Originally written: February 7th, 2015

Bella / Carlisle

Rating: M

4. Birthday

Carlisle Cullen wasn't much of a celebration man. But when it came to birthdays he made a conscious effort. Turning eighteen was considered a special birthday after all. Particularly when it was Bella's eighteenth birthday. So a lot was weighing on this occasion.

After all, you only turn eighteen once! (If you weren't a vampire)

And like any eighteen year old, she decided to throw a party. What Carlisle didn't expect was how big of a turn out it was going to be. The music was loud that it could be heard from a mile away. And literally every teenager from Bella's high school was there. A big crowd that jumped incessantly to the beat of dubstep music.

Carlisle couldn't even hear himself think. Let alone maneuver across the sea of people to find the birthday girl.

A few teenagers tumbled to the floor, and instantly he recognized signs of inebriation. Apparently, what party couldn't be complete without the integration of alcohol? And it seemed for this particular occasion, the Chief had turned a blind eye for his babygirl's special day. As Carlisle could spot the kegs of beer in a corner with teenagers handing drinks around like free candy.

Carlisle, with his prim and proper navy suit and crisp angel blue shirt, and blonde hair sleeked back, felt more and more out of place. The sooner he found Bella and congratulated her then the sooner he could leave. Because at the end of the day, that's what he essentially came for.

He didn't want to be there, yet at the same time he did. And Bella was adamant that he showed up. Otherwise, she threatened not to speak to him until her next birthday. Carlisle held the girl in such a high regard that he didn't wish to disappoint her. If he had to swim across an ocean of drunk teenagers for her, then so be it.

The music suddenly switched into something more bass filled and faster beat. The lights flashed even quicker. And more people started to dance. Carlisle couldn't see past the swarm of bobbing heads. He knew his kids were attending the party but couldn't even spot them. Even with his perfect vision, the flickering lights, the loud music, and the smell of sweat and alcohol clouded his superior senses.

With that all said and done, Carlisle still made a marvelous job of not colliding with any of the dancing teenagers. However, he thought of that too soon as someone smacked against his front so hard he feared that person would have gotten hurt.

Without even thinking about it, Carlisle wrapped an arm to steady the person, and as soon as they got their bearings, he was going to release them and continue his search for the birthday girl. But it seemed the person that bumped into him had other ideas as they clung to the good doctor and pressed their body against him.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the curve of a female body. But it was what the female said that made Carlisle look down at her face. "Oh you finally came!" It was Bella –

Slightly drunk Bella to be exact. She smiled up at the good doctor's handsome face and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Carlisle relaxed instantly. Had it been some other random person then he would have pushed them away. But with Bella, he didn't mind. And she looked like she could use the support as she seemed to be tripping over her own feet more than usual.

Carlisle used both his solid arms to hold the girl securely around her waist and help her up.

He gave her a puzzled smile as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Even though he thought nothing of it.

"I'm so happy you could make it!" Bella said as she clung to the doctor even tighter. Pressing her front to his that Carlisle could feel every contour of her against him.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Carlisle replied embarrassingly as he tried to place his hands on the girl in a manner more innocent and proper. "Are you having fun, Bella?" he asked.

Bella giggled. "Now I am." She rested her head on his shoulder. The tip of her nose brushed barely against his buttoned up collar. She purred and rubbed her nose against the man's neck. "You smell amazing!"

Carlisle swallowed. Words became tangled in his throat.

Suddenly her head popped in front of him. "Did you bring me a present?" she asked, still keeping a firm grip on the blonde patriarch.

Carlisle bit the inside of his cheek. 'Shit!' he thought. He knew he forgot something. And Bella was looking at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry, dear. I left it back in my office at the hospital." He said regretfully.

Bella frowned. "Oh," she replied unhappily.

Suddenly her glazed eyes glinted playfully. "Well, you can give me another present right now."

Wanting to make her happy and rectify the situation. Without even considering it, Carlisle chirped kindly "Sure – anything you want."

Immediately he realized something. "But I have nothing to offer you, sweetheart."

She stretched her torso over him. "I can think of several things you could offer me," she replied with that same low purr. "Many of them you rightfully owe me."

"Excuse me?"

She swooned dreamily. "Oh, don't act so coy!" She placed her hands on his chest and rubbed his muscular torso.

"I would be shitting myself if I normally said and did this any other day. But now that I am filled with a bit of liquid courage I feel like I could do all the things I would've been so afraid to do."

"Bella," Carlisle tried to slowly extricate himself from the girl. This wasn't good. And her hands seemed to have a mind of their own.

"Oh come on! Indulge me, it's my birthday – Just this once." Her face leaned closer. "Please, just tonight."

Her hands wrapped once more around the doctor's neck. "I fantasize about you all the time."

Before Carlisle could even form a reply she kissed him.

In complete shock, Carlisle stood frozen and unresponsive. But when a small warm hand curved around the limp bulge in his pant and squeezed him through the material, he opened his mouth to protest.

Only to have a tongue slip between his lips and touch his own.

Bella moaned.

Carlisle growled.

She began to grind her pelvis on his leg because she was too short to reach his crotch.

The hands on her waist that meant to push her away cupped her ass. And she mewled happily.

But before anything else could happen, Bella suddenly jerked back and sharply looked at Carlisle. She gazed at him disbelievingly. "Heeeeeeeeyyy," she slurred. "You're not Edward!"

She pushed away from him and turned around to get lost in the crowd of dancing people.

Carlisle was disheveled, confused, and panting. The bulge in his pants went from limp to hard in a second.

Two people walked behind him. One of them clapped his hand on the doctor's shoulder. "Don't worry, she mistook us for Edward too." Jasper said over the pulsing music.

"And none of us bothered to correct her." Emmett laughed.

"where is Edward?" Carlisle asked, still looking in the direction Bella disappeared in.

Emmett shrugged. "That idiot bailed. He couldn't handle all these horny teenagers and their drunken thoughts."

Carlisle, still in shock, said "I think I am going to leave."

"No, stay." Jasper objected with a smirk.

Carlisle turned to face both men. "Why?"

Emmett and Jasper shared a look before facing their father figure. "We were hoping for an encore." Jasper stated.

Carlisle touched his lips. It's been a long time since even Esme kissed him like that.

Yeah … he couldn't go home yet. And the next time Bella pounced, he might just let her do anything and everything she wanted to him.