"I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water." Rosé whispered into Denali's ear as she left the bedroom.

Denali was sitting in her bed, about to get ready to go to the brad maid dress fitting. Her parents were at home, but she couldn't refuse the offer.

"Damn, Rosé." She muttered to herself while she stood and sneaked into the bathroom, trying not to get caught.

Denali slightly closed the door, and founded herself in a steamy room, music coming out of Rosé's cell phone speakers, while her step-sister was humming the song from inside the shower.

Denali took a deep breath and began to get rid of her clothes. Short after, she sneaked into the shower. Rosé was with her back to Denali, putting shampoo on her ginger hair, and due to the noise of the water and the music, she didn't realize Denali was there.

Suddenly, Denali took her from behind, putting one of her hands on Rosé's sensitive spot without a warning, making her escape a loud noise. Quickly, Denali put her other hand over Rosé's mouth.

"Fuck, you're so sensitive. I love it." Denali whispered.

Rosé turned around and found a pair of dark black eyes full of lust staring at her. The water was wetting Denali's black hair, which was falling down her shoulders, chest, boobs, making it so difficult for Rosé to not to stare or even touch. She leaned in to kiss her, but Denali cut her off by wrapping her hand around her neck and smashing her against the wall.

This was definitely a side of Denali that Rosé never saw, but she was glad to discover.

The coldness of the wall, mixed with the hot water and Denali's nails pressing against her skin, made it so difficult for Rosé to behave herself. She tried once more to make move, but Denali cut her off again.

"Don't." Denali said, as she approached Rosé's neck and began to bite it.

"Nali..." Rosé muttered. "I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin."

Denali smirked and kept biting the girl's neck, as her hand began to travel down her stomach. As if Denali's hand was a magnet, Rosé felt like all of the blood in her body had rushed between her legs, and she could feel her heartbeat there.

"Come on..." Rosé begged under her breath, as Denali kept teasing her.

All of the sudden, there was a knock on the door. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Rosé, can I come in?" Alice asked from outside. "I forget my phone in the bathroom and I have to go out with your dad!"

"Sure." Rosé said from inside, and the door opened.

"I'm sorry, I just needed my phone." Alice apologized.

"It's fin-" Rosé tried to said but Denali began to touch her.

"Don't forget that you must be in the fitting in an hour. Please tell Denali too, could you?" The woman asked.

"Y-yeah. Of course. I'll tell her." Rosé managed to say, as she could feel Denali's tongue running over her boobs, as her fingertips were teasing her entrance.

"Okay, bye!" Alice left and closed the door behind her.

"God," Rosé exhaled, "that was definitely not necessary."

"It was." Denali smirked and slipped two fingers inside Rosé, while she began to suck her neck, biting Rosé's soft skin time at time.

Rosé's chest was up and down, at the point that it was hard for her to breath properly. But she needed more, she wanted Denali to release her dark side at its maxim. So, she took the wet girl's face with her hands and kissed her, but Denali quickly pulled apart.

"I told you, not kissing." Denali said, as she pulled her fingers out of her.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Rosé teased, leaning in for another kiss, but Denali grabbed her by the throat and pressed her against the wall even more.

"What I am not gonna do about it..." Her wet tiddies were rubbing against Rosé's, as they kept looking at each other's eyes for a moment, before Denali freed Rosé's neck.

Denali dragged her nails down Rosé's body, scratching her as she made her way down. She put Rosé's leg over her shoulder and began to eat her up. Rosé held onto the tap, as her other hand was wrapped in Denali's dark hair.

Rosé could feel her stomach aching, her whole body burning as she couldn't deny what was coming.

One more moan and she released everything, her legs were like jelly, and her whole body was shaking. Denali quickly cleaned her before standing up with an evil smirk.

"Now, go and lemme wash my hair." Denali said, and this time she gave Rosé a kiss, who got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body.

She stopped at the door, "Nali..."

"Yes?" She asked from inside the shower.

"Whatever possessed you to do that, should possess you more often." Rosé stated and left the bathroom.

After a while, Rosé was fully changed waiting for Denali to come out of the shower. They didn't have much time until the fitting, so she picked some clothes for her step-sister to wear and placed them on top of the bed.

Not that soon, Denali finally entered the room.

"What took you so long?" Rosé smirked, but Denali ignored her. Instead of replying, she lifted the towel and straddled Rosé, as she began to suck her neck. "No, no, no. We have to go," Rosé said.

"Come on, Rosie." Denali whined, as she threw herself on the bed.

"What happened?" Rosé laughed.

"That was tiring."

"Being a bad girl was tiring?"

"Yes," Denali whined once more. "I want cuddles."

"Maybe when we come back from the fitting."

"Maybe?" Denali looked at her with furrowed brows.

"Okay, you're gonna have all the cuddles that you want, but come on, get dress."

Denali exhaled and obeyed her. "Done," she said after a while.

"Let's go."

They made their way to the atelier, and an old lady was waiting for them.

"Hey girls, come in," she said. "You two must be..." The woman looked at a paper, "Denali and Rosé."

"That's us," Rosé smiled.

"Wait here," the woman said, and soon she came back with two lavender dresses.

"Oh my God, that's beautiful." Denali gasped, and squished Rosé's arm due to the excitement.

The lady helped them to put the dresses on and made some adjustments. The whole time the girls kept looking and smiling at each other through the mirror.

The dresses were the same. Longs, lavender and with a v-shaped neckline, that in Denali's case was revealing a lot, which Rosé loved it. She broke the visual contact through the mirror to look at the girl by her side directly. She winked at her, making Denali get all flustered trying to hold back a smile, but it was impossible.

"Okay," the woman spoke, bringing them back to reality. "If you wait here for a moment, I'm gonna make the adjustments and you can both go with the dresses today."

"Sure." They replied and took off their dresses carefully so as not to prick themselves with the pins that the lady had put. Something that made her Rosé laugh inside, because her whole body was already scratched and full of hickyes. She just hoped the woman wouldn't notice. Well, actually she didn't even care about that.

"If you want to try some dresses meanwhile, so you don't get bored, go ahead." The seamstress said with a big smile, as she left to the other room to sew.

The girls smirked to each other and ran to the coat rack, both still in their underwear.

"I don't remember ever having this many hickeys." Rosé said, as they were looking through the hanging wedding dresses. "But I don't mind," she added.

"Hickeys fits you," Denali eyed her, "and the scratch- Oh my God."

"What is it?"

"Look!" Denali took one of the dresses off of the coat rack, "This would look amazing on you!"

"Okay, lemme find one for you." Rosé said and began to look into the other ones. "Found it!"

"But that's gonna let all my tiddies out."

"That's the point," Rosé said.

They began to put the dresses on, and it fitted them so well. Rosé approached Denali from behind in front of the mirror, and wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin on the girl's shoulder.

"Can you picture it? Us? Together?" Denali asked, and turned around to look directly at Rosé, who lift her by the waist and made a little turn like they were dancing.

"You're so fucking pretty," Rosé said.

"You didn't answer me." Denali furrowed her brows.

"Let's take some pictures, shall we?" Rosé took her phone and saw that Nicky had posted a on her social media platform a picture smiling, something that she could never resist.

"Rosé..."

"Yes?" She replied, with her eyes glued to her phone.

"Why are you avoiding my question?"

Rosé exhaled and approached her. "Of course I do, Nali. Of course I can picture us together." She smiled, and planted a little kiss on the girl's lips. "Let's take the pics before the woman finish, okay?"

They did so, and soon after the lady was done. They put their clothes on again and left the atelier with the two bags.

"That was so fun!" Denali cheered, as they walked to their home.

"Sure it was." Rosé said, as she took her phone to send a text.

Rosé: Hey.

Rosé: Nice pic.

Nicky: Can you come over? I need to talk to you.

Rosé and Denali finally got home, and as soon as they entered their room, Denali threw herself over the bed and made grabby hands. "Cuddles," she pouted.

"I have to go now, baby," Rosé said, and leaned in to give her a sweet kiss. "Imma cuddle the shit out of you once I'm back."

Denali whined and buried her face on the pillow, "I want cuddles now."

"You'll have to wait, princess." Rosé said as she gave her another kiss and left.

Damn, she felt so bad doing that, but a part of her was so attached to Nicky, in ways that she could have never imagine. She loved Denali, of course she did. It was the girl of her dreams, for which she fought until exhaustion. But once she discovered Nicky, she couldn't let her go of her thoughts. It was wrong, she knew it. She was hurting everyone, even herself, but she couldn't deny her feelings, she couldn't lie to herself.

Rosé quickly arrived at Nicky's, who received her without her signature smile, which was strange to her.

"Is everything okay?" Rosé asked, as she made her way in.

"No."

"What happened, Nicky?"

They sat down in the couch, as Rosé waited for an answer.

"You," Nicky finally said.

"Me?"

"You're confusing me, boo."

"How so?"

Nicky looked at her and began to speak. "With every single 'hello', with every single time you texted me at 2AM, you give me a reason to hope. You give me a reason to hold on to the feelings I have for you, the feelings I wish to erase." She said, with her eyes too deep blue that even the ocean would be jealous. "I think about you, every single second, Rosé. I think about the things I could give you, the way I'd love you, if you would only let me. I think about the way I want to touch you so badly." She exhaled, raking her fingers through her blonde hair, messing it a little bit. "And I don't even know what you feel."

"The truth?" Rosé approached her a little and took her hands. "I like you. A lot." She stared at her in silence for a moment. "You make me happy, Nicky. You made me laugh too, because you're smart, and different," Rosé said in a lower tone. "And a little crazy and awkward," she added, earning a chuckle from Nicky. "And your smile, this smile, can make my day."

"It hurts, boo." Nicky whimped.

"Of course it does," Rosé smiled sadly. "The hurt is how we know it was love. The absence we feel is proof that what we had is something that can be lost."

"And when does it stop?"

"If it was love, it won't."

"Was it?" Nicky asked, looking at her.

"I don't know," Rosé replied. "But we made each other feel something, Nicky. It's okay if it wasn't love, or even if we were too scared to call it that way."