Chapter 13: Saturday

Next morning i woke up quite early. Knowing that i would spend the whole day with Carlisle left me in great expectation.

I only ate an apple at breakfast because my stomach was in knots. The i went to my room and to scour through my wardrobe for clothes.

Since i had no idea of were we where going to i decided to dress casual. Jeans, a long sleeved blouse -to hide the bandaged arm- with my leather jacket on top -of course- and my rodeo boots.

I look myself in the mirror and grimace. My hair looked awful. Why does everytime i have to go out my hair decides to rebel?

I take my comb and starts fixing my wild mane but in the end, end up putting up in a ponytail.

I am aplying some mascara when i hear the horn of a car in front of my house. He's here.

Thankfully, my mother works extra hours on the weekends, so when i leave the house there is no one to see me getting inside Carlisle's Mercedes.

"Hi." I say, a little breathless from the running i made to get to him.

"Hello, love."

God, his voice. He leans on and gives me a kiss quickly, then resumes his task of riding.

I take this time to look at him, and i am not surprised in getting dazzled. He is wearing casual clothes too, similiar to mine, it is almost as if we were those couples that wear matching clothes.

"How was your night?" He ask, without taking his eyes off the road.

"It was alright. Wish you were there." I pout.

"I know, love. I'm sorry i had to work." He smiles that beautiful smile of his and just like that he is forgiven.

"Well, you can redeem yourself to me by telling exactly where we are going now." I reply, trying go look stern but failing as always.

He laughs. The laugher echos through the car, sending a warm heat from my head to my toes. "It's a surprise."

"Fine." I sigh. I don't particulary like surprises, the ones i had in my life were the also the worst moments too.

We remain in silence, just enjoying each others company until Carlisle parks in a place next to the woods.

He takes his seatbelt and looks at me expectingly. By now i am so curiously nervous that i almost crack a joke and ask if this is place where he is going to kill me. Thankfully he speak first.

"Come on, we still have to walk a little."

"Walk? I'm not dressed for that." I complain.

"I will do the walking, you don't even need to move if you don't want to." He jokes.

Won't need to ? Alright.

We leave the car and Carlisle suddenly takes me in his arms. "Hold on tight."

I don't even have time to answer. He starts running, and i have to close my eyes to not have a whiplash. It is over as soon it beginned. When he puts me on the ground, i have to use him to hold myself up right again. My mind is a little foggy, but i survived it's what matters non?

"Alright, love?" He ask, worried but also amused.

"I'm fine."

When i open my eyes again it is to whole different scenery. We were in the most beautiful place i've ever seen. More beautiful then the forest behind my house. More beautiful then La Push.

I take my time looking around. The clearing is small, perfectly round and full of different flowers. The trees around it only complement the place better.

I walk swiftly to the middle of the clearing, touching the flowers with the tip of my fingers as go by. I feel the sun light shinning in my face and close my eyes to appreciate more intensely the warmt coming from it.

When i open my eyes i am surprised at seing Carlisle still in the same spot as before, hiding in the shadows of the trees. I have a sudden deja vu, and realise this moment we are having is so similiar with the dream i had a few days ago. Just like in my dream, i raise my hand and invite him closer.

He takes one step in and the sun light hits his face.

I can only imagine what my expression must be. Bewildered. Stunned. Shocked. Eyes and mouth wide open.

He is beautiful. He is tremendously beautiful. His skin shines like it is made of little crystal diamonds. When he smiles at me his teeths also sparkles. The whole scene is too much for my poor mind and i almost faint, but Carlisle is there on time, to hold me and care for me.

He takes me in his arms and give me a sweet kiss on the head. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I guess." I say, still looking at him as if he was something out of this world. "So, that's what happens."

"Yes. It would be hard to ride from a crowd in the sun light. That's why we don't make an appearence in sunny days." He explains.

I am still to dazzled to function properly, so Carlisle takes the lead and lay us down on the carpet of flowers.

"I'm glad you showed to me." I whisper. Touching his face to make sure it was really happening.

"I will never hold things from you, love. You can ask me anything."

And i do. I ask him about his life. His hobbies. His desires. His memories. And he aswers all of my question honestly and specifically. Telling stories of his childhood, as well as stories of his kind. He tells me that as a human his favorite food used to be porridge, but now he preffers the stag. I also learn of his love for books, having his own prived library in his house. And the most surprising, his religion.

Time flies as we keep talking and exploring each others body parts with our hands. When it gets close to lunch time, he says it's time to go.

"I thought we would spend the whole day together." I can't hide the hurt from my voice.

"And we will, my love." He holds me tighter and leads the way. "But, you need to eat."

"And you don't?"

"I've already ate." He smirks, looking at me suddenly with a dirty look. "And i intend to have my dessert later."

Oh, my. This man is going to be the death of me.

We end up going to Port Angeles. To a more secluded little restaurant, were we hopefully wouldn't see anyone that knew us.

"This food is fantastic. I wish you could eat it." I enthusiastically say.

His laugh reverberates through his chest. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

I don't answer. Too busy eating the best pasta i've ever had.

"What do you want to do after this?" He ask. Watching me with amusement in his eyes.

"What, no more surprises?"

"If you want. But i thought you would like to pick the next place to go."

"What does it even have in Port Angeles that we can do at this hour?"

"I'm sure there is lot of things."

"Name one."

"Hmm. Movie?" He ask, looking at me intently.

"Yeah, sure. But, are you into those things?" This time i am the one observing him attently.

"I don't care where i am, as long as i am with you." He say, in that so-Carlisle of his. I melt.

"Alright then."

We watch the new Star Wars movie. I mean, I watch, because Carlisle spends most of his time amused at my fangirling reactions and trying to distract me with languid kisses.

When the night comes he takes me back home.

"Are you coming in?" I ask, holding the car's door handle.

"When is your mother coming home?"

"Today? After midnight."

"Alright, then. I will be right back. I need to take my car back home."

"Right." I give him a kiss on the cheek and jump out of the car.

I don't know why i feel suddenly nervous. It is not the first time Carlisle will spend the night. Maybe what worries me is that today could be the day. Now, i know that i am not a virgin anymore, and that we already have done somethings before but, i have ever only been with one guy before and that relationship didn't really ended up well for me. The biggest part of me knows that Carlisle would never dump me like my ex did, but there is always that small part that keeps saying 'Don't get attached. Don't fall for his lies. Don't put yourself into that kind of situation again.' The biggest part wins of course, after all Carlisle is nothing like him, but the other part doesn't leave, it is always there, in the shadows of my mind, whispering.

I shake my head to get rid of those dark thoughts and go straight to my bathroom to take a shower.

The water is warm when it touches my skin. I wash my hair first, as it is a custom of mine, then let the soap of the shampoo run down my body for a while.

The next step is to wash my torso, i reach for the soap only to find out that it was not there anymore. Suddenly a cold hand grabs my waist and i scream, but Carlisle is fast and he covers my mouth with his hand. I sigh relieved at seeing it was only him. Then, i realise my state of nudity and can't help but feel self conscious about my body. I turn to side slightly to cover my front from his vision. He smiles that crooked smirk of his and take a step back to take his clothes of.

He gets naked in record time and joins me in the shower in one swift motion.

"Please, allow me." He say, bringing the soap to my collarbone and washing away the sweat of my skin.

I let him wash me with his tender hands. Expecting the moment when he will take me against the wall. He does not though. He only caresses me, exploring the places in my body he has not seen before. His hands stroke my back, then go down to my butt, he really likes to squeeze it, i realise. He spend more time in breast thought, fondling the globes that fit perfectly in his hands, paying a particular attencion to the hard nipples begging to be devoured. But he doesn't start anything.

He stops, giving me a hungry look, and put the soap in my hand. Your turn now, his saying. His eyes daring me too feel him up like he did me.

I do just that. I start by the top like he did, passing the soap on his chest and shoulders. His abdomen is next and i take great pleasure in seeing him shiver when i scratch him with my finger nails slightly. I look down to see his dick has enjoyed it very much too. He is hard and up, and when i look at his eyes, they are begging me to touch him there. I do the opposed, i turn him around and wash his back, giving it the same nail treatment that the front received. His skin is like cold marble, hard and firm. The warmness of the water must be quite soothing to him.

I snake my hand through his abs, down his hips until it reach his penis. With my hand full of bubbles from the soap i caress him slightly, making a moviment of up and down with my good hand.

I stop a minute after and he grunt deep into his throat. "That's not fair." He growls now, turning around quickly and taking my lips in his.

We embrace each other, arms circling every side of one another. Our lips doesn't stop, only increase, in both speed and desire. The lust fogs my mind for a second so i am certainly surprised when i feel his fingers in my crotch.

I moan loudly -thankful my mother is not at home- and lift one of my legs on his hip. With more space to work his magical fingers through, Carlisle inserts one delicately inside me as his thumb circles my clit a little harder than i am used to. "Carlisle." I am a moaning mess by now, only realising much later that his cock is hanging completely forgotten in the middle of us. I take my good hand -the right one, thankfully- to his member and resume the stroking from before.

It doesn't take long for me the climax.

Carlisle swallow my scream of ecstasy with his mouth that keeps devouring my lips non-stop. When my body stops shivering and i can think straight again, i continue the moviments on him, up and down, getting faster by the second. Carlisle's mouth move to my chest, and he finally gives attencion to my needy breasts. It doesn't take long for him to climax too. He freezes, growling in my ear as the bliss of orgasm consumes his body.

Later that night, after Carlisle checks my wrist and change the bandage, we lay in my small bed completely satisfied.

"Would you like to meet my family tomorrow?" He breaks the silence with a question that leaves consciously nervous.

I don't know, do i? Two of them don't like me, the others look simpatic but intimidating nontheless, and i can't really stand Edward-fucking-telepath-Cullen.

"Bella will also be there." He adds.

"She will?" I ask. Why did i not knew that?

"Yes. Edward texted me earlier." He answer, then hesitantly ask "You don't want to meet them?"

"Oh. Yes, i do. I just worry that's all" I quickly reply.

"They would never hurt you, love."

Won't they? the little voice inside my head said, but Carlisle looked so confident in his statement that i could do nothing but reasure him "I know that. I worry that they won't like me"

Well, i do worry about that too, then add "I don't want them to think that i am not good enough for you."

His expression is serious and a little consurned too, but when he talks all my worries subside...

"You are more than enough. You're my everything."

...at least for now.