A/N: and I've had this chapter floating around my head since last Friday and I really wanted to update. This is a long chapter...I tried to make it short but I couldn't.
Je suis desole. Sorry.
As always, I don't own anything related to Twilight or its characters. I do however own a plush elephant won for me by a very sexy man.
Enjoy.
CPOV
Waking in Bella's bed this morning was vastly different than the last time I found myself surround by these sensually scented sheets. For one, I had no questions or lingering doubts about where we were or how we had gotten here—we were where we both wanted to be and that was enough for me. I was happy with that; in fact the only question I pondered was what we would be doing today.
Much like the last time the call of technology woke me, this time it was Bella's iPod. Sitting innocently on it docking station it decided that it was time I woke up but at least it was playing something soft—foreign but soft, sultry and jazzy. I would have to ask her what we were listening to when she woke, I mused. Which brought the second difference to the forefront of my mind; Bella was in bed with me. Not just with me but curled around my naked body with her arm draped over my stomach. It was beyond erotic that even in sleep she wanted to feel me—a welcomed change after so many cold and lonely mornings waking to no one.
Kissing her hair softly I pulled her closer to me and was rewarded with a contented sigh from the sleeping beauty beside me as she tossed her leg over me. My body stirred, begging me to wake her but her serene expression made the decision for me. Sleep now meant better chances of sex later.
Looking down at the women in my arms it became abundantly clear that she was too compassionate, too understanding for her own good. Any other women would have walked away after hearing how I treated women for such a long time, yet she asked me to stay.
After Esme, women held little to no interest beyond a distracting fuck. I didn't need to know about their lives, their dreams or hopes for the future...there was no future for them with me. All I needed was an outlet or better yet a painkiller. After Esme women were like Vicodin…numbing and afterwards I felt nauseated. It was harsh but it was the truth and I had told Bella. I expected her to be disgusted…or at least have more questions but she simply listened, comforted and accepted me.
She was revelation, yet I wasn't ready to tell her about Esme or my mother, or Lizzy. I could see that Bella knew to some degree what I was feeling being that her own story was quite similar but I still held back the details. That wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass would it?
I'd tell her; in time I'd tell her but now was not that time.
Bella mumbled something that sounded like asspants and attempted to burrow into me, rubbing wet core on my thigh, which was more than pleasant but if she kept moving against me so suggestively I'd take her now, sleep be damned. The music switched and automatically my mind followed the sultry tune back to our reunion.
After agreeing to stay Bella just watched me for a moment, the gears clearly turning in her head. I asked her what she was doing but she chose not to answer me verbally, instead she showed me. She pressed kisses over my neck and jaw. Kisses that were everything from a brief grazing of her lips, swipes of her tongue, to open mouth feasting on my flesh—it was highly arousing and I suppose I should have taken her a bit more seriously when she said she was hungry for me. I let out an embarrassing combination of a whimper and moan when her lips closed around my Adams apple and gave it a good lapping.
"Isabella?" I croaked the lust evident and thick in voice even I heard it.
Gracefully she slipped off my lap and led me to her bedroom, holding my hand in hers tightly. I followed more than willingly, eagerly.
She shoved me lightly into a chair and with a flick of her wrist turned on the lamp. In the dim light she seemed to glow and her deep eyes doe eyes looked back at me with evident desire, I'm sure my gaze matched hers. Her expression alone would have had me on my knees desperate to taste her but did we really want do this...now...so soon after she learned the truth (well, half truth) about me? I didn't want her feel like she needed to do this.
"Bella, dear. We don't need to do anything tonight we can just sleep. Maybe you should sleep on what I've told you. It might look different in the light of-"
"Carlisle shut up. I know what I'm doing and I do not need to just sleep on anything—nothing is going to change. Now, here is what I want you to do..." I gulped at her commanding tone. Fuck, where was the blushing girl I had seen all this week?
Bella leaned over me, her hair falling like a lovely violet scented curtain around us as she whispered in my ear. "I want you to sit in this chair and watch me undress for you, and Carlisle, you are not to talk, touch me or yourself," I groaned in frustration and she laughed in my ear. "I know exactly how you feel Carlisle—watching you lecture and having to keep my hands to myself had the same effect on me. I just want to run my hands all over you." She proved it and ran her hand up my thighs and across my erection. "God; you're so hard for me. I promise if you're a good boy I'll make it all better. Understand?"
I nodded and she pulled back to where I couldn't feel her warmth.
Fuck, come back.
I had a deep but sudden urge to grab her, place her on my lap and grind myself into her heat, never let her leave but I didn't. I would let her led this, even if it hurt. My cock disagreed.
"Good. I'm going to get out of these clothes...remember hands off."
Again I nodded like a good fucking boy but my eyes stayed trained on her as if my life depended on it—maybe it did. Slowly she slipped the hem of her dress higher on her thighs, exposing more creamy skin. My fists tightened on the arm rest as the dress got higher and higher. I had to bite my lip to keep from calling out to her once her underwear came into view. They were sheer and satin and the same shade as the heels on her feet, my hips may have bucked in search of her pussy. Of course this didn't escape her notice, she smirked. Tossing the garment aside she stood still with her hand on her slim hips and her breasts quivering in her tiny satin cups.
"Carlisle. Do you know how much I love saying your name? Professor Cullen and Dr. Cullen have their own authoritative appeal but Carlisle. Now that's a name I could scream. I've thought about chanting your name as you take me in the shower, in the kitchen, in my studio, laid out on my bed but better yet on your bed. Would you like that? You can answer."
"Fuck yes, Isabella!" I moaned, my cock swelling painfully with her every word.
She moaned her voice rich and husky, her hand skimming along her stomach. "I love the way your voice sounds when you're aroused, you've used it many times in class, no one can tell but I can. Was it because of me? I hope so because it's the same way for me…I even pictured what it would be like to be with you in that little room beside the black board...in the morning right before class. Humm…but you want to know something; before we even meet I pictured what it would be like to be touch by Carlisle Cullen.
"I thought about you before I knew you, wanted you before I saw you. God Carlisle, you've been on my mind for months now."
"Isabella, my sweet girl...I'll give you anything you want just let me touch you. Let show you how much I've been thinking about you. Please." I begged.
"Oh, I didn't say you could speak Carlisle. Bad boy…."
Slowly she climbed on her bed, even further away from me, kneeling in the center of it with her hands roaming her thighs—I pictured my hands replacing hers. She told me that she had wanted the elusive man whose book she couldn't put down to touch her, to feel her skin and make her feel the things he spoke about but she wanted to please him in every way. Apparently, it had been a constant fantasy of hers.
I ached to make her fantasies a reality.
"Oh, Bella dear please..." I broke the rules again…fuck how long would I have to wait now?
"Rules, Carlisle...you're going to make me punished you aren't you?"
I gulped and zipped my lips. Why did the sound of punishment excite me so much? Bella smiled wickedly as she made quick work of her bra and panties, tossing her panties to me. Without thinking my hand gripped the cum soaked satin between my thumb and forefinger, spreading her wetness watching as she teased her nipples. Is this want I did to her? My eyes rolled up to the high heavens as she confirmed my unasked.
"I think it's only fair that you add those to the green ones; you make me so wet my lingerie drawer has taken quite a beating. I can't explain it; everything about you turns me on. Carlisle, here is what I want you to do. Get up and come over onto the bed please but do not touch me. I want to touch you."
Faster than I had intended I climbed onto the bed, joining her in the center. It was agony not touching her soft silky skin but the promise of her hands on me was too seductive to ignore. I closed my eyes as I felt her finger graze the hem of my sweater but she demanded that I watch her undress me.
Fuck me, this woman was going to kill me!
Her hand slipped under the fabric teasing the skin of my back and ribs as she acquainted herself with my body. Bella bit her lip, spreading her fingers through my chest hair before following the trail down my abs. I heard a hiss leave my lips and in a flash the sweater over my head, tossed aside like a rag. She hummed contently and felt my pride swell—she liked what she saw. Her lips went straight to my throat, licking and kissing me there while she gripped my hair, her nails digging into my scalp.
I protested when her finger left my hair and started teasing my lower back but she didn't care; she had her own agenda. Like a kitten with a blow of milk she lapped my chest and nipples, biting each one before nuzzling her nose into my chest hair. She left trails of heat from my heart to my navel, enjoying her exploration. Clenching the comforter in my fists I let out a frustrated whimper when I felt the warmth of her skin leave mine.
Come back, Bella.
"Carlisle, you smell so good but I want to taste you now. Will you let me taste you?"
She didn't wait for me to answer before her fingers went to work on my belt and zipper. She was murmuring something about my pants but I could hardly focus on anything other than her hand cupping my cock through my boxer briefs. I shivered with pleasure, silently begging her to reach inside and hold me in her warm hand, maybe stroke me a bit.
"Lay down for me, Carlisle." I did as she said; anxious to see where she was going with this. "We don't need these things anymore, now do we?"
With that she yanked off my slacks and briefs, releasing my throbbing erection to the cool air. She licked her lips and I nearly died on the spot as she decided to torture me as punishment.
How long could I hold out?
My skin tingled with each circuit from my ankle to my knees and back down to my ankles, never going further than my knees. My hips rose in a silent invitation for her to move higher, at least caress my fucking thighs.
"You want more?"
I nodded frantically, my fists gripping her sheet.
"I think you've waited long enough. I want you to watch me…and I want to hear every sound I get out of you. Answer me."
"Fuck Bella, Yes! Please baby, I nee—" Wrapping her lips around my head she took me deep into her mouth effectually cutting off all vocal function.
So wet…hot and perfect!
She bobbed her head up and down, my fingers threaded in her hair while her name left my lips like a prayer. Her mouth felt like a heaven and I honestly couldn't remember the last time a woman had done this to me but I did recall that is was nowhere near as intense, and they never knew exactly how to please an uncut man.
"God, Bella you look beautiful…with my cock in your mouth…you have no clue…what this is doing to me….ahh. Oh…I've wanted this…" She moaned loudly, the vibrations playing on my cock. "Fuck! That feels…so good."
Being with her like this was sensory overload; I could feel her everywhere, her hair on my stomach, her nails raking down my thighs and her tongue swirling around my sensitive head. She kept on the cusp sucking my cock but never hard or fast enough to send me over the edge.
"Bella, baby, faster….ahhh."
I felt my entire body coil towards release but just when the fire in my belly would start to roar she'd ease off, letting me slip out so she could lick me from base to tip while she traced nonsensical patterns on my inner thighs. I was going to die; I knew it, if I didn't cum soon.
"Fuck Bella…Harder…I can't…please!" I wasn't above begging. I would beg if I had to…
She looked up at me then, her eyes looked black with lust and oddly enough, questions. I nodded unsure of what I was agreeing to but I couldn't be bothered with that. A fierce determination flashed across her face that I didn't quite understand, it was almost as if she needed to prove herself to me. She needed to do this. While still holding my gaze she took me back between those pouty lips of her.
Bella moved against me again, rubbing my arousal with her knee shaking me from my thoughts. Any longer and my resolve would vanish all together. Let her sleep! I wanted to wake her, wedge myself between her legs and sink into my sweet, beautiful girl and make her scream my name. There was nothing better than Bella screaming my name in the wild throes of ecstasy-ecstasy I brought her to—but she needed to rest.
I had really worn her out, she all but passed out. I was immensely proud of that.
Swiftly I pulled away a bit to study her body, her arms were long and thin with moles dotted like a constellation, she even had a mole on her ring finger and for some reason I wanted to lick that mole badly. While she slept I mapped out the parts of her body that were visible to me, her ankle, arm, shoulder, that luscious curve of her breast but I wanted more.
Would she object? More than likely she would not but I couldn't be sure, she seemed to hide from people sometimes…
I decided to take my chances. Careful not to wake her I pulled completely away and uncovered her. My breath caught in shock at the picture she made. She truly was a vision, a women sculpted by the masters for me and me alone and had I been a painter I would have begged on hands and knees to immortalize her on canvas, to her worshiped for eternity. But I was no artist, I could not paint of sculpt, all I had were words. Her beauty was not the reason for my shock.
How had I not noticed that…it was rather large?
The length of Bella's left side, from the underside of her breast to the indent of her waist was a tattoo, a perfect mixture of beauty and sadness, much like Bella herself. Encased in a frame of ornate swirls and window like lattice was a realistic scene of a girl sleeping surrounded by what appeared to be a forest. I recognized the print immediately as an Art Nouveau piece called Repos de la Nuit. On a poster it was lovely but on such a pure canvas as her skin the colors were more vivid, the picture more graceful, the expression was more heartbreaking and lingering sense of hope soared. It was simply more and I didn't understand the feeling coursing through me at the mere sight of her inked skin.
Reverently I traced the edges of her ribs with my lips, wondering if there were any other tattoos or surprises behind this enigma of a woman. Would she tell me if it hurt her, what it meant or when she decided to mark her skin? Maybe she could even explain why I found it so sexy.
"I got it a year ago, just after I found out about Jake and Sam." I looked up to see her watching me anxiously, waiting for my reaction. I waited for her to go on, resting my head on her hip. "I guess you haven't done any research on me, huh?"
"No, I didn't think it would be don't have the same luxury with me, there is nothing out there. You don't have to tell me about Sam and Jacob." I told her, secretly begging her to fill in the blanks.
"Its fine, it's not big a deal really. Sam and Jake were my only friends when I was a kid, their father's were friends with Charlie—my dad— so we grew up together. Sam and I were always close, he would protect me from bullies and mean little girls and then later he'd protect me from perverts but Jake sort of tagged along with us. He liked me, always said he'd marry me and when we were in high school I became his girlfriend."
She sighed, no doubt remembering something unpleasant. "We stayed together for a while, he was my first, unfortunately. He started acting distant with me; he'd disappear for hours and come back looking confused and uncomfortable. I just thought it was because I was painting too much and neglecting him, so I stopped for a while and started spending as much time with him and things went back to normal…sort of. After two months he begged me to go back to painting. He claimed that he loved me too much to see me give up something I loved for him; I thought he was being sweet, so I went back to showing but I made sure Sam was around to keep him company. Sam was always such a great friend and he agreed happily to hang with Jake while I was gone."
Her fingers started playing with my hair nervously; I could tell something bad was coming. It was only logical, why would Alice want to kill them if they had parted with Bella on good terms. Wanting her to know that I was here I brushed my hand along her back reassuringly. The smile my gesture won me was breathtaking but it didn't reach her eyes.
"A year and half ago or so I hit some sort of vain in the Art world and suddenly I was in demand, it was and still is ridiculous but c'est la vie, n'est pas? Anyway, the night before the show to end all art shows I came home and found Seth and Jacob fucking on my couch. I couldn't move or speak or even look away. They didn't notice me until the both finished. I knew Sam was gay but not Jacob…I wasn't angry then, I was in pain. The way they moved together told me this wasn't the first time they betrayed me.
"I expected an apology but they were angry that I had intruded on their private moment, they yelled at me, blamed me for keeping them apart. Sam turned on me while Jake went along like a puppy with every word he threw at me. Sam told me horrible things, called me selfish for keeping a mistake of a relationship going for such a long time…they were right to a certain extent. I should have seen it; I should have known I wasn't enough for him. He was never pleased with me and it should have tipped me off. Jake was different and so was Sam…I should have known they were in love."
I shook my head at their fucking logic. They betrayed her and somehow twisted their infidelity on her…and worse she believed them. It hurt me to hear her say she wasn't enough for him. Surely she didn't still believe that. These were her friends for fuck sake! Jesus Christ with friends like these who needed enemies?
"I didn't go to the showing and people started speculating that my new found fame was too much for me to handle. Alice was there for me like no one ever had been. She yelled at Sam when he tried to get me to help Jake get a job, threatening to kill them both if either one of them ever came near me again. Really it was pretty funny to witness, Sam is huge and so is Jake and to see them terrified of little Alice…priceless.
"Long story short, I realized that I let Jacob come between me and who I really was. I supported his lazy ass all that time, I gave him my heart and I let myself sacrifice things for a man that wasn't worth it. Whether I was able to give him what he needed or not…I didn't deserve what he did to me, what they did to me. It took me a while to realize that but when I did Alice and I went out and I got this."
"I'm sorry he hurt you. They were there last night, were they? That's why you went to roof, to get away." Absentmindedly she rubbed her wrist. The movement caught my eye, alerting me to the light bruising there. "He grabbed you didn't he?"
I was seething, Jacob had touched her, harmed her. It was irrational how much I want to punch him.
She shrugged her shoulders, "It could have been worse."
"Did it hurt?" I asked motioning to her body art, needing to get off the subject of this asshole. She understood and caressed my neck.
"Yes, like you wouldn't believe but I'm tougher than I look and it was worth it." I asked her why that print, why that style. I was curious…not many people go around asking for Mucha tattoos. "Art Nouveau is about art in every aspect of life. Repose de la Nuit has always been special to me."
She didn't elaborate but I left it at that and decided that I wanted playful Bella back, "I find your tattoo incredibly sexy, Isabella."
"Really?" She had to be kidding me? My sex kitten had somehow been replaced by this shy uncertain girl.
Gently I flipped her on her back and positioned myself between her legs, letting her know how sexy I found her, how much I wanted her. "Really."
My length rocked against her wet lips and I whispered dirty things into ear knowing how much she loved them. I don't know what it was about her but I felt like a sex fiend, now that I had her I wanted her all the time.
We had fucked until the sun came up in the sky, the memory of her supple skin bathed in warm orange light was still fresh in my mind yet I still wanted more. Was this normal? You're a man right?
"Carlisle, you're killing me here. I want to take you somewhere…today…I…" She tried to protest but moaned passionately as my lips latched on to one of her tight nipples. I knew I had her then, she loved my mouth on her nipples.
"But I want to take you somewhere." I emphasized the word take by rocking my hips harder.
"OH, God, Carlisle…please…Fuck."
xXXx
Ultimately, my powers of persuasion were too much for Bella and she caved and came, shattering around me. We didn't leave her apartment until after two in the afternoon; luckily, I had planned to spend the night over at Jasper's this weekend so I had some casual clothes to change into after showering.
"My car?" I questioned, adjusting my glasses openly ogling Bella in her tiny shorts, converses and royal blue lace pullover—thanking God for decent indecent slivers of skin visible through the sweater's knit. Her long hair was swept to the side in a messy plait leaving her delectable neck exposed.
"Do you know where we're going?" I shook my head, "That's what I thought; we're taking my bike." I followed her and after petting the damn bike she introduced us to each other as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Carlisle this is Viggo, Viggo this is Carlisle, and I know you two will get along wonderfully. You'll be safe as long as you listen to me and move when I move, lean when I lean." With that she slipped on her sexy jacket and handed me a black helmet. "Put that on and promise to behave, Mr. Cullen. I've never wrecked my bike and Charlie will kill me if I die on this thing."
I smirked at her convoluted sentence but asked myself how was going to ride behind her when she was wearing those tiny black shorts?
She was on the bike waiting, drumming her fingers amused about something. "Perhaps you should have worn something less tempting, Miss Swan. It's going to be bloody difficult to behave."
"You'll manage, now put on the helmet and let's go." She laughed
Alice wasn't exaggerating about Bella riding fast. Fast didn't begin to describe the speed at which this girl traveled but I was amazed at how well she could handle the powerful machine. As if it were an extension for her she weaved and leaned hugging the pavement. The entire ride I was hyper aware of her ass against my groin, and humming of the engine beneath us both. My hands gripped her waist while I tried to single out landmarks but seeing as signs were mere blurs as we pass them I had no clue where I was being taken. I trusted her and she seem excited about wherever it was that she planned to go, all I could do was hold on and wait.
Finally we stopped but I still have no clue where we were. Bella was watching me anxiously but a dazzling smile was plastered on her beautiful face. "How'd you like the ride?"
"It was…interesting." Her smile dropped and I reached out to cup her face, "Interesting because my ass is numb and it was very hard to behave but I enjoyed being so close to you. Thank you for sharing it with me, Bella."
Her dazzling smile came back, as did the blushing. She was too sweet for words. "Carlisle, Bienvenu a la Foire du Trône."
xXXx
She took me to a fun fair in Bois de Vincennes; never in a million years would I have guessed this was where Bella wanted to take me. There was a childlike excitement in the way Bella asked if I approved but I caught a flash of something in her eyes before I answered, almost as if she was hoping I'd go along with her but would be resigned to my disapproval.
It was a brilliant idea and I told her so. It had been ages since I had some real fun, I had wasted years of my life hiding away and though I wasn't "old" some days I felt old, drained and bone tired but not with Bella.
The day passed quickly, too quickly for my liking. I know that I should have been concerned with being out in the open with Bella, especially considering that the tabloids were still trying to figure out who the Churchill mystery man was and that I was technically her professor but I honestly couldn't find the will to care. I felt like I was being given one day to enjoy myself with her without having to hide and I was going to enjoy it.
I left the activity choices up to Bella, which I could tell made her happy. We walked around and played games—most of which Bella won and the ones I did win earned me two small plush toys that would soon belong to Nikki and Jackson. I should have known she'd be good at these games but it surprised me that she didn't keep any of the prizes for herself, instead she'd give them to an empty handed child nearby. If it was possible I fall harder for her in those moments.
Lunch was a test of my strength because my sweet girl got a corn dog and my mind instantly flew back to how wonderful it felt to be in her mouth. I barely swallowed my own food; I was too preoccupied with her lips. Yes, I had reverted back to my teenage years. Soon after she suggested we ride some rides and again I was meet with the same expression, she wanted me to say yes but would accept it if I was said no. Like I would say no to her, as if I had that power.
We went on crazy rides, roller coasters I haven't been on in a good twenty some odd years. I had always loved them and when I told Bella about my rediscovered love she reached and grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles softly. But even with all that the only ride that I can say truly I enjoyed was the flying swings with Bella beside me laughing without a care in the world.
She looked so free, it reminded me of my childhood—I could almost hear myself saying "I'm flying mummy"—and if the smile so profanely plastered on her face was anything to go by, the swings held a fond memory for her as well.
When she asked for a cotton candy I bought one for her and enjoyed every second of her eating it, making sure to kissed her sugar coated lips every chance I got. We talked and I told her about my two loves Nikki and Jackson and she told me a bit about her father, Charlie and how she loved feeding him and felt guilty around him sometimes. The tenor of her voice was loving almost motherly—I could see that Bella clearly adored her father and once again I was reminded of my childhood and the love I had for my father.
I decided to redeem myself with the games and much to Bella's protest I spent an inordinate amount of money trying to win one of the blatantly rigged games.
"Yes, Finally!" I yelled, fist pumping the air once I got the better of the game. Isabella just laughed and called me a big kid. The man manning the booth threw me a sour look and asked in English which plush toy I wanted. I had had my eye on one the entire time I play, that toy was the goal. "Le bleu, oui, du côté droit."
"Carlisle what are you going to do with a plush elephant?" She asked laughing while putting her arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder blade. "If you give that to one of the twins it won't be fair to the other one."
"It's for you sweet girl..." I trailed off wondering what had caused Bella to become so tense. "Bella? What's wrong?"
She wasn't paying attention to me but to the conversation the sour faced man was having with his equally sour face partner. I couldn't hear all of what was said but I did manage to catch some of it.
"Il les prend au berceau" or in other words cradle robber. I frowned at this, he was right, Bella was far too young and today she looked a great deal younger. But while I was speechless Bella was telling them to fuck off and mind their own business in the most passionate French I had ever heard before. Ripping the elephant out of their hands she dragged me away to a more secluded area.
She was quiet for a while and holding her seemed like the best idea. "Don't listen to them; they're nothing more than idiots. Thank you for the elephant, I love him already." Bella said softly.
"You're welcome, love." I answered, caressing the sliver of skin her little cardigan was not covering.
"You enjoy talking like a Brit, don't you?"
I laughed, "Bella, I am British. I was born in Rye, lived there until I was seventeen, then it was Chicago. The accent is there but you have to listen for it."
"I guess that explains a lot. I have to admit it's pretty hot, Carlisle, you being a London bloke and all." She mumbled moving closer to me, well as close as she could while holding her elephant. "They have fun fairs in England?"
I nodded, "My dad used to take us every summer."
"Charlie and Aro used to bring me to these things all the time. Aro would buy me all sorts of junk food only to have Charlie lay down the law about sweets. They never agreed on anything except that they loved me. Bois de Vincennes and me go way back, I even fell in the lake once. Did you have a good time?"
I wondered if the ducky story had anything to do with her falling into the lake. I couldn't see her face but I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. Why did she keep doing that?
"Of course I did, Bella, why would you think otherwise? Thank you for sharing this with me, I haven't been to a fun fair in a while. The flying swings used to be my favorite; I used to pretend I was—"
"Flying." She whispered softly. Briefly I wondered what brought on the hint of sadness, before I continued.
"So, do you have any other plans for today sweetheart or do you want to go back to your place? We could continue where we left off this morning? Or we could ride the fairs wheel…I hear it's a great place to kiss and I'm sure the view is fantastic."
"I don't go on Farris wheels."
"Why?" I breathed in her ear before kissing one of my favorite places on her body. How was it possible that her intoxicating scent was so intense behind her ears?
"I just don't…long story."
"Umm, not in the mood for that, however I am in the mood for you." Her breath hitched and I smiled against her neck as I made my way lower, down to her collar bones and back up to her jaw.
Abandoning the underside of her jaw for her lips I kissed her with all the passion she had ignited in me. Our lips moved together and when I left the tip of tongue swiping my bottom lip I eagerly opened my mouth and caressed her tongue with my own, making love to her mouth the way I planned to make love to her body.
As our tongue twisted and dance together my hand roamed her back, pressing her flush against my body so she could feel me. She made a small sound and ground her hips into mine in reaction of feeling my hard length against her stomach.
If she wasn't carful I was going to have to rip off her shorts and take her right here and now.
Just as my hands met the bare back of her thighs I heard someone clear their throat, loudly, clearly amused.
Bella and I broke apart and I was met with the excited and jovial face of Emmett. He was holding a droopy Nikki in one arm and the baby bag in the other but he managed to mouth the word NICE to me. I knew Bella had to be blushing.
"Well, well, what do we have here? If it isn't a little Ducky and Carlisle! I was getting worried there for a second…you need to come up for air ever once in a while kids."
"Emmett so NICE to see you again, NICE timing by the way," Bella answered sarcastically.
"Well, I do try. Saw your bike out there, told Rosie we'd run into you sooner or later. Hot damn that bike is hot as hell, Ducky. I would ask you how you got Cullen to ride with you but I guess that would pretty pointless." He chuckled and winked at me.
"Emmett I swear, my dad may love hanging with you but I can't be responsible for what happens if you keep calling me Ducky."
He braked out a loud laugh, startling Nikki. "Feisty, just what the man needs. Howdy, Carlisle."
"Emmett." Nikki was reaching for me so I gathered her in my arms and bounced her around a bit; I could never resist her or her brother for that matter. "Hello Nikki, sweetheart, having fun, little girl?" She nodded and gave me a sloppy chocolate kiss.
"Yeah she's been like the damn energizer bunny but the kid's ready to drop any moment. You should have seen Jackson though; he's been mister cool all day. He didn't even squeal on the baby ride and has insisted on walking all day."
"Is that right Jackson, you too cool for school, buddy?" He just looked at me and gave me a lopsided grin pointing to his shoes. I smiled; they matched Bella's red ones. The kid really was too cool for his own good.
I looked over at the person I had purposely avoided, Rose. She was livid, I knew she would be but what I did was none of her fucking business.
"Rose." I offered politely.
She said nothing but continued to glare at Bella, who had now captured Nikki's attention. She was smiling, talking to her in her own mixture of English, twin gibberish and those three French words I had taught her.
"Jolie," she giggled and reaching out to touch Bella's face and surprisingly Bella seemed to enjoy the attention. My heart swelled at the thought that perhaps Bella loved children, wanted children.
"What's your name?" Bella asked, keeping her hands to herself.
"Nikki."
"Nikki, tu est très jolie!" Without giving it a second thought Bella took the toys I had won out of her bag and handed the purple monkey to Nikki, cooing at her sweetly. Seeing his sister get a toy broke Jackson's cool exterior and he ran over to Bella's legs, kissing her knees and clamoring at her with his chubby hands in search of his toy. I know how you feel buddy.
Faster than I thought possible Rose ripped Jackson away from Bella before she could even touch him much less hand him the bear. Of course Jackson started crying which set Nikki off.
"Rose what the fuck baby, she only going to give him the damn bear she wasn't going to bake him into a pie. I'm sorry Bella."
She waved him off but Bella looked stunned and there was no hiding the tears swimming in her innocent eyes. Suddenly she wasn't the woman that occupied so many of my thoughts but a chastised little girl with big sad eyes, holding a blue elephant in one hand and a small teddy bear in the other. I moved to comfort her but she didn't react the way I had hoped, instead she flinched away.
That stung more than I thought possible.
"I don't fucking care what she was doing, I don't want her around my children. When you have kids you can do whatever you want, but Carlisle just because you choose to fuck your whore student doesn't give you the right to bring her around the family. I thought you had gotten passed fucking trash but I guess French trash is something you haven't had a taste of yet. If I were you I'd be more discreet about where you're seen with her."
"Rose—" Emmett warned.
"Shut up Emmett, you too. The fuck is it with you stupid men and this little slut. I find it hard to believe that Charlie could have married a woman like Renee and then be cursed to have a daughter just like her. Alice must be blind."
"Watch your mouth Rosalie! You will not talk to her that way; you have no idea what you're fucking taking about!" I yelled, completely forgetting that Nikki was still in my arms
"Don't you yell at me, Carlisle! Let's remember who put the fucking pieces together after you fucked yourself into the ground. I won't put you back together after she breaks your heart and takes everything from you. And she will, she'll take everything just like Esme."
I staggered back as if she had slapped me. My chest was exploded in pain; an insurmountable amount of pain that I was convinced it would stop my heart. My vision blurred and vanished, plunging me into a familiar darkness. So many years ago I had begged for death, prayed for it but I didn't want it now…I wanted freedom for all this shit. I couldn't speak or move despite the urge to fall to the ground and cave in on myself.
I had been to therapy but I still had triggers and Rose knew them all. Esme had taken everything from me. She left me without explanation or giving me the chance to fix the problem. She abandoned me when I needed her most.
She fucking left me.
Would Bella be like Esme?
"Carlisle? Carlisle!"
I felt warm hands on my face but I couldn't see who it was, or where the lovely voice was coming from. I wanted to reach out and search for her but I was trapped somewhere cold and windy with a chunk of bloodied pavement as my only view.
"What the fuck do you do to him?"
A/N: Yikes...*peers through bangs*. Let me know what you guys think.
Translations:
c'est la vie, n'est pas...that's life, right?
Le bleu, oui, du côté droit...The blue one, yes, on the right.