A/N- Happy Friday! Here is your scheduled update! I hope you all love it. Warning- if you're not comfortable reading sexy times at work, save this for later. Love you all and love the girls who have helped make this possible!

Stephenie Meyer owns all. I'll own up to Carlisle going to prom.

Chapter 12
Burn for You

February

My family progressed smoothly into the New Year. Work kept me busy, as usual, but I still found time for alone time with Isabella.

It was the middle of February and in a month and a half, we had explored every inch of each other's bodies. There wasn't a surface in the house we hadn't "tested" out and there was no place on each other that was left untouched. I felt as if I knew her body better than she did.

I knew that she was ticklish right behind her knee and that she had a knack for me sucking on her toes. It was by mistake that we discovered that little bit of information when we stumbled upon it, late one evening in the hot tub. Her legs had been wrapped around my neck while I spent time underwater between her thighs. When she came, I surfaced from the water, holding her by her ankles and kissing her feet, playfully sucking a toe into my mouth. She whimpered and immediately felt embarrassed that she was turned on but such a repulsive act she said. Of course, when I buried two fingers inside of her while I sucked on her toe at the same time, she came, crying out my name. We laughed about it together afterwards but it never stopped me from doing it when I could.

Our need for one another went past the bedroom. We made love in the halls, in the shower, on the porch overlooking the woods, the hot tub (multiple times), the couch, the kitchen counter, the kitchen table, and every other surface we could find. There was only one place we had yet to break in.

I'm not sure why we avoided my office but for some reason, I never consumed her body on top of my desk. It was high on my list of things to do.

Valentine's Day was around the corner and Alice had requested Isabella's company all day on the Saturday beforehand. Claiming that they needed to shop for "their men", I playfully rolled my eyes. Alice said that I would reap benefits beyond anything I could dream. I couldn't imagine what she had working up her sleeve.

I busied myself at the hospital while the girls spent the day in Port Angeles shopping. I came home a little after five to find Jasper looking at the couch like there was something wrong with it. I walked up behind him, slowly so I wouldn't startle him, and peeked over his shoulder to see if I could make heads or tails of what he was staring at. When I came up with no logical answer, I asked him what it was we were trying to figure out.

He hesitated briefly before sighing and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm just not sure I can sit here anymore," he stated.

"Why? Does Alice say that it's not fashionable any longer?"

"No, it's because every time I look at it, all I see is you and Bella."

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came. Jasper sensed my hesitation, my resistance to vocalize my question. "Alice all but told me what kinds of, um, activities the two of you did here."

"Well, I do apologize, Jasper. But to be honest with you, if you have a problem with the couch, you don't want to know about all the other places we've participated in activities." I smiled slyly and walked out of the room.

I could hear Jasper curse as I walked to my office, laughing to myself, even after I closed the doors.

I sat down in the chair and logged into my email. Things were coming together quite nicely for all of us. We were scheduled to close on the house in Seattle in a few weeks. Alice had already planned a shopping excursion while we were there to purchase new things.

All of the "kids", as I playfully called them, had registered for school and selected their classes. Alice had decided she was going to major in fashion merchandising and Jasper, having lived the Civil War, was going to study history with a focus on southern cultures.

An email I had been waiting on from a car dealer in Seattle caught my attention. It was to be a graduation present for Isabella from all of us, including Charlie. He agreed that her truck, while trusty enough to get her around Forks, would not make too many trips back and forth from Seattle. I was afraid that he would have shot the idea down when I approached him with it, but he was more than willing to offer any help he could. Since Isabella had scored a full ride scholarship to school, he had a little money saved to help go toward the purchase. I hated to take his money because I could very well afford it on my own, but I wanted to make him feel included. Instead of putting the money toward the car, I opened up an account in his name with my broker. I figured that when Isabella had left him, it would help him later down the road.

The car wasn't flashy by any means. I knew that Isabella, while she enjoyed all of my cars, and I mean she enjoyed straddling my cock while we drove down the open highway going as fast as the car would take us, wouldn't want to drive an expensive vehicle every day. Alice agreed, seeing that something more practical would serve her better. In the end, we decided on a brand new Volkswagen Beetle. The color was a deep blue and it was being equipped with all the latest technology. The dealer in Seattle promised to hold it for me until the end of May, when we'd present the car to Isabella right after graduation.

My cell phone chirped, alerting me of a text message. I picked up the device and smiled when I saw that it was from Isabella. I opened the awaiting message and nearly choked at what I saw. It was a picture of a bare thigh, Isabella's bare thigh. Before I had time to respond, another one came in. This one was of her stomach, her hand rested right above the waist band of her panties.

I stared at the picture wondering what in the world she was up to. Before I could call and ask, another message popped up, this time it was of her hand, cupping her breast. A text below it read:

I'm supposed to be shopping with Alice but all I can think about is your hands on me. ~ I.S.

I hit reply quickly, fumbling with the keys to type out my reply.

Where are you? Please tell me no one can see you doing this. ~C.C.

Of course someone can. *wink* Alice sees all. ~ I.S.

I'm hard for you. ~ C.C.

Are you touching yourself? ~ I.S.

Are you? ~ C.C.

Just then, another picture came in, interrupting our game of "sexting". When I saw what she was doing, my eyes popped out of my head. Isabella had removed the panties she was wearing in the earlier photo and her hand was cupping her sex. I could make out, one single digit entering her.

You need to get home. ~C.C.

Or what? ~ I.S.

I want to see you in my office, ASAP. You're in some serious trouble. ~ C.C.

Are you going to spank me? Have I been a bad girl? ~I.S.

The worst kind. .Now. Or pay later. ~ C.C.

I'll take my chances. Love you! ~ I.S.

You'll be sorry. Love you too! ~ C.C.

It was all in good fun, our playful banter back and forth but I was serious about her in my office when she came home. If she wasn't here in the next hour, she would be sorry and possibly sore. But only in the best possible way.

I decided that a hunt was what I needed. Jasper was in the kitchen, looking over every surface and cringing when he tried to sit at the bar. I caught his attention and nodded to the door. He followed behind me, keeping quite. I wasn't sure what he was feeling from me in that particular moment. I was angry that I couldn't have my way with Isabella at this very moment. I was horny because I had just received a picture of my girlfriend getting herself off in a public place. If I were Jasper, I would have been one pissed off, horny man.

We hunted for some time, taking down a herd of elk, each. I told myself the longer I stayed out in the woods, the sooner Isabella would return. I was hoping, at least, that when I walked into my study that she would be there.

When we walked into the house, I knew that she was waiting for me. I could smell everything about her. She was ready for me. Jasper and I parted ways at the stairs and I stood outside of my office, listening to the beat of Isabella's heart. It wasn't frantic, like she was scared of what I might do. Instead it beat a steady, normal rhythm. She wasn't pacing, because I couldn't hear footsteps. She had to be sitting, waiting for her punishment.

Slowly, I turned the knob of the door, letting it open itself all the way before I stepped in. What I saw when I looked up, made me catch my breath. Isabella sat on the edge of my desk, in a skimpy lace baby doll nightie. The top half, keeping her breasts perky, was a pale pink, accented in the middle by a tiny black bow. They stood at attention, almost creating more cleavage than I had ever seen on her.

The lower half flared out around her stomach and was sheer black. It stopped just short of where, what I presumed to be matching panties. Instead, Isabella was bare and I mean bare.

Up until this moment, Isabella had always had a light dusting of pubic hair. I knew she groomed her area because it was always well maintained, but tonight any sign of coarse, curly hair was long gone.

My gaze traveled further south and I took in a large gulp of air when I noticed she was wearing the black thigh high boots she wore that night we went to the club in Port Angeles.

"See something you like, Dr. Cullen," she purred from her perch on my desk.

I cleared my throat and tried to reign in my dick, as it was threatening to escape from my pants. I remembered I was supposed to acting as if I were mad at her. I was supposed to be role playing.

Role-playing.

An idea popped in my head and I slammed the door shut, causing vibrations to ricochet around the walls.

I stalked toward her, keeping my face from showing any sort of emotion other than the front I was trying to put on. As I grew closer, her legs opened wider and I was ambushed with her sweet arousal. I licked my lips and positioned myself between her obvious invitation. She smirked at me, jutting her chest out and seductively wrapping an arm around my neck. She used her free hand to palm my cheek. My reflexes kicked in and I leaned into her touch.

"If I wasn't already dead, you would have given me a heart attack," I said against her palm, kissing the inside.

"So I take it you approve of my outfit?"

"More like, the lack there of." I couldn't hold out any longer. I had to have my hand on her. I had to touch her bare skin.

With one hand, I massaged the outside of her thigh, ghosting over where I wanted my hand the most. I hooked my hand behind her knee and wrapped it around my waist. She moved closer off the edge of the desk and I could feel the heat of her center penetrate through my clothes. With my free hand I touched her stomach, slowly easing my way over where her patch of hair once was. A low growl erupted from my chest at the feel of her smooth, silky pussy in my hand. I slipped my middle finger inside, letting her juices create a natural lubricant to ease it's way in and out.

Her head fell back and she moaned and writhed against my finger.

"I can't do this," I said, watching her face change the more she enjoyed how my finger moved inside of her. Her head snapped up and she looked at me like I was rejecting her.

"No, baby, not like that. What I mean is, I can't be gentle with you tonight. The way you look, the way you smell, it's too much. I can't go slow, not tonight."

"What are you saying, Carlisle?" she asked, her face fallen.

"Isabella, I can't make love to you tonight." I paused thinking of how I needed to word this. I thought of the different ways I could say it, but none of them sounded right. I just had to get the words out there. I just had to say what was really going through my mind.

"I can't make love to you," I said again, "because I want to fuck you."

For a brief second, I thought I registered fear in her eyes at my choice of words, but slowly, she brought one side of her mouth up into a devilish grin and I knew then that she understood what I wanted to do.

"Then do it," she said, grabbing a hold of my shirt and ripping it open. Buttons scattered around the room. She grabbed my pants and yanked them open, thrusting them down my hips. She repeated the same action when she removed my boxers. She grabbed onto my cock and gave it a squeeze, urging me with her eyes and her words. "Then do it," she said again.

"Turn around. Put your hands on the other side of the desk," I demanded.

She licked her lips before doing as I said. Her ass was on display before me. She held on to the far side of the desk and pushed her delicious mounds out for me. She turned her head slightly over her shoulder. I took a cheek in each hand and squeezed them. She moaned and pushed herself against my straining cock. I slapped her ass lightly and she bit at her lip, giving me her best innocent expression.

"You've been a bad girl, Ms. Swan. Whatever will I do with you?"

I grabbed my cock in my hands and pumped it a few times. Isabella batted her eyes at me but instead of the innocent look she had just given me seconds before, now her eyes were glazed over with lust.

"Fuck me," she simply said.

And so I did.

Without warning, I plunged myself deep inside of her. The action caused her to push forward, knocking stray papers off of the desk. I grabbed her hips to get a better hold and to also make sure I wasn't going to fuck her into the desk, literally.

My movements weren't slow or calculated. They were rough and needy. I slammed into her, over and over again. She cried out, not in pain, but in ecstasy. She was enjoying herself and I knew this because her pleas for me to go deeper told me so.

I tried to go deeper but I was afraid of going too deep. I didn't want to impale her, I just wanted to fuck her.

Needing my hands on something other than her hips, they ghosted along her back and sides until each hand was kneading a breast. I rolled her nipples around between my fingers, pulling on the peaks, causing her to moan even louder. I dropped one hand and sprawled my open palm over the soft flesh of her pussy. A finger began to roll over her clit, alternating between pinching it and stroking it.

Isabella began to cry out, clamping her walls around my shaft.

"Harder, Carlisle," she panted. "More," she moaned. "Fuck me," she said again and again until she was crying out that she was coming.

My hands repositioned themselves on her hips once she had come down from her orgasm. My speed increased as I continued to pound into her.

"Again," she said, seemingly out of breath. "Carlisle, I'm coming again," she hollered out.

This time, I was going to make sure I came with her. I threw my head back, holding her hips tightly as I kept up my frantic rhythm. A deep growl resonated from my chest and I howled out as I came hard, our bodies thrashing together as I discharged my semen into her.

As the last left my body and entered hers, I collapsed on top of her, panting like I had just run halfway around the world. Once our breaths were collected, I kissed the side of her neck. She turned her head and captured my lips, kissing me with an intensity that made me weak in the knees.

"I can check the office off of my list now," I joked.

Isabella laughed and nodded. "I was wondering how long I would have to hold you off from taking me in here."

"What?" I asked, not sure I was following what she was saying.

"I've had this idea for a while now. You can thank Alice for the outfit. She saw what I wanted to do and used the excuse of shopping for Valentine's to help me plan."

I shook my head in disbelief but smiled at her admission. "You have been a bad girl indeed."

"Maybe," she said, still a little out of breath. "But only if you promise to punish me like that. I'm not sure I ever want to be good again."

~xxx~

On Valentine's Day, Isabella and I retreated to the house, much like we did any other day. I fixed her a lovely meal, we made love under the stars, and then I presented her with a rare strand of pink pearls I had been holding onto since acquiring them centuries beforehand.

I knew without a doubt, when I pulled them from their hiding place, that I wanted her to have them. After seeing the pale pink color of the nightie against her skin, I knew she had to have them. If for nothing else, every time I saw it adorn her body, I would be reminded of the night in my office. The color pink would never hold the same meaning again.

"Nobody can tell you what beauty is," I whispered in her ear as I clasped the pearls around her neck. "A woman can be flawless, immaculate and have no soul. Such a woman is not beautiful. So it is with a pearl. It is in a pearl's soul wherein its beauty lies."

"That's beautiful," she said, fingering the delicate gems between her fingers. "They're beautiful. Thank you."

"You're beautiful," I said, brushing my lips against her own.

We made love again that night wrapped in each other's arms in our bed. She wore nothing for the rest of the night except for the pearls. I wore nothing but her, in my heart.

~xxx~

"She's not going," Alice said to me one afternoon.

"Not going where? And who is she?" I asked perplexed.

"Who do you think I'm talking about? Bella. She's made up her mind, she's not going."

"Please explain to me where she is not going?"

"Prom, Carlisle. She's decided not to go to prom," Alice huffed, throwing her hands on her hips.

"Has she been asked?" I wondered out loud.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a smirk. "She has to go, Carlisle!"

"If she doesn't want to, we can't make her."

"You can."

I looked at Alice with a crazed expression. "I will most certainly not make her go to prom. If she doesn't want to go, she doesn't have to. Isabella is a grown woman. She can make her own decisions."

"Yes, but if she knew you were going to be there, she'd be more prone to attend."

"And why would I go to Forks High's prom?"

It wasn't as if I could take her myself. I would have liked to, prom was an important rite of passage. A human experience she could very well regret never attending. I looked at Alice, waiting for her to explain to me what she meant.

"I hear that they are in need of chaperones. Most of the teachers will be present but they could always use the extra help."

"And you think I could be a chaperone. Wait, tell me, have you already seen me at the dance?"

Alice jumped up and down and squealed. "I didn't until just now. Oh, Carlisle, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed. "Bella will be so gorgeous."

"You would think it was you going," I teased.

"No, but at least I get to help her get ready. Oh this is going to be perfect. We have to get her a dress. No wait, I have to get her a dress. She'll never agree to dress shopping with me."

Alice took off in a flash, and when I heard the garage door open, I knew she had already left on her mission.

It was settled it seemed. I was going to prom. A three hundred-year-old vampire was going to chaperone a high school dance for his high school girlfriend. Things couldn't have been screwier if I had dreamed this.

I sat down behind my desk and picked up the phone to call the high school.

"Forks High, this is Ms. Cope," a friendly voice said on the other end.

"Ms. Cope, hello. This is Doctor Carlisle Cullen."

"Oh, Doctor Cullen. What can I do for you?" Her voice dropped and she put on what I figured was her best sex kitten voice.

I cleared my throat, before I continued. "I hear that you are in need of chaperones for the dance in a couple of months. I was wondering if perhaps I could help?"

"Doctor Cullen in a tux," she silently said.

"What was that?" I asked, fighting the grin I knew she couldn't see.

"Oh, I'm sorry, nothing. Actually yes, you can help. We'd love to have a doctor in the house. You know how some of these kids are. Clumsy," she added with a light chuckle. "Especially Chief Swan's daughter. Poor girl must have two left feet."

I couldn't help that a part of me felt angry at the woman's comments. She had no right to speak of my Isabella in such a way, but at the same time, she was right. Poor sweet girl was constantly tripping over her feet and air.

"Doctor Cullen?" she asked, "Did I lose you?"

"No, I'm sorry. Just thinking. Can you email me all the information? What to expect? What time to arrive?"

"Oh yes, and thank you. This is going to be the best prom Forks has ever seen!"

We said our good-byes and hung up. I held the same optimistic outlook at Ms. Cope; it was in fact going to be the best prom.

Alice arrived home, a garment bag draped over her shoulder. She walked into my office, holding the bag up and smiling.

"It's perfect!" she gleamed. "She's going to love it."

"Are you sure…nevermind. I called Ms. Cope today. I'm all set to chaperone," I said to Alice.

"Perfect. Where do you want me to leave this?"

"Drape it over the back of the chair, if you don't mind."

Alice gave me a pointed stare and shook her head no. "I think I'll hang this in your bedroom." She turned to leave, muttering under breath. "It's no doubt where the two of you will end up anyway."

Two days later, Isabella and I were sitting in my office. I was working through some work, while she sat in the chaise lounge, reading a book. Every so often I would steal quick glances at her, taking in the natural beauty she emanated. She never had to try hard. Whether she was in jeans and sneakers, or lingerie, she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I smiled to myself and reverted my attention back to my computer. An email from Forks High peaked my interest. When I clicked on it, it was the information regarding the prom. I realized that I had yet to mention anything to Isabella.

Clearing my throat to gain her attention, she dropped the book into her lap and looked at me with a soft smile. "What's up?" she asked casually.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about something," I began. I moved out of the chair and around the desk so that I could join her on the chaise. When I sat down, I pulled her legs up so that her feet were resting on my lap.

"Oh yeah?" she asked. "What's that?"

"Isabella, we're not sure when, but we do know that eventually your human life is going to come to an end."

"Right," she said, dragging the word out. "We've talked about this. What's going on, Carlisle?"

"It's nothing really, just something that was brought to my attention."

"You need to stop being so cryptic. Just spit it out and tell me. You have me a little freaked out here."

I chuckled and grabbed her hands in mine. "Prom, Isabella. I'm talking about prom."

Her eyes grew large as she assessed what I was saying. "You want me to go to the prom?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Why?"

"Why would I?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Um, let me think," she said tapping her index finger against her chin. "I know, maybe because I don't want to go with any of the boys from school. Maybe because I can't dance for shit. Maybe, just maybe, because the person I would want to take me, if I wanted to go, can't. How about that for why I wouldn't?"

"Isabella, will you go to prom with me?" I asked giving her my best smile.

"With you? But…how?" she asked.

"If I told you I was chaperoning the dance would you consider going?"

"Are you?"

"Yes, I am."

She thought for a moment, lost in thought. After what seemed like forever she spoke, her voice very faint. "I don't have a dress."

I stood up from the chair and extended my hand out for her to take. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

Reluctantly, she took my hand as I led her to the bedroom. I left her sitting on the edge of the bed so I could retrieve the bag from my closet. I walked out with the bag draped over my arm before I hung it over the back of the door.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Open it," I urged.

She walked over to the garment bag and slowly eased the zipper down. I had yet to open it myself so what lay inside was going to be a surprise to us both.

Isabella carefully pulled out a blood red, satin strapless dress. It was short enough to hit her mid thigh. The skirt pooled out, creating a bubble and it was accentuated with a black satin ribbon around the waist.

"It's beautiful," we both said at the same time.

She whipped her head around, looking at me shocked. "You haven't seen it?"

"No. Alice bought it after she, well, after she saw you agreeing to go and I left it in the bag."

"So, since Alice has already seen me going, I guess there is no point in arguing, huh?"

"Are you saying yes to me taking you?" I grinned.

"Yes," Isabella said, nodding. "I'll go to prom with you."

~xxx~

A/N- As if you would have told him no either. Prom should be...interesting? LOL I posted a picture of the lingerie on the Twilighted boards. If you'd like to go and check it out, here is the link-http:/www (dot) twilighted (dot) ?f=33&t=13164

Also, along with review teasers, I'll be posting another pic tease of the prom dress later today. Make sure you alert the page if you want to see it. With that being said, have a great weekend everyone! I'll see y'all on Monday!

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