A/N: Wow, back again. I had this almost done on my computer forever, just needed to finish the smut, but got distracted. So big, big warning for underage sex. It's completely consensual, but depending on where you live it's underage. Where I'm from the age of consent is 16, so for me it was no big deal to write. I understand ,though, that it does take place in America. Like I said, if it makes you uncomfortable, don't read it.

Carlisle's car was sitting outside of the school when I was dismissed, and I weeded through the crowd to get to him. I quickly hopped in. "Delilah, how are you feeling? I rolled my eyes, reaching for the radio. "Just peachy." The bruises from falling out of bed had faded quickly. Assuring me that I was still healing supernaturally quickly. Though my hands still shook from the adrenaline hours later. I fiddled with the stations, flipping too fast to really hear what was on them. I almost jerked away when I felt Carlisle's hand meet mine, his cool touch so gentle, barely there. Though it caused a calm to spread through me. And reminded me, that I was safe with him.

"I like this station," He murmured, causing me to register the slow classical music. Carlisle, almost reluctantly, pulled his hand from mine. Returning it to the steering wheel. I was still frozen, arm hovering awkwardly. The rush of regret was overwhelming, I shouldn't have called him. I was too defenceless, too wounded to be unaffected by him. I dropped my hand to my lap.

Delilah looked too pale, she had yet to tell me what had happened the night before, but I could smell the fear on her. I chose not to push. It seemed, the harder I pushed her the more she resented me. She sat limply in the seat. Looking defeated. Her heart rate was as quick as the last time I'd seen her.

I drove faster than I normally would, but her scent in the tight enclosed space was deliciously overwhelming after so long without her. Lilah seemed to brighten more when my, our, home became visible. "Is Bella here?" Her voice almost startled me.

"No, I didn't tell her you were coming over. Would you like me to?"

She chuckled darkly, "No thank you,"

Delilah collected her things as I rounded the car to open her door. She gave me a near smile when she passed me. "It will be just us." She nodded, walking up the steps. I took the opportunity to look at her, her dark hair may have been brushed this morning, but a day of running her fingers through it had it tussled and a little knotted. Her t shirt and jeans were worn and seemed to be purposely weathered. Though, most of all, I noticed her skin. It was so clear, any little blemish or scar that had been there had faded. Leaving a porcelain glow to it. The only imperfection being the dark bags under hear eyes.

I took her things when we entered, hanging up her bag. By the time I turned back around she'd already made her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a can of pop she leaned against the island. "I don't think I ever mention how beautiful this house is. Never seen anything like it." I smiled at her.

"Never? Bella said you traveled a lot."

She shrugged, I made sure my eyes stayed focused on her face. "Yeah, a little with my mom and Phil... a little on my own."

I approached her, still keeping a safe distance. "What was your favorite place?" She smiled. "New York." When our eyes met the electricity was overwhelming. And I felt myself being pulled closer to her. I was barely able to stop myself, clearing my throat I asked if she'd like to watch a movie.

"Whaddya got?"

Delilah was slouched on the couch beside me, I tried to sit close enough that she wasn't offended, but far enough that my predatory urges didn't overwhelm me.

It disgusted me how close to losing control she made me. She is a child and yet all I could think about was how much I'd like to have her. My advanced senses so in tuned to her warmth, her voice, her heartbeat, but most of all her scent. It was so intoxicating, I assumed it would get easier to ignore it. To become accustomed to it eventually, but my tolerance never increased.

"Any preference?" She asked. Her voice was seemed so loud.

"No, all up to you." I tried to smile.

I listened to her muttering to herself about there never being any good movies, before clicking on Pulp Fiction. "Seen it like ten times, but hey, it never get's old." I nodded silently focusing on the screen as best as I could. I'd never really liked violent movies. As a doctor I see enough blood and gore, I didn't need to watch it on my spare time. Though, I didn't protest her choice of movie. Delilah settled back, with a little sigh, as the gunshots rang out on screen.

I glanced over to her, it was so easy to get lost in watching her. Her posture, her beauty the way her chest rose and fell so gracefully, a contrast to way she slouched. I groaned internally. "He was in my room." I looked up to her face, to find her eyes focused on mine.

"Who…" Then I realized. "The wolf."

"He was in my bedroom last night, I woke up and he was there, he- he was human. I knew though, I knew…." She trailed off, voice shaking. My instincts told me to reach out to her and I did. Pulling her closer to me. Limply, she stiffly allowed herself to be moved. Hating being coddled. "It's obvious now, you know. That it's here for me. I know it is, I can feel it, I-" I shushed her, "Nothing is going to happen to you, I won't allow it. You're safe. And we will find this wolf." Softly I detangled her hair with my fingers.

Delilah had fallen asleep, head on my chest, soon after. I could tell the exhaustion had finally caught up with her. Once I was able to successfully untangle her from myself. I made my way just out of the room, far enough that to ensure I didn't wake her, but also close enough to watch her. Edward was my first call. "The wolf was at Delilah's home, in her room. I would like you to bring Alice, see if you can get a scent."

The line was quiet for a long moment. "Alice still can't see her future, Carlisle."

"I understand, but maybe she can see the future of the wolf. We have to find it, and the wolves it made."

Edward sighed. "They are a risk, not only to Delilah, but to this whole town. I understand that, but you know how the bitten are. They won't be found until they want to be. How long has it been since we encountered any?"

I paced, movements silent as I weighed my options. "Either way Delilah must stay with me until we find it-"

"You work, Carlisle. We'll all need to take our turns watching her. You've already taking enough time out of the hospital."

"My mate is more important than anything, Edward." I hadn't felt the gravity of my words until they had already come out of my mouth. I froze, my unnecessary breathing stopped. "I'd never be able to go on without her."

"Just- people need you Carlisle, we can keep her safe too. And god, with they way she's lived, I'm surprised she made it this far. She'll be fine."

Running my fingers through my hair, I said, "Fine, speak with Emmett on my behalf. Thank you, Edward."

I hung up in favor of helping Delilah to bed. She weighed nothing, making it easy to lift her without causing her to stir too much. She hung limply in my arms and I reveled in the peace of having her so close, so safe. Though experienced bitten were a challenge for the average vampire I was confident in my age to know I'd have a very good chance of beating one. If a pack were to follow, it might be a different story. For now, I was enough, at least I hoped. I gently pushed open her bedroom door and shifted her in my arms slightly so I could lift the freshly washed sheets and lie her down. Once I pulled the duvet over her I decided where I should go.

My instincts were forcing me to stay close, though, I doubted she'd like to wake up, again, to me watching her. I chose to sit outside the room, so I could listen to her heartbeat as she slept. Not ideal, but it would do. As I turned she caught my hand. I hadn't heard her heart rate or breathing change as she woke, nor the sound of her moving to reach for me. I assumed it was because I'd been lost in my thoughts. "Please, stay." She shifted over in the bed, lifting the covers beside her. I stood for a moment, but her beautiful, pleading eyes told me to lie with her. And I did.

I slid under the covers, not touching her until she wrapped herself around me. Head resting on my chest. I suddenly became very aware of my lack of heartbeat. If Delilah cared she made no indication of it, falling back asleep soon after. This was the moment my mind brought up the memories of the where she found release on my thigh. Now she was pressed against me once again, it would be a long night.

I woke to very familiar feeling of Carlisle's skin. Face practically buried in his inhumanly hard chest. I kept my eyes closed as long as I could, wanting to enjoy the moment, and avoid the embarrassment of my weakness the night before. His fingers rubbing my back and his voice gave me no choice but to wake up. "I know you're awake, darling." I groaned looking up at him. The room was bright, the shear curtains allowing plenty of light in. I missed the thick ones he'd had pulled across before. "What time is it?" My voice was slurred, but I didn't have it in me to care.

"Close to noon," He shifted slightly, giving me the opportunity to get up if I wanted. It was then I noticed the purposeful placement if his hands, away from any risky spots. I also noticed my thigh over his hip, and how close I was -

"Delilah," He seemed to have wanted it to sound like a warning, but it came out as more of a plea. I slid myself over him, straddling him, as quickly and as smoothly as my human abilities would allow. I looked down at him, his hair as tousled as I'd ever seen it, tie missing, hands gripping the sheets in an attempt to to grab me. The intoxicating power of being able overwhelm such a perfect creature was dizzying. I could only imagine how I looked, smelled, I internally cringed at the thought. I slid my hands up his chest slowly, undoing more of the buttons on his expensive shirt. He didn't move to stop me. "If you want me to stop, I will," He opened his mouth, I'd also opened his shirt at the same moment, dragging my long nails lightly down his chest. His mouth, and eyes snapped shut.

I leaned over him, lips on his neck. "It's okay, I want this, I need this." Carlisle groaned, his hands had let go of the sheet and had flipped me onto my back before I could blink. I froze, disoriented as he lowered his face to mine, noses brushing. "You're so young, it's not right, you truly don't understand how young you are. Yet I need…." He inhaled deeply and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. I lost my breath as he reopened them. They were so black, hungry, "I can't control myself any longer." I groaned more loudly than I would have liked to when he kissed me. He was so cold but tasted so, so good. I pulled myself closer to him, desperate for the venom on his lips. Carlisle gently guided my thighs around his hips, pressing against me. We both moaned at the contact, grinding back up against him. I'd had such a small taste of him before, I needed the rest.

I felt a rush of cool air, barely did he move me, yet my upper half was naked. He'd tossed his own shirt off his shoulders. He sat on his knees above me, somehow finding the control in himself to slowly pull down my pants. I couldn't catch my breath as he looked over me, the afternoon light made his skin glitter, adding to the surrealness of the whole situation. He was too perfect.

Carlisle's cool lips pressed against the space between my breasts, slowly trailing kisses down my chest, I moaned as he reached the band of my underwear. He ran his teeth over my hip bones, I moved to close my legs in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between my thighs. He stopped me, hooking his fingers on the waistband, dragging my panties down my thighs. I lifted my hips, letting him tug them off my body, eager for what would come next. He looked up at me, his eyes asking for approval.

I groaned, "For fucks sake Carlisle, just please-" His tongue ran along my slit and I reached desperately for his hair, tugging him closer, but he held still. Being much stronger than me. He pushed my thighs wider, holding them open easily with his hands, even with all my moving. I wanted to look down but he nipped at my clit and I threw my head back. It felt too good to be real, everything with Carlisle was too good to be true. His hand slid up my leg to press two fingers inside me, and if he had been human I would've tugged a chuck of hair out of his scalp.

"Please! Please just f-fuck me, Carlisle, I can't, I can't," I gripped for him desperately, looking down to see his black eyes black eyes watching me intensely, I moaned loudly at the sight of Carlisle between my thighs. Definitely a dream. After a few more swipes of his tongue he finally gave in to my pleas. Moving back up my body, looking more and more like a predator, but I was too far gone for doubt.

Tugging him into a kiss the moment his face was close to mine, hungry to taste myself on his lips. I reached down, undoing his pants, he moved to stop me but froze when I gripped him tightly. I started tugging them down his hips, his underwear following. Carlisle gave up, helping me pull them off his body. The moment he was as naked as I was I hooked my legs around him and pulled him close to me.

I lost my breath at the contrast in at the feeling of my nipples pressed against his cold chest. I felt like I was on fire yet he felt like ice against me. Carlisle's lips brushed against my ear, "You can say no." I shook my head, arching into his hardness. He let out a pinched groan. "Please…" I let my plea hang in the air as I reached down, wrapping my hand loosely around him. "Please…" The noise that rumbled from his chest was low and predatory and before I knew it he was pressing into me, taking away my breath.

"C-Carlisle!" I dug my nails into his back and he groaned when I felt his marble flesh give way, but my mind was too lost to comprehend it. Thrusting deeply, angled my hips until I sobbed, "Delilah," His mouth was on my throat and I moaned, the danger of it exciting me to my core. He nipped and sucked, leaving dark marks in his wake.

I felt myself getting close, once again embarrassingly quickly. Carlisle's hand left my hip and found my clit, throwing my head back and swearing he brought me over the edge so easily. I panted, blinded for a long moment, only to find Carlisle still in me, pace slow and he ran his hands over my body. I opened my eyes, and lazily smirked. He looked overwhelmed and I him onto his back, I met very little resistance. Taken off guard his dark eyes widened, mouth open, only to cry out as I started a harsh pace on his cock. My muscles lax from post-orgasm bliss, though, they were anything but tired.

His hands desperately gripped any part of me he could reach as I ground my clit against the hard base of his member. "Ah, fu-, Delilah, I can't, ah."

I moaned, expertly twisting my hips, "Please, fuck, Carlisle, wanna feel you cum in me."

He groaned loudly and I felt the coolness of his release spread inside me, the contrast brought me over the edge with him.

Collapsing against him, I felt complete and whole.