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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 "I REALLY WANT KIDS." Rosalie admitted, lying upside down on the couch, the top of her head against the carpet and her legs raised on the back of the couch whilst Nathaniel sat beside her, his arm on the arm of the couch and his eyes staring up at the ceiling, though he looked down to her after he heard her statement, "Can vampires still reproduce?"

"Not that I know of, no." He responded truthfully, his fingertips tapping lightly against the leather of the couch, the movements sounding like raindrops dripping against a window. Rosalie huffed, her biggest dream ever to exist now unable to happen, ever.

"Is there a cure to vampirism?" Rosalie stared at the old-fashioned maroon curtains in the dark room, an eyebrow raised in genuine curiosity. Nathaniel squeezed his eyes shut, hating to have to let down his newfound friend for a second time, or maybe even more than that.

"No." Nathan sighed, reaching his hand over to the coffee table to grab his glass of blood-fused whiskey when Rosalie's hand grabbed his wrist, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at her. Without a word, she took the glass from his hand and quickly sat up, taking a sip of the heavenly liquid.

"Can vampires get drunk?" She asked another question, her face close to his and he tilted his head from side to side in unsureness, his hand shaking to gesture it was fifty-fifty.

"I only ever get tipsy, but I had an old friend and he was able to get drunk, so there may be a chance?" Nathan shrugged, the closeness of the two making his dead heart almost begin to beat again though he'd never admit it. He'd only just met her, how could she possibly make him feel this way already?

There were many things that Nathaniel knew about concerning the topic of vampires and all things supernatural, but one thing he had zero clues about was mates. He didn't know the instant connection two people could have when they're mates, and how the universe purposefully places those two together, pushing them to be closer.

Rosalie placed the glass back in his hand and leaned forwards onto her hands on the ground, and with ease, she flipped her slender legs over, landing on her feet, facing him, "I always wanted to be a gymnast, so being able to do this is so exciting." She giggled, trying to lighten her mood and Nathaniel watched her move around his living room, a smile on his face as he lifted the glass to his lips, taking small sips.

She flipped over once more until she landed in front of the large bookcase, a record player in the biggest middle shelf. Rosalie had never owned one of those before, but her father did and it always intrigued her, she loved music, dancing and she absolutely adored singing.

Rosalie glided her hand over the casing, the dust accumulating on her fingertips and Nathaniel caught her staring at it, so he stood from the couch, placing his glass on the coffee table. He strolled over and stopped beside her with a smirk, "Open it up." He instructed, knowing she wanted nothing more than to look inside and she obeyed enthusiastically, taking it from the shelf and placing it on the small table in the corner of the room.

As she opened it up, Nathan reached up to one of the top shelves and grabbed one of the many boxes full of vinyls. He placed the box down on the table and smiled when he noticed her eyes light up at the sight, "There's loads." She stated, bending down to look through the dozens of vinyls.

"There's Bing Crosby, Mamie Smith, Mozart. Take your pick, Rose." He smiled, mindlessly nicknaming her as he strolled away towards where his whiskey bottle was, making his little special drink with his back turned to her. But, he turned his head over his shoulder to look at her when jazz music began to play.

Nathaniel finished his drink and raised the glass to his lips, turning around and leaning backwards against the sturdy table. He chuckled, one arm across his chest as he watched Rosalie begin to dance around the large room in her dress, the skirt flowing as she spun around, manoeuvring through the furniture.

He was grinning, he didn't know why, he was just mesmerised by the blonde goddess. She was so undeniably gorgeous, her naturally waved hair flowing around in the breeze she created with her elegant speed and the skirt puffing outwards in a spiral, making her all the more beautiful.

Rosalie's arms were held out as she spun around, her bare feet gliding against the wooden floorboards. The thing was, Nathan had gone shopping with her the day prior and bought her loads of clothes, but she stayed in the same attire, only it was a different yet oddly similar dress. A crimson red maxi dress, just like the last one, and he couldn't deny that the colour matched her perfectly.

He had bought her shoes, socks, coats, hair accessories and jewellery, but, she just wanted to stay in a dress, only a dress. It was a mystery to him, he had no idea why, but for some reason he never questioned it, because he loved that about her.

Such a wild and free girl, who happened to be in a tragedy. A girl who never deserved her fate, a perfect, irresistible angel that he had to save from demons. She was exactly that, an angel who survived one of the worst situations, and he couldn't help but love her.

He loved her so terribly that he couldn't help but place his glass down and step towards her, allowing her to spin into his arms, fitting like a glove beneath him. Nathan smiled down at her, her chest pressed against his and their hands interlocked.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" Nathaniel's voice was but as quiet as a whisper and her scarlet red eyes were wide with nothing but shock, un-expecting of his sudden compliment. Her puzzled expression only made him laugh quietly to himself, "Can I kiss you?"

Rosalie scrunched her eyebrows, standing up straight and dropping her hands from his, causing his grin to falter miserably. Her blonde locks fell from over her shoulder as she tilted her head a little at him, trying to study his expressions for even a hint of why he was being so affectionate towards her all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Nathaniel turned, feeling defeated as he took a few steps away before he froze, feeling a flick of a finger on his shoulder. He turned, only to find her face close to his and with a small smile, she reached up her hand up to his chin, caressing her fingers over his chiselled jaw.

"I'm far from uncomfortable." Rosalie whispered in his ear, her lips grazing his earlobe making a shiver crawl up Nathan's spine and when she pulled back, he jumped forwards, smashing his lips into hers, unable to resist himself. His hands made their way to her neck and one of his hands bundled up in her oh so soft hair, pulling her face impossibly closer to his.

Rosalie moaned when he slid his tongue between his and her lips, twirling around her tongue. The blonde trailed her palms up his torso, stopping at his shoulders and she pushed him backwards with as much strength and speed as she could muster.

His back smashed into the brick wall, dust spilling everywhere from the impact but none of them cared as both of their pairs of hands roamed over each other's bodies, either one of them pulling apart for a breath.

Nathaniel's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he felt her bite into his bottom lip roughly, sucking some of the blood left but it felt better than he'd expected it to, making him smile into the kiss. Rosalie giggled, letting go of his lip and she grabbed him by his dress shirt collar, dragging him over to the couch, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist.

"Eager, are we?" He teased as she began to unbutton his shirt, a smirk evident on his lips and she rolled her eyes, biting down on her own bottom lip out of desperation, "You know, my favourite colour is green." Nathan teased further and Rosalie slapped her hand over his mouth, the other still working his buttons.

"Shut your mouth, handsome." Rose smirked with a wink, ragging his shirt off and throwing it across the room. She would have ripped it if she hadn't know how much money he spent on his clothes, even though he could easily steal but he was a good person, and that was what she loved about him.

She giggled again when he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to hers once more before he grabbed onto her dress by the hem of the skirt and tugged it, causing the whole thing to fly off due to his vampiric strength, "Oops."

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