Author's note: Ok, so this couple's been in my head for a while, and I decided to write something down for them. It's not great, but it's just a small lemon. It's not even that great of a lemon. But here it is anyway. Hope some of you like it, and if you do please review it. I love all reviewers, and they all get virtual cookies. xoxo- BlueEyes
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BITTEN
I sighed and buried my head into the pillow.
Mmm… It smelled like him. As I lay in the bed Edward and I share, thoughts of the past year filled my head.
It has been a year since Edward and I were bonded together, in more ways than one, for eternity.
First was the wedding. Even though I had been dreading it, the wedding was very beautiful. And Alice had kept it simple enough for me to enjoy. Edward looked absolutely amazing in his black tux, and I didn't look all that bad myself. Standing up on the alter and telling him how much I love him and that I wanted to be with him forever, was more fun than I thought it would be.
That night Edward held up his part of the deal, and took my virginity. It was probably the best night of my life. It was comical how I thought that I wouldn't want Edward after my change, but I'm still glad our first time was when I was human. Edward was so sweet and gentle, and made me enjoy every minute of it. He also enjoyed it very much; the blood didn't even bother him.
Not long after our wedding, Edward changed me. He was right about the agony, and I spent most of my change passed out from the fire that had run through my veins. Of course Edward was there for every minute of it. He sat with me and held my hand, even when I wasn't conscious. The feeling of my new birth was a horrifying experience, but with my angel beside me, and waiting for me on the other side, dulled the pain in a small way.
Once I was a vampire Edward and I spent every second of every day together. Our family moved, and we were currently out on summer break from Alaska University. At this very moment Edward and Alice were in the next town over doing something they wouldn't tell me about. When I asked Alice said it was a surprise, and after I reminded her I hated surprises she told me to stop be impossible and rolled her eyes.
What I hated even more than surprises was being away from Edward. I miss him. I'd been in bed all day, not wanting to get out if he wasn't here. I'm practically alone anyways. Emmet and Rosalie were on vacation in Greece, Jasper was hunting all day, and I don't even know where Esme went.
The only other person here is Carlisle.
He was in his bedroom watching TV, or reading, or doing something. I'm considering going to see if he'd like some company. We haven't spent much time together since I became a vampire. Edward's a little time consuming. I got out of bed and walked down the hallway to his bedroom. When I got to the door I lightly tapped on it. I heard a soft voice carry from inside, giving me permission to enter.
This was the first time I've ever been in Carlisle and Esme's bedroom. It was a dark red color with a matching canopy bed in the center. There's a leather couch and set of chairs in one corner, and mahogany desk in the other. A large, flat screen TV hung on the wall, and I saw the news was on. The dark curtains were slightly drawn, but I could see that the sun was starting to set. I hadn't realized it was getting so late.
"Bella, how nice to see you," Carlisle was sitting in one of the chairs near the TV, and he looked at me when I came into the room completely. He was in slacks and a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons undone. His blonde hair was adorably messy, and his eyes looked just like Edward's after he's been hunting, light topaz.
"Hello," I said shyly. I don't know why I was shy, we had been living together for a year now, and he was like a second father to me. Maybe it's because he looked so relaxed and comfortable, and…well, gorgeous. I should be used to the way vampires looked flawless, but it was still intimidating. After my change, I noticed that I looked different and more like the rest of my new family. My hair was fuller, my features more pronounced, my skin that beautiful pale color, my body shaped into lovely curves, and my eyes were now my favorite topaz.
Edward kept telling me I was absolutely beautiful, and had always been so. But it was hard to believe him. Next to the others I still felt average, insignificant. It was silly, I know, I looked better, and I had all the new abilities, but still…
"Come, sit," Carlisle said motioning to a chair opposite him. He sat up and straightened his postured as I walked to the chair. I sat down and smiled at him, trying to not seem as uncomfortable as I felt. He was smiling at me too.
"What have you been up to lately?" he asked when I was seated. "I haven't seen you much."
"I know, Edward and I have been spending all our time together. Well, except when we're in class," I said.
"Ah. How is school going?" he inquired.
"Fine. I mean, you know, college is different than high school, but I have Edward and Alice, so it's not so bad," I replied.
"You get used to it after a few times," Carlisle told me. "But, until the next time you go, you'll do fine. You're a smart girl."
"Thanks," I smiled at his kindness. "What have you been doing?" I asked him. I was beginning to ease into our conversation.
"Oh, you know me. I've been at the hospital so much lately. And, when I'm home I've been going over some old texts that I haven't looked at in a long time," he sat back in his chair again, obviously getting more comfortable too. "I think Esme's getting a little upset with me, since I'm never around."
"I'm sure she's fine. You're work is very important, helping people and everything," I told him. And I genuinely meant it. I respected him for his work in the medical field.
"Yes, well it's not as though there's that many people out here to help," he said, referring to our town's microscopic population.
"Still, the people you do help makes it worth while," I said.
"I think so," he smiled. I think he appreciated what I was saying. He looked happy and was smiling at me with a peaceful look on his face. It almost looked like the way Edward looks at me sometimes, but I was never good at reading people, that's Jasper's job. The look in his eyes must be a trick of light.
"And Esme does too, I know she does," I reassured him. "Where is she?"
He looked a bit taken aback by the question, "I honestly have no idea."
"Oh yeah me neither. About Edward, I mean," I laughed, and it almost sounded like a giggle. But I never giggle…or not usually. "Alice kidnapped him."
"She does tend to do that." He sat up and leaned closer to me. He wasn't inches form my face or anything, but I did notice our proximity change. Normally I would shy away from anyone this close, but I actually found myself enjoying his presence.
"So I guess it's just you and me," he said with a small smile. His voice was totally innocent, but there was something in his words that made me feel like I was doing something wrong.
"You look different now. I mean, you were always a very pretty girl, but now…"
"I know, I looked devastatingly gorgeous like all the other vampires," I said cutting him off.
"No. Well, yes you are rather devastatingly gorgeous, but you definitely don't look like other vampires," he had that strange look in his eyes again when he said this. I was a little flustered by the 'devastatingly gorgeous' part, even though he was just repeating what I said. Still, hearing the words from his mouth was different, but nice all the same.
"What do you mean?" I was confused by what he said about me not looking like other vampires. But, of course I didn't think I looked like the others either.
"I'm not sure. There's just something about you that's so…different," his words were becoming quieter. Any minute now he would be whispering.
"Oh," I looked down, a little embarrassed. I was different; that wasn't good.
"No, I like it," he reached out and lifted my chin with his fingers, so that I was looking him directly in the eyes. His touch felt strangely like Edward's. So much so that I didn't pull away.
I should have pulled away though. I could feel us getting closer and closer, but I didn't stop it. That's why I'm a bad person. And, even after he closed the space between us and our lips met, I still didn't pull away.
His lips felt strong and soft, and, just like his touch, like Edward. The kiss seemed to heal a wound I didn't even know was there. I hadn't seen Edward in hours, and Carlisle was such a nice substitute.
He started to become more aggressive when I didn't stop. He seemed to enjoy kissing me as much I did him. He pulled me to his lap and into his arms. He was swift and gentle, but at the same time his hand ran over my body roughly. It was amazing. I had never been touched like this before. Even though I wasn't 'breakable' anymore, Edward was still careful around me. I'm not sure, but I think he did it more out of respect that anything. But, if he only knew that I wanted him to put his hands on me like Carlisle was doing right now.
"Bella…" he moaned against my lips. His hands traveled down my legs and back up again. One rest on my thigh, while the other inched up my shirt. Suddenly it stopped, and he quickly walked us to the bed. He laid me down and crawled on top of me.
He pulled his shirt off rapidly, and I got a good view of his chiseled body. I ran my hands over his abs, up his chest, and they rest around his neck. His lips came crashing back to mine. His strong hands found there way to my shirt again. He literally ripped it off in his haste. He moved his face down to my stomach, and began peppering it with kisses.
I squirmed and moaned. I wanted to stop, but it felt so good. He slowed down as he reached my bra. When he stopped at the cotton fabric, I sat up from under him. His hands were still on my waist as I reached around to unhook the clasp on the only clothing I had on my upper body. I took it off and dropped it on the floor. My eyes never left his as I did this.
He finally looked away to take in my uncovered body, well part of it any way. He actually gasped, like it was so beautiful. His staring made me feel self conscious, until he leaned down and began kissing around my breasts. I lie back again, and let him continue. He took one of my pert nipples in his mouth and suck on it. I moaned his name and put my hands in his hair.
"Carlisle…" It was a little weird saying his name like this, especially since he reminded me so much of Edward. But, this was defiantly not Edward.
While his mouth was busy, his hands had made their way to the top of my jeans. He began unbuttoning them, and slid them down my thighs. His touch on the bare skin there made me shiver in delight.
His mouth returned to mine and we kissed passionately as he massaged my inner thigh with his hands. I pulled away from him and lightly kissed his throat. I reached down to his belt and tried to unbuckle it. Unfortunately, I was not gifted with the grace of most vampires. He chuckled at my struggle with the damn thing. His hands slightly pushed mine away and he undid it himself. I pushed my bottom lip out a little, in a small pout.
He saw my face and laughed again. He kissed my forehead and let me take the belt off the rest of the way. When I finished he leaned in to me and whispered, "You're sexy when you pout." I quickly captured his lips in mine. I couldn't help it; his voice was so alluring.
I worked on his pants next and had an easier time with them. They were discard with the other clothes instantly. We were down to the last bits of underwear now, and our impatience was almost tangible. I could feel his on my thigh.
He put his hands on my underwear and touched me on the place where no one else other than Edward's ever been. He ripped my underwear like my shirt, and stroked my tenderly. Then he fluidly stuck his finger inside me. I moaned in pleasure and arched my back.
Next, he put another one in and rubbed me hastily. I screamed as I came on his hand. I began breathing deeply, even though I didn't need to anymore. Old habits die hard.
Carlisle kissed up to my neck and sucked on it fiercely. I moved out from under him and straddled him. He looked surprised at my bold move. I leaned down to kiss him before moving to his boxers. I decided to ruin a pair of his underwear too, and tore through the elastic like it was tracing paper. Once they were gone I moved back to his chest and kissed all over it.
He moaned softly and rubbed my head lovingly. I bit at his shoulder playfully and he laughed. "Hungry Bella?" he said softly. Then he grabbed my hips and was on top of me again.
"Ravenous," I rubbed my legs in anticipation. He positioned himself over me and right before he went in I thought about how wrong this was. Carlisle is my husband's father and best friend, and he's married to a wonderful woman who's been so kind to me.
Then Carlisle was inside me and all other thoughts were gone. Don't get me wrong, they were still there, but they were buried somewhere deep in my conscious, waiting to be retrieved later.
He pumped my fast and I was lost in a world of pleasure, where the only thoughts or sounds were of both our heated moans. He was rough and sweet, and I loved every minute of it. His hands were on my waist, and his lips on my neck. We moved together so easily it was like we had been doing this for years. I could feel him ready to cum and I was almost there. In the moment before we both climaxed, I was his and he was mine, and no one else existed. Of course, this wasn't true in the real world.
As he thrust into me one last time I screamed out in pure pleasure. I had to catch myself though, because I almost said the name of my love, not my lover. I did fix the mistake.
"Carlisle!" I screamed his name as I let out. He rested on top of me for a minute as the waves of intense passion subsided. When he did roll over, I rested my head on his hard chest. I was so happy and comfortable with him for some reason. I don't know why. It's different, but I like it.
We heard his cell phone sound from the other side of the room. And just like that reality came crashing down on our heads. We both knew whom it was calling without looking. I loved being with Carlisle, but I loved my husband, and Carlisle loved his wife.
What have we done?