Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters belonging to the series. I don't even own this laptop, it owns me.

A/N - Okay, deep breath. I'm Rhyan, which is just like Ryan, with an "h", magically making it a girl's name. This is my first time writing a Twilight fic, ever. Like I won't even kid you by pretending I have tons of unposted Twilight material on my hard drive, this is it folks. I do however, have the next two chapters already banged out. I'd really appreciate feedback on this, tell me what you liked, tell me what didn't like -- really all of it.

Unless you want to moan about the pairing, then you can beat it! Kick rocks, Carlisle is dead sexy!

This is a bit like an introduction, not much but maybe enough to test the waters?

Anyway, your feedback would be greatly appreciated, along with any reccs to any impressive work in this fandom.

Bella

It occurred to Bella suddenly one evening that Dr. Cullen had an expressive face for a man that hid so many secrets. Pale and nearly statuesque in every angle, Carlisle Cullen was beautiful, much like her Edward. Though his eyes were now a rich amber shade that also belonged to the members of his family, Bella knew just by looking at him that his eyes had once been blue. Bright blue like cool water, dripping with life. He was no more beautiful this day than he had been any other but here as they sat in the dinning room, talking amiably amongst themselves as Bella ate, it became an inescapable and undeniable fact.

The way his eyes closed and his nose crinkled just a bit whenever he threw his head back slightly to laugh. The way he held back a chuckle at Alice's expense by pulling his rosy pink lip in between his perfectly shaped white teeth. The soft smile that tugged at the corner of his lips whenever he turned to his wife and tucked a stray wisp of russet hair behind her ear, conveying his feelings to her with more than just a touch, but silently professing his love for Esme with every second of undisturbed eye contact.

Bella had no idea what their hands did, cloaked in secrecy underneath the crisp linen covered table. She imagined they held hands, resting gently on Esme's beautiful teal skirt. Nothing tawdry or obscene, he was first and foremost a family man and his wife exuded elegance effortlessly. Bella could see that Carlisle treasured his family, he treasured his family and with and with a fresh wave of envy that tugged at her heart, she made a wish that fell upon her mind like a whisper.

' Treasure me too.'

And not to be mistaken in the way a father treasures his daughter, for Bella had a father of her own that suited her paternal needs just fine. No, Bella yearned to be treasured by Carlisle Cullen like a man treasures a woman. Like a man treasures his woman. She could imagine with great detail being held against his body, her soft heated flesh against his cooler, harder body. His hand, the same hands that now twiddled with the edge of the napkins on the table before them would press ever so delightfully into the skin of her back, His fingers would imprint themselves and make his desire known, more than just the call of the lust but the want – the need to be close. Her head would be thrown back in rapture, eyes closed gently with lips parted and waiting for his to meet her once more. The scent of their desire would be heavy in the thick air as he whispers his sweet promises of immense pleasure and completion soon to come in a smooth deep voice that wraps itself around her like the embrace of his strong arms. His lips would be pressed against her pulse that beats wildly but not in fear that he will take her life by tearing her flesh, but in fear that he would kill her this day by stopping. Don't ever stop. So near but still not close enough and she needed him.

' so much closer.'

Bella could barely suppress her need to look away. Turning her head away as the blush bloomed across her cheeks, giving her Edward and embarrassed half smile as she inwardly berated herself for daring to have such traitorous thoughts while the love of her life sat just mere inches away from her. Though Edward was eternally frustrated by his inability to read her mind, Bella had never been more grateful. She couldn't imagine the hurt this would cause if Edward had even been allowed even a brief flicker of the carnal images that had enthralled her just moments ago.

Jasper was the first to notice it. And the smile he sent her spoke more than just his detection of her embarrassment. He looked at her and then back at Edward – knowingly. And however accurately he picked up on her feelings of pure arousal, Jasper could not have been more mistaken by assuming that these feelings were directed towards Edwards. While it wasn't often that Bella had the opportunity to prove many of the Cullen clan wrong about anything, this was one delusion she would gladly let Jasper keep. Why would he assume she would feel such such a strong want for anyone other than Dear Edward? Would would anyone assume that?

She loved him, after all. And these feelings for Carlisle, no matter how shameful and treacherous, did nothing to change her feelings for Edward. The thought of being without Edward filled her with an immediate panic. He was an attentive companion but his unwillingness to take her as his lover had left her with a resentment towards him that she desperately tried to contain. It wasn't his fault – it was fear. She knew he loved her more than his whole life and though the knowledge should have made this irrational anger dissipate, they only grew as her did her needs.

She was only human after all. She was young and this young body was filled with wants. With deeps unsettling wants that wreaked havoc upon her feelings. She had never been this overcome with such desires before but Edward had cursed her with a kiss that left her yearning.

And she would beg him no more. She couldn't stand to see the guilt on his face when he had to deny her. But she couldn't deny herself either, and these insidious feeling for the man Edward considered his father that started with brief glanced that noted with platonic admiration had developed into calculated opportunities in which she could gaze freely and undisturbed and store these precious seconds to later recall upon whenever the want became tough to bear.

Heat rose to her cheeks once more and she looked up from her plate to find Emmett smiling at her kindly, a wide grin that warmed her heart each time. "Bella." he said with some sympathy. " You don't have to be embarrassed. We know you have to eat."

' Oh Emmett,' Bella mused ' What a sweetheart.' before inwardly thanking him for the perfectly reasonable excuse to be embarrassed. She turned to Jasper covertly, noticing his face revealed nothing though she knew for a fact he knew more than Emmett did.

"Bella!" Alice's twinkling voice chimed in with her ever dramatic outrage. "You know we don't mind sitting here while you eat!" Her amber eyes were wide with the boundless excitement that fueled her. Emmett nodded and gestured towards Esme.

"Yeah Bells!" He boomed, ignoring Bella's cringe at that horrid nickname. "Why do you think Esme made this? You don't want to hurt her feelings by not finishing this up!" To which Esme replied with a sheepish smile in Bella's direction. If she still had the ability to blush, Bella imagined Esme was just as nervous as she was.

"I—I, you're right," Bella stumbled before turning to Esme with a rueful smile. "I love it, Esme" Bella breathed. "Thank you."

Bella barely blinked at the sudden cool sensation on the back of her hand as she knew without looking that Edward had tucked her smaller warmer one into his own, stone hand. She looked up to him and smiled and he rewarded her with a crooked grin of his own. And instantly her feelings of shame had vanished, Edward could clear her mind like no other and made everything else seem trivial.

If she kept her eyes on him for the rest of the evening, Bella was sure she could survive this dinner.

"Because God forbid, Edward forgets to feed his pet." Rosalie mumbled as she tended pointlessly to her finger nails. They were probably perfect as was the rest of her but she wouldn't have been Rosalie if she'd just participated in the casual conversation like the rest of them. Bella winced softly at the remark, despite a few harmless barbs, Bella had truly believed she and Rosalie had began to make ways of progress.

She felt Edward tense immediately at her side and placed a calming hand his wrist. Not only had Rosalie not bothered to look up to see the outrage on her brother's face she had not even moved from her space, tucked in Emmett's side to see the annoyed glare he shot her himself.

"Naturally, I expect you to apologize to Bella for your rudeness, Rosalie." Esme's soft voice pierced through the silencing, bearing the motherly disappointed edge to her tone that Bella imagine Rosalie was not often addressed with. And Rosalie confirmed Bella's belief by opening both caramel eyes wide and snapping into an upright position, taking in the highly unamused faces of her family members seated around the table. Edward, in particular.

It wasn't the words, but what they meant and the implication fell on all the Cullens leaving them in a deep pensive silence.

By calling Bella his pet, Rosalie had not only demoted Bella from being less than worthy of their company as a human in her eyes but she also implied that she were something to bide Edwards times. Something he would soon grow tired of, and toss when boring.

It had made Bella feel like a burden, bothersome and unwanted.

Rosalie met eyes with Bella, and to Bella's shock, she was met with Rosalie's complete horror in the situation. If no one else, she had always counted on her husband to take her side no matter what hurtful words spewed past her pretty red lips.

" It's not like it's a secret," Rosalie began, straightening her spine before crossing her arms across her chest in clear defensive posture. "She's practically fainting and falling left and ri--"

" That's enough, Rosalie." Bella turned around to the bored voice that had interrupted Rosalie's rant to validate her actions. The first time Carlisle had ever admonished Rosalie for her comments towards Bella, his tone had been sharp and stern and not allowing for any argument. However, today his voice was calm and unamused. As he assured her one day, she did it for attention. Bella's heart fluttered at the comedic edge to his voice that screamed. "Sing a new song, Rosalie!"

Bella looked across the table and to her own horror and immense pleasure, Carlisle had flashed her a genuine grin and sealed it with a wink before turning back to Alice who continued her story of Fork's tale in which yet another student meets their ultimate social death.

But Carlisle had winked at her.

At her.

"Treasure me" Bella pleaded silently before turning to Edward, and squeezing his hand and the guilt ate at her heart.

So there it is! I sincerely hope it interested someone. I know there wasn't much deserving of the M rating in there but all I can do is promise that is more to come.

;)

Please tell me what you think! And ask any questions you have. I won't bite, I swear.

Edward, however... no promises.

--Ry