A/N: This is not my first fanfic, but it is the first one I've posted. I just felt really guilty about all the reading I do and not sharing anything in return. I hope you'll find this humorous and hot. I'm a nurse so I definitely have my own Doctor fantasies. ;) Anyways, hope you enjoy my drabble. I don't have a beta or Word on my new laptop at the moment, so please be forgiving....
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.
BEST PHYSICAL EVER
BPOV
It's that one annual check-up every woman dreads. The big PAP.
I've been very well-acquainted with my doctor. Let's just say he gets regular calls about me from the local ER. My unfortunate clumsiness is legend and could qualify as a handicap. *Blush*
I've seen Dr. Cullen since I was thirteen. His family was new to the area, and my mom had decided it was time to switch from a pediatrician to a family doctor. Funny, my mom had switched herself to his care from her previous doc as well. I think she just thought so long as she had to go to the doctor, it might as well be a handsome one.
Dr. Cullen had two children that attended my school, were in my grade, but we weren't exactly in the same social circles. Carlisle and I, however, were on a first-name basis soon enough.
Though this kind of check-up was still always uncomfortably awkward, I suppose I agreed with my mom that at least Dr. Cullen's breathtaking appearance softened the blow a bit. No pun intended? Gah! Mid-forties, perfectly tamed blonde hair, and striking facial features. And dear lord, that crooked smile. I believe his son shared that...
Anyways, in my twenty-five years I've never "been" with a man, but Carlisle sure made regular appearances in my over-active adolescent imagination when I began exploring means of release on my own account. Okay and maybe a few fantasies since the teen years...
So today is my twenty-fifth birthday, and it's sure to be a busy day. After my "lady" appointment, I'm getting my hair done (to take my mind off what's about to happen and hopefully make me feel less icky) before a quiet birthday dinner at my dad's--just the two of us.
I swear I'm not dressed-to-impress because I have some delusion of impressing Carlisle. Besides, he's happily married to a true knockout. Uh...not to mention he's too old for me no matter how hot he is... No! I'm trying to overcome the general "ick" factor of what's to...come. *Blush, again.*
My favorite pair of dark skinny jeans, a deep blue billowy satin top with a sweetheart neckline, and sensible blue flats make me feel good. But it's the choice of undergarments that made me feel slightly sexy. Mom always said a hot pair of underwear will brighten any day even if no one sees it.
I let the receptionist know I was there and waited to be summoned. It wasn't long before the nurse led me back to an empty exam room. She took my vitals, mentioning that my blood pressure was a little high.
No shit, Sherlock. I'm waiting to be spread and probed by Doc Hot.
"Just take some deep breaths and try to relax. Here's your gown, open in front, and Dr. Cullen will be in shortly."
I put the paper gown on all the while chanting, "Please don't rip, please don't rip."
I had just sat down, head hanging in anticipatory embarrassment as the door opened.
"Good morning, Isabella. Here for your annual exam, I see?"
Wait a minute--that's not Carlisle.
The Adonis-in-flesh was still flipping through my chart and had yet to look at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I looked over the man I hadn't seen in years but would recognize anywhere.
"Uh...I'm sorry, I thought your dad would be seeing me today?" It came out as a question.
"Oh." His brilliant emerald eyes widened as he finally looked at me. He blinked a few times and ran his hand through his perfectly tousled bronze hair.
"So it IS you. I didn't figure there could be another Bella Swan in the small town of Forks."
Did he just blush?
"My father is out for the week, and I've just joined his practice so I'm covering all the patients in his absence. I can assure you I'll take good care of you, but of course, if you wish to reschedule--"
"No!" I blurted out before I could stop myself. My hand flew to cover my mouth to prevent any further word vomit. I felt the heat of my blush spread down over my chest and tried to play it off as an itch by covering it with my hand.
Something about him made me instantly hot, made my pulse pound. Maybe it was that he was even more devastatingly handsome than I'd remembered.
He was staring at me with a brow peaked. Oh, he's waiting for me to say something.
"Uh, no, Edward, you're fine."
He looked down and smiled that familiar crooked smile. Oh sweet Jesus, my face is burning. Fix it!
"I mean, THIS is fine. I'm already here anyways. I was just surprised." Breathe, Bella.
"Well, it's good to see you again. Now, if you're sure it's alright, let's get started Miss Swan."
"Bella, please." He smiled again at my request.
"Okay...Bella. Let's get started then."
My name on his tongue was the most beautiful sound ever. He must have noticed my breathing pick up, because he placed his hands on mine on my lap and began rubbing soothing circles over them.
"We're just going to start with the basics before getting a little more, uh, intimate."
Holy hell, I think I'm melting. Is that even physically possible? Drip. Must be.
He leaned in to my side as he placed his stethoscope against my back. God, another doctor/patient fantasy to take home. Mmm, he smells delicious.
He breathed past my ear, "Take a deep breath, Bella." I did. "And again." I did.
He moved the stethoscope to my chest, placing it just above the swell of my breast. Heaven help me if his fingers so much as brush over the girls!
"And again."
I can honestly say I've never been so turned on during a doctor's appointment--any appointment--ever before. Shit! He'll know exactly how turned on I am in a matter of minutes when he's scoping my vagina! Oh God, he's gonna touch me all wrong in a very right place.
My breath hitched. "Deep breath, one more time, Bella." I did, though somewhat shaky.
"I'm going to listen to you heart now." His hands glided to the right spot, his knuckles barely brushing over the bare skin above my breast. I froze. "Just relax, Bella."
Is it hot in here? Surely he heard my heart stop and restart at the speed of a hummingbird's wings. Crap.
Too soon, he pulled away, but I felt a tingling over the skin where he'd touched me.
"Bella, are you okay? You're heart's racing! Do you have a history of this?" A look of sincere concern crossed his beautiful face, inches from my own. No, I'm not okay, but you seem pretty damn awesome.
"Uh...I'm fine. Nervous." Swallow. "Doctors make me nervous." Shit! "I mean, Appointments make me nervous." Idiot.
"Bella, it's okay. I know these aren't exactly fun visits, but there's nothing to be nervous about. You really should relax." He brushed a stray hair from my face.
Oh, because I can really relax when you do that!
"I'm sorry. That was completely unprofessional of me." He looked away. Oh God!
"I just said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Uh...yes. I was just trying to put you at ease. Clearly I've made your anxiety worse. Please forgive me, Bella."
"No! I mean, of course! You're fine. IT'S fine. I mean..." Oh God more word vomit...
"Come on, Edward, you have to know the effect you have on women. I mean, people! What, with the dazzling you do and such... You've done it since high school." Again, my hand flew to my mouth to physically prevent further humiliation. I think I'm going to be sick.
"Oh?" Cue crooked smile. He SO knows.
"Well, I don't know about my effect on people in general..." Liar! "...But, may I be unprofessional with you again?" Please. I mean, calm nod.
"You are still very beautiful and quite dazzling yourself. And I don't just say that because you're my first...check-up...under the age of 45 today."
Did he just wink at me? Can I get that in writing? No one will believe that Mr. Most Popular from high school would say that to me, even if just trying to make me feel better before totally digging around my hoohah.
I stared stupidly, speechless. It must have made him uncomfortable because he suddenly found the floor rather interesting. He cleared his throat gruffly.
"Uh, anyways, I'm going to need you to lie back now, Miss Swan."
I did, and he stood over me at the side of the exam table. I continued to stare openly at his magnificent face.
"I'm just going to do a breast exam now. Please bring your arms up by your head, elbows bent."
The paper gown crinkled and opened slightly to expose most of my breasts. I wondered if he noticed the extent of my blush. Maybe that's why he gulped.
He gently placed his cool hands under the left flap to grasp that breast, slightly kneading it. The breath I didn't realize I'd held came out as a small whimper at his touch.
"Miss Swan?"
"Huh?" Did I miss something? Why is he chuckling at me while holding my boob?
"I asked if you've been doing monthly self-breast exams at home."
"Oh, uh, yeah. Usually in the shower. Usually the first Friday of the month because--" A simple 'yes' would've sufficed. Kill me now.
I noticed another gulp and some shifting as he moved to repeat the exam on my other breast. Damn, my nipples are so hard they hurt! I hope I don't cut his hand.
I tried to strangle the mewls that escaped while he cupped my fleshy swell tenderly. If only he enjoyed this as much as I am. My mind flashed through short, moving pictures of him climbing onto the table and taking me, ripping the paper own to shreds.
Shit! I think I just dripped onto the table. Good thing that damn crinkle paper is down.
"Everything seems perky up here. I mean perfect. Er, good. No worries." His hand raked through his disastrous hair. I caught the red spreading across his face and neck before he quickly turned towards to counter, away from me.
I heard a quick snap of latex gloves as he settled on a stool before me, eye level to my dripping center. I wonder if those gloves would work for... Down, Bella!
"I'm going to need you to put your feet up in the stirrups now, Miss Swan, and bring your hips to the edge of the table. That's it, and you're going to have to relax your knees out to the side."
He won't even look at me anymore. And sweet Jesus, why are his hands still on my calf after my foot's settled? Drip.
Oh my God! He IS looking at me, just not my face! Drip.
Edward gulped and the shuddered breath he let out met my hot, wet center. Great, he's watching me drip on his table and thinks I'm a perv.
Did he just lick his lips? Drip.
I heard a 'clank' and a breathy "Shit!" and sat up further to see what the source was. The speculum was on the floor, but Edward's hand was still reached over the instrument table where the speculum had been.
"Um...Miss Swan? Rather than leave to get a new speculum, would you mind terribly if I just use my fingers instead?" His voice was breathy and ragged, but he was sincerely trying to keep up a calm, doctor-y facade. And holy hell, he just asked to put his fingers in my naughty place! Uh, yeah! Sign me up!
I tried to sound equally calm. "Whatever you need, Dr. Cullen." Where did Minx Bella come from? I said that without even stuttering!
It was eerily quiet for a few moments other than our ragged breathing. Then I sensed Edward move in closer. Here it comes...
"Shit." I no longer felt his presence nearby. I sat up on my elbows and brought my knees together in a futile attempt at modesty.
Edward stood up suddenly and I could see the heaving of his chest and the heaviness of his eyelids. His hand raked through his hair, stopping to tug at the back, as he paced at the end of the table.
"Is something wrong, Dr. Cullen?" Are my lady bits abnormal? Is there something wrong with them, other than the fact that they've been neglected by a man's hands since last year's appointment with you father? Does that even count? Do I smell funny?
"God Bella. I am SO sorry. You have no idea."
I covered my thighs a little more with the paper gown and sat up even more. "What for?"
He snorted in disgust while still pacing, avoiding eye contact. "For this. This is so unprofessional--God, it's unethical! I can't! This is not what you came here for, to get pawed at by someone you should be able to trust just because he's ..." He trailed off into a mumbled whisper at the end.
"It's okay, Edward. I do trust you."
"You don't understand. I want you, Bella." He turned to finally look at me. His gaze was intense. "I have wanted you since high school. I'm so sorry."
He began to turn from me again but I grabbed his forearm to stop him, to reassure him. "Edward... I've always thought of you as being above and beyond my league. It's not like we were exactly in the same circle of friends, so I never even allowed myself to consider you as an option. Not that I didn't drool over you like every other girl..."
I tried to give him a reassuring smile. At first I saw confusion cross his face, then, anger?
"How can you even say that? Sure, we didn't hang out, but how could I approach you even if I wanted to? And believe me, I did. But you were so beautiful and had such a quiet confidence. I was so intimidated."
I was speechless, but he continued, placing his hands on either cheek.
"Bella, you have to tell me what you're thinking before I go insane."
But I had no thoughts, no words. Only actions. I grabbed his face roughly and pulled it to mine as I sprung up from the table to stand before him. I smashed my lips to his stunned ones. After a moment I felt the pads of his fingers grip my face before knotting into my hair. His lips began to move with mine. The synergy was amazing.
My hands roamed his back, his shoulders, his chest, before slipping my hands beneath the white lab coat to peel it off. Edward moaned into my mouth, and I took the opportunity to dart my tongue in, searching, learning, dancing. His taste was heavenly, fresh, manly.
Next to go was his standard blue Oxford button-down. His torso was chiseled steel. As I explored his bare chest, one of his hands moved down to explore mine--this time, less clinical, more sexual. I needed more. Craved more.
My hands traveled down his chest following the outlines of his abs to his waistline. His muscles twitched under my touch and he pressed his hips forward against mine. I felt his hardness brush my stomach. Still not enough.
I worked his fly open as he pulled away from our kiss with a gasp. My open palm slid down over his boxer briefs from his tip to his base, and he returned his mouth to my neck. I knew, hoped, his suckling there would mark me as his--a remembrance of this occasion.
I continued to stroke over him, feeling the wetness leaking from his head through the cotton. Our breaths became increasingly ragged.
"I've wanted this for so long, Bella," he whispered with his hot mouth right over my ear.
I pulled back enough to work his khakis down over his hips, and he gently pulled the paper gown back and off my shoulders.
"You're perfect. Bella, can I touch you?" Again, no words. I gave my silent consent by lying back on the table and placing his hands on my bare breasts.
He leaned over me to kiss me while his hands worshiped me, slowly moving down my body. His mouth soon followed. He took my right breast in his mouth, licking and sucking while his hand continued on to the place I most wanted and needed it to be.
Again, he searched my face for permission and I nodded my consent. We both moaned as his fingers ran the length of my folds.
"Exquisite," he whispered between kisses under my ear. His talented fingers alternated between strokes and circles over my clit. My need for release was growing fast and hot in my belly. I needed more.
"In, Edward...please."
He gently but purposely drove two fingers into my depths, and I brought my hips up to meet each stroke.
"Bellaaa...Bella, you're so wet. Is it all for me? Tell me it's all for me. I want it to be." Apparently we were both beyond the point of pride or verbal filters.
"Yesss. Yes, Edward. It's all for you." I swung my legs over the side of the table to sit up with him between my knees. My right hand reached out to grasp his impressive erection through his underwear.
"Edward, I want you. I want you so bad, need you." That was all the encouragement he needed to peel his own boxer-briefs off. He stood before me, looking intensely down into my eyes, through to my very soul. I took a brief moment to admire the sight of him naked, erect before me, before positioning him at my entrance.
"God Bella. You don't know how long I've waited for you." He kissed my lips slowly, sweetly, but it was needy, too. And with that he gently pushed into me. Mutual groans were heard as he stretched me to accommodate his size.
"I love how you fill me, Edward." I began to slide my hips to push and pull against him, letting him know I was ready.
"Fuck, Bella. You're so hot and tight. Perfect."
We quickly found a rhythm that suited us both, and we attempted to stifle our moans against each other's skin. His hands gripped my hips and guided me to him thrust for thrust.
"I'm not going to be able to...unngh...hold out much longer, Bella. You just...shit!...feel too good."
"Me, too, Edward. I'm so close. Don't stop!"
I took one of his hands from my hips and placed it over my clit. I guided two of his fingers in circles around the hub of my impending ecstasy as his thrusts became more erratic. I let him take over and reached around his thigh to massage his balls. I knew he was close as I felt them tighten.
"Oh shit...mmm...I'm gonna...gonna...Bella!"
"Now, Edward. Make me cum with you....yes!"
With that, Edward pinched my clit, and I hugged him close as we came together. My walls clenched around his length as he thrust several more time. I felt him throb and spill his heat into mine.
I remained wrapped around him tightly as we came down, panting against each other.
"That was far better than any fantasy I ever had of being with you. And believe me, there have been many."
What do you say to that? 'Oh, well, that was better than any fantasy I've ever had of your father?' Okay, filter, try not to fuck this up...
"I'm glad. I hate to be such a girl, but where does this leave us, Edward? Will I have to schedule an appointment anytime I want to see you again?"
He sweetly kissed my cheek as he pulled out. I missed him instantly.
"Do you believe my desire for you now? Will you let me make up for lost time? Meet me for dinner tonight."
"I think now I have incentive to believe you, yes. I'd love to have dinner with you, but I already have plans with my dad tonight. Tomorrow?"
"I can't wait." I don't think I'll ever tire of that crooked smile.
We helped each other dress before settling on plans for dinner tomorrow. He held my hand for a moment before ushering me out to the lobby.
"I'll see you tomorrow, then," I whispered to keep up his professionalism in the office. And with a huge grin I left him with, "Thank you, Dr. Cullen. That was the best physical ever." *wink*
His jaw hung open as I walked away.
Hope that was worth your while. Be kind in your reviews... It is kinda my first time... ;)
I plan to make this a short series of related one-shots. Second chapter in the works now and outline for third already.