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One thing about the Cullens is that you notice when they’re not around just as much as you do when they are. Bella knows now that the Cullens disappearing for days at a time is a way to avoid drawing too much attention for the vampire traits they can’t quite hide, but she does find it a little funny that the family seems to garner even more attention when they’re absent for days on end.
Her friends laugh and make pointed guesses about where the Cullens could possibly be right now. One of her favourites is that they’re a mob family and Carlisle is pulling them out of school to send them undercover.
It’s not like she has any burning desire to see the Cullen family right now—ever since her relationship with Edward had sparked and then subsequently sizzled out, most of the Cullens don’t go out of their way to talk to her. She doesn’t really mind anyway. She and Rosalie were never really friends, she doesn’t know if Jasper ever actually liked her at all, and she never had much in common with Emmett.
There is one exception to all that; Alice Cullen, who has never once seen Bella in a school hallway and left her alone. Alice Cullen, with her introspective gold eyes and the wispy black hairs that frame her face. Alice Cullen, who seems dead set on capturing Bella for herself, always cornering her in corners of the school where no one else is around.
Bella doesn’t quite know what to make of Alice.
Speak of the devil—Alice enters the cafeteria mere moments later, flanked by the rest of her family. Bella’s gaze flies over the rest of the family, not even sparing a glance at Edward before catching onto Alice.
She’s wearing an almost sheer white blouse, paired with wide-legged black jeans. Her neck is adorned with layers of necklaces just as it usually is and her golden eyes sweep over the cafeteria with a curiosity that Bella’s never seen matched by anyone.
Bella watches the Cullens walk over to their usual spot, their table having been left empty for the past few days that they’ve been absent, no one in school daring to sit in the Cullens’ seats. Just before she sits down, Alice’s gaze lands on Bella, both of them staring straight at each other for a few moments.
Bella’s stomach turns; she feels incapable of looking away. She’s frozen under Alice’s gaze until Alice breaks their shared stare first, waving her fingers at Bella. Bella waves back, a smile itching at the corner of her lips. The Cullens have a gaze that can make you feel like nothing—they turn their eyes on you and you’re nothing more than a pest to them. Alice isn’t like that. When Alice looks at you, she bestows importance on you. Alice looks at you and you feel lucky. You feel like you’re worth something.
Alice is sitting down at her table, no longer looking at Bella and the absence of her gaze sends a shiver down Bella’s spine. At the same time, she feels a sharp pain in her stomach. Groaning, she throws her backpack over her shoulders and stands up. She’s pretty certain that having a period is one thing about being human that Alice and Rosalie definitely don’t miss.
“I’m heading to the bathroom,” she announces to her friends. She doesn’t like the bathroom closest to the cafeteria—it’s always way too crowded and frankly, extremely dirty—so she tends to default to going to a bathroom in the opposite corner of the school. It’s a farther walk, but there’s almost never anyone in there and it’s a lot cleaner.
Dropping her backpack onto the sink counter, Bella starts digging through it for a pad. She knows she put an extra in there somewhere this morning. Fidgeting on her feet, she rifles through loose papers, no spare pad to be found. She curses under her breath, zipping up her backpack. She’ll just have to check how bad it is and pray she can survive the day without needing to ask anyone to borrow one.
She’s halfway inside a stall when a hand stops the door from closing, holding it a crack open. With a roll of her eyes, Bella calls out, “Sorry, occupied!”
“Even for me?” comes Alice’s melodic voice as she pulls the stall door open, grinning at Bella.
“Considering I need to have uh lady business to attend to, I have to close this door to you too,” Bella says with a little bit of a laugh.
“Oh, come on, Bella, we’re both girls. You can say you’re on your period,” Alice says and with a flick of her wrist, wrenches the stall door completely open. “Besides, I could smell you from across the cafeteria.”
Bella stares blankly at her. “Can you always smell everyone on their periods?”
“No,” Alice’s response is short and clipped, her voice low as she leans in close. “Just yours.”
Bella’s eyes find Alice’s golden ones, her head angled just slightly down to look at Alice. Alice is completely still, hard as a porcelain statue, the way the Cullens are when they’re not around humans. Alice is typically good at acting animated—she breathes though she doesn’t need to, she fidgets from foot to foot, and she moves gracefully like each step is a practiced dance move. Now, there is no rise and fall of her chest. There is no twitch of her fingers, fidgeting with the fabric of her coat. There is nothing human in her stance. She’s looking at Bella, her lips ever so slightly parted and her eyes fervent with desire.
Alice brushes Bella’s hair behind her head and then leans in close, her lips grazing the top of Bella’s ear as she whispers, “And you smell absolutely delicious.”
Her hand snakes its way around Bella’s waist, pulling Bella in until they’re flush against each other. She pulls the door of the stall closed, making sure to shut it with the click of the lock and she then pushes Bella against the wall of the stall, Bella’s back straight against the wall and Alice’s chest against hers. She spares a glance at where Alice’s hand is pressed against the wall to the side of her head, her fingers making deep grooves in the wall.
“Alice, wait—”
“Bella,” Alice breathes out, something animalistic in her gaze, “I want you.”
Bella presses her hands against Alice’s chest, her fingers tightening as they grip the white fabric of her shirt. She can feel Alice’s skin underneath, impossibly hard and smooth to the touch. Alice’s hand brushes Bella’s hair out of her face and Bella gets a clear view of Alice’s face.
Her wispy black hair frames her face just perfectly, giving her the feel of something otherworldly. Vampires are all beautiful, Bella knows this to be a fact, but there’s something about Alice. She isn’t classically beautiful like Rosalie or Edward, but there’s something ethereal about her. There’s magic in the curve of her cheekbones and the cupid’s bow of her lips. She’s impossible to reach, dancing just outside of the grip of everyone who tries to have her, but she’s right here in Bella’s arms and she’s corporeal. She’s real. She might not look it, but she is.
“But—”
“Do you want me too?” Alice asks, pressing her hand against Bella’s cheek. It’s cold against her skin and yet something about it is comforting.
Bella wants to grab onto Alice and reel her in. She wants to feel everything that is so magic about her. She wants to be the first person to really have Alice Cullen.
Bella nods. “Yes. Yes, I do,” her reply is almost breathless as Alice presses closer and closer. Bella can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, almost funny to her as she looks at Alice’s pale cheeks, lacking the blood necessary to blush. “But, Alice,” Bella interjects in a hushed tone, Alice peeling back from Bella far enough to be able to see her face, “I’m on my period.”
Alice laughs, a sound that rings in Bella’s ears like it’s never going to stop. “Bella, dear, what makes you think a little blood is enough to scare me off?”
Alice wastes no further time before capturing Bella’s lips in a kiss. She kisses Bella like she’s trying to devour her whole, her teeth scraping against the skin of Bella’s lips. Bella kisses back just as desperately—she’s just as hungry for Alice as Alice is for her.
She tangles her fingers into Alice’s short black hair, grasping onto strands of hair to ground herself to reality. Alice grinds against her as they kiss, Bella’s back repeatedly knocking against the wall of the bathroom stall.
“Fuck,” Alice murmurs around the kiss, groaning as she ruts against Bella, dry humping her while still completely clothed. She makes quick work of unbuttoning Bella’s shirt, fumbling with the buttons as she eagerly tries to keep her lips on Bella’s.
Bella drops her hands to Alice’s, trying to help with the buttons. Alice curses again, fed up with the shirt, but unable to tear her lips away from Bella’s to get a clearer view of the situation, and in one swift movement, she yanks the front of Bella’s shirt, the cloth tearing open and buttons clinking against the tiled floor. Bella’s plaid button-up falls to the floor in a heap of ripped fabric. Her bra goes next, Alice unclipping it in one smooth motion and landing right on top of the shirt.
“Alice—fuck, Alice—” Bella’s plea breaks off into a moan as Alice grabs fistfuls of her breasts. She continues attacking Bella’s lips, teeth and tongues clashing against each other as she gropes Bella’s breasts.
Alice pinches one of Bella’s nipples between her fingers, pulling it in a way that gets Bella’s head to snap backwards, banging against the wall with a choked-out moan. Alice takes the opportunity to move her head down, brushing her lips against the skin of Bella’s neck.
She inhales deeply, kissing Bella’s neck and sucking at the skin. Bella’s legs begin to twitch and her hands go right under Alice’s shirt, reaching for her back and clawing at the skin. She knows that logistically, she’s not leaving any marks on the stone skin of a vampire, but she still frantically scratches at Alice’s back, trying to steady herself as Alice continues to trail kisses down her neck.
Feeling Bella’s knees wobble, Alice hooks her arms under Bella’s thighs and lifts her up so that her breasts are at Alice’s eye level.
“You’re strong,” Bella gasps and it takes her a second to remember that Alice literally has super strength.
Alice laughs again, “You can be a little louder, dear. There’s no one anywhere near this hallway.”
As if right on cue, Alice trails her kisses down Bella’s chest right to her breasts and the sound that Bella makes is downright sinful.
Bella had no idea just how good Alice was with her mouth. She uses her teeth in all the right places, just lightly scraping to avoid an actual bite and each touch sends shivers through Bella’s body.
The way Alice touches her is so full of reverence. Alice trails kisses across Bella’s breasts, sucking at the tender skin of one while pinching the nipple of the other. She worships the body she’s touching. Bella follows Alice’s advice, letting moans and curse words slip out of her lips.
It doesn’t feel like they’re even in school anymore. They’re somewhere else entirely, suspended in time because the only thing that matters is the way Alice touches her, gentle and full of grace.
Alice kisses Bella’s nipple, swirling her tongue over it. Bella bites her tongue, something between a gasp and moan falling out of her mouth as Alice sucks harder on her nipple. Alice’s hands are holding tight to Bella’s thighs, suspending Bella in the air as she sucks on Bella’s breasts like she’s trying to devour Bella whole.
Lowering Bella to the ground, Alice raises her head from Bella’s boobs and Bella uses the opportunity to make quick work of Alice’s blouse. She’s not able to tear it off as Alice had done with hers, but it only takes slight maneuvering for Alice to raise it over her head, tossing it to the side and unclipping her bra next.
Alice’s breasts are small and perky and Bella savours each moment that she gets to spend looking at them. Alice’s skin is pale as porcelain; Bella wishes she could mark it up and show the world that Alice Cullen had been right in her hands. She reaches for Alice’s breasts, filling her hands with the soft skin and pushing Alice against the wall. She kisses Alice desperately, fervently, hungrily, all while playing with the tender skin of Alice’s breasts.
She doesn’t even notice her pants sliding to the ground, her padded underwear following shortly after as Alice had undone the zipper of her jeans while Bella had been too busy worshipping her boobs. It’s a mess of hands and mouths as Alice reaches down to finger Bella’s folds, neither of them pulling away from their kiss for more than a few seconds at a time.
Bella gasps as Alice presses her fingers against her wet folds, exploring her body like it’s uncharted territory. A shiver runs down Bella’s spine and then Alice pulls her fingers away, instantly leaving Bella craving the feeling of her hands.
Alice raises her hand, licking Bella’s wetness off her fingers and then immediately pressing a sloppy kiss against Bella’s lips. “You’re so wet for me already,” Alice says between kisses.
Bella pulls away slightly, leaving her face just inches away from Alice’s. “Alice, I—” Bella manages between pants, her breath hot on Alice’s face. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll be gentle.” Alice smiles and then she opens the door of the bathroom stall. Bella stumbles backwards, hardly able to walk properly. Alice is in front of her before even a second passes, lifting Bella up and placing her on the sink counter. Bella glances at the door of the bathroom, closed and locked which Alice must have done right when she’d first entered. Alice places both of her hands on Bella’s thighs and then pries them open. She reaches between Bella’s legs, her fingers finding the warmth of Bella’s cunt. She rubs her fingers around Bella’s pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Bella’s entire body.
Bella throws her head backwards, the type of pleasure she’s feeling right now being entirely foreign. Alice teases at Bella’s entrance, pressing her fingers right to the entrance of her vagina and then pulling them away just as fast.
She’s on one of the last days of her period right now so there isn’t an obscene amount of blood, but when Alice pulls her fingers away, they come coated with a mixture of Bella’s blood and wetness.
“You’re so beautiful. You look so perfect.” Alice leans forward, pressing a messy kiss on Bella’s lips as she resumes her assault on Bella’s pussy. She continues to tease right at the entrance, just barely dipping her fingers in and then removing them, flicking her clit in a way that sends a shock through Bella’s body with each flick. Bella squirms involuntarily, her body begging for Alice to be inside her. She feels completely empty without Alice inside her.
“Alice, please, just—just fuck me,” Bella manages, her entire body shaking with pleasure.
Alice smirks and then curls her fingers into Bella’s vagina. “As you wish, dear.”
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Bella moans as Alice starts with one finger and then adds another, pumping in and out of her pussy. Alice’s grin is self-satisfied as she watches Bella throw her head back with pleasure, unable to even mutter any coherent words as Alice fucks Bella on her fingers.
She rubs Bella’s clit with her thumb while continuing this barrage on her pussy and then she adds a third finger, stretching out her hole. Bella begins blabbering incoherently, trying to voice to Alice just how good this feels only to end up letting out a choked sob instead.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” Alice says breathlessly. “You’re doing so well, Bella. You’re so good. Such a good girl.” Alice continues to pump her fingers in and out of Bella, curling them to hit her sensitive spot. Bella blabbers something that’s meant to be an agreement and Alice immediately catches onto what she means. “Oh, you like being my good girl?”
Bella nods frantically, her walls clenching down on Alice’s fingers. It’s only a few more thrusts of Alice’s fingers before Bella comes all over her hands, biting down on her tongue to stop herself from screaming. Her orgasm sends shivers down her whole body, her sensitive cunt throbbing with pleasure and waves of heat emanating from her body. Alice pulls her hand away from Bella’s pussy, blood and cum covering her fingers.
Alice raises her hand, pressing two of her fingers into her mouth and sucking Bella’s juices off of them. “You taste absolutely delicious, Bella,” Alice murmurs, savouring the taste of Bella on her tongue.
She raises her index finger, still covered in cum and she presses it against Bella’s lips. Leaning forward, she kisses Bella around her finger and Bella can’t help but kiss back. Their lips barely touch around Alice’s finger and Bella can taste her own cum as her lips lap up all the juices coating Alice’s finger.
“Good girl,” Alice whispers, pulling away from the kiss, leaving Bella still kissing her finger.
Bella’s body feels spent as she tries to recapture whatever feeling she’d had in her body before she’d been racked by a full-body orgasm. She pants heavily, finally managing to catch her breath. Bella moves to get off the counter, but Alice’s firm hands grab onto her thighs and hold her in place.
“Bella, love, did you think we were done?” Alice asks, getting down onto her knees. “Did you think it’d be possible for me to leave without getting to taste you firsthand?”
“Alice, the blood—”
“Trust me when I say the blood will not be a problem,” Alice says and then she leans in, wrenching open Bella’s thighs and diving into her pussy. Alice licks a trail up Bella’s pussy, her tongue poking at her slick entrance.
Bella looks down at her, Alice’s face framed by Bella’s thighs and her golden eyes looking up at Bella. She holds eye contact with Bella while she sucks on Bella’s folds. Bella grips the edge of the counter, her fingertips tightening as her whole body is racked with waves of pleasure. Alice buries her face into Bella’s pussy, lapping at her juices like a starved man who could only ever be satisfied by one thing. She sucks on Bella’s clit, her tongue swirling around it in a way that sends shivers down Bella’s spine.
“Alice, oh God, Alice—” Bella breaks off into a moan as Alice shoves her tongue into Bella’s vagina, fucking her deep with her tongue. Bella shudders, whimpering, “Alice, I’m gonna—”
Her second orgasm rushes through her, coming right onto Alice’s face. Bella’s thighs tremble as she tries to recover for a second time from the soul-encompassing pleasure that Alice has just given her.
Alice slowly pulls away from Bella’s pussy, her mouth wet with cum and blood. She looks up at Bella, still not looking entirely satisfied. With the blood on her lips, she looks ravenous. A part of Bella wonders if Alice is at all overcome with the urge to bite her and turn her right now.
“You’re the best-tasting thing I’ve ever eaten.” Alice licks her lips, not letting any part of Bella go to waste. She stands up to kiss Bella again and Bella can taste her own juices on Alice’s lips.
Leaving Bella on the counter to regain strength in her legs, Alice glides over to the stall where their forgotten clothes lay on the floor. Alice pulls on her bra and shirt and she looks exactly the picture of elegance that she always does, no sign on her that she just ravaged another girl in the bathroom.
She picks up Bella’s clothes as well, handing over all of them except for the button-up which now lacks all of its buttons. “I hope this wasn’t one of your favourite shirts,” Alice says, examining the damage that she did.
Bella laughs softly, “No, it’s fine. It was old anyway.”
She hops off the counter, her legs wavering the second they touch the ground. Alice is next to her before she falls, holding her upright and Bella is pretty sure the way Alice’s hands are gripping her still-exposed boobs is entirely intentional.
“Here,” Alice says, digging through her own backpack and handing Bella what looks to be a spare shirt. It’s a black vest in Alice’s style and people will definitely know it isn’t Bella’s, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.
“Thanks.” Bella nods, pulling the shirt on.
Alice waves a hand dismissively and then seems to light up. “Oh, right, something else too! Here!” Alice passes over a pack of pads, the package unopened.
Bella stares at it blankly. “I thought you guys didn’t get periods?”
“I bought them for you, Bella. When I smelt that you were on your period,” Alice explains, leaving the package of pads in Bella’s hand and then whisking away to the door of the bathroom. “We should probably head to class. We’ll do this again some other time. See you!” She blows a kiss at Bella and then she disappears.