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It took a week for the family to settle back into some semblance of a routine after Edward's return. Bella had, at first, avoided him, but in the last few days had started to warm up a little. She wasn't ready to sit down and talk to him, but she was at least attempting to be friendly. He was trying to be gallant; smiling at her, greeting her with daily pleasantries.

I knew the truth. It was killing him.

He hadn't even made an effort to speak to me, choosing instead to ignore me. When I would show Bella affection, he would leave the room. When Bella and I were intimate, he would leave the house completely. I wouldn't push him; if it was me in the situation I would do the same. This wasn't the issue at hand, however.

Tonight would be the night for Bella and Carlisle. She was nervous, and no amount of soft words would calm her. Carlisle, for the most part, kept to himself for most of the day-probably in an attempt to ease Bella's nerves. Currently, she was packing an overnight bag and pacing around our room. 'Switching' was not permitted in the family home. We found it easier to keep that part of our lives as a completely separate entity altogether; it prevented any complications. We owned a cabin a few towns over that served this purpose. It was smaller than our home, obviously, but comfortable. There were two bedrooms, a living area, a kitchen and a bath-all decorated by Esme. She may not take part in our extracurricular activities, but she was supportive of them.

Before she left, Bella would need to talk to Carlisle first, something she had been hesitant about.

"Bella? When you're all packed, why don't you head upstairs to Carlisle's study? He's waiting for you." I said, trying to encourage her with confidence. I heard her huff and put down her bag.

"I'm done now, I guess I'll go on up." Her face was puckered in the most adorable pout known to man. I walked forward and pulled her towards me.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, one last time.

"Yes. I just have to suck up my confidence. It's there, I'm just nervous. This is new territory for me." She smiled meekly and headed for the door. I watched her lope up the stairs so slow it was almost painful. I couldn't help but smile at her nerves.

Bella

I knocked on Carlisle's door, even though he knew I was there. It made it ten times worse because everybody else was still in the house, and they knew. I couldn't get it out of my mind that I was doing something naughty. I opened the door and marched in, looking far more confident than I felt.

"Bella!" Carlisle exclaimed, rising from his chair to approach me. He stopped a few feet in front of me and smiled. I smiled back and waved like a five year old.

"I'm sure you'd like for me to tell you what to expect with me?" he asked after a few moments of silence, and I nodded. What else could I say? Yes, Carlisle, please tell me what having sex with you is going to be like. I snorted, and Carlisle looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry. Go on."

"Why don't you tell me what's worrying you first," he said, motioning for me to speak. I paused to think, trying to find the right words to convey what I was feeling.

"I'm not so much worried as I am nervous. I've only been with Jasper. I'm afraid I won't be any…good," I told him after a few minutes. Thank you, thank you, thank you for not allowing me to blush anymore. I was glad when he didn't laugh at me. Instead, he tilted my chin up so that I could look him in the eyes, stroking my cheek with his finger.

"You will be magnificent. And I will take care of you-do you understand? You won't have to worry about a thing when you're with me." His eyes smoldered and the sincerity in his voice rang through the room.

It…turned me on. Holy shit, this just might work.

I stuttered a bit while I explained the rest of my worries. His hand never left my face. "And Esme. She's…okay with this? For real?" I pictured the motherly figure of the house and I just couldn't understand.

"Esme is one hundred percent supportive of our lifestyle. If you don't believe me, she'd be happy to explain it herself. You can talk to her if you like-I'm going to head over to the house and get ready," he said, leaning forward to embrace me lightly before striding out the door.

Esme. Yes. I should talk to Esme. I followed the same path Carlisle took and strode into the kitchen where Esme was sitting at the table, sketching.

"Um…Esme? Can I talk to you?" I asked. She looked up and smiled.

"Of course. Sit down." I chose the chair across from her. I looked into her beautiful face, and I just felt sick. I was going to sleep with her husband in a matter of hours.

"Are you worried about how I feel about you and my husband?" she asked plainly, and I balked.

"Yeah. I just…how is it okay?" I blurted, because I didn't know how else to put it. She took my hands in hers.

"I love Carlisle with every part of my being. I also trust him completely, and know that he will always come home to me. I trust each and every one of you as well. This makes him happy, and in turn makes my family happy. We live for a long time, Bella-what kind of life would it be without trust?" she said to me, and I understood. She believed wholly that nothing would ever come between her and Carlisle.

"I can kind of see that. It's like, I love Jasper. I will never love anyone else besides him. But…it's a different kind of love, isn't it?" She nodded, enthusiastically.

"Yes! And if you take that with you, and explore the different kinds of love this kind of experience offers, you can become a stronger person." She leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

I felt, rather than saw, Jasper standing in the corner of the kitchen. I turned to look at him, trying to find something to say, but I couldn't think of anything.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked, attempting to smile at me. It didn't reach his eyes.

"Yes. Are you driving me?" I asked as I stood from my chair, and walked over to join him. That would be a little awkward.

"I would like that, if you don't mind," he replied as we walked towards the door.

"Sure." Because I didn't have anything else to say.

The ride was quick and silent. Jasper didn't say a word, only reaching over to hold my hand. When we arrived, the lights were already on. He leaned over and pecked me on the lips before I got out.

"I love you." His gaze zeroed in on my eyes.

"And I love you. Always." I smiled and got out. He watched me until I got to the door and then he sped away. I closed my eyes, grabbed the doorknob and walked in.

The house was nice, but that wasn't a surprise. I didn't know what to expect. Chains on the walls? Whips lurking on the coffee table? Note to my imagination-knock it the hell off. Carlisle was standing in the living room wearing a pair of slacks and a white button down shirt. He looked like he just got out of the shower-his hair was still damp. I realized I was still standing in the doorway, so I rushed forward and hurriedly shut the door behind me.

Now what? I thought to myself. Carlisle must have sensed my distress, because he walked forward and grabbed my hands.

"Why don't you sit down on the couch for a minute. I'm going to try and help you relax." Sounded like a good idea to me, so I followed his instructions. I moved over and sat down in the middle of the dark brown couch that was situated on the right side of the room.

"Now close your eyes," he murmured. No problem. I did as instructed, relaxing just a little bit. I could hear Carlisle moving closer to me, coming in from the left. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began to rub in deep, slow circles. He was standing in front of me, and I heard him shuffle a bit, then I could feel his breath on my face. His lips touched my forehead, my cheek, my nose, before finally coming to rest against my lips.

Oh. Oh.

He didn't increase the pressure, allowing me to become accustomed to the feel of him. His hands trailed up the side of my neck and landed on my cheeks, pulling me closer. I felt the pressure on my lips increase slightly, and I tentatively began to kiss back. His lips curved into a brief smile as he began to kiss with a bit more fervor. His tongue darted out to taste my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He wasted no time-his tongue was in my mouth, exploring before I could think to move. His taste was surprisingly sweet and it mingled with my own in a pleasant way. I let my hands move from where they lay limp at my sides to his face, twirling his hair with my fingers. He was pleased with my response, I could tell. He was kneeling in front of me now, his hands moving across my back. I realized he was trying to push his way in between my legs to be closer, so I immediately opened up to let him in. His mouth pulled away from mine and began to trail kisses all over my face, down my neck, and around my collarbone before stopping by my ear.

"I promise you I'll take care of you," he whispered, reminding me of what he said earlier. Only this time, his voice was low and husky and downright sexy.

"I know." I whispered back.

"Let me take you to my room," he said, only it came out as more of a command than a request. He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the couch, leading me down a small hallway and opening the first door to the right. The room, like the rest of the house, was lightly decorated. The bed in the center had blue sheets and a white comforter, creating a rather nice effect. At the end of the bed was a very ornate chest. Carlisle caught me looking at it.

"We won't be needing anything in there…this time." He said, winking at me. I didn't have time to wonder about what he meant before Carlisle had scooped me up and dumped me onto the bed. I thought he was playing with me until I felt him crawl up my body. OhmyGod. His shirt made a scraping sound against my own as he inched his way up to my face.

"Just let me lead…" he murmured.

So I did.

His breath fanned over my face and down my neck and I could feel his fingers pulling at the edge of my shirt. He pulled it up over my head, and I only had to adjust a bit for him to remove it completely. He purred approvingly at what he found-I wasn't wearing a bra.

"You're incredibly sexy-you know that right?" he asked. I didn't answer. The palms of his hands were skating my ribcage…higher…brushing the sides of my breasts and I found myself moving into his hands, wanting more contact. He obliged by palming my breasts lightly before ghosting his fingers over my nipples. His mouth took the place of his hands, licking and sucking and ohholyjesusmaryandjoseph…

I ground myself upward, wanting to feel him near me and was rewarded with his very prominent erection pressing against his slacks. I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, moving much too quickly. Within a second, it was on the floor. I scratched my fingernails down his torso until I met his waistband. I grabbed his belt, and yanked it off so hard it snapped, throwing the corresponding pieces somewhere that was out of my sight. I tore open the button on his very unassuming slacks, and slid the zipper down quickly. We both worked to slide them down over his hips, and Carlisle used his legs to wriggle the rest of the way out of them.

"Are you ready to play, Bella?" he asked, flipping me on top of him after he tossed his slacks in the corner. He was still in his boxers and I still had my jeans on, but the feel was delicious. He sat up, licking a path from the middle of my chest to the base of my neck. He stood us up on the bed and began to pull at the button of my jeans, one arm wrapped around me. I did what I could to help him, crawling down him to shake off my jeans. While his hands were free, he yanked off his boxers and added them to the pile of clothes on the floor. In seconds, I was back in his arms and he was laying me back onto the bed. I felt his fingers slide down between my legs and he swirled them around my entrance a few times before turning his attentions to my clit.

"Oh…oh. Fuck." I crowed, and it was so good. His hands were skilled and precise-something from his craft I assumed.

"Just like that?" he murmured against the skin where my neck and shoulder met, and I could only nod in response. He slid two fingers inside me, preparing me, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed his hand, indicating that I wanted him to stop, and he pulled away. My hands grabbed his straining cock and stroked, hard. He let out a breathy grunt and thrust his hips into my hand.

"I'm going to take you-now." He stated, his words causing a shiver to roll down my spine. He positioned himself at my entrance and with one quick thrust he was filling me completely. I arched into him and he took advantage, gathering me around the waist and pulling me into a seated position again. My legs wrapped around him and he pulled me close…deeper…harder. His hands grasped at every inch of skin he could reach while his mouth sucked and nipped across my neck. Our pace increased and it felt like bliss and blood and everything all at once. We were panting and he was close; his hand managed to snake in between us, I don't even know how, and began rubbing circles around my clit.

"My God…" I screamed as I came, clenching and dripping my juices down onto him. He followed immediately, grunting and pulling me close and I could feel his cold seed shoot deep inside of me. He fell backwards and brought me down on top of him.

"Oh wow," I breathed.

"I told you that you would be magnificent," he said, and I couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, well…" I mumbled and Carlisle leaned up to kiss my forehead.

Carlisle grasped my hips and lifted me slightly to slide out of me. He settled me back on top of him, and grasped my chin, tilting my head down to kiss my lips. It was a slow, leisurely kiss; a lovers kiss. He was the one to break it, running his hands down my arms to rest on my hips again. He leaned his head back, a small grin breaking across his face.

"Join me in the shower?" he asked.

I placed my palms on his chest, pushing myself into a sitting potion, and slowly nodded, biting my bottom lip. Carlisle grinned, and I slid off him to stand on the floor. He followed quickly, holding out his hand to lead me to the bathroom. Only a couple of doors down from Carlisle's room, the bathroom was as simply decorated as the rest of the house had been. I perched myself upon the sink while Carlisle leaned over the tub to turn on the water. I took the opportunity to admire his body-the backside anyways. His chalky white skin was taught over lean, rangy muscles that flexed and bunched in his back and ass as he moved around. His blonde hair brushed the nape of his neck when he stood and pushed the curtain open all the way.

He turned and caught me looking at him, but I didn't turn my face away, merely grinned and shrugged. Carlisle returned my grin mischievously, and came over to lean against the sink and press his lips to mine. I opened my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands moved down to grip my waist, and he lifted me turning towards the shower never breaking the kiss. The muscles in his thighs flexed and brushed against my ass when he stepped over the side of the tub, and he shifted to support me with one arm while he pulled the curtain closed behind us.

I unfurled my legs from his waist as he lowered me to the ground. My hands roamed down his chest and around to cup his ass. Where is all of this confidence coming from? I wondered. I was nervous as hell coming in here, and now I can't seem to keep my hands off him. Carlisle looked down at me, arching an eyebrow and I offered a small smile in response. He ran his palms up my arms to my shoulders, using slight pressure to turn me around. Carlisle slid his hands down to splay across my stomach, pulling me back against him. I could feel him growing erect against my back, and it sent a thrill though me.

"Can I wash you Bella?" he asked, and I nodded in response. He planted a kiss against the side of my neck before turning and grabbing shampoo off a built in shelf. He slowly washed and rinsed my hair, peppering kisses across my face and neck every chance he got. Carlisle leaned around me to grab the loofah that was hanging from one of the knobs, and lathered soap onto it. Starting at my shoulders, he rubbed in small circles down my arms and across my stomach before he dropped to his knees on the shower floor.

Turning me once again to face him, Carlisle rubbed the loofah over my lower abdomen and hips, this time following its progress with his lips. He pushed me back against the shower wall and pushed my knees apart, running the netted material over my inner thighs, sending shocks through my body when his lips followed there as well. Carlisle looked up at me as he washed my calves, then he stood to hang the loofah back up, and he leaned into me, whispering in my ear.

"Can I touch you again Bella?"

A low breathy moan escaped my lips, and I nodded quickly. Please God, touch me again.

"Say it, tell me."

"Yes Carlisle, please, touch me," I breathed.

"Thank you," he whispered, before dropping to his knees again, pushing my legs apart. He ran his hands over my still soapy thighs, until he reached the apex, curving down and around them to cup my ass. Carlisle hitched my right leg over his shoulder, and used two fingers to open me to him. I threw my head back against the wall at just the thought of what he was about to do, and spread my arms behind me, bracing myself.

The first touch of his tongue against my flesh had me gasping his name and pressing myself even harder into the wall behind me. Carlisle flattened his tongue against my pussy, licking from top to bottom before flicking my clit with the tip. He alternated swirling, flicking and nipping at me until I had my hands tangled in his hair and couldn't contain the small screams coming from me. My left leg began to shake uncontrollably so Carlisle grasped my thigh and brought my leg over his shoulder to join the other one.

I leaned my weight against the shower wall, thrusting my chest out and wrapped my legs around his head. My pussy began to throb in anticipation, and Carlisle slid two fingers deep inside of me, pumping them slowly. He latched down on my clit, sucking hard.

"Oh fuck Carlisle!" I screamed as my orgasm racked through me, and I slammed my head back, cracking the tile behind me. Carlisle unwound my legs from his neck, and it was a good thing that he didn't need to breath, or I would have choked the life from him. He wrapped his arms around me waist and held me up as the feeling returned to my legs. He pressed his lips to mine, and I could taste myself on his tongue.

As soon as I could stand on my own two legs, Carlisle removed one arm from around my waist and bent down to turn the water off. Keeping the other around me, he pushed the curtain to the side, and reached out, grabbing two towels off the rack. He wrapped one around me, and tied the other around his waist. We stepped out of the shower, and I turned to him, confused.

"I thought you wanted to shower?" I asked him.

"Oh, I showered earlier," Carlisle told me with a small chuckle.

"But-" I began, then my brain caught up and I understood. I shot him a smile, and took the hand he held out to me.

We walked back to his bedroom in silence, and dressed just as quietly. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, just the silence of two people who were now comfortable with one another in every possible way. I turned to him when I finished dressing.

"Thank you," I said as he pulled a T-shirt over his head. I thought it appropriate. Carlisle looked at me over his shoulder.

"No Bella, thank you."

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I stood amongst the trees that surrounded the property, and looked straight through the yellow pained window. I watched as he whispered to her, I watched as he undressed her, I watched her undress him. His lips against her beautiful supple flesh, lips that should be mine. I should be the one kissing her, I should be the one touching her, it should be my fingers buried deep inside her. I had to close my eyes and turn my head away as she took him into her small hand, and again when he thrust into her.

I watched as he pumped into her, and as she wrapped her luscious legs around his waist, but now, it wasn't him I saw laying with her; it was myself I saw. With these images dancing in front of my eyes, I lowered my fingers to the button of my jeans and quickly and without thought undid it and the zipper, taking my length into my hand. I stroked myself as I watched them, imagining that it was her tight heat surrounding me instead of my own palm. It didn't take long for me to reach my climax; it never did when I think of her. I stripped off my shirt to clean up after myself, and when I looked up they were leaving the room. I balled my soiled shirt in my fist, and turned, headed for home.

I would get my chance.

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