AN: HELLO! Another update. hehe I promised, right? Well, I guess my words don't amount to much right now, but I am serious about actually trying my best to make writing my main job. I'm seriously giving it my best shot, even invested in a laptop(a potato one).
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SOME RANDOM LESBIAN BAR IN PARIS AFTER THE EVEREST EDGY VAMP MISSION
ROBIN'S POV
Paris was everything you'd expect and then some. Romantic, mysterious, and the absolute perfect place for trouble—which, lucky for me, came naturally. So when I found out there was a secret, women-only club that catered to the lesbian elite, my first thought was, We're going. Tonight.
Rosalie, however, needed some convincing.
"A club?" she repeated, arching a perfect blonde brow. "What's the point? People go there to find someone, and I already have you."
I scoffed, flopping dramatically onto the plush hotel bed. "Rosie, Rosie, Rosie. You're missing the point entirely. This isn't about finding someone—it's about being seen. We are two literal works of art, and the world deserves to admire us. Plus…" I added with a sly grin, "Think of it as foreplay. A little public teasing before the private fun."
That got her attention. She tried to hide her smirk but failed miserably. "You're impossible."
"Impossible to resist," I quipped, already digging through the closet for outfits.
Fast forward a few hours, and there we were: walking into the most exclusive sapphic club in Paris like we owned the place. Actually, scratch that. We did own the place, at least for tonight. Heads turned the second we stepped inside. The music pulsed, the air was thick with expensive perfume, and all eyes were on us.
Rosalie was breathtaking in a sleek black dress that hugged her every curve. Me? I went with red—bold, confident, and impossible to ignore. Together, we were the kind of couple people wrote poems about. Or novels. Or, in this case, whispered about in awe.
The dance floor was calling, and I wasn't about to waste time. "Come on," I said, grabbing Rosalie's hand.
"Robin," she began, her voice skeptical. "I don't—"
"Shh," I interrupted, dragging her toward the center. "Just follow my lead."
And follow she did.
The music was loud, the lights were dim, and the vibe was electric. Rosalie moved like she was born to dance, her hands on my hips, guiding me with an elegance that only centuries of practice could bring. Me? I added a little more flair—hip sways, playful spins, the occasional toss of my hair. The crowd around us parted instinctively, giving us space like we were royalty.
"See?" I murmured, leaning in close. "Told you this would be fun."
She didn't answer, but the tiny smile playing on her lips told me everything I needed to know.
Now, here's the thing about Rosalie and me: we don't do subtle. If we're in love, the whole world's going to know about it. So naturally, we weren't shy about a little PDA. Okay, a lot of PDA. Kisses, lingering touches, whispered words that would've made Rosalie's cheeks pink in the most adorable way.
The crowd couldn't get enough.
But then we started picking up on the whispers. Because, you know, vampire hearing.
"Wow, the blonde is definitely the top," someone said.
"Look how protective she is! She's totally the 'man' in the relationship," another added.
I froze mid-dance, my jaw dropping. "Oh, hell no."
Rosalie, ever the graceful goddess, was trying (and failing) not to laugh. "Let it go, Robin."
"Let it go?" I repeated, turning to her with wide eyes. "They think you're the top!"
Her lips twitched, and I knew I was in trouble. "Well… I am the responsible one."
I gasped, clutching my chest as she'd stabbed me. "Oh, no. You did not just say that."
"Relax, darling," she teased, leaning in so her breath tickled my ear. "You know what happens behind closed doors."
I narrowed my eyes at her. Two could play this game.
Stepping closer, I whispered in her ear, "Like last week when you—"
Whatever I said next (and no, I'm not repeating it), had Rosalie been physically able to, she would be blushing so hard that one would think she might spontaneously combust. She buried her face in my neck, her hands gripping my arms like I was her lifeline.
The crowd noticed, of course. Because why wouldn't they?
"Is… is she blushing?" someone whispered.
"What did the white hair say to her?"
I turned my head just enough to catch their eyes, flashing them a smug grin. The kind of grin that said, Yeah, I'm in charge. Deal with it.
The whispers turned into full-blown murmurs of awe, and honestly? I was living for it. Rosalie, however, was not.
The jealousy spiraled...
Things took a turn when Rosalie's hyper-sensitive vampire nose picked up something she didn't like.
"Robin," she said, her voice low.
"What's up?" I asked, still riding high on my victory.
Her eyes scanned the room, narrowing slightly. "I can smell them."
"Smell who?"
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Everyone in this club. They're… aroused."
I blinked, caught off guard. "Oh."
Her expression darkened. "They're all looking at you."
"And you, babe... They're looking at us?" I asked, not quite following.
"And I don't like it."
Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the exit.
"Wait, Rosie, hold on—"
"Nope. We're leaving," she said firmly, her tone brooking no argument.
I couldn't help but laugh, though. "Jealous much?"
"Don't push me, Robin," she warned, her grip on my hand like a vice.
As we passed the crowd, I couldn't resist one last look back. Dozens of eyes were still on us, most of them filled with longing or curiosity.
I smirked, blowing them a kiss. Let them watch.
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Hotel
The door slammed shut behind us, and Rosalie turned to me with a look that was a mix of frustration and hunger. "Robin," she said, her tone sharp but breathless. "Do you enjoy driving me insane, or is it just a side effect of your existence?"
I smirked, kicking off my shoes with a flourish. "Oh, Rosie, darling, driving you insane is the main course. Everything else is just dessert."
I love it... I really, really do do... I know I shouldn't, jealousy is an ugly feeling to have, but guuuuuurl... if you're at the receiving end, and the one at the other end is Rosalie? I rarely(lies) do it, but I do like painting, seeing the green in my wife's eyes as her gaze promises me things that would be done to me later... things that could make nuns and priests convert to worship Sappho.
Her golden eyes narrowed. She was annoyed, yes, but beneath that, I could see the flicker of something far more primal. I could feel it too-the tension crackling in the air between us.
"Well," I said, crossing the room and pressing her against the wall, "are you going to pout all night, or are you going to let me show you how much I missed you?"
Rosalie's breath hitched, her hands coming up to rest on my waist. "You think you're in charge here, Darling?"
Oh, that did it. Darling, she wanted to play this game? Fine.
I grinned, my supernatural strength kicking in as I spun her around and pinned her hands above her head. "Oh, Rosie," I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "I think it's time we reminded you who's really in charge."
Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. But then her lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, really?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Really."
Before she could respond, I reached into the drawer of our nightstand and pulled out the fluffy cuffs I'd had specially made.
"Robin," she said, her voice dripping with incredulity. "Are those what I think they are?"
"Custom-made, reinforced for vampire strength," I said proudly, holding them up for her inspection.
Rosalie blinked. "You... you made engineers create sex toys for vampires?"
I shrugged, snapping one cuff around her wrist and then the other. "What can I say? Regular cuffs just don't cut it with our strength. Plus, do you know how much stuff I've broken trying to improvise?"
She gawked at me, torn between amusement and exasperation. "And the Volturi just... agreed to this?"
I laughed, tugging her toward the bed. "Oh, honey, the older the vampire, the kinkier they are. Trust me, those kings have seen some things."
Rosalie rolled her eyes, but the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away. "You're ridiculous."
"And you love me for it," I said, pushing her onto the bed and stepping back.
Now it was time for the main event. I grabbed the remote, queued up a song, and let the music fill the room. As the beat kicked in, I started to move, slow and deliberate.
Rosalie's eyes were glued to me, her lips parted slightly as I danced just for her. My gift-my ability to enhance any experience with my voice-came into play as I started singing along, every note wrapping around her like a spell.
"Robin," she whispered, her voice trembling.
I grinned, swaying my hips and running my hands down my body. "What's the matter, Rosie? You look like you want to say something."
Her hands strained against the cuffs, her entire body taut with desire. "Untie me," she demanded.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not yet. You still haven't said the magic words."
Her glare could have melted steel, but I held my ground. This was my show, and she was going to play by my rules.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she sighed. "Fine. I'll be... I'll be good."
I arched a brow, crossing my arms. "Good what?"
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away. "A good... bottom."
Satisfied, I climbed onto the bed and straddled her. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
She muttered something under her breath, but I ignored it. The rest of the night was a blur of passion and intensity, my supernatural strength allowing me to overpower her in ways that left her breathless and begging for more.
As things reached their peak, an instinctual urge took over. My teeth ached, and I felt the overwhelming desire to bite her, to claim her in the most permanent way possible.
But just as I was about to give in, the door burst open.
''Stop!" a voice shouted.
Before I could react, a hand grabbed me by the neck and yanked me away from Rosalie.
The next few seconds were chaos. My vampire instincts went into overdrive, and Rosalie's did too. The sight of someone else in our space, someone seeing her vulnerable, exposed, triggered something primal in both of us.
I broke free from the grip on my neck, spinning around to face the intruder. It was Alice, looking frantic and apologetic. Behind her, Jasper and Edward were trying to calm Rosalie down, but it wasn't working.
"You have three seconds to look away," I snarled, my voice low and dangerous. "Or I'll make you burn your own eyeballs."
Alice, to her credit, immediately averted her gaze. Jasper and Edward followed suit, their hands raised in surrender.
"Good," I hissed, grabbing a sheet to cover Rosalie.
The tension in the room was palpable as the three intruders stood there, awkward and clearly regretting every life choice that had led them to this moment.
Finally, Alice broke the silence. "I can explain."
"Oh, you better," I said, my tone sharp enough to cut glass.
And with that, the chaos of the night reached a new level.
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AN: Another chappy down. Also, another bun was interrupted from being shoved in the oven by our dear ol' pixie. If you were in our girls' place, what would you feel? What would you do?
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