Title: Wanders nachtlied II op 96 no. 3 d. 768 - schubert
Summary: One shot—What really happened when Carlisle stitched Bella up.
"Jas," Alice pleaded, cradling Jasper's frenzied face in her tiny hands. Bella saw his face—twisted and contorted with ferocity, his deadly teeth gnashing and snapping.
"It's just a little…" Alice trailed off as she caught the scent of the blood trickling down Bella's arm, "…blood."
Bella looked away from her injured arm to see a rather sobering sight: Seven
"Get Jasper out of here," Carlisle ordered, instantly at Bella's side, his long, cool fingers appraising the wound with centuries of expertise.
"I'll have to stitch this up in my office," he said, his brow furrowed, "Check on Jasper. I'm sure he's very upset with himself, and I doubt he'll listen to anyone but you now."
Edward stood rooted to the spot, clenching his jaw, glaring at the floor.
"Edward," Carlisle repeated firmly, his authority in his voice gentle, but unmistakable. Slowly, Edward obeyed, his expression stony and solemn.
Bella gasped as Carlisle lifted her effortlessly onto his desk, not giving her a second glance as he busied himself with strips of gauze. Bella admired him, unable to help herself. His perfect hands guided her arm to his elbow, "Try and keep it there, Bella, it will be easier to work from that angle," he muttered, and Bella let her arm relax against him, her hand curling perfectly around his side. He didn't feel cold and hard like Edward: on the contrary, he felt warm and safe. An unexpected wave of desire ripped through her. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry.
"I never wanted to have a party," she said quickly, needing to say something, anything to break the silence.
A ghost of a smile passed over Carlisle's lips, "It's not your fault. Jasper hasn't been away from human blood as long as the rest of us."
He shifted, tapping the glass from the tweezers into the bowl. Bella felt hardness shift under her hand, it seemed silly to call it muscle—more like the plates of armor on a rhinoceros, than anything human.
Another wave of desire pulsed through her, stronger this time. Being with Edward never felt like this—this was terrible, this was like a drug, and this wasn't fair! She belonged with Edward, and Carlisle belonged with Esme. She felt horrible, like she was somehow betraying Edward, but Carlisle's nearness was awakening feelings she had never experienced. She was throbbing between her legs, like a furnace with a pulse. She clenched her thighs together, trying desperately to stop. It did quite the opposite. Bella's mind raced with a thousand things. What if he could hear her increased heartbeat, smell the desire wafting off her like a perfume? What if he told Esme, or worse, Edward?
"How do you do it?" She asked, wanting desperately to break the silence, to distract him from the shameful reaction of her body.
He finally looked up, flashing a small smile at her.
"Years and years of practice," he murmured, flashing her a flirtatious grin.
Bella's mouth went dry.
She felt the desperate urge to say something, anything, to distract herself from her body's betrayal.
"Did you ever just…think of doing it the easy way?" She mumbled, fidgeting. Somehow neither one of them took the question in the intended context.
Carlisle was silent, the guarded gentleness gone from his eyes. Instead they flashed with intensity, and it seemed to Bella that centuries of emotions were boring into her, as if his eyes were trying to say what he couldn't.
"Sometimes," he admitted quietly, his fingers lingering on her arm. She brushed her calf against the back of his knee, curling her fingers into his shirt, gripping his arm more tightly. She was almost afraid to look at him, but she did. She searched his eyes for disgust, rejection, even tolerance—but found only the eyes of a predator, blazing with hunger—she didn't know if it was for her or her blood: and she didn't care.
"Bella," he breathed, cupping her face in his cool hands, pressing his forehead to hers. Her breath mingled with his, and this closeness, this trembling desire struggling to remain chaste, was more erotic than all the kisses she had shared with Edward. She strained her lips toward his; ghosting over the soft, cool flesh. She whimpered softly, so quietly she had trouble hearing it, but Carlisle understood the plea. Bella gasped sharply as his lips collided with hers. His tongue darted gently into her mouth, taking time to taste her—with the silent understanding passing between them that this would only happen once.
Bella responded clumsily—seeming only to inflame Carlisle's ardor. With inhuman speed he unbuttoned her dress, sliding it off her shoulders and pushing it around her waist. Carlisle stepped back, his golden eyes seeming to glow, and Bella blushed under the intensity of his gaze, hunching over.
"Stop," he whispered fiercely, halting her arms, "You're exquisite, Bella."
He bent his sleek head to her breasts, running his lips over them before taking a dainty nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing her. A shock shot through Bella, the clash of his cool mouth on her hot flesh more intense than anything she had ever felt. He sucked gently, and Bella gasped, raking her nails through his hair as he lavished attention on her. Lost in the sensation, Bella's mind was a clouded haze. His licks and nips became more fervent as he slid his hands up her legs, before kneeling before her, hooking an elegant finger in her underwear, yanking them off.
Bella squirmed, snapping back to reality, suddenly panicked, but Carlisle held her still in an iron grip. She felt more like prey now than she had ever felt around the Cullens, and for a moment she played the role of a terrified deer facing her hunter.
"Bella," he growled warningly, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her belly. This was a side of Carlisle she had never seen.
He was primal, violent, and dominant.
Seeing him like this was unbelievably erotic.
His eyes softened, as if to remind Bella that it was still Carlisle. She relaxed, watching his head dip between her legs. She was painfully aware of his every movement, his fingers gripping her thighs, his breath on her. She jumped when she felt his regal nose run up her slit, blushing fiercely as he breathed deeply. He wasted no time in attacking her, and at the first swipe of his flat tongue, she was lost to it, throwing her head back, her eyebrows furrowed and mouth open in silent entreaty. His pointed tongue circled her nub with inhuman speed, making her whimper and mew. She gripped the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles were white, shamelessly grinding her hips against his mouth. A light sweat covered her body, her knees squeezing his shoulders. Bella's eyes flew open as he plunged his tongue into her, introducing her to an entirely new sensation before returning to her clitoris.
She was close now, she could feel it, and so could he. He flicked his tongue over her, and Bella flew over the edge, her mouth frozen in a silent scream. He let her ride it out, reveling in the feeling of her walls clenching around his tongue. She groaned in disappointment as his tongue left her, and she opened her eyes to see Carlisle unfastening his belt, his face shining with her orgasm, a gentle smirk on his face. His pants pooled around his ankles, and Bella was face to face with his cock. Overcome with curiosity, she wrapped her tiny hand around him, feeling its weight. It was soft, but strong—like steel rod covered in velvet. His hair was sparse, giving her an excellent view of his heavy balls. She darted her tongue out, running it up the underside of the shaft, making Carlisle shudder and grip her hair tightly. She sucked him into her mouth hungrily, swirling her tongue around the head, bobbing up and down.
"Bella stop," he pleaded, pulling her up and setting her on the desk once more. His eyes met hers, as if he was silently asking her permission.
"Yes," Bella groaned, spreading her legs, biting her lip as she felt his tip press into her. She gasped at the sensation; more different than anything she had ever felt. She felt completely filled, as if it was almost too much, like sliding into a bath that was just too warm, but not warm enough to scald.
"Oh," she breathed in wonder.
"Yeah?" Carlisle replied huskily, that one word somehow…naughty. Perhaps it was that he never used it, it was always "Yes". There was something base about it, coming from his proper mouth.
He began to thrust, and it was all Bella could do to hold on to him for dear life. He was filling her so completely it was painful—she knew it was harder and deeper than any human could go. He was brushing against some secret spot inside her; a spot she knew would belong to him forever. With each thrust Bella felt herself come closer and closer to some unknown, daunting feeling building in the pit of her stomach. She buried her nose in the crook of his neck, feeling his muscles tense beneath her face, hands, and lips, his breath ragged in her ear, She was mumbling incoherently now, urging him to bring her closer to this new peak she was chasing. He began to grunt, his thrust becoming more erratic. The pressure inside her was reaching unbearable, wonderful levels. Her vision began to blur and darken as she neared her release, and with a final series of thrusts that she was sure bruised her cervix, she exploded, her slick channel pulsing and clenching around him, her body tingling and going numb. He gave a strangled cry, gripping her hips tightly and pushing as far into her as he could. Bella felt a burning inside her as Carlisle's hips jerked, crying out into her shoulder. The burning became hotter, more stinging, and the pain brought her crashing back to reality.
"Carlisle?" She asked worriedly.
"It's the venom. It's safe," he said tiredly, the old Carlisle slowly returning. He gave her a small smile, smoothing her hair and planting a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"It's unpleasant, but it will go away shortly," he explained, a tinge of shame in his voice.
"It's wonderful," she offered, smiling.
It was wonderful because it was Carlisle's. The fact that it was from him somehow making the pain exquisite, a reminder that this had actually happened.
Edward was waiting for her outside, glowering at her steering wheel.
She hoped that his sense of smell wasn't as good as she supposed.