After seeing New Moon, yet again, I started writing this for the scene when Carlisle is stitching up Bella's arm. The just had tons of chemistry and it was so… so… sensual. I just had to write something for it. I already have quite a few chapters written so I will be updating very, very soon. Maybe tonight or tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned just one Cullen boy! But, unfortunately, all I have is a normal one, not even a wolf.
This starts when Carlisle is almost done stitching her up.
"But don't worry about anything, Bells. What's meant to be, will be." He nudged my chin up, but his hand lingered. Very, very slowly, almost torturously, he began to lean in.
"My breath hitched, "Carlisle…", but I was also leaning in.
"Don't fight it Bella." He closed the gap between us and I melted into him. It was perfect. His smell of linen and leather. My hands found their way to his gorgeous hair and tangled into the locks. We had completely crushed into each other.
Suddenly Carlisle was a foot away and finishing up the stitches on my arm.
"Wha-?"
'Edward' he mouthed. Sure enough, Edward walked in ten seconds later.
"Ready to go, Bella?" he asked in an emotionless tone. Unaware what had been happening not two minutes ago.
"I think it would be best if I brought her home son. There is still a lot of blood on her." Carlisle winked at me discretely.
"Whatever." Edward hissed, then stomped to his room and slammed the door. I was in shock. Edward had never acted like such a - a brat.
Carlisle saw my amazement and chuckled. "Don't worry about him. He always throws little temper tantrums. Ready to leave?"
It was when we started driving away from the house that I fully realized what had happened. How could I make out with Edwards father?! Oh God, what about Esme?!?!
I started to hyperventilate. Carlisle took hold of my hand and was rubbing soothing circles on it. "Shh. Calm down Bella. It will all be fine. We're going to talk this whole thing out." Almost instantly I calmed. Dam! Why don't I react this way with Edward?!
We pulled up to my house and he materialized at my door. "Let's go on a walk and talk about everything." I nodded. He took my hand and led me down the path into the woods. We sat down on a tree log.
For some reason I didn't regret what we'd done, just worried about Edward and Esme, and I felt nervous. Nervous it would never happen again. "Carlisle," I loved saying his name, "what happened back there? How could we do that to Edward and Esme?"
He took hold of both my hands, I started to pull away, then stopped. His hands felt so right on mine. "Esme and I were only together out of convenience. We have never truly loved each other in that way, she's more of a best friend to me than anything else. She knows I have feelings for you and supports it." He gently kissed each of my knuckles.
"What about Edward? He loves me. I love him?" It sounded like a question, though I didn't mean it that way, did I?
"Edward told you a little about the Volturi, right?"
"Yeah"
"Well," Carlisle began, "Marcus, one of the rulers has two special gifts. First, he can tell what the relationship truly is between two people. Second, he can pinpoint anyone he wants in the world and view them. When I first realized my feelings for you I called him and asked if he could view yours and Edwards relationship."
"And?" I prompted.
He looked at me carefully, then continued. "He told me you did not really love each other, that you relationship was one based on fascination and addiction. Does that make sense to you?" Yes, I knew that was what it was for a long time now, I just never said anything since I didn't want to lose the family I had come to love and depend on.
"That doesn't change the fact that Edward at least thinks he's in love with me."
"Bella, you've only ever really seen the parts of Edwards personality he wants you to. He is my son and I love him, but he truly is a selfish, self-important, brat. Now, that brings me to what I next asked Marcus. I asked him what our relationship was, or could be." I couldn't look him in the eye. I was still processing everything. He dropped my hands to put both on either side of my face, forcing me to look at him.
"C-Carlisle," I started, "don't tell me yet. I need to think all this through. Wait, why hasn't Edward read all this in your mind?"
"Oh, I reckon he has. He just refuses to believe, or accept any of it."
We were mere inches away. I couldn't help it, I kissed him with all the passion I could muster. His tongue traced my lower lip and I opened eagerly. There was just something in the way his hands felt on me, how our bodies melted together. It was like we had this harmonic connection that no one else could ever understand.
Before I knew it he was pushing me against a tree. He didn't touch me like I was going to break, nor was he rough, more like he wanted me to know it was him giving me pleasure.
I pulled away to breathe and he began kissing my neck. "Carlisle." I half moaned half whispered.
"Bella." he replied, attacking my mouth again. We needed to stop before this went to far, though part of me wanted it to. Carlisle picked up on my reluctance and pulled away a little. "Bella, honey, I'm sorry if I made you feel put upon."
I laughed at the old expression, "No, its not that, just I have no idea what to do. I need to think, but for some reason I want you to stay with me forever, never leaving my side, and it scares the shit out of me."
"I understand. Here." he handed me a cell phone, "call me when you're ready to talk some more, my number is programmed into it. Please call me as soon as you know what you want to do." I nodded and pocketed the phone.
We walked back to my house in silence, Carlisle never letting go of my hand. "Goodnight beautiful." he whispered, kissing me on the cheek before disappearing into that night.
I have them in a relationship really fast since I hate when it takes ten chapters for them to make out and going through all that "does he like me? He couldn't, he's way to good for me" crap… sounds mean… lol.
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