[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer. I just borrow her characters and let them do lovely things she would surely not approve of.

[A/N] I really wished I could be one of those people who are able to focus on one thing at a time. It would make my life so much easier but well, I guess, that's just me and I can't change the way my weird mind works. Plot bunnies are evil little monsters and so much stronger than me.

I promise to update my other stories as soon as my inspiration for them comes back but as for now, I hope you enjoy this little piece of Bella & Rosalie loving…

**She's perfect**

"She's just perfect." Rosalie whispered twisting one of my daughter's copper curls around her carefully manicured fingers. Apart from myself there was no one in our family who enjoyed spending time watching Renesmee sleep more than my blonde haired sister.

It was so incredibly peaceful and relaxing to watch my little girl in her sleep. Her tiny eyelids fluttered constantly making me wonder if she was dreaming right now. How strange that I now about a year after having been changed into a vampire could barely remember how it felt like to sleep myself.

"Sometimes when she turns on her back she snores with her mouth open."

"A child with many talents,"

I caressed my daughter's tiny hand and she instantly closed her fist around my finger. She was still growing so fast. Somehow I wished I could be able to slow down the process a bit. I didn't want this part of her life to be over so very soon.

"Why didn't you go hunting with the others?" I asked Rosalie when I pulled the blankets over the sleeping girl again.

"I didn't feel like spending some quality time in the middle of nowhere. Despite it's so relaxing to be here without someone snooping around in my head or constantly manipulating my emotions."

"I see."

I looked at her eyes that were pitch black now, the color forming a strong contrast to her blonde hair that fell down her back in soft waves. When I was still human I had considered Rosalie's hair a very bright honey tone. Now, I knew that it consisted of countless shades of copper, silver and gold that melted perfectly together. It looked smooth like silk and I bet it would feel even softer on my hands if I touched it.

Before I could think twice about what I was doing I reached forward to run my fingertips through the soft curls.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I…I thought you had something in your hair."

Thanks god for having lost the embarrassing habit of blushing whenever I attempted to tell a lie. Damn it, I shouldn't feel like it was necessary to tell a lie about why I wanted to touch her hair.

"Your hair is so lovely. I really wanted to touch it." I whispered finally, unable to look her in the eyes will I spoke.

"Thanks," she mumbled, standing up to put the fairytale book she had been reading to the little one back into the shelf.

"I can't tell you how grateful I am that she exists. That you decided to have her despite all the risks, despite of Edward being against you keeping the child."

I sighed deeply, trying to fight the urge to touch Rosalie's hair again while we walked down the stairs.

Both of us sat down on the couch in the living room where she instantly turned on the TV to flip through the channels. Her eyes stayed focused on the flat screen in front of her while somehow, for a reason I couldn't even tell felt unable to turn my own attention away from her beautiful face.

Yes, she was beautiful, more beautiful than I could ever be myself. Now, that I wasn't looking at her through the blurry eyes of a human I captured it even more. Rosalie was the most magnificent being the gods could have created.

"What are you thinking?" she whispered when she realized I was staring at her with my mouth wide open, probably resembling very much a fish on land who kept gaping desperately for air.

"Nothing,"

"You think nothing when you look at me for like ten minutes?"

"I'm sorry about that. It's nothing. Have you finally decided what you want to watch?"

"There's nothing on. Maybe we should try to make our own entertainment."

A smile flashed over her face and said smile made her pretty face light up even more. So beautiful, god, she was so beautiful that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I lowered my head but that turned out to be a stupid decision as I was peeking directly into her cleavage now. So soft, I wondered how the soft flesh would feel like when I would cup her breasts in my hands.

"Bella, what are you thinking?"

"What I always think when I look at you. What I always will think."

"And that is?"

I leaned closer, placing my hand on the fabric of her skirt, my fingertips brushed against the bare skin right above her knee.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I don't know why it is but somehow I could look at you for a thousand years and it still wouldn't be enough."

Slowly, she took my hand and placed it right above the place where her heart had once been beating when she had been alive. Now, although it had silenced so many years ago it almost made my own dead heart beat again in my chest. My fingers touched her cleavage, swirling over the edges of her shirt, hesitating to touch her deeper, to circle my fingers over her rosy nipples to feel them harden under my touch. What in heaven's name was wrong with me? I wasn't that way. I couldn't be that way…

"You feel it too, don't you?" she whispered, leaning over so that her breath tickled my face. Her scent, sweet and alluring floated up my nostrils and automatically I nodded my head, not even knowing what she meant with her words.

"Kiss me, Bella. You know you want to…,"

"Yes," I whispered hoarsely. "So very…so…"

Her lips were on mine before I could form any more words. Words weren't necessary right now. They didn't have a place here and I was sure there weren't any I know that were able to express how it felt like to have her mouth on mine. It's so light, so tender. The tip of her tongue glide up and down between my lips until I parted them a bit and she started to explore my mouth, massaging my own tongue with hers until the muscles in my stomach tightened and I heard myself growl against her full lips.

"I wanted to do that for such a long time." she confessed, running her thumb over my upper lip when she pulled back from the kiss. My knees were weak, I've never felt so weak before since I woke up into this new existence.

"I don't know why I want you so much."

"Do you need to have a reason? There is not a reason for everything that happens on earth. I want you, I always wanted you. Maybe that's the true reason why I was always so bitchy to you when you were still human. I didn't want to admit it to myself."

"But we are both women."

"That doesn't make me want you anything less. Did you never think of another woman like that before? Did you never…how shall I call it…experiment with one of your friends or something like that?"

"Why should I?"

"Because there is nothing that can compare to the amazing tenderness when two women make love,"

"Have you…I mean…did you ever?" my voice was trembling and when she wrapped her arms around my waist to stroke up and down my sides I instantly held my breath.

"When I was still human I had a very close friend, her name was Vera. One night when I slept over at her house she seduced me. She touching and caressing me all over my body is my very favorite human memory."

Her fingers moved higher on my sides and when she reached the small roundness of my breasts I shrugged back from her touch. This was wrong, I couldn't let that happen.

"I'm not like that."

She giggled and dropped her hands. Then she stood up from the couch again, twisting her long hair around her fingers until she let it fall down her shoulders again.

"That's exactly what I told Vera that night and still even after all these years whenever I think about how her tongue moved up and down between my folds I get all tingly."

"Please, Rosalie, stop talking like that."

"Fine, just like you want me to. I'm going to have a shower now and while I'm under the warm water I will be thinking about Vera…or you. Well, probably more about you."

With that she was gone, leaving me alone in the living room. I touched my mouth and when I licked my lower lip I could still taste her on me. I smelled her on me and then I couldn't stop thinking about what it had felt like to kiss her. So innocent and yet so exciting at the very same time.

I don't know how but a split second later I found myself in front of the bathroom door, entering the room before I have even time to think. My body acted way sooner than my mind is able to and maybe that's a good thing.

The entire bathroom was filled with steam and that steam carried her sweet scent that was now mixed up with a second component. It's tart and musky proving her arousal even before I heard her moan under the shower.

My clothes landed on a pile on the ground and when I pulled my panties down my legs I realized that I was already slick between my legs. How was it possible that she has this effect on my body?

I stepped inside the shower, pressing her wet body against mine. She turned her head and kissed me again, letting her tongue move gently against mine while my own hands stroked up and down her gorgeous curves.

She felt so good, so soft. Her body was so much like mine and yet so different. I turned her around and cupped her full breasts in my hand.

"Yes, just like that, Bella." she whispered while she reached out her hand to roll my pebbled nibbles between her thumb and her forefinger. The sensation that spread through my entire body while she played with the sensitive tips was beyond words. I felt the wetness pouring down my thighs and it had zero to do with the water pouring down on our bodies.

"I wanted you…for so very long. You have no idea how often I've touched myself while I imagined my hand being yours. Oh fuck…,"

She took my hand and guided it between her legs, making whimpering noises when my fingertips found the tiny nub above her entrance.

"Yes, oh, yes."

I kissed her mouth, nudging my tongue against hers in the same rhythm my fingers moved over her throbbing clit. I sensed she was close and the thought that I'm the one bringing her these pleasures was almost enough to trigger my own climax.

"I want to taste you." she murmured, flipping us over until she is hovering above me, her nipples brushing over my flat stomach while she kissed her way down my lower abdomen. When the tip of her tongue eventually reached my outer lips I cried out in sheer bliss. She parted them gently before she pressed a kiss on my inner lips, pulling first one then the other into her mouth to suckle on them until I felt her flipping the tip of her tongue over my clit.

I pulled her lower body above me close towards my own mouth desperate to caress Rosalie's slick folds with my mouth, to savor her essence on my tongue.

The world around me blurred and then there was nothing around me anymore apart from her. Her taste in my mouth, her tongue between my legs doing so heavenly things while I lapped on her pulsating pearl and her fingers, first two, then a third one pressing into me. I shoved my tongue into the slick tightness of her entrance, feeling her walls clench around it a few seconds later. Her fingers inside me rubbed against a spot that made me see lights in front of my eyes before I finally convulsed around her fingers. I moaned her name while I came harder than I had ever come before. My body trembled all over for several minutes while wave after wave of my climax rushed through me. She continued stroking me gently while I panted heavily against her own bare folds.

God, even down here she's beautiful, I thought, pulling the outer lips apart to plant a last kiss on her trembling inner labia that was still coated in her sweet essence.

We stood up again and I squeezed some scented body wash on my hands to rub it all over her body. Her mouth found mine and when I tasted myself on her lips I plucked my tongue between her luscious lips, enjoying how our essences melted together into one.

"Nobody can ever know about this." I whispered when she started to add a bit of my beloved strawberry shampoo into the length of my damp hair before she started massaging my scalp with her fingertips.

"Why would I tell anyone? This is just about us, just about me and you. No one apart from us needs to know about it."

I nodded my head and leaned back to enjoy her caresses for a few more moments until we eventually stepped out of the shower, wrapping warm towels around our bodies. She leaned forward and planted a kiss between my breasts.

"I'm not going to tell you how I feel about you. It would only make everything even more complicated."

I run my fingers through the messy curls of her long hair that now framed her beautiful face like a curtain of wet gold.

"I know." I whispered so low that my voice was barely audible. "I know how you feel about me."

"Shhh," she murmured, pressing her forefinger against my lips.

"I know that you know that's all that matters."

"Do you know how I feel about you?"

"I think you don't even know that yourself, Bella."

She planted a soft kiss right beneath my earlobe before she pulled back again, turning around to brush her hair in front of the steam covered mirror at the other side of the bathroom.

I took the brush from her and start combing through the silkiness of her hair. Yes, she's right I thought. I have no clue how I feel about her. All I know is that somehow she's just perfect for me.