(haha get it, rated R and this is chapter 21!) OKAY ATTENTION! It seems as if I cannot write lemons in Raven's point of view…. Argh… femals…. Anyways I will continue this chapter in 22 in carlisle's point of view. FORGIVE ME but there is no other way!

Stuck Between a Vampire and a Hard Place

Chapter 21: Foreplay

I felt a tad bit better after I apologized to the noobs. Wow… that usually never worked out for me. Funny, I thought, how it's the little things that I still noticed more than others, even as an immortal. It's the little things like a chromosomal pair and a family gene that make a difference. Michael, unknowingly, was a descendant of one of the Quileute tribesmen. Somehow he was related and carried twenty-four chromosomal pairs, instead of human twenty-three. At first it was hard to grasp the idea that werewolves existed in this world, but it came around to me. So maybe Michael wasn't immune after all, but it pulled a good point: only humans could become witches.

None the less, Michael still moved in with us.

Word traveled fast about the Cullens. My sisters weren't that enthusiastic about me dating a vampire, but in the end, Michele was dating a werewolf. Carlisle, although one day to instinctively become enemies, found Michael to be a nice guy, besides the barely noticeable dog odor that seemed to perk Carlisle's tolerance every now and then.

Austin, the newest trendy topic, found us to be a hospitable family, even if we were a bit off of the norm. I'd seen him once, but coming from Edelle, they had quite a few things lined up. Hopefully, in a few days we could reschedule the cancelled dinner that was planned to happen the day that we'd diagnosed Michael as "still human." Carlisle had greatly come in handy with his medical skills, resulting in the discovery of his "wolfy ancestry" as Edelle called it.

Life just seemed to be falling into place. A peaceful place, especially with Carlisle by my side.

"And… concluded…" I stated with a dramatized jab to my paper to end the sentence with a period.

Carlisle smiled and kissed my cheek. "I didn't know you wrote journal entries?"

"Well, when you're a smashing half millennia old, it's nice to look back and see the grammar changes." I giggled as he snuffled playfully into my neck. My notepad and pen fell to the floor as he nestled around with me. I kissed his cheek and pulled him closer. His skin lightly sparkled in the clouded sun as we lay on my Barcelona couch letting the forest breeze swim through the air.

"You know it's our one week anniversary," I said with a content grin.

"Really? Because it feels as if I've already spent forever with you… and I can't wait for more."

"One week," I repeated happily as I climbed onto his chest. "One week from the first day I met you, and I'm already head over heels."

Amused, he pecked me with his lips on every inch of skin he could reach. I rested on his chest and looked out the window to the glorious view. Never had I felt so at peace.

"I love you," I whispered daintily next to his ear.

"I know," he replied jokingly.

"Let me guess, David Deangelo?"

"Naturally, of course, my dear." He smiled and stroked my hair, entwining it within his fingers. "But, I hope you know that I love you back, my sweet Raven."

"I know…" I mocked with a giggle.

"Tell me, do you love me enough to face terrible consequences?" he asked as his fingers tensed while they continued to weave through my hair.

I had an inner puzzle. But whatever Carlisle meant by his words, I'd accept on all costs. Leaving out the question of who… or what he was calling a consequence, I answered wholeheartedly. "Yes, I'd do anything."

"Thank you." Somewhat relieved, he pulled himself up to kiss me lightly on the lips and trail down my neck.

"What do you have in mind, though?" I asked with questioning eyes.

"Well, my reasons have nothing to do with what I'm about to do."

"And what might that be? And what are you hiding?" I asked, bumping my nose playfully to his.

"You'll know sooner than you'd like…" he trailed off.

His hands moved to my back, cradling my posture securely within his grasp. He gradually moved his lips to the edge of my shirt and lightly nibbled on the bordering skin. His eyes trailed to mine, not asking permission, but stating what he was about to do. I leaned back as he slowly removed my shirt, unbuttoning, and pulling my sleeves down. My hair draped over the edge of the couch and Carlisle held my limbs above my head. I moaned once his teeth scraped down my revealed chest. Biting, sucking, licking every piece of nakedness.

In one swift move, he ripped open his shirt with his hand, still keeping the other around my wrists. I gaped at his beautiful chest. I craved to run greedy hands down it, only to be apprehended by Carlisle's firm grasp.

I gasped at the sudden heat coming from us. His tongue licked to the top of my skirt, only to be ripped in half by his teeth, allowing only a small, lace line of defense.

His lips reunited with my neck and I shivered at his voice. "Stop me now."

"Never…" I moaned as I felt him rub against me through his bulging pants.

"I don't want to hurt you; you still have a choice to deny me," he hissed painfully as his need begged for him to just skip the chitchat and take me. His whine like a trapped animal, shrieking to break free. I was the only one with the key, yet I held it tauntingly from him.

"Hurt me, Carlisle, hurt me, please," I pleaded desperately as my suffering want spilled for him.

A rumble shattered through his chest. "You're not a afraid… that I might… lose control…"

"Lose it… lose all of it…" I encouraged as I began melting for him and his beast.

He leaned up and removed his shirt, while I marveled at his body. He straddled my waist in foreplay as he unbuttoned his pants. "It's been a long time…"

"Too long. Now shut the fuck up, and fuck me," I demanded.

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CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER!