This wasn't why he had come over. He had only dropped by, having "happened to be in the neighbourhood" (which, really, was an idiotic excuse, because there was nothing around the Cullen house for miles), to ask about that boy. That boy that would not, could not be kept away from his Bella. It was a "and while I'm here" sort of thing, that's all. He didn't spend a good amount of time each day thinking of ways he could keep them apart without causing his daughter too much pain. He had better things to think about.
Like Carlisle Cullen's hands. They were, after all, what had landed him in this mess. The doctor had come to the door, and Charlie remembered being stupidly shocked not to see him in a lab coat and tie. Of course he wouldn't be wearing his work clothes at home… He had been informed that Esme and just about everyone else was out of the house, leaving Carlisle a rare day alone. Maybe there had been an invitation in that. Maybe Charlie had just imagined it. Maybe he would pretend he hadn't and just hope…
Charlie had quickly back-pedalled at that, insisting that he didn't want to be a nuisance, walking out the door again, but then Carlisle ("Really, there's no need to be so formal, especially outside of work. I assume you haven't come here for work?" though there hadn't been any question about it.) had caught his sleeve and smiled at him—they were just about the same height, though maybe Charlie was an inch taller, he couldn't tell—and asked him to stay and, well, how could he refuse…?
He had tried to stay focussed, tried to stick to the subject of Bella and that boy, but when Carlisle had laid a guiding hand on his shoulder, steering him towards the too-white parlour, gesturing for him to sit down, and looking so graceful as he walked to another chair… He had foundered, wondering why he had come. To see Carlisle? No, but… that seemed to be just as good as whatever he had had planned…
And he had almost grasped it, thankful for the other man's complacent silence, when Carlisle had suddenly been next to him and he couldn't remember seeing the doctor get up and walk over, but there he was, a hand on his thigh, and those hands became the centre of his universe for some time after.
He had wondered, as those strangely cold hands had pushed him gently back on the couch, if they were really going to do this here, but before he could vocalise that, the thought was gone, replaced by incoherent approval in the form of embarrassing sounds that just may have escaped his lips.
Those hands were running over bare skin now, so intense that Charlie didn't dwell on the cold touch of Carlisle's flesh nor the hardness of it. Everything was feeling, but in the deepest, most pleasurable sense of the word. The hands were everywhere, all over him, over him, under him, along his sides, within him, without him, caressing him, stroking him. Charlie simply… forgot how to think, forgot how to breathe, and with Carlisle's lips on his, how could he anyway?
Even though the doctor's skin was cold, everything was so hot and he thought he'd just burn up, and he worried about the mark he'd leave on the white sofa, and he worried worried worried
But then Carlisle was all over under in him, and he was edging towards a drop, a sheer drop, and he clung to Carlisle for dear life, praying praying praying in his mind, out loud, oh God, was that his voice that Carlisle wouldn't drop him.
Whispered reassurances…
I've got you
I won't let you go
I've got you
Hold on
Don't let go
I've got you
And they were getting close to the edge, closer closer closer, and he wondered how Carlisle wasn't bleeding with how hard Charlie was digging his fingernails into the man's back, but oh it didn't matter, because THERE
They were falling, but it felt so good he never wanted to stop it had never been like this before.
xXxXx
It was an hour later that Charlie managed to reconnect and resolidify the goo that his bones had become. Carlisle walked him to the door, and when they got there, said nothing, did nothing, except and say, "I hope you'll be visiting more often. We don't see much of you up here. And say hi to Bella for me." And with a smile that left aftershocks coursing through Charlie's bloodstream, he disappeared.
