A/N:
This was an idea that just popped into my head...
Pairing: Carlisle/Bella
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Looking at little Bella Swan, I realize that she's not-so-little anymore. I try not to notice her long, smooth legs and the way they look in that skirt. Or the full breasts that are straining against the fabric of her cotton t-shirt. And I definitely, definitely try not to notice how she wets her pink lips with the tip of her tongue before she speaks.
No. I don't notice anything of the sort. Not with Charlie Swan's daughter.
"So, Carlisle, how long are you in town?"
I wasn't expecting to be alone with her. I thought Charlie would be here. And I really wasn't expecting for little Bella to look so... well, not-so-little.
"Um." I clear my throat. "About a week. Maybe—I'm guessing. Maybe longer."
Longer may be a bad idea.
She lifts a glass of soda to her mouth and softly hums her approval as the straw settles between her plump lips. And I watch in fascination as she closes her eyes, appreciating the flavor. As her delicate throat constricts with each swallow. As her lips drag pull after pull of the sugary drink into her mouth...
The cup is now back on the table and I am thoroughly embarrassed. I hope she didn't notice my staring.
She nods her head and bites her bottom lip. "A week is good."
No, it's not. "Yes."
I really should be going.
"Seven days is enough time to catch up, don't you think?"
"Um. Yes. Sure."
She once again licks her lips and I avert my gaze, willing my brain to think of anything but my friend's daughter's tongue as I grow hard in my pants.
"Would you like to catch up, Carlisle? I'm eighteen now, so I think we have a bit of catching up to do."
She rises from the sofa and saunters to the staircase before turning back to me, slowly licking her lips.
"Would you like to catch up in my room, Carlisle? I think it's a good place to catch up, don't you?"
"Yes."
I am so screwed.