9 comments/ 11663 views/ 3 favorites Stranger Ch. 01 By: CrimsonKiss Rosalie sighed as she ran around her flat, picking up the things she would need for the day. '...Mobile, keys, wallet,' she murmured to herself, carelessly throwing the items into her bag. With one last glance around her apartment, she grabbed a granola bar for breakfast and left. Leaving her apartment block, she heard a ringing coming from her bag, and rummaged around for a while before pulling out her cell phone. 'Yes?' she answered impatiently 'Nice to hear from you too Rose,' came the quirky voice from the speaker 'Sorry Jen I'm going to be late for work again, can you make it quick?' 'Sure thing, just wondering if you wanted to come out tonight with me, Sienna and Abby?' Rose groaned quietly, spending time with that bitch Sienna was the last thing she wanted to do. But she hadn't seen her best friend Jenny in such a long time, and she loved spending time with Abby. 'I know you don't like her,' Jenny said, responding to the silence, 'But she'll behave, I promise' 'Fine, I'll get a cab over to your place around 7 and then you can tell me what we're doing, but now I really have to go, bye!' Rosalie hung up before Jenny could get another word out and shoving her cell back into her bag, she ran down the stairs for the subway praying that she would make it to work on time. ---------------------- Rosalie only had 10 minutes at home before she had to leave to make it to Jenny's on time. She ran into the bathroom and impatiently pulled a brush through her long, wavy chestnut hair. She scrutinized her outfit in the mirror, deciding that the blue silk dress that came mid-thigh would be appropriate for whatever Jenny had planned for them that night. Looking in the mirror at herself, she saw a fairly average 21 year old woman, who on a good day looked almost pretty. However, outsiders looking at her were usually blown away by her shiny hair, inky blue eyes, pale skin and pouting lips. She had always been quite tiny for her age at 5 ft 6, and she had a small waist and breasts, making her look a lot younger then she actually was. She quickly applied a bit of mascara and eye liner, and left her apartment when she heard her cab beeping outside. She had just raised her fist to knock on Jens door when it swung open. Looking at her best friend, she grinned. Jen had opted to wear a fluorescent pink mini dress, complete with 4 inch silver stilettos. Rosalie couldn't hold back the laughter as Jen did a twirl to show off her outfit. 'No one but you would be able to pull that off,' Rosalie commented striding into the apartment. 'I know, that's why I'm wearing it,' Jen responded with a cheeky grin, 'I'm hoping to turn a few heads tonight.' 'So are you going to tell me where we're going?' Rosalie asked opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. 'Only if you promise not to change your mind and go back home,' came Jens response. Rosalie glared at her, wondering what her friend had planned for their evening. 'Okay, so I know someone who knows someone who owns this new club that's just opened up in town, and he put our names down on the guest list,' Jenny said turning away from Rosalie, 'And I know you hate clubs and everything but it'll be good for you to just enjoy yourself for one night.' Rosalie groaned her dreams of a quiet evening in a bar going out the window. Jenny looked at her, batting her eyelashes with an innocent look. Rosalie rolled her eyes, 'Fine, we can go, but that doesn't mean I'm happy and it DOES mean that you owe me for this.' Jenny grinned to herself, knowing that Rose would never be able to say no to her, and gave her a quick hug before pulling her out the apartment. 'The others are meeting us there, so let's get the night started!' Jenny sang as they left her flat. ---------------------- Rosalie pushed her way through the crowd, trying to find her table. The pounding music in the background was starting to give her a headache and all she wanted to do was leave, but she had already promised Jenny she wouldn't leave before midnight. Locating her table, she made her way towards it. Jen, Sienna and Abby were sitting around a table laughing at something or the other. Out of the 4 of them, Sienna had always been the most glamorous, the most gorgeous, and the one that got the most attention. At 6 foot, she had the height, and appearance of a model. Her golden blonde hair was cropped into a cute pixie cut, and her baby blue eyes were framed by long thick lashes. One look at her and most men were left speechless. However, her cold bitchy demeanor more then cancelled out her stunning looks. Sitting down next to Abby, she noticed the neat row of shots that were sitting on the table. Noticing her look, Jenny rolled her eyes, 'Come on Rose, what's the point in even coming to a club if you're not gonna go a bit wild.' Placing the shot glass in Rosalie's hand, Jenny grabbed one for herself and downed it. As Abby and Sienna followed suit, Rosalie groaned and downed her drink as well. 4 shots later, Rosalie was so happy she was continuously laughing, but wasn't sure why. Feeling restless, she grabbed Jenny's hand and the 2 girls made their way to the dance floor. A song that Rosalie couldn't identify was on, but she danced anyway, feeling all her inhibitions fade away, not even noticing as Jenny left the dance floor. She span slowly on the spot, running her hands down her body. She swayed her hips slowly in tune to the slow song that was blaring in the club. Closing her eyes she felt the music flow over her and moved to the beat. Suddenly large hands slid around her body, holding her hips tight. Feeling slightly unsteady, Rosalie tried to turn around to see who had her captive, but the strong hands restricted her movement. The hands holding her waist pulled her back until she felt a hard body behind her. The stranger slowly moved his hips behind her, his hands forcing her body to move with his. He pulled her ass back into his crotch and grinded her onto him. Her pulse quickened, matching the beat of the music as he ran his large strong hands down the length of her body, drawing her dress up slightly as they ran back up. His fingers caressed the soft skin of her thighs and she sighed into herself, feeling too drunk to stop the stranger from touching her. Then he was turning her body, until she faced him. He took hold of her hands and looped them around his neck and placed his hands back at her waist, still moving her to the music. Slowly she looked up at him from under her lashes, her breath catching in her throat and she saw him. He was tall, with broad strong shoulders that narrowed at his hips. His slight waist gave him a gangly appearance. He had red-brown hair that was styled up, the front of it sweeping across his forehead. His skin was golden with a square jaw that made his face look extremely hard and masculine. His lips were perfectly curved and his cheekbones prominent. However, it was his eyes that captured the air in her lungs. They appeared to be almost totally black; however they would occasionally catch the light, showing the threads of light brown that ran through his irises. She could not pull her eyes away from his, so continued to stare at him until the song was long over. Neither of them realized they were still swaying slowly, even as the tempo of the music changed. Neither of them noticed Siennas narrowed eyes, glaring at them angrily. Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of his trance, a slow lazy smile curving his lips. He bent down towards her, and she felt her eyes drifting closed, waiting for the pressure of his mouth on hers. Suddenly she felt a warm breath by her ear and heard him whisper, 'Follow me.' Taking her small hand in his large one, he pulled her off the dance floor, and led her a narrow corridor, finding a dark corner of the club where no one could see them. Pushing her against a wall he bent down to her again, and she felt his hot tickly breath by her ear again. Suddenly she felt his tongue lick the curve of her ear, and felt him gently sucking on her lobe. Shivers ran through her body as he nibbled on the bottom of her ear. She felt electricity rip through her body and his hot tongue insistently licked her sensitive ear. She closed her eyes and moaned, which caused him to pause at her ear. Gently, he murmured into her ear, 'If you think this is good, wait and see what else I can do to you.' Drawing back from her body, he rested one arm on the wall above her head and looked down into her glazed over eyes. She stared back at him and she tried to get her labored breathing back to normal. Suddenly, he cocked his head up as if he had only just realized they were in a crowded club. He looked back through the darkness to see someone approaching him. 'Jeez Alistair we've been looking for you for forever mate, where've you been?' The newcomer followed Alistair's gaze down and saw Rosalie standing there, and his mouth formed an O of realization. 'Well whatever,' the newcomer continued, 'Drakes had too much to drink again, obviously, and you know how pissed off Renee gets when he goes home drunk, so I think its time we left.' 'I'll be right out Paul, just give me a minute.' His voice was soft, even as he raised it so he could be heard over the noise of the club. Shrugging, Paul turned around and left. As Alistair turned back to her, Rosalie blushed, red staining her pale skin, realizing how she had shamelessly let this stranger do whatever he wanted to her. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth again, finding her shyness strangely alluring. Without saying a word, he drew a pen out of his pocket and took hold of her hand again. Slowly, he scrawled a number across her arm, and then slowly bent down to kiss the place where he'd written his number. She shivered again, at the feel of his unbelievably soft lips against her flushed skin. He straightened up, and turned towards her, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek. 'Call me.' She turned towards him but before she knew it he was gone. She brought her hand up to her cheek, feeling it burning hot from his kiss. 'Alistair,' she said to herself, loving the way his name seemed to fit perfectly with her lips. ---------------------- Hope you all liked the story, this is the first ive written so I would greatly appreciate any help on how to improve my story! I will submit the next chapters if the response to this story is good. Thanks for reading. Scarlett. Stranger Ch. 02 The incessant shrilling of an alarm clock pulled Rosalie out of dream about dark handsome strangers. Groaning, she reached out and hit the snooze button, nestling back under the covers again. What felt like a second later, the alarm went off again, and she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. She swayed slightly as she stood up, her head pounding and her mouth dry. Reaching for a glass of water by her head, she had just taken a sip when her mobile started ringing. 'Hello?' she yawned sleepily 'Morning sleeping beauty, have you had a look at the time, don't tell me you've only just woken up!' 'Well if someone hadn't forced one too many drinks down my throat last night we wouldn't be having this problem' 'Ooh touchy!' Jenny laughed cheekily, 'So tell me... have you called him yet?' 'I'm not even going to pretend to know what you're talking about Jen.' When Jenny started screaming words down the phone to her, Rosalie held the phone away at arms length. A few minutes later when Jen's loud screams calmed down, she placed the phone back to her ear. 'Okay, I didn't get a word of that. Say it all again. Quietly please,' Rosalie requested. 'I'm not telling the story again!' Jen said impatiently, 'All I can say is check your arms and then call me back when you remember. Love you!' Before she could utter another word, Rosalie heard the dial tone and shaking her head; she placed her mobile back on the nightstand and headed into the bathroom. 'Check your arms.' Jenny had said. Curiously, Rosalie pulled up her sleeves and gasped when she saw the 11 digit number scrawled across her left forearm. She stared at the number for a minute, contemplating whether Jenny had done this for a joke, or whether she had actually forgotten what had happened last night. Closing her eyes she tried to remember the previous night's events. Her memory was in fragments, she remembered drinking tequila, dancing to her favourite song, and suddenly, she remembered the feeling of a hot wet tongue circling her ear. Blushing at the memory, she pictured herself dancing with the mysterious stranger, being seduced by him in the dark shadows of the club. Like a light going on in her head, she whispered to herself, 'Alistair.' Not wanting to face Jenny, she stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the hot shower. As the warm water ran down her body she imagined his hands running down her body, from her waist to her thighs, caressing her skin slowly. She shuddered, remembering how his touch had made her skin feel electric, shocks running through her body every time he touched her. Not usually a confident person, Rosalie was surprised at how brazen she had been last night, letting the stranger do as he wished to her. Not that she had regretted it; if her sketchy memory proved correct, Alistair has been the textbook perfect male. Despite herself, Rosalie washed her arm with care, ensuring that the number for her mysterious seducer did not get washed away. ------------------------------------ Juggling his cup of coffee and sandwich, Alistair swore and he dropped the key to his apartment. Finally managing to open the door, he rushed in, placing the coffee and sandwich on the table in the hallway, before running into the living room to check his phone message. The red light flashed indicating a new message. Grinning to himself, he pressed the play button and waited. *BEEP* 'Hi Alistair its Drake... What the hell happened last night? Call me back when you get this.' *BEEP* 'Hi! It's Claire. I just wanted to remind you to keep Saturday night free. I'll explain why later! Love you!' Groaning, Alistair sank into the couch, frustrated. His little sister and his alcoholic friend. Not exactly what he was hoping for. He had been wishing for a message from the beautiful stranger he had seen last night. He had just been dragged to the club for a 'Boy's Night Out' when he had seen across the room at a small table with her friends. Despite the obvious stares he was getting from the breathtaking blonde at her table, his eyes had been drawn to Rosalie. She had the most captivating eyes he'd ever seen. Like the clearest pools of blue he had felt himself drowning in her eyes, but she never once looked his way. He had sat at his table waiting for the moment he could catch her eye, but it had never happened. When she left her table and headed over the dance floor, he had felt himself gravitate towards her. It was like an out of body experience. He watched himself take hold of her and dance with her, but was not aware it was him who was doing so. When she had turned towards him, he had known she was drunk; her eyes slipping in and out of focus constantly. He had been glad that she had not pulled away from him, she had been fairly obedient, probably due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed. All he'd wanted to do was take her and kiss her till the room span but he hadn't wanted to frighten her off, so he went slowly. He hadn't wanted to leave but he made sure she had a way of contacting him before he left. Now all he had to do was wait. ------------------------------------ 'Call him.' 'No.' 'Call him!' 'No!' Seeing the pattern of their conversation Rosalie stood up and walked into the kitchen, away from Jenny. Inviting her round had been a bad idea. She knew Jen would try and persuade her to call Alistair but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Despite being drunk, she had felt a strong attraction to him, and could not deny his remarkable beauty. But she was hesitant to call him. He was after all, a total stranger. 'You'll regret it if you don't call him.' Rosalie jumped; she hadn't realised Jen had come into the kitchen behind her. Jen shot her a cat-like grin before pushing the phone into her hand. Rolling her eyes, Rosalie dialled the number before she could change her mind. She listened for a moment and then hung up. 'Well, what happened?' Jen asked impatiently 'Answering machine.' 'So leave him a message.' 'But what do I say?' Jen laughed, 'What are you so nervous about? He obviously likes you, from what you told me anyway. Just leave a casual message and then wait for him to call you back.' Taking a deep breath, Rosalie dialled the number again. She waited for the answering machine to play, but this time, she heard someone pick up. Panicking, she hung up. 'Oh my god, he picked up!' Rosalie wailed. 'So... you hang up on him?!' Jen laughed again, 'What are we going to do with you?' 'This isn't funny! For all we know this guy could be a murderer or puppy-killer or something!' 'Yeah he might be... but you still think he's gorgeous!' Jen said with a wink. 'That really doesn't help me, thanks for all the advice,' said Rosalie sarcastically. Giving her a serious look, Jen grabbed her hand with the phone. 'Look, you know I'm just messing around with you,' she said, shaking Rosalie's hand with the phone in it, 'But something good could come of this, and you'll never know unless you try.' Knowing she was right, Rosalie nodded and dialled the number again. She gently pushed Jen out the room while she waited for him to pick up again. ------------------------------------ Hearing his phone ring again, Alistair wondered if someone was playing a prank on him. Paul maybe. He considered letting it go to voicemail, but curiosity getting the better of him, he answered. 'Hello,' he answered cautiously. There was a pause, and just as he was about to hang up again he heard a soft delicate female voice. 'Hi.' The voice was nervous, a bit shaky, 'It's Rosalie.' He flicked through all the people he knew, but he never recalled meeting a Rosalie. However she obviously picked up on his hesitation as before he could say anything she was speaking again. 'From the club... last night,' she continued in her soft alluring tone. He felt his pulse quicken. His heart felt like it was jumping around in his chest. It was her. The girl he'd been waiting for all day. 'Oh yeah. Hi,' he said lamely. There was an awkward silence. 'Erm sorry,' he apologised, 'I didn't recognise your name.' 'Oh, that's okay. I didn't really get a chance to introduce myself last night,' she laughed unsurely. She was scared. He could hear it in her voice. He grinned to himself, her shyness was so endearing. Not wanting her to feel too uncomfortable he decided to make this easier on her. 'Are you free for lunch tomorrow?' He asked quickly, keeping his fingers crossed that she wouldn't shoot him down. 'Erm, yeah. Sure. I guess.' 'Good.' He grinned again, 'I'll pick you up around 1. What's your address?' He heard her intake of breath at his boldness. 'Oh. Erm its Westcroft Avenue, apartment number 31. West side of the city. You know the area?' 'Yeah I know it; it's not too far from me. See you tomorrow then' And he hung up before she had a chance to change her mind. ------------------------------------ Rosalie hung up, her hand shaking. She was meeting him tomorrow. Despite how nervous he made her feel, she was excited. Jen was always telling her to take a chance, and here she was. Having lunch with a guy she barely knew! Knowing that Jen was probably dying from the wait, she opened the door to let her back into the kitchen. She had standing by the door with her ear pressed up against it, and fell onto Rosalie as she opened the door. 'Well what happened?' she asked excitedly. 'As if you didn't hear anything! Don't act like you weren't eavesdropping.' Rosalie feigned indignant. 'Okay well I heard you tell him your address. What was that about?' 'Well he's taking me out for lunch and he's going to come pick me up.' Rosalie gushed, unable to hide her glee any longer. When Jen started screaming in her ear about outfits and shoes, she rolled her eyes and tried to calm her friend down, even though her own excitement was hard to contain. ------------------------------------ Rosalie was ready with 5 minutes to spare the next day. She glanced at herself in the mirror again, scrutinising her appearance. She had opted for casual; jeans and a cute shirt with boots. Her hair fell down her shoulders in big waves, with a few bits pinned back. She applied a bit of mascara and then sat down to wait for him. At 1 on the dot, the door bell rang. Feeling scared suddenly, Rosalie remembered that this man was a total stranger, and considered not answering the door. However, realising that she couldn't just leave him standing there, she decided that if he turned out to be a little weird she would fake an emergency and leave. She straightened out the non existent creases on her shirt and ignoring the fluttering in her stomach, she opened the door. She almost gasped when she saw him again. She had remembered his as being good looking from her hazy memory, but seeing him again she knew she was wrong. He wasn't just good looking; he was absolutely beautiful, in the manliest way possible. He crowded her door frame, and she estimated his height to be around 6'' 2'. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that clung slightly to his chest, and jeans. His eyes, much darker then she remembered them were glowing and sparkling in the sunlight, and he has a playful look in his eyes. He smiled a slightly crooked grin at her and she felt her heart skip a beat. She realised she was staring at him with her mouth slightly open, so she looked down, unsure how to greet him. He gave a short laugh when she looked away from him, and slowly leant down to her. He lightly pressed his lips against her cheek and then straightened back up again. 'Hi,' he murmured softly. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to reply. She ended up coughing a bit before sputtering out an incoherent 'Hello'. He laughed at her again, and given her an amused look, led the way to his car. ------------------------------------ He had taken her to a quaint café in the town centre that she had seen many times but had never been too. He had been a perfect gentleman all afternoon. He hadn't been very forward, which she appreciated as she was still a little cautious, but he had found subtle ways to touch her. Grazing her hand when he reached for the bread or placing a hand on the small of her back as he led the way to the car. Every time he touched her she blushed visibly, but he has just grinned at her. Over their lunch he politely quizzed her about her work, friends and her life in general, and she had reciprocated enthusiastically. He had also been willing to talk about himself, and she had eagerly listened to everything he had to say about himself. He has told her he was 23 years old, and had a degree in architecture. She found out that he had a little sister, who whilst a little annoying, was hugely important to him. She also knew that his favourite movie of all time was Forrest Gump, and he loved to listen to jazz music. By the end of their lunch, he no longer felt like a random stranger she'd met at a club, but more like a friend. They were now in his car on their way back to her apartment, but she didn't want her time with him to end. Every so often he would glance at her in the passenger seat and smile crookedly at her. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks when he looked at her, and butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't explain the way he made her feel, and even more confusing, the fact that she felt like this having only known him a few days. Apart from the obvious physical attraction she had for him, there was something about his goofy personality that she loved. Cautiously she reached out and touched the back of his hand, which was resting on his thigh, lightly. Using her finger she traced random patterns gently on the back and when he looked curiously at her, she pulled her own hand back. A few minutes later he pulled up in front of her apartment block and turned the engine off. 'Let me walk you to your door,' he said with a small smile. When they reached her door, Rosalie felt a little nervous but realised she didn't want him to go just yet. She gave a little cough and quietly said, 'Would you like to come in?' He looked a little shocked but seemed to rearrange his face quickly, 'Uh, yeah sure that would be great. But I wont be able to stay long, I promised a friend id help him out with something later on.' She had shown him around the apartment quickly, and then went to the kitchen to make some coffee. While she was waiting for the machine, she considered calling Jen to ask for advice. She knew she really liked Alistair, but didn't want anything to happen as she hadn't known him long. But she knew she loved his company, and defiantly wanted to go out with him again. She didn't hear the kitchen door open, but suddenly felt large hands spanning her waist. She gasped as Alistair turned her around so she was facing him. Her small hands fell against his chest and she could feel his heart fluttering rapidly. He slowly backed her against a wall without saying a word. His dark eyes blazed fiercely and she could not break away from his gaze. He reached up to her face and gently tugged on a wave of hair that fell forward on her face. With the gentlest of touches he pushed the hair behind her ear. Her cheeks reddened as she blushed and he grinned cheekily at her, appearing to find her innocence appealing. When he slowly lowered his face so it was level with hers, she felt her eyes flutter close. As he got nearer to her she could feel his hot breath on her face. Unbelievably softly, he pressed his mouth to hers. At the feel of his soft lips upon hers, Rosalie felt herself go weak. Slowly, he parted his lips against hers, and the tip of his tongue glided across her bottom lip. Gently, he captured her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on in gently. She moaned quietly when he released her lip and opened her eyes. He was staring down at her with an arrogant grin on his face. She blushed again and he laughed musically at her. Cupping her face he dipped his head towards hers again and captured her lips in another kiss. This time when his tongue licked across her lips, she parted her mouth slightly, and felt him groan as his tongue found hers. They kissed slowly for a while, before Alistair reluctantly pulled his lips from hers. He kissed a fluttery pattern down her jaw line and onto her neck. Pushing her head back carefully, he exposed the pale flesh of her neck. He licked a line lightly across her neck before sucking gently on it. She moaned out loud as he moved his mouth upwards, towards her ear. He sucked her lobe into his mouth and then licked the curve of her ear delicately until she started writhing underneath him. As he stood up straight again, he pressed his body against hers so she flattened against the wall. She felt his hardness at her stomach and suddenly felt shy. He leaned down to press another kiss on her mouth. 'I have to go now,' he whispered hotly in her ear, 'Have dinner with me on Saturday night?' He looked into her eyes with so much passion, it took her breath away. She nodded slightly, unable to form the words to tell him how much she would like that. Taking her small hand is his large one; he pulled her out of the kitchen and towards the door to her apartment. He opened the door and before leaving, gently pulled her into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently rubbed circles on her back. 'I had a great time,' he murmured to her, 'Ill call you tomorrow. Promise.' 'Okay,' she smiled up at him, finally finding her voice. He slowly pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed it softly. Then he looked into her eyes, smiled and left. When she had closed the door behind him, she leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh. Then, grinning broadly at herself, she picked up the phone, knowing Jenny would want to hear all about it. ------------------------------------ Sorry if this story took longer then expected to be submitted, trying to finish it was a lot harder then I thought it would be. I should be submitting the next chapter within a week or 2 so please check back then! Please comment with any improvements I could make to this story, I really appreciate it. Scarlett Stranger Ch. 03 He had called her the next day, just like he promised. They had a short conversation about nothing in particular, and he told her he would swing by around 7 on Saturday to take her to dinner. Rosalie had never fallen for a guy so quickly before. Alistair was sweet, attentive and so good looking it made her nervous. She could barely wait till Saturday, just wanting to feel his silky smooth lips against hers again. She smiled to herself and she thought of their date. Saturday couldn't come fast enough. ---------------------- Looking into the mirror in the hallway, Rosalie checked out her appearance for the last time. He had mentioned he was taking her to a nice restaurant so she had chosen to wear a teal silk dress which was cut perfectly to accentuate her curves. Her waves were pulled back and swept up into an elegant hairstyle and with the slightest bit of make-up, she looked stunning. At 7 on the dot the door bell rang. Rosalie grinned at his punctuality. Opening the door, she bit her lip nervously when she saw him. He was wearing a smart white shirt that bought out the colour of his eyes, and beige pants. He looked effortlessly beautiful. He smiled at her softly and gently pushed her backwards into her apartment. He kept his hands at her waist and then slowly ran them down her body. 'You look amazing, I'm speechless.' He said leaning down and tilting her head slightly so he could whisper breathily into her ear, 'You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.' She felt shivers run down her spine and her eyes shut slowly and she felt the passion in his words. She felt his tongue trace a line across her jaw and sighed as he began to lightly press kisses along her cheek. Reluctantly she opened her eyes and gently pushed him away. Pouting he began to reach for her again, but she quickly moved out of his reach. 'If I don't stop you now we'll never make it to dinner,' she said, surprised at her own self control. Grinning cheekily at her, he winked, 'Would that really be so bad?' She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and grabbed his hand and began to pull him through the door. She turned to lock the door behind her and suddenly felt Alistair's hands hold her waist firmly and push her against the door. 'Alistair!' she exclaimed. Facing the door, she could not see him but felt his silky smooth lips grazing the back of her neck. She moaned quietly when he pushed her hair away from her back and began trailing kisses down her spine. 'Alistair... stop...' she whispered quietly, 'We have to go to dinner.' She felt his breath tickle her ear when he spoke, 'Is that really what you want?' She found herself struggling to answer the question while he sucked gently on her neck and collarbone. He stopped as suddenly as he had started and turned her around quickly. Feeling a bit dizzy she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. He was looking down at her with a slightly crooked smile on his face and she felt her heart beating rapidly as she looked into his eyes. He took her hands and interlaced his fingers with hers and pulled her towards the doors. He had booked them a table at an elegant Italian restaurant that she had mentioned she wanted to visit. Touched that he had remembered this, she couldn't help but smile broadly at him as he drove them to the restaurant. He grinned widely back at her and once again, she felt her heart skip a beat. Every look, every touch from him excited her, and she found herself falling head over heels for this man. Once they had settled down at their table, she looked at Alistair and found him deep in thought. 'Hey... are you okay?' she asked him gently, stroking the back of his hand. Her words seemed to snap him out of some sort of trance and his lips curved into a familiar smile. 'Sorry I'm fine. I was just thinking about us. I just want you to know I really like you. A lot. And I just wanted to make sure you knew that. Because even though we haven't known each other for that long, there's something about you. And I like spending time with you to getting to know you.' She could tell he was nervous by the way he seemed to fumble with his words. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his forehead. 'I like you too, Alistair. More then I've liked any guy in a while.' She smiled at him reassuringly and he seemed pleased with her response. When the waiter came over, they ordered their food as well as a bottle of wine. While they waited for their food to arrive, they carried on a conversation about their lives; work, friends, likes and dislikes. Even though she'd only known him a short while, Rosalie felt like she knew him better then she'd known anyone before. She could read his expressions, and when he felt sad or happy, she felt it too. She felt a bit intimidated, as she had never been this intense about anyone before. While they were deciding what to have for dessert, a shadow fell over the table, and Rosalie turned in her chair. Looking around, she saw a tall, elegant woman looking down at her distastefully. 'Hi Alistair,' the strange lady drawled. 'Natalie, it's a surprise seeing you here,' came Alistair's smooth response. Although he came across as nothing but courteous, Rosalie felt his posture stiffen slightly when he spoke to her. He no longer had the teasing friendly tone he had been addressing her with earlier. 'Yes well Jonathan insisted on taking me out for dinner on our anniversary. It's been so long since I last saw you,' Natalie carried on primly, 'And who's this lady that you're with?' Rosalie felt Natalie's eyes glaring down at her, seemingly unimpressed with what she saw. 'This is Rosalie... a friend. Rose, this is Natalie,' Alistair said quickly. 'A friend you say? I tell you, Katie will be most pleased to hear that you're... making new friends.' Rosalie felt Alistair prickle at Natalie's words, and she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Pushing open the door, her thoughts began to take over. Who was Katie she wondered. Maybe an ex-girlfriend. Rosalie had not liked Natalie one bit; she felt she was being judged. She shuddered slightly at the woman's cold attitude and hoped that when she went back out, the woman would be long gone. And Alistair had said that she was just a friend. Rosalie felt so confused. Composing herself, she opened the bathroom doors and peeked out. Seeing Alistair alone once again, she felt brave enough to go back to her table. When she sat down she saw him looking at her with pleading eyes. 'Please let me explain,' he began nervously, 'I hope I didn't offend you by saying you were just a friend, I mean, obviously you mean more to me then that.' She raised an eyebrow at him but remained silent. 'I guess I better start in the beginning,' he said, 'Katie was my girlfriend, well fiancée technically. We were together for 3 years when I asked her to marry me. At the time I thought that was what I wanted but as time went on I began to see her for what she really was. She was selfish and cold and only cared about her own happiness. When I found her in bed with one of her colleges a few weeks later I immediately called off the wedding. But Katie didn't believe that I didn't want to marry her and went a bit crazy, refusing to leave me alone and constantly ringing me. She calmed down after a while, but when she heard I started seeing someone else a while later, she came back, claiming she'd always loved me and how sorry she was. She had always been a bit obsessive but I guess seeing me with someone else brings out the worst in her. Every time I try to date someone else, she tries to ruin my relationships. Natalie, the bitch you just saw, is her best friend, so I didn't want her to think we were together. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.' He looked so sad and broken she felt her heart break a little as well. She reached for his hand and held it tightly in her own. 'What are you apologising for? You didn't do anything wrong, honey. I'm glad you trust me enough to share that with me though. 'I just didn't want you to think that I wasn't acknowledging you as my girlfriend. Which is what you are to me. If that's okay with you,' he added in a hurry. She smiled at his awkwardness, his cocky confidence disappearing suddenly. He seemed so vulnerable she just wanted to reassure him that everything would be okay. 'Of course I want to be your girlfriend,' she said with a smile, 'And don't think I'm going to let any psycho ex of yours come between us!' She saw his cockiness return in the grin he flashed at her, before tucking into the desserts he had ordered for them. When he reached over to steal a bit of her ice cream, she slapped his hand out the way and he shot a sad puppy-dog look at her. She laughed at him and felt truly happy that he was now hers. ---------------------- Rosalie shivered as they left the restaurant, feeling the cold wind whip against her skin. He noticed her tremors and placed his jacket across her shoulders. She smiled at him before kissing him softly on the cheek. She felt him turn into her kiss, but moved away before he could make something more out of it. He held her hand as they walked back to his car, gently caressing circles into the back of her hand with his thumb. When they got to the car he opened her door for her before taking his own seat and she could not help but feel pleased at his chivalry. Their drive home was mostly silent, but not awkwardly so. After a while she noticed he was not heading in the direction of her apartment so she tugged on his sleeve incessantly until he looked at her. 'Where are we going?' 'Back to my place,' He said grinning devilishly at her. His wicked grin sent electrical waves through her body as she thought about their evening together. She was sure she wanted to be with him, but she could not help but feel as though they were moving at an alarming pace. When he pulled into a driveway, she gasped at his impressive house. It was huge modern detached house, purely white with a long driveway big enough for 2 cars. He fumbled with his keys slightly and she snickered at him. He spanked her lightly on the ass for laughing at him and pushed her into the house. Her jaw dropped as she saw the interior. It was obviously a bachelor pad -- all stainless steel and extremely minimalist. He had very few personal items around the place, and it was extraordinarily tidy for bachelor's house. She stood in the doorway to the living room, glancing around. It was around the same size as her whole apartment. She felt arms snake around her waist from behind and heard Alistair whisper in her ear, 'So what do you think?' She turned to face him in his arms, her mouth still wide open. He laughed at her softly and smoothly pushed her jaw back up to close her mouth. 'When can I move in?' she asked him with teasing glint in her eyes. He let out a loud melodious laugh and led her into the living room. He led her over to the expansive leather sofa and sat down heavily, tugging her with him. She landed on the couch next to him and rolled her eyes at the playful look on his face. 'This is quite a place you've got,' she said, looking around. 'I didn't know computer technicians made this much, or I would have dated one a long time ago,' she said teasingly. He shrugged at her, 'When my parents passed away they left me and my sister quite a large fortune.' She studied him, and saw a slightly teary look in his eyes. She wrapped his large hand in both of hers and bought it up to her mouth. She lightly dropped a kiss on each of his knuckles before meeting his eyes. 'How did it happen?' she asked quietly. 'Car crash,' he explained simply, 'One day they were here, the next day they weren't. It's been tough but me and Claire had each other so it made it easier to get through.' Rosalie sensed it was hard for him to talk about so she changed the subject quickly. 'Do I get to see the bedroom then?' He smiled cheekily at her. 'I thought you'd never ask.' Taking her hand again he pulled her off the sofa. He led her up the wooden stairs and through the door right at the top. Pushing it open, he walked into the bedroom pulling her behind him. Rosalie stepped onto the plush cream carpeting and curled her toes against its softness. He spread his arms out, welcoming her to his bedroom and grinned crookedly at her. She looked around the room. Despite having a large king sized bed in the middle, with white silk sheets, he also had room for a large flat screen TV, DVD player, and the newest Playstation, neatly tucked away in the corner. He also had massive white wooden wardrobes and a large mirror that sat just opposite his bed. She saw another door which she assumed led to a bathroom. 'It's oddly clean,' she commented, 'For a mans house anyway. Were you expecting company?' She raised an eyebrow at him knowingly and he laughed out loud. 'I only bought you up here so we could play some games or watch TV or something', he said widening his eyes in fake innocence. Sitting down on his bed crossed legged, she looked back at him, equally innocently. 'Fire it up then.' ---------------------- An hour or so later she was curled up on the bed laughing at his concentration as she beat him yet again on the wrestling game they were playing. 'Its okay,' she reassured him when she had beaten him once again, 'My brother had a game very similar to this and I practised like hell so I would get to play with him and his friends.' He threw down the controller in anger and crossed his arms, refusing to talk to her. 'Aww stop throwing a strop, I promise I'll let you win next time,' she said teasingly. Before she could comprehend anything, he had lunged towards her, throwing her back onto the bed. He rolled over her so she was pined underneath him and took his wrists in his large hands holding her down. He smiled mockingly down at her. When she struggled against him, trying to get free, he let out a loud laugh, and gently bent his head to nuzzle at her neck. 'Let me go!' she exclaimed angrily. He chuckled at her again. He tilted his head to the side and looked down at her, his eyes scanning over her face then down towards her breasts. He licked his lips in appreciation, and then chortled again as she pushed uselessly at him. He released her wrists and ran his hands down her arms, until he reached her breasts. Slowly he brushed his thumbs against her covered nipples and she moaned gently and arched into him. He continued to run his hands up and down her waist and then winked at her when she moaned a little again. She bought her hands up and gently cupped the sides of his face before pulling it down to her own. She reached her head up and kissed his lips once, twice and a third time. Suddenly he pressed her further into the bed and kissed her roughly, biting at her lower lip and tugging it into his mouth. He sucked on it for a second before releasing it. Then he lightly ran his tongue over the curve of her full lower lip and pushed it against her closed mouth until she parted her lips slightly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and massaged her tongue with his. She moaned into his mouth and slipped her hand round the back of his neck and pulled his head down a little more. He alternated between kissing her softly and hardly and it drove her crazy. Every time she felt the hot wet pressure of his tongue against hers she felt herself shiver with desire and she knew that she wanted more. She slid her hands down the sides of his body until she found the ends of his shirt. Slowly, she slipped her hands into his shirt and felt his toned, muscles stomach beneath her fingers. She groaned at how he felt, hard and warm and lightly skittered her fingers across his stomach and up his chest. Her palms rubbed against his chest, feeling the lithe muscles twitch under her touch, as he moved against her. He let out a deep groan and broke their kiss, lifting himself off her body. He stood at the end of the bed looking down at her, and she pushed herself up on her hands. 'Is something wrong?' she asked timidly, scared she had done something to upset him. He continued to stare down at her tenderly and slowly sat back down on the bed next to her. 'No baby, of course you didn't do anything wrong,' he crooned reassuringly to her, 'I just don't want you to feel like we're moving too fast, I don't want to rush things between us.' She felt her heart warm at his words. He was only thinking about her. How had she ever met someone so sweet and caring? She knew she felt strongly for him, and although she didn't want to move too fast, she wanted more then just kissing him. Rosalie stepped off the bed and stood in front of him. He looked back at her curiously. She turned around to face the wall and took a deep breath. Feeling very self conscious, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She let it drop off her body and heard his sharp intake of breath as he saw her near naked form. She turned back around to face him and kept her eyes down, unable to look him in the eye. His eyes darkened lustfully and he could not keep them from her body. She stood in front of him in just a delicate looking violet lace bra and matching panties, with stockings and a garter. Unsure what to do he knelt on his bed directly in front of her. He lifted her face up until her shy eyes met his. He saw how nervous and scared she was and gently kissed her mouth until she began to feel her reservations fade away. He reached around her body and held her close to him, feeling her warm skin silky smooth beneath his fingers. He pulled her down to the bed until she was underneath him again and looked over her perfect figure once again. Her gorgeous body and apparent innocence had him harder then he had ever been before, his erection feeling almost painful as it strained against his pants. Before he could do anything Rosalie had slid her hands back into his shirt again and was raking her fingers over the hard plains of his chest. Removing her hands she reached for the buttons on his shirt that was acting like a barrier between them. Agonisingly slow, she undid each button carefully before slipping the open ends of the shirt off his shoulders and gasping in blatant appreciation at his perfectly toned body. She could feel the strength of the muscles under her fingers, and could feel them moving as he moved, but he did not look overly built. Instead his body looked hard and perfectly sculpted. Alistair gripped her sides in his hands and twisted them until she was sitting across him, straddling his hips. She placed her hands on his hard chest and ran her fingertips across his hard chest. Leaning down she kissed the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply. He smelt amazing. Like fresh water, and slightly woodsy like trees, and extremely manly. His smell alone was intoxicating. She pressed kisses along his neck and collarbone. Then, slowly moving down his body she paused over a flat nipple before licking it lightly. He shuddered beneath her and she smiled slyly to herself. Moving further down his body, kissing her way as she went, she eventually got to his trouser clad legs. She gasped quietly at the enormous bulge that she could see straining beneath his trousers. She kissed the bulge lightly before unbuttoning his pants and tugging the fly down. She got off his body so she could pull his trousers and boxers all the way down. Once he was fully naked, she straddled his calves and licked her lips nervously as she looked down at his fully erect member. He was larger then average, but slightly thinner as well. She reached out and gently ran her finger down the length of his cock. He moaned at her touch and his hands gripped the bed sheets as her hand wrapped around the base and slowly stroked up and down. As he writhed on the bed, she increased the pace of her hand, gliding it up and down his shaft faster until he let out a deep groan. She stopped and glanced down at him; his breathing was fast and erratic and his hands were fists around the bed sheets. He opened his eyes slowly and saw her looking at him, her hand still on his cock. She grinned widely at him before bending her head down and softly licking the plum purple head of his cock. It tasted slightly salty but felt smooth and hot under her tongue, which encouraged her to lick him from the base all the way to the head. She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes and saw that his eyes were screwed shut in deep pleasure. Stranger Ch. 03 Very slowly, she circled the head with the tip of her tongue before opening her mouth wide and taking in as much of his member as she could. He let out a loud moan before thrusting his hips upwards to get more of him into her mouth. She held down his hips and leisurely moved her mouth up and down his cock, suckling gently. She let her tongue trace patterns on the underside while she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. She took hold of the base and used her hand to stimulate him simultaneously with her mouth. When she had a rhythm going with her mouth and her hand, she sped up, her head a blur, going up and down his cock while he panted and moaned at the sensations she was creating. She began to slow down, her tongue darting out to like the underside of the head. Using just her hand to continue to rub his cock, she looked at him again, and saw him staring right back into her eyes, his face a mask of pleasure. She leant her head down again and licked wetly across one of his balls, causing him to moan deeply again. She gently suckled one of his balls and swirled her tongue around it in her mouth. She then took the head of his cock in her mouth again and sucked powerfully on it for a minute. As she slowed down, his hand snaked into her hair and gently pushed her head down, so her hot mouth engulfed most of his member. She found a rhythm with her hand and mouth again and he gently controlled her speed by pushing her head up and down his cock. Soon, he let go of her head, but she continued her actions, and then she heard him struggle to talk. 'I'm going to come...' he trailed off as she sucked him faster, using her tongue to lick and caress his shaft. She kept up her ministrations until she felt him thrust upwards again, causing his cock to hit the back of her throat. He let out a final groan and she felt his warm sticky come shoot into the back of her mouth. Although she slowed down her hand on his cock, she did not remove her mouth and still continuously licked him up and down until he had finished coming. Lifting her head up, she looked at him and swallowed him come. He tasted salty and a little bitter, but the taste reminded her of him and she liked that. She licked her lips and slowly rolled off his body, so she was lying next to him. Rosalie gave him a minute to recover and closed her eyes, feeling comfortable against the silk bed sheets. A while later she felt him wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her body against his. He pressed butterfly kisses along the side of her face and nuzzled his face into her neck. 'Thank you,' he murmured in her ear. 'That was mind blowing.' She turned to look at him and smiled, hoping that he knew how happy she felt. He smiled back at her and kissed the end of her nose. 'Stay here tonight,' he whispered to her again. She frowned slightly, not sure if that was the best idea. She wasn't sure she was ready to sleep with him yet, although she had to admit she had never fallen for anyone this quickly before. Sensing her hesitation, he smiled lazily, 'We don't have to have sex if you're not ready. I just want you to be here tonight. Please.' She traced the features of his face with her finger and knew that she would love nothing more then to fall asleep in his arms. 'Okay,' she said softly to him. He hugged her body tightly to his and stroked her back for a few minutes before letting her go. He got off the bed and tugged his boxers back up his legs. 'Just so you know my intentions are good,' he said, winking at her. She giggled at him and stood to put her dress back on. Before she could, he had grabbed it so it was out of her reach. 'You can't sleep in that,' he explained, 'It wont be comfortable.' 'But I don't have anything else!' Rosalie certainly wasn't going to sleep with no clothes on. He opened one of his massive wardrobes and riffled through the clothes. He pulled out a t-shirt and threw it towards her. He left the room with an elaborate bow so she could change, and she giggled at him again, blowing him a kiss as he left the room. When he had left, she took off her bra, the stocking and the garter, leaving her panties on. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and hugged it to herself, smiling as his smell surrounded her. She folded both their clothes and placed them on a chair nearby before crawling under and silky soft covers of his bed. She yawned largely and had only shut her eyes for a second before she was fast asleep. ---------------------- When Alistair entered the room again, he saw her face poking out from under the covers. He smiled lovingly at her, watching her breathe slowly in her sleep. He placed his glass of water on he bedside table before turning off the lights in the bedroom. He pulled back the covers on the side of the bed she wasn't on and slid under the covers, the silky sheets feeling cool against his body. Once he had settled he wrapped an arm around Rose's waist and pulled her into his body so her back was pressed hard against his chest, and his groin was pressed into her ass. He moaned quietly to himself and tightened his grip around her waist, loving the way she felt against him. He stroked her hair gently while she slept and thought about their evening together. He had been blown away by the blow job she had given him tonight. He had had a few off women before, but nothing compared to what she had done to him tonight. He felt himself responding massively to just the smallest of touches from her. He knew she wasn't ready to sleep with him yet but it was only a matter of time. He could not wait to feel himself buried deep inside her, but he would wait patiently until she felt 100% ready. However, he did now owe for the blow job. And he defiantly intended to repay the favour. He grinned to himself; it would be an interesting morning. He closed his eyes, sighed deeply and whispered in the darkness, 'I love you Rosalie.' ---------------------- I want to apologise for this story taking so long to get here. It took me a while to feel inspired to write this. Sorry if i left you guys waiting too long! I know how annoying it can be but sometimes it takes a while to get into the swing of it. Anyway, look for the next chapter sometime after xmas and as always any comments/criticism is always appreciated! Happy holidays!