A/N: A bit of a shorter one but setting up something important!
A blush spread over my face as I entered the Cullen house the next night. The previous nights' activities had made me feel good but I was still so embarrassed by acting that way, being with Carlisle in that way was something I was still adjusting to. My heart sped up as I entered the Cullen house. I needn't have felt like that though, as soon as I was over the threshold Carlisle swept me up in his arms lifting me off the ground and swinging me around. I let out a little squeak in surprise at the sudden movement. I felt Carlisle breathe in deeply as he buried his face into my hair.
"I missed you so much," he murmured. I wrapped my arms around him even tighter than they had been, wanting to feel as close to him as possible.
"I know. This week has lasted an age," I agreed. We stayed like that for some time. My feet lifted off the ground, held in his arms feeling his cold hard body pressed against mine. I breathed in his delicious, sweet aroma trying to commit to memory for the next time we had to be separated.
Finally, after I don't know how long, he placed me gently on the ground.
"Right, are you hungry?" he clapped his hands and turned towards the dining room without waiting for an answer. I followed him obligingly questioning silently what he had done. I was shocked. Although, after last weekend I wasn't sure why. There was a veritable feast on offer at one end of the large dining room table. There was a delicious looking pasta in a creamy sauce, fresh bread and salad.
"Carlisle," I gasped, "did you do all of this?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "It was nothing. I had time." He pulled a chair out for and I walked over to him pressing a kiss to his lips in thanks before I sat down.
"Bon Appetit!" he smiled sitting down at the chair to the left of me.
I grinned as I tucked in. With all the college applications I had been filling in and sending off this week it occurred to me that I had neglected to properly feed myself. Now with all this delicious looking food in front of me, I felt the hunger catch up.
Carlisle sat patiently watching me ram half the food down my throat till I didn't physically feel I could fit anything further in my stomach. It felt like one of those undo-the-top-button-of-the-jeans type moment. I leant back and stretched trying to adjust the uncomfortably full feeling.
"How was it?" he asked his eyes scanning my face.
"Incredible! Where did you learn to cook?" I exclaimed.
He laughed, his pure, perfect laugh, "Esme." I laughed with him. Now I understood.
"Of course, the world's most amazing vampire chef." He smiled and took my hand at that. We sat for a moment, looking into the eyes of each other. I knew what he was thinking, I was thinking about it too. We both missed her dearly.
Carlisle stood up and shook his head as if to shake the thought away, and told me he would leave my plates and do them whilst I was asleep. Instead, he pulled me through to the large white lounge where he already had candles burning and the lights dimmed.
"Do you want to watch something my angel?" he asked in his glorious velvet voice, always making sure I was happy.
I smiled at him and nodded my approval. In truth I wasn't bothered about watching anything but I relished the thoughts of more hours spent laying with and being close to Carlisle. He set us up on the sofa, wrapping a large comforter around me before lying me between his legs. I buried my head into his chest as he flicked on some generic romantic comedy.
The film never grabbed my attention. Throughout I made myself busy playing with the buttons on Carlisle's light blue shirt, undoing them and slipping my hand inside to feel the perfect contours of his chest and craning myself upwards to plant kisses along his neck. A few times he admonished me and told me to watch the film but the slight grin never left his face so I knew he didn't mind too much.
When the film was over and the screen had returned to black I pushed myself up so I was crouched straddling him and whispered in his ear, in the most seductive voice I could muster, "is it time for bed yet?" I felt him let out a growl that rumbled his chest, and he did a half-smirk his eyes flashing with passion before lifting me over his shoulder in a fireman style carry to the bedroom.
The next morning I awoke with the same satisfied feeling I had the previous weekend when waking in Carlisle's bed. I rolled over, a silly, sleepy grin plastered to my face. Carlisle was laid next to me clad only in cotton pyjama bottoms.
"Good morning beautiful," he breathed as he brought his face closer to mine and planted a kiss on my forehead.
"Mmmm good morning," I yawned as I stretched out.
Carlisle reached up to smooth the wild brown mop on my head, his eyes roaming over me with a look of adoration in them. I was fully aware of Carlisle's love for me but my heart still jumped at moments like this. A Greek god looking at me as though I were the most beautiful thing in the world. His words only confirmed the look in his eye.
"How are you so beautiful all the time?" I bit my lip and felt a blush creep up over my chest and face.
I leaned into his neck to hide my embarrassment, "Says you the world's most beautiful man." I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He did the rest of the work and pulled me onto him so my body was flush with his.
"You don't see yourself clearly at all, Isabella," a jolt when through me when he used my full name. I had never liked it but whenever Carlisle said it, it was like a surge of electricity racing through me.
He started covering my shoulders and neck with kisses, nipping at the skin ever so slightly that it made me let out a slight moan.
"I'll never get enough of this, of you," I sighed. I felt him smile beneath me against my skin. He flipped me over at his impossible vampire speed to give himself more room to continue his assault against me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from moaning again. I knew he could feel how much I wanted him. As much as I had wanted him last night. As much as I had wanted him for months. This, however often it happened, never seemed to be enough for me. I let myself relax into it, tuning out everything except the feel of his cold mouth against my skin when he abruptly sat up his eyes wide in panic. I scrambled to sit up as well and gather the sheet around me.
"What is it? What's happened?" I asked alarm making my voice squeak.
"Someone's here," he said with a distant look in his eye. He wasn't with me now, he was tracing whoever it was that was on their way here, to our usually quiet paradise.
"Carlisle, who is it?" I asked raising my voice slightly and placing my hand on his cheek to get his attention.
Without looking at me he said one word that made my stomach drop and my heartache, "Edward."
A/N: Please review if you liked it, they really do give me the motivation to keep going. I can also be found on tumblr at dr-daddy-cullen.