Hi, I Submit C And M For Leters And Rosalie/Bella For Pairing (I'm Sure They Can Be As Sweet As Carlisle

Hi, I submit C and M for leters and Rosalie/Bella for pairing (I'm sure they can be as sweet as Carlisle and Esme ;) )

C. A moment’s respite / M. When it rains/snows/storms

Oh this reminds me of A Rose By Any Other Name on Ao3 which I ADORE!

The glass doors that made up the side of the southern wall were open, letting the noise of the rain fill the house. Rosalie liked the rain here. She liked to watch it fall outside, to watch the drops as they hit the ground, billions of them as far as the eye could see. It was cosy inside. She leaned back on the sofa, Bella in her arms. Her fingers wove through brown hair. 

“I remember the first time I saw you in the rain,” she said quietly. Bella shifted between her thighs and rolled over so they were lying chest to chest, face to face. 

“Oh?” 

Rosalie smiled. “You smelled so good. I’d never smelled anyone so good.”

Bella buried her face into Rosalie’s neck and kissed her skin gently. “Do I smell bad now in comparison?” 

“Not at all. Less edible, though.” 

Bella laughed and sat up, straddling her wife. Her marble skin was still soft under Rosalie’s hands. “Less breakable, too. We could still catch up with the others if you want to play baseball.”

“I don’t. I want to stay here with you. We don’t get the house to ourselves often.”

“No, we don’t,” Bella agreed. She ran her hands up Rosalie’s chest and traced the skin at her throat. “It’s nice. I love our house, but this house feels like home, too.” 

Rosalie’s muscles tensed at Bella’s light touch and her lips parted. “It does. I like that it smells like everyone.” 

“Except me? Because I smell so different?” Bella teased. 

She laughed lightly and ran her hands over Bella’s waist. Carefully, she pulled at her shirt and slipped her fingers under the fabric to trace her skin. “You still smell like you. Just... more vampiric.” 

Bella’s breath hitched when Rosalie’s hand splayed on her back and traced down her spine. “Do I taste the same?” 

“No. Of course not.”

“Bad change?” 

Leaning up, Rosalie pressed a slow and deliberate kiss on her wife’s lips. “No,” she whispered against her mouth. “Better. I love your new taste. It makes me want you more than ever.” 

“I thought you wanted nothing more than my blood?” Bella asked, her voice wavering when Rosalie’s tongue traced her jaw up to her ear. 

Rosalie gently bit her lobe. “I’ll only admit this to you, but I was wrong. And I’m glad to be wrong. I want you more now as my wife than I ever did any other way.” 

Laughter filled the room when Rosalie squeezed her sides and span Bella onto her back on the sofa. It echoed through the house and into the garden through the open doors. 

“I still can’t believe it,” she breathed. Rosalie pushed up her shirt and pulled her body up to press it against her own as her kisses found their place at the sensitive spot just under her ear. Bella shivered. “Your wife. Your vampire bride.”

Rosalie’s kisses broke off as she laughed and pressed her forehead against Bella’s temple. “I’m trying to seduce you and you say that? That’s not half as alluring as you think it is!”

Bella wrapped her arms around Rosalie’s neck and laughed with her. “I’m sorry! Go on, keep trying to seduce me, I won’t say anything else. Keep going!” Rosalie’s kisses continued and Bella sighed. “Look at us. Mrs and Mrs Dracula.”

“For God’s sake, Bella!”

They both laughed loudly but when Rosalie tore Bella’s shirt free from her teeth much she didn’t feel much like joking anymore.