A/N: I had a dream that I came up with the concept Twilight, only to discover that Jack Dawson and Juno MacGuff actually implanted that idea in my brain. Things got pretty complicated after that.
Chapter 29
BPOV
Call it a love hangover, but I didn't feel good the next morning. I hadn't slept well for some reason, even though Carlisle had completely exhausted me before we'd gone to bed. His lips and hands lingered everywhere - touching, tasting, exploring - I could barely keep up with him. When he finally entered me, it almost felt more like an act of need rather than want. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of love there - it radiated from him during the entire experience; but this was different. Carlisle ravished my body like a prisoner on death row might eat his last meal. Not that I was complaining - I hadn't even known it was possible to come that many times.
Regardless, my skin felt sticky and unclean from all the sweat that I had generated. I hadn't been able to brush my teeth, so they felt nasty, and I was positive that I had the worst dragon breath ever. My hair was still slightly damp and matted to my head. I was sure that I looked like an absolute fright.
I rolled over, but Carlisle's warm body wasn't next to me. After a moment though, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I glanced at the clock - 6:30am - ugh. He must have been planning to teach today. Well, that made sense; I'd been telling him that I would be okay on my own, at least for a few hours anyway.
The sound of the shower was calling to my skin like a siren - I hadn't taken one for nearly three days now, not since the day before my accident. I desperately wanted one and now, but Dr. Gerandy had advised me to wait at least forty-eight hours before getting the stitches wet. That time wouldn't officially come until late that evening, so I wasn't quite sure if it was a good idea.
I scooted out from under my covers, groaning as I stood up. Hours of lying spread-eagle on my bed had taken their toll on my hip and groin area. Thankfully, I still had a few painkillers left. Slightly bow-legged, I made my way to the bathroom.
As soon as I opened the door, I was blasted in the face by a hot cloud of steam. My grimy skin soaked up the moisture like a sponge, and I knew there was no going back. I closed the door behind me and grabbed a bottle of mouthwash sitting on the vanity. I took a quick swig and swished it around in my mouth before spitting the bright green liquid into the sink. It wasn't as good as brushing, but it was better than nothing.
I grabbed an old elastic hair tie and slipped it over one of my wrists.
Just as I was about to slide the shower curtain back, I heard the water shut off.
"Dammit!" I couldn't help whimpering out loud.
The curtain jerked out of my hand, and all of a sudden, I was face-to-face with Carlisle in all his glory.
I smiled up at him. "Ummmm...hi."
His eyes roamed over my naked body. "Hi, yourself." He grinned back. "What's up?"
"I feel dirty," I said pathetically, "and I wanted to take a shower."
He looked down at my bandages skeptically. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
I nodded. "Well, I sort of had...a thought, but I'd need your help with it."
"What can I do for you?" He smirked.
My cheeks flamed hot as I thought about what I was going to ask of him.
"See that hook right there? The one with my loofah sponge hanging from it?" I pointed to the small hook suction-cupped to the side of the wall. I held up my hands and slipped the elastic band over my other wrist, semi-shackling them together. "I was thinking...maybe my hands wouldn't get wet this way..." I said shyly.
He just stared at me, and I was afraid that meant he thought the whole plan sounded ridiculous to him. As the seconds ticked by, I bit my lip, trying not to cry - I had never really been so bold before, and it hurt to know he might think I was crazy.
Then, through tight lips, I heard him say, "Get. Your. Ass. In here."
I breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped inside the shower. He drew the curtain closed and re-started the water. He tossed aside the mesh sponge, and I raised my arms over my head and backed up, so that Carlisle could loop the elastic over the hook.
I gave it a small tug, and determined that it would hold as long as I didn't pull too hard on it or anything.
"Ready?"
I nodded. "Ready."
He flipped the lever and warm water began to spray out of the shower head and across the side of my body. It felt amazing as my skin drank it up. Above my head, my hands stayed safely out of the line of fire. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall. The water flowed over my breasts and tummy, washing the heavy stickiness down the drain. After a minute, I turned slightly so that the water could reach my back.
I could feel Carlisle watching me, and I wasn't sure if he knew what I wanted him to do.
"Will you wash me, Carlisle? Please?"
He swallowed hard and licked his lips. He grabbed the loofah and poured some bath gel onto it, squishing it into a lather.
Starting at my neck and shoulders, he rubbed the sponge in gentle circles over my skin. The feel of his hands along with the creamy, clean scent of the soap was absolutely exquisite. I watched him concentrate as the soft mesh of the loofah traveled up, down, and around every curve of my body. I tensed and trembled as he washed the most intimate, sensitive parts of me, loving every second of it.
Eventually, he dropped the sponge altogether, and just ran his bare hands over my soapy skin. They glided over my hips and up my back, down my shoulders to the undersides of my breasts.
We didn't speak for long time, we were too wrapped up in the incredible sensation of his touch.
After a while, Carlisle removed the detachable shower head from its holder and began to rinse me off. Everything melted away as he did so; I couldn't believe how fresh and clean I felt. He placed the head back in its holder and squirted my favorite strawberry-scented shampoo into his hands and rubbed them together. Then those magic fingers were working and kneading into my hair, making a frothy lather. My arms were sort of in the way, so he reached up and unhooked me.
"Turn around please."
I obeyed, and he re-hooked me so that I was now facing the wall. He massaged my scalp, and as he leaned in closer, I could feel him pressing into my lower back.
Apparently he was enjoying this as much as I was.
After another rinse and round of conditioner, the water began to run cooler and cooler in the shower. I knew play time was probably over and that Carlisle needed to start getting ready for his class.
He shut off the water and released me from the hook.
"I wish I could start every day with a shower like that," he announced, reaching for the towels.
I couldn't disagree. I looked at his sizeable erection with longing. "Are you going to be okay like that?"
His eyes followed mine as he continued to dry himself. "I'll be okay. Besides, I don't really think we have time."
"I can be quick," I argued, discarding the towel and dropping to my knees upon it. "I don't want you to leave...unfulfilled."
He didn't have any time to disagree with me before I took him into my mouth. I knew time was of the essence, and I worked harder than I ever had before. Gone was the slow, sensual sucking - replaced by furious, frantic movements with my tongue. I heard him inhale sharply and his hands gently cupped the back of my head as I bobbed up and down. His hips gave small thrusts, matching my rhythm.
After a minute or two, I felt him pick up the pace, and we moaned together as his climax neared.
"I love you," he gasped, "so much."
With that, I went into hyperdrive - alternately licking him like a popsicle melting in the hot summer sun and drawing him in as far as my throat would allow.
He didn't stand a chance.
One minute, his fingers were suddenly twisting into my wet hair, the next minute he was exploding down the back of my throat.
I was happy to give him what he needed, happy to show my love for him in such a physical way, happy to know that I was the one who left him panting like that.
We took a moment to recover before Carlisle helped me back up to my feet.
"Bella, I'm sor-"
"Shhh, it's okay. I'll be fine," I interrupted, reading his thoughts. "Sexually frustrated, but otherwise fine." I grinned at him.
He drew me into his arms for a tight embrace. "I don't deserve you."
"Hey, that's my line," I giggled.
He didn't reply, just lifted a finger under my chin, tipping it up so that his lips could press softly against mine. I sighed happily as the kiss intensified. Although the bathroom was already a steam room, I could still feel his hot breath against my skin. I felt his lips part, and I used the opportunity to slip my tongue inside.
After a moment, he groaned and gently pushed me away.
"I'm sorry, but I have to get ready now. I have a lot to do today."
I knew he was just being honest, so I shrugged off any sting of rejection and reluctantly nodded.
We finished drying off and then headed back to my room. I grabbed my previously discarded robe and slipped it on, then sat cross-legged on my bed to sadly watch Carlisle cover up that magnificent body with a crisp white shirt and dark blue suit.
He threw a matching tie around his collar and stood before the mirror on my vanity to tie it. He turned to me and gave it few quick tugs.
"How's this look?"
I had to swallow back a little drool before I could finally answer. "You look hot. I've never seen you look so...professional. It suits you."
"Just part of the job." He winked at me.
"So...when will you be home?" I hoped I didn't sound too anxious.
He furrowed his brow. "Ummm, I'm not sure, actually. I have two classes to teach today, a TA meeting, and I, uhh, need to take care of a few things."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What kinds of things? You're not buying more roses are you?"
"As tempting as that sounds, no," he chuckled softly. "Just boring teaching things, no big deal. I think I should be back around one or two at the latest. If you like, I can pick up some lunch on my way over - or is that too late for you?"
I shook my head. "That'd be great. In fact, there's a little sandwich shop down the street called Big Mike's - I love their ham and cheese wraps. It's the #14 on the menu."
"Done." He came and sat next to me on the bed. "You sure you'll be okay until then?"
I sighed and rested my head against his shoulder. "I'm sure. I have to take care of a few things as well."
"Like?"
"Like contacting my professors to let them know what's going on and get my assignments. Plus, I need to talk to my boss, Nancy, so she knows why I'm not coming in. I should be plenty busy."
"Well, call me if you need anything. My phone may be on 'silent,' but I'll be able to get back to you pretty quickly."
"Will do." Carlisle wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. "But don't worry - I've got Emmett to take care of me, remember?"
"Please tell me I don't need to be jealous of a stuffed bear."
"Nah," I giggled. "I'm not into beastiality."
"Good to know!" He laughed as he looked down at his watch. "Damn. I should get going. Can I do anything for you before I leave?"
I raised my eyebrow as he helped me up from the bed.
"I mean, besides that." He smirked.
I feigned disappointment for a moment. "No, I think I'm fine. I'm actually going to attempt to brush my own teeth this morning."
"Whoa! Be careful - don't strain yourself."
I gave him a playful push. "You know, you could be more encouraging. I'm not the one who has to kiss me."
"True. I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll do a great job. Give those teeth hell! Is that better?"
"Much." I stood on my tip toes and gave him a kiss. "Thanks."
"Well, little girl, duty calls."
I followed him to the door and we embraced for one last hug. "Hurry back," I whispered into his ear.
"I will," he whispered back. "Love you."
"Love you, too."
And with that, my love walked out the door.
A/N: Big love and gratitude to my girls, uhyesplease and StormDragonfly. To quote one of my favorite Michael Jackson songs, "You rock my world."
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