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Chapter Eleven
She Just Seventeen…
The moment I walked in the door, ignoring that Alice and Jasper were sitting just a few feet away, the first thing I did when I saw my Isabella was take her in my arms, gently pulled her body as close to mine as possible and began to worship her lips with my own. I could tell she was taken a bit by surprise but she quickly settled into the kiss. She moaned my name into my mouth as my cool finger glided against her warm skin of her waist where her shirt had ridden up just slightly, her left hand soon snaked its way around my neck, her fingers sliding through my hair. It was only when Alice cleared her throat, and whispered about humans needing to breathe did I release my mouth from hers.
"Well, good morning to you too." She smiled, placing a quick kiss on the tip of my nose.
"I missed you." I breathed.
"Well that much was obvious." It was Jasper who said this. And by the expression on his face he really wasn't happy with the lust I was sending off.
"Sorry." I apologized, though I honestly didn't mean it, I could never be sorry for giving affection to the woman I loved.
"Yes, thank you so much for the public display," Alice said playfully. "Jasper and I will make sure to return the favor at home later this evening." She said with a smirk.
"Sorry", Bella said shyly, a blush rising to her beautiful cheeks.
"It's okay, darlin'," Jasper said, "but I do think we will take it as our cue to leave."
After hurried good bye's both Alice and Jasper hastily left, allowing my love and I some much desired privacy.
Moving a stray piece of hair from her eyes, I gently ran the back of my fingers down her cheek, my nails brushing against her scar. "How are you feeling this afternoon?"
"I'm good, even more so now that you are here."
Smiling, I kissed her lips softly, "Are you ready for your therapy exercises?"
She nodded eagerly, "Most certainly."
"Good, we'll need a flat surface, so the couch won't do. I suppose we could place some blankets on the floor for cushioning."
"Oh we could use my bed."
A deep blush of crimson ran across her cheeks, as she began chewing on her bottom lip. My mind instantly drifted to all of the things we could do on her bed and none of them had to with her physical therapy.
Clearing my throat I shook my head, "That's probably not the wisest idea."
Pushing her bottom lip out she began to pout, "Why not?"
Why not? Oh God, Isabella, because you are too tempting, way too tempting. You are young and injured and when I look at you all I want to do is…no! This is ridicules, Carlisle, stop thinking like a hormone driven teenage, your over three hundred and sixty years old for crying out loud. But she's not, she's only seventeen years old, and as much as I love her it makes me feel like I am taking advantage of a frail, damaged, vulnerable young girl.
"Where are the extra blankets?" I asked refusing to answer her question.
"The hall closet up stairs," she huffed, clearly annoyed.
"Thank you." I found the blankets easily, and quickly headed back down the stairs, when I reentered the living room I found Isabella gone, I wasted no time in following her sent into the kitchen.
"What are you doing in here?" I questioned her as she reached for a large plastic bowl in the top cupboard.
"What does it look like?" Managing to hit the bottom of the bowl with the tip of her fingers she attempted to push it to the edge so she could get a better grip on it.
"Here let me help," I offered reaching out for the bowl.
"I don't want your help, Carlisle. I can manage just fine by myself."
She was upset with me. Oh, Isabella, I'm only trying to do what is right, why can't you see that.
"Damn it!" She growled finally grabbing a pair of tongs from a drawer, pinching the rim of the bowl with them she managed to successful pull it from the shelf.
With a satisfied smirk she hopped her way across the room to the food pantry, using her good hand to steady her against the kitchen counter and walls. Taking a bag of chips, she placed it between her teeth and then hobbled back over to the bowl.
"You shouldn't be straining yourself like that, Isabella."
"You know what, Carlisle, it's Bella. Everyone calls me, Bella, what makes you think you're so special?"
That wounded me. She wasn't just Bella Swan to me, she was my Isabella. "Why are you angry with me?"
"Why? Jesus Carlisle, the first thing you do when you see me is practically suck my face off and then when Alice and Jasper leave and we finally have some privacy you just…stop."
"You are still recovering, I did not wish to cause you pain or hinder your recovery."
"And how exactly would making out on my soft, warm bed hinder my recovery, I must admit I'm very curious?" She raised an eyes brow, popping a chip into her mouth as she waited for my answer. She defiantly wasn't making this easy on me.
"There are a lot of things that could happen, I could accidently bump against your leg, or your hand or breast."
"You've touched my breast dozens of times, and never once have I complained, in fact I've been rather enjoying it lately."
She hadn't been the only one. In over two hundred years as a doctor I had seen thousands of nearly nude female bodies and I had never had my body react the way it does when I touch Isabella.
"We haven't been together long, I am very…old fashion, you are still only seventeen."
"Yes, yes," she said rolling her eyes, "I believe we have established this already."
Exhaling a deep breath she closed her eyes for just a moment and when she reopened them, they quickly focused on my own. "I don't know what it is exactly, but the way I feel about you…the very first time I saw you, just after the accident, when I was in and out of consciousness, you were the only one that I could really…see, and hear clearly. Hearing your voice…I knew I was going to be okay simply because you said I would."
Although she tried to push them back I could see the tears forming in her eyes. I hated to see my love cry. Taking her hand in mine I squeezed it gently, to reassure to, to let her know I completely understood this connection she was feeling.
"Every day I am without you I feel like a piece of me is missing and every day I am with you I just want more and more of you. You're like…like a drug to me."
My only response was to cup her face in my hands, bring my lips to meet her own and kiss her deeply and passionately, doing all that I could to convey my affection in that kiss. To show her that I felt the same, and that I knew I would die without her in my life.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," she said with a giggle as I finally pulled away.
"Let's head into the living room, do your therapy exercises and then we can…finish our discussion," I said giving her a final kiss.
"I think I'd like that."
The exercises went well, I don't believe I pushed her as hard as Dr. Wong would have, but I simply cannot stand to see my love in pain, so pushing her to the point where tears sprung to her eyes simply wasn't an option.
When we finished, Isabella asked me if I would carry her up stairs so she could put on a sweater and brush her teeth. I happily agreed, cradling her in my arms, I carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. While she took care of her needs I went back downstairs, folded up the blankets, and just as I was about to take them upstairs, I smelled him. Jacob Black his wolf sent was getting stronger.
"Carlisle, can you get that." She asked, hearing the doorbell ring.
"Of course." Opening the door I was met by not only a furious looking Jacob, but his father as well.
"Hello, Mr. Black, Jacob." I said politely.
"What are you doing here?" Billy asked evenly, I could tell he was trying very hard to control his temper, and I suppose I could understand why, Chief Swan was his friend, and his son and Bella had known each other since infancy. Why would he trust a vampire with his close friends, even a vegetarian one?
"Miss. Swan needed assistance with her daily physical therapy, Charlie expressed his concern that he would not be able to perform it accurately and feared making Isabella's condition worse, so he asked if I would help, and I agreed".
"If you hurt her, I swear to God I'll-
The anger ridden teen began to was shaking with anger, which I actually though rather amusing. That boy couldn't take me on even if he had already phased. He was just a child…a pup.
"Jacob. Not now." Billy said. "We would like to come in."
"Of course," I opened the door wider allowing them in.
"Dr. Cullen, who is it?"
Smart girl. Not knowing who was at the door she didn't use my first name.
"It's us, Bella." Jacob shouted up the stairs, "me and dad."
"Oh, okay. I…I'm going to need some help getting down."
"I'm coming." The boy wasted no time in ascending the stairs, two at a time.
Without a word I simply grabbed my coat, putting in on. With the Quileutes there, I would have to leave. I watched as Jacob carefully walked back down the stairs, my beautiful mate cradled in his arms. I didn't like it, or the way he was looking at her, his eyes tinted with signs of more than simple friendship.
"Well, I should be going." I smiled kindly at my love, "I will see you tomorrow, Miss. Swan." And with a final nod to Jacob and Billy, I left.
Needless to say Alice and Jacob were surprised to see me back so early, until I explained why.
"The wolves could become a problem." Jasper said. "We may want to consider setting up a defensive." Jasper never did grow out of his military roots.
"Maybe, but I'm not going to jump to any conclusion about their intensions just yet. Alice, have you seen anything involving the wolves."
"No," she said shaking her head, "but I'll keep a look out for them."
"Good. For now, let's just watch and see what happens and if a confrontation does come about I would prefer a passive resolution at all costs."
I had never had a problem with the Quileutes, and in fact become good friends with Ephraim after the treaty was signed. We both taught each other a great deal during the time I was in forks, and even after I left we would write, and did so up until his death sixty-five years later.
Later that evening I received a text from Isabella, apparently Jacob and Billy were still there and were trying to convince Charlie to allow Jacob to help her with her therapy.
So far Charlie has refused, saying you were a hundred more times qualified then a teenage boy. There still trying to change his mind, but I don't think it will do any good. My dad likes you, respects you, you saved my life, and he'll never forget that.
I truly did appreciate Charlie's support, and although most of the people in town thought of me as a good doctor, my natural predatory nature kept them at bay, but not Chief Swan, or my sweet Isabella.
I texted her back good night, and promised to come over as soon as my shift ended the next day.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, life is hectic at best. Carlisle says to review!