tall!" Bella complained, leaving Rosalie as she quickly made her way into the kitchen, grabbing the ashtray filled with roaches and bringing it back into her room. "Listen, I've got some Grapalicious, some sinfully purple shit, Folgers, and everyone's favorite cousin of Folgers, Febreze. Choose your poison, my friend.
"Um, what?" Rosalie sat up, lightly fanning herself as she crawled towards the unused pillow at the other end of Bella's bed.
"I'm about to make the deadly Roach Trap, but I figure before all that, we hit the RooR, now, what do you crave to take you away to a land filled with much pleasure and fun." She ignored how Bella was saying it so suggestively, glaring at Bella when she winked playfully at her.
"Hmm... the Febreze..."
"Leaves ya feelin' fresh, Folgers, we all know, the purple shit, I've been playing around with Purple Haze, but trust me, sooo dank," Bella lay one hand over her heart, throwing her head back to let out this content sigh, smiling to herself, before she moved towards her closet, grabbing the large bong hiding behind her dirty clothes bin. "And Grapalicious... well-"
"That's that shit that we almost called Febreze," Rosalie threw in, smiling as Bella turned back to her and walked over.
"Oh yeah, start settin' us up, will ya darlin'? I gotta go get the Sobe!" Bella left her RooR in the capable hands of Rosalie and ran back to the kitchen, grabbing her favorite berry flavor of Sobe Lifewater and a cup, filling it with ice before tearing back down the hallway to her room, giggling the whole way. She handed the two objects to Rosalie, who nodded gratefully and went about setting them up while Bella grabbed a pair of pants from the floor, retrieving her knife from the right front pocket and flipping it opened as she grabbed her notepad. How useful school supplies always seemed as she grew older. She grabbed the ashtray and sat back on the bed next to Rosalie, smiling at her as she started to split roaches open on the notepad. "Would you be a dear and hand me a blunt wrap? Under my pillow." Rosalie sat up, grabbing Bella preferred item and tossing it over to her. "Thanks doll."
"Whatever babe," Rosalie grumbled as she dropping two ice cubes in the glass tube. "You want first or should I?"
"Oh go ahead!" Bella grinned at her as she continued splitting roaches open, giggling, somehow, almost maliciously. Rosalie watched her carefully, through narrowed eyes, until the brunette nodded towards the RooR, Rosalie quickly sucking in her hit, her eyes widening at the burning in her throat. Fuck, oh, this was gonna hurt. She coughed, nearly chocking on the smoke as she doubled over, clutching at the sheets and trying to ignore Bella's giggling.
"Not," she muttered, coughing again. "Funny!" She sat up, wiping at her watering eyes as she snatched the Sobe from where she had sat in on the small nightstand next to Bella's bed. She quickly twisted the cap off, coughing the whole time, and tipped it back, greedily sucking in some of the cool, berry-flavored liquid.
"Bitch! Do NOT even think about drinking all of that!" Bella paused in splitting her roaches, pointing at Rosalie with her knife. Rosalie nearly choked. She pulled the bottle away from her lips, capping it as another round of coughs started up.
"WHAT THE F-UCK!" she choked out, coughing on the 'f'. "Don't point that shit at me!" Bella waved her off, with the knife, and went back to her work, ignoring Rosalie's would-be rant about psychotic murderers and accidents happening, especially when clumsy stoners were involved.
"Shut up and smoke my weed, bitch," Bella smiled, winking at her.
"Clumsy cunt," Rosalie grumbled, Bella dropping her knife to turn towards Rosalie.
"Oh baby, don't start throwing around them big girl words or I might take you seriously, now!" Rosalie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Baby, you don't want to elevate those torture devices, we both know how dangerous that is after what happened with Victoria." Rosalie groaned, shuddering as she glanced away, blushing lightly.
"That was my fucking cousin... GOD! I wish I hadn't seen that," Rosalie shook her head, frowning while Bella grinned at her.
"Nah, you just wish you had been the one getting jello shots eaten off of your-"
"SHUT! UP!" Rosalie ground out through clenched teeth. Bella just giggled as she tore open her new pack of blunt wraps, pulling one out and sighing contently as the smell of strawberries assaulted her. God damn it all, she loved strawberries. Well, berry anything, really. She smiled softly, carefully rolling her wrap out and setting her knife on one end to keep it from rolling back up, she held the other end open and started to deposit her resin-caked weed into the blunt wrap.
"Hey baby," Bella called softly, her eyes narrowing as she carefully rolled the Roach Trap. "When I say this could kill you, I'm serious, this shit will fuck you up for hours, if not days. Do you even want a-"
"Bitch please," Rosalie interrupted, rolling her eyes and smirked as she tossed the lighter over to Bella, handing the RooR over to her carefully. "I ain't new to this." Bella smiled as she took the RooR from Rosalie, leaning towards Rosalie, who stiffened and leaned back. She was too high for this shit, already! When Bella had practically crawled on top of Rosalie, she reached to her nightstand and pulled the drawer open, retrieving her grinder and a bag of... Holy fuck, she hadn't been lying, that was the most purple she had ever seen any weed. Bella sat back, on Rosalie's lap, and happily broke up some of her weed into the grinder, twisting it a few times after replacing the top and then placing some weed in the metal bit to fit back into the RooR while Rosalie sat up again. "Would you mind getting off?" Bella didn't answer for another minute, until the whole tube was filled with smoke and she had taken it all into her lungs, like the dedicated stoner she'd been for ten years. She blew it all out with a laugh, sucking in some air only to giggle out more smoke.
"Yeah, you're comfy," she snuggled back against Rosalie's breasts, and she might have been tempted to hit her, had it not been for that blunt that Bella held up. She sighed, picking up the abandoned lighter and taking the blunt from her while Bella set the RooR on the floor. Rosalie lit the blunt, holding it out to Bella, who took it. She could see Bella smiling and found herself smiling as well. Bella inhaled the smoke slowly, the burn instant and intense. Oh fuck, she was going to die happy today! Maybe she'd come back to life and live off of roaches. Like a vampire. Yeah, a weed vampire... a... a... POTPIRE... No that didn't work. "Hey, what do you call a vampire that lives off of weed?" She questioned, coughing softly as she turned around in Rosalie's lap and gave her the blunt.
"Fuck if I know," she shrugged, inhaling. Bella, seeing the instant widening of her eyes, grabbed the blunt from between her lips and put one hand over her mouth, the smoke streaming out between her fingers.
"Told ya you'd die. Look at yourself, your a mess, ridiculous," Bella continued, adopting the strangest tone. That was a Bella thing... she tended to sometimes makes voices. Especially when she was high and the tv was muted. She'd do the voices for the whole show. That had been an entertaining evening.
"Your a mess!" Rosalie accused, slapping Bella's hand away from her mouth as she leaned forward, before she giggled and grinned. "I mean, psssh, you a hot mess. Bitch, go to Progressive, 'cause you already done wrecked yo'self."
"You little Twat waffle," Bella accused, laughing, before she took a hit. "You forget how good I am at throwing knives." Bella returned, her voice husky from the strain of holding in smoke.
"Mmm, sounds sexy," Rosalie murmured, laying her chin on Bella's shoulder. Bella, feeling adventurous, took another quick hit before turning to Rosalie, holding up the blunt for her to take. She smiled, the smoke leaking out from between her teeth.
"Oh yeah, babe, definitely sexy," She leaned forward, until her forehead was touching Rosalie's, and grinned at her. "Almost as sexy as you, as impossible as that seems." Rosalie quirked one brow, smoke drifting lazily from the end of the blunt as she watched Bella, before she inhaled and allowed the smoke to coat the inside of her mouth. It left a nice... strawberry taste after wards. She could understand why Bella loved strawberry, honestly, it smelled nice, and tasted fantastic.
"Hmm," she hummed, reaching up for the blunt, before Bella just pulled it from between her lips and stuck it between hers, her eyes sliding closed in stoner bliss. Really, it had to be illegal to feel this good. Oh wait, it was. She snickered, grinning at herself as she fell back on her bed, her legs just kind of naturally settling around Rosalie's hips as she stretched her arms above her head. "Quite the position you've put yourself in." Rosalie commented, smiling slyly.
"Only for you, sweetness," Bella replied, her reply carried by smoke up to Rosalie, who only giggled.
"Yeah, that's what all those jello shots on Vic meant, right, that this," She teasingly ran her fingers over the pale flesh between Bella's sleeping shorts and where her shirt had started to ride up. "Is only for me." Bella sat up, throwing her arms around Rosalie's shoulders, her glazed eyes seeming to gain some light as she glared lightly at Rosalie.
"Baby, that's the difference; in that," she gestured to where she had been reclining. "Position, you fuck me, when the only thing I ever do is the fucking. So yeah, that's all for you, babe."
"So what, you're offering to fuck me?"
"Bitch, fuck me. Shit, I'm cutting you off, you aren't cut out for this." Bella rolled effortlessly away from Rosalie, setting her Roach Trap back in the ashtray as she picked up her RooR and redeposited it in her closet, behind her dirty clothes bin. She turned, met with an angry Rosalie, arms crossed and hip cocked to the side.
'God damn perfect hips...' Bella allowed her eyes to slowly drift up to Rosalie's face, grinning and waving at her.
"Hola, may I help you? Or are you going to stop me from getting Dr. Watson?" Rosalie's arms fell, her stance relaxing as she grinned.
"Never mind then!" she chirped happily, actually skipping back over to the bed.
"Wow, Double D's, doesn't that hurt you?" Rosalie jumped onto the bed, snuggling up against Bella's pillow, pulling it between her breasts to hug like she had been hugging her own pillow hours earlier, only without the added 'god damn it, fuck inanimate objects' of her legs wrapped around it.
"Not as much as it could, I'm proportional," Rosalie grinned as Bella slowly made her way over, withdrawing Dr. Watson from the bottom drawer of her nightstand.
"That you are," Bella allowed her eyes to run up and down the length of Rosalie's body, Rosalie glancing over her shoulder at her and smiling.
"Like somethin' you see," Rosalie waggled her eyebrows as Bella grabbed her grinder again.
"Adoring it!" Bella nearly sung as she plopped back down on the bed, rolling Rosalie on her back so she could lay across her stomach. Bella grabbed her grinder and filled her Sherlock, so geniusly named 'Dr. Watson', with some weed still in the grinder. "Gotta love the Sharpstone."
"Best grinder ever," Rosalie agreed as she fumbled around for the lighter. She found underneath her. "Here."
"Thanks, Sugar Tits," Bella twanged at her, Rosalie smiling at the reminder of her twin. Oh Jasper... silly blond man that he was.
"You're welcome, Sex Muffin," Rosalie drawled in return, imitating Bella's accent perfectly. Hey, they were twins, they could do similar things, even if she never did what he did (drinking and banging sluts). Bella paused, the lighter barely touching the weed. She inhaled slowly, almost as an afterthought, before she turned to Rosalie, staring at her with narrowed eyes as she held in the smoke. She blew it out at the same time that she handed Dr. Watson over to Rosalie, this slow grin creeping over her face.
"You know, I like that name, start calling me that from now on," Bella demanded as Rosalie hit the bowl, one brow quirked in question.
"What?" she asked, sucking in more air before exhaling, smiling when Bella zeroed in on the smoke. Really, her and that damn 'mystical dragon' shit. "Sex Muffin?"
"Yes'um?" Bella answered, grinning again.
"You're seriously going to answer to that? I mean, really?"
"What?" Bella asked, giving her this innocent look. Rosalie sighed.
"Sex Muffin, you should stop smoking," She shook her head while Bella scowled and swiped Dr. Watson from her hands.
"Shit, ten years and still going strong! I dunno what your problem is, with two years-"
"Two and a half!"
"Under your belt, you should be the one giving up." Rosalie rolled her eyes, before blinking as her delayed thoughts finally caught up to her.
"Wait, ten years? Seriously, Sex Muffin, since you were eleven?" Bella grinned, nodding.
"Yyyyyyyep." Rosalie sat up a bit, giving her this 'what that fuck, bitch!' look that Bella just waved off. "Listen, SOL, I-"
"SOL?" Rosalie questioned as she lay back down.
"Sex on legs, ANYway, I've been smoking for years now, you know what sucks, it's always made me horny, and you've gotten hotter. I think it's cheating." She took her hit, blowing it out quicker than the last so she could continue, her voice taking that rougher quality of freshly recovering from smoke inhalation as she started. "But it's just whatever, I guess, not shit I can do but pant after dat ass."
"Fuck that bitch!" Rosalie called out loudly as she grabbed Dr. Watson. Something about being high really freed her from any worries... and really made her miss important facts. "Seriously, fuck her."
"Should I?" Bella questioned, smiling as she glanced at Rosalie. Gosh, she was gone already, wasn't she.
"Do it, Sex Muffin, just fuck that bitch, get it out and about! Be free, roam wild, like a moose!" Yep, totally gone. She was too high for her own good, and the fun had only just begun.
"Hmm, indeed," Bella murmured as Dr. Watson was passed back her way. She felt like Sherlock Holmes when she said it, and then had a, coloful glass, Sherlock Holmes pipe to really amp up the Holmesy vibe. She took one last hit before she moved up, her body nearly covering Rosalie's (as best as it could, at least) again as she set the bowl on her nightstand. She sat back, straddling Rosalie, who didn't seem to notice. "Rosie, dear, we need to have a chat."
"What's that, Sex Muffin?" she smiled coyly, her hands somehow ending up on Bella's hips (not that either minded)
"Ya see, doll face, if we are to be fucking, you understand what I'm saying right, as in, pussy sucking, licking, fucking, good time, right? You get that? Well, if we are to be doing that, I have a few rules," Rosalie's eyes were blank for a second, before they widened and she nodded. "Good girl, number one, this ass," she gestured to Rosalie as a whole. "Is mine now, 'sharing is caring' is bullshit, and if you want to fuck someone else, you better damn ask or include me in it. Two, this will be happening more often, if it's happening now, and you still have time to back down." Bella offered, before Rosalie rolled her hips up into Bella's and she shrugged. "Your choice, baby girl."
"Fuuuck," Rosalie groaned, bucking her hips up into the waiting mouth of one Isabella Swan. She wanted to pause and wonder how long she'd been craving this, years, she thought, definitely years, though it was only the last few that she'd been able to really tell what her feelings meant (she wanted to FUCK the SHIT out of her, or get fucked into a coma by her, whatever happened first), and only now that she could really get it out. She wasn't good with emotions, okay, she just knew how to manipulate them to her advantage, because she was hot, and an attention whore, it was second nature to her. Although Bella had avoided her for years... okay, so she'd never actually pursued Bella, suuure, whatever, point was, she was gettin' some now, and that was the only thing terribly important right now. "Bellaaa."
"Mm, mmm, baby girl," Bella murmured as she pulled away, already knuckle deep in pussy and pounding as hard as she could, comfortably. She was waiting for Little Rosie to beg for her, could someone really begrudge her the chance for such a blessing from the heavens? Fuck no! "Last I checked, that wasn't my name."
"Ahh, Bella!" Well, it was no Sex Muffin, but damn, it worked. She was still too high to care. This was almost like the Victoria fiasco from three months ago... but sooo much better, because it was Rosalie, and if she was being honest with herself, she'd been crushing on Rose for... ten years now? She didn't want to blame Rosalie for the smoking, but sometimes she did, and would then thank her and hug her and Rosalie would have no idea why. But Bella knew she secretly loved it, so...
"Scream for me, baby," Bella murmured as she leaned up, taking one pert, pink nipple in her mouth. Rosalie arched up into her, moaning, like, and she hated herself for thinking it, a class, mother-fuckin' A+ whore. Slave and mistress, she swore it was true! "Good girl." Bella grinned against the tan skin of Rosalie's breasts (yeah, Little Rosie liked to tan in the nude) before trekking her way up to Rosalie's throat and onward to her ear. "Now what do you want?"
"Harder," Rosalie panted, throwing her head back when Bella obliged. "Ohhh God!"
"Can't help you now, baby," Bella promised, nipping Rosalie's earlobe. She moaned again, louder than before, if possible, and fuck, her mouth was watering. Shit, that was what she was, Rosalie Hale was just- "So fucking mouth watering." Bella groaned as she slipped back down Rosalie's beautiful body. She'd once heard someone compare Rose to a goddess, she'd kicked his ass for DARING to call her Rose (fuck yeah, hers!) something so unfitting, because she was obviously a sexy, sexy, terribly sexy demon come to suck her soul out through her clit... at that time, assuming that Rosie would ever grow a metaphorical pair and actually fuck her. Fuck, she believed him though. She wanted to worship this body, as she had been doing for an hour or so now, only, without all the bullshit prayer. She preferred her teeth, tongue, lips, fingers... and so did Rosalie. Rosalie stiffened, letting out this breathtakingly sexy moan of absolute bliss (her fourth time this hour alone) before the perpetual arch of her back fell back against Bella's mattress. Bella sat back, her tongue running over her lips for any stray taste of Rosalie, which she (unfortunately) did not receive.
"Fuck, Bella," Rosalie murmured after she took a few moment to regain her breath. "I really do need to start calling you Sex Muffin."
"That's what I've been tellin' ya," Bella shrugged as she stood up, rolling her shoulders as she bent and grabbed the ashtray. She smiled when she heard Rosalie's whistle. How odd, what a reverse. She picked up the abandoned Roach Trap and her lighter and sat back on the bed, laying down next to Rosalie, her head on Rosalie's shoulder, and lit the blunt. "I'll be honest, I think I should pimp you out."
"Hmm?" Rosalie hummed as she ran her fingers through Bella's hair, taking the blunt when it was offered to her.
"Yep, just sell your ass on a street corner. I hate sharing, I really do, unless it's weed, cigs, or beer, proper etiquette dictates that those three are automatically shared amongst people," Bella started, rolling over, her arms snaking around Rosalie's naked waist. "But I'll be honest, I would make so fuckin' much money on you!"
"Hmmm," Rosalie smiled down at her. "Really now?"
"You're gorgeous, your body is a sin against nature, and I. Fucking. Love it. But the problem with selling you is that you entertain me... and I'd slice and dice the fuck out of anyone who even thought of touching what's mine."
"Yours, tad possessive, aren't we?" Rosalie arched one perfect brow and Bella smirked at her.
"Don't you know it! Sides," She rolled on her back, her arms behind her head, Rosalie fitting the blunt between her lips easily. "I worked too long and hard for this shit."
"Really, how long?" Rosalie rolled over, throwing one leg around Bella's hips, her arm snaking around Bella's waist. Hah, fuck those pillows! They could kiss her ass... if pillows ever grew lips. Oh hell no, that would not fly, not with Rosalie and her love of hugging them!
"... 'Bout ten years, if I'm being honest," Bella shrugged, Rosalie giggling.
"Really? That long?"
"Is 'really' all your going to contribute to this conversation, 'cause I can get you wet and moaning again, I prefer that." Rosalie giggled, nuzzling her head underneath Bella's chin. Or she could stay in this position... she preferred it.
"Sorry..." Rosalie murmured softly, her skin ghosting over Bella's exposed chest. "I've liked you since I was..."
"Ten," Bella murmured, Rosalie glanced up at her. "Out of respect for Alice, I haven't touched you."
"I wonder how Ali's gonna feel about that..." Rosalie grinned at her.
"Hey, you told me to do you, you demanded I did. So technically this is all on you." Rosalie smiled and sat up a bit to lean more towards Bella's face
"You could be," she breathed hotly, before moving back down the lay on Bella's chest again, Bella stroking her hair while she absently reached for the ashtray.
"I like the sound of that." She nodded to herself before she flipped them over. "Here comes moosey."
Just giggles, plotless sex, and stoners. It's all you need in life. Anyway, I figured with my flashdrive not anywhere near me, and it's probably at the other 'rentals home, I'd just finish this random fluffy, pot-scented smex and be done with it for a few days. You know what made me gasp today though, don't even go there, bitches, maybe later, but anyway, the insane amount of Jaspella. I was like "WTF!" and almost died. I swear. There should be more yuri here, you guys. Seriously.
Anyway, every name they called each other has either been used by me or I have been called that. My friend started calling me Sex Muffin the other day, because she felt like it, so... one of my nicknames was 'moose' but I just thought it would be a good. Baby, with added girl, doll, etc., is what I call all of my friends, especially babe, and sweetness, and... every endearing name I used, pretty much. Let it be known that i AM a pimp. And also that the Roach Trap was my idea. Suck it bitches.
Oh, um, the weed names were a couple of my favorite weeds, drinking the bong water, if you use Sobe Lifewater, is one of the best decisions of your life (don't otherwise. Trust me), and a Sharpstone really is the best grinder. The end. Stoners review and UNITE! And fuck, this is the longest one-shot I've written for fluffy sex. I love it. You know you do, DON'T LIE! XD But seriously, even if it's just a one-shot, review, because then I find my flashdrive and write more, yes? Yes... si. Sorry for any mistakes, by the way.