Sorry for the wait… I wanted this to be perfect, kinda. Hope you all enjoy… and yes… those of you who left suggestions will have those fulfilled, most of them. I don't own anything but my own dirty thoughts. I don't use beta so all mistakes are my own… but if you see any glaring mistakes… let me know so I can correct them. On with the show!
Carlisle POV
Isabella looked so peaceful when she was sleeping; her rhythmic breathing was hypnotic to me. I found myself staring intently at her just to see if her eyelids would flutter of if her lip would suddenly quiver. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, protectively, as if someone might come and steal this moment away from me.
She was an enigma to me, as much as I knew she was meant for me and me for her, I knew I had just begun to scratch the surface of this woman called Isabella Swan. She was so delicate, so unsure of herself in many ways, just barely out of being a child, and yet she had handled herself recently with strength that showed her to be formidable. In just a few days she had taken on three lust-driven vampires and lived to tell the tale, her spirit not breaking into pieces after all of the emotions she must be feeling. She had shown she was kind and trusting, after giving her heart to me without a second thought, and compassionate, albeit was seriously wrong of her to leave, but she was willing to sacrifice her happiness to keep my family together. Oh, God! I don't deserve her.
"Well, Carlisle, you old dog! I wasn't sure you had it in you!" a low rumbling laughter broke me from my thoughts. I knew that voice instantly and my eyes sought out the invader and a smile broke onto my face. I slid Isabella's head off of my shoulder, taking care not to wake her before I dashed to her rusted truck where Emmett sat lazily inside; I had been so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't hear the car approach. I beamed like a teenager and fought off the urge to give him an immature high five.
"I thought it was never going to happen!" Rose said stepping out from the silver BMW. "But I'm awfully glad it did." Her smile seemed to go from ear to ear and I was glad that she was genuinely happy for me.
"So, I have your blessings?" I didn't really need them, but I really did want to keep them apart of my family.
"Of, course, you silly oaf!" she grinned at me. Emmett didn't say anything, the hard punch on the shoulder was all I needed, and he wasn't known for holding his strength back. Rose loped gracefully over to Bella and scooped her up in one fluid motion carrying her back to the BMW, sliding her into the supple leather back seat, Isabella not stirring in the least. "Although I am surprised that she is still in once piece," her arms motioned at the scene around her. Isabella's truck door lay strewn to the side, half submerged in water. Remnants of her clothing lined the area, shredded into little bits. Some of the ground had been torn up by Isabella herself, with her nails clawing into the ground.
"Excellent work!" Emmett hit me again his raised eyebrows full of implications that I couldn't, nor did I want to, deny. I made my way to the driver seat of the BMW, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face.
"Romance her, Carlisle," I heard Rose whisper before I pulled out onto the back road. It wasn't long before I was on the highway, speeding as fast as I could, heading towards Seattle.
Bella POV
I was so comfortable that I didn't want to move, not even an inch. My body felt like it was floating on a soft cloud, warm and decadent. This wasn't right. My eyes flew open, taking in the new scene around me. I was in a large beautiful four poster bed covered in a thick sea foam colored comforter. A mountain of pillows held me upright at a gently sloping angle. The soft light around me gave only as small hint of the grandeur of the room I was in, it looked like I was in a palace; gilded hand painted scenes lined cream colored walls, vases filled with flowers were tastefully arranged around the room on intricately carved tables. This place screamed only the best, this had to be Carlisle's doing; I know he would only demand the best. I swung my feet to the floor and my body shuttered at the cold of the marble beneath my feet. I found that my body was clean and my wound had been recently dressed. I didn't feel nearly as sore as I had earlier… wait…how long had I been asleep?
I strayed to the nearest window and pulled back the gauzy window dressings, it was definitely night time. I could see that I was in a large city, maybe Seattle, or Portland, I wasn't sure. And we were up high, probably a penthouse. A smile came to my face as I remembered that Carlisle had promised me that he and I would be alone together for ten days. Oh, Lord! Alone! I felt my heart tugging me willing me to find him, to wrap my arms around him and revel in his perfection. I took a human moment and found the bathroom. My eyes were bright and my skin glowed. Someone had dressed me in a tasteful white lace nightgown; I blushed slightly at the thought of Carlisle's hands on my sleeping naked form.
I needed to seek him out, to see where my lover had gone off to. I followed the tugging of my heart through a huge, elaborately decorated living room, but none of it held any interest for me; I knew he was close. I could feel my heart pick up pace in anticipation of seeing him. I crossed through what I thought was a sitting room to a wall of glass, letting in the cityscape, taking my breath away. Before me was a large pool, made from natural stone, including a lovely waterfall, and it was lit now only by the moonlight and the lights from the city.
That is not what held my attention; I saw Carlisle standing to the side, with his head facing away from me, lost in the lights of the city, under the waterfall, the water caressing his silken skin. His long arms were hard with sinew; the planes of his chest rose and fell in the perfect places, leading down to his rock hard abdomen. I felt my heart flutter as I imagined my hands running down that washboard stomach, down to where my eyes now dared to venture. My hand flew to my throat as I saw his member for the first time. I was actually shocked that it had fit inside of me, and right now it was flaccid. Oh, to see it at attention would be a little intimidating. I felt my body temperature rising as I became jealous of the water caressing him, but I couldn't move my feet forward, not wanting to break the perfection of the scene. I bit my lip and let out a low huff, but, of course, he heard. Sometimes it was easy to forget his was a vampire.
His eyes met mine and I looked away, embarrassed, feeling like a caught peeping tom, I almost wanted to run and hide my humiliation. But, he was next to me in a second, his wet body glistening from the water, somehow his perfume seemed stronger from the dampness, making my mouth water. "Did you see something you liked, Miss Swan?" I could hear the playfulness in his velvet voice, but I couldn't bring my eyes to meet his, still a bit ashamed. "I am not ashamed." His hand caught my chin and raised my head so I was looking directly at him. He could see that I was timid; this was all so new for me. I had never seen him naked before and his perfect body made me a bit insecure about my own. "Besides, maybe I wanted to get caught."
Oh, God! He planned this to see my reaction!
"I must say I am happy with the results," he whispered. Slowly, not wanting to make me more uncomfortable, he closed the space between us, his wet body molding to mine. I could feel the warm drops of water seeping through my thin nightgown, his body not as cold after standing in the warm falls. His arm encircled my waist and he nuzzled his head in my neck, gently kissing the skin and sending shivers down my spine. With him in my arms, I felt whole, complete. The tugging in my heart stopped and tied our souls together completely. I didn't want to ever have this moment end, not just because of the glorious man in my arms, but because of what it signified. He was naked, yes, but he was also before me, vulnerable and wanting me to accept him for him, vampire or not. I could feel the swelling in my heart growing, knowing that this was more than just sexual. He was new at this, too. I knew he could feel, at least a little, of what I was feeling and his embrace tightened. I waited for him to break the intimacy, I didn't want to be the one to pull away first.
He inched back, not to break apart, but to look down at me, the triumph in his eyes was evident, but suddenly darkened as pain crossed his face. He broke away and was gone in a second, leaving me shivering in my wet nightgown. I wasn't sure what to think, but he was back by my side before I could take three breaths, fully clothed.
"What a shame," I tried to lighten the mood seeing the darkness in his eyes.
"Isabella," he shook his head, closing his eyes. "I need to apologize to you for the last night, for what happened. It shouldn't have happened," he waited taking a deep breath.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Did he regret us having sex? The wonderful moments that had filled my vision before faded from before my eyes and I took a sharp step back.
"No, you don't understand. I'm not sure you could."
"Then please enlighten me," the indignation biting in my voice.
"I am a man who has had centuries practicing my self control and I do say that I am good at it. When a man loves a woman, it is natural to feel possessive of her. However, I am a vampire by nature, and those animal instincts make me even more domineering, and I cannot control it. It is the only thing I find now that I absolutely cannot keep in check; the possessiveness I feel towards you," His tone low, speaking the words like they were disgusting to think of. "Last night was about possession and I feel sick about using you that way, I'm so sorry. What the vampire in me did is horrible."
It took me a second to process the words and then something in my brain clicked. What did animals, such as dogs, do when they felt possessive? It made perfect sense. I reached out my hand and touched his arm gently, the warmth wearing off, replaced by his natural cold. "It is not using if the other party is willing."
His head snapped up, frowning at me.
"Carlisle, please, don't be upset. Humans do the same thing; we are just not as explicit about the feeling. God knows I wanted it! I don't want you to deny your nature, I love you the way you are, vampire and all." I wrapped my arms around his midsection.
He gave me a small smile, "It's just not how I imagined our first time together."
"What did you have planned?"
"Well, if you will be so kind as to indulge me, there is a restaurant downstairs; I would like to take you on our first official date."
Carlisle POV
I waited near the elevator for Isabella, hardly concentrating, knowing that she was naked behind the bedroom door. Oh God give me strength! I want this time to be memorable for her. After our first night together I don't want to rush her into anything. She seemed accepting of his possessive nature, but she would never understand unless she was a vampire, and that idea didn't sound too bad. Even female vampires feel that possessiveness. She was human and I was suddenly worried that she could get annoyed, or worse yet, bored with our relationship. I fought the vampire in me as unwilling thoughts of Isabella embraced by a faceless man filled my mind. I could feel the heat spreading in my abdomen and I struggled to keep it in its cage. I wanted to burst through those doors and do to her exactly what I did the first time, with no apologies or even permission from her. I paced the floor watching the minuets pass slowly….ten fifty-five, ten fifty-six… the vampire side starting to make more and more sense.
"Carlisle?" her soft voice brought me back to reality and I spun to face her. I dropped my jaw, completely taken by surprise by the woman in front of me. The black sheath dress she wore enfolded her body like a second skin and accentuated her womanly curves. Her dark hair hung like a curtain over the milky white skin of her shoulders. Her eyes were smoky and lips red. I needed to thank Rose for packing this when I requested she make Isabella up a suitcase.
"Do you like it?" she lowered her lashes and peeked up at me through them. She was dangerous and she didn't even know it.
"I love it. You look breathtaking!"
"Alice and Rose helped pick it out for our first date," she blushed and swept the hair back from her shoulders with her tiny hands.
Once she did that I could really see the full advantage of this dress. Her breasts were lifted into soft heaving luscious mounds that looked like they might fall out for everyone to enjoy. "I'm not sure I can let you go out in that." I could feel my pants becoming tight, burning with a need only she could satisfy.
"Why not?" she frowned.
"Because I could easily kill any man that might look at you with the least bit of desire," I lowered my voice, trying to hide how breathless she made me. She laughed lightly, believing I had made a joke, not having any idea that I was completely serious. She did move her hair back over her left shoulder, apparently still a bit embarrassed by the bandage.
She stepped into the elevator with me and I grabbed her arm, pulling her close to me. I kissed the top of her head lightly, drawing in her delicious floral scent. When the door opened I was mildly irritated at the looks she did receive. We didn't look out of place together, I was only five years older than her in body, but she looked more stunning than she realized. I was only mildly irritated because the women shot looks of jealousy and the men gave looks of desire, both of which suddenly caused me to become very prideful, she was with me. She wasmine and the pride in me soared.
The restaurant was French and she looked at me in surprise when she saw the menu, none of which she could read. "I feel so lost," biting her lower lip. God, I wanted to bite it! Control yourself Carlisle!
"Do you want me to order for you?"
"Please," she said gratefully. The waiter smiled at her and the poor man didn't know how much I wanted to rip his throat out.
"Coq au vin for the lady and steak tartare for myself," I said handing him our menus and dismissing him quickly.
She raised her eyebrow at me. "I thought you could only eat 'vegetarian'."
"Tartare is raw meat. It's probably just as palatable to us as the alternative, in small quantities. Besides, I hear this restaurant has great food. Why should you be the only person to enjoy the fare here?"
"Where is here?" I saw her inch her chair a little closer to me. They had seated us as a lovely small round table, but across from each other, and the distance seemed too far.
"We are in Seattle. I wanted to get you somewhere quick. You slept for nearly thirteen hours, you needed the rest and, in all honesty, I wanted to get you alone, so I could just enjoy you, with no distractions." She tried to keep the smile off of her face; I wondered what she was thinking.
"What about my car? If someone finds it empty they will trace it back to me and Charlie will think the worst!" I could hear the panic in her voice. This time I inched closer to her.
"Don't worry. Emmett was going to take it back to my house. Rose loves to restore cars, it will give her something to do this week," I grabbed her hand, caressing small circles into the palm.
"Huh, I never figured Rose for the mechanic type," she pressed her lips together. I think knew what she was imagining; the blond in a designer outfit and diamond necklace with a big oil stain on the blouse.
"There is much you don't know about us."
"You are right. I don't even know what your favorite color is."
"Of all the things you could ask me, Isabella, you ask about a favorite color?"
"And why not," she looked up as the waiter returned with our food; she looked relieved that it wasn't something unfamiliar. "Color tells a lot about a person. What's yours?" She began stabbing at the chicken with her fork, moaning at the flavors on her tongue. Her moan made my mind instantly jump to images of her writhing beneath me, calling my name….
"Blue, it would be blue," I said a little too quickly, wishing only to enjoy our meal. I picked up a forkful of the raw meat and slowly chewed it, not to bad…
She smiled, tilting her head to the side as she spoke. "I can see blue for you… Blue signifies devotion, strength, wisdom and trust. I think blue is perfect for you."
I was flattered that she saw me in that light, it took me by surprise. "Thank you. Now what about you?"
"Orange, of course. I've always liked it."
"Yes, orange is fun, warm, bright, and represents fire. I can see how it suits you," I couldn't' stop myself from leaning closer to her, wishing this blasted table was out of the way. I learned that she liked all kinds of music, particularly classical; she read the classics and missed her mother. She had always wanted to travel and one of her dearest wishes is to visit the castles in Europe. When she spoke there was no evasiveness and she seemed genuinely curious about me. She seemed to like talking about my past, especially my travels and my associations. It felt wonderful having someone to open up too, someone who was being more than polite. I sighed inwardly and felt myself falling more and more in love with the dark haired temptress in front of me.
Bella POV
When we returned to the penthouse I could hear the blood pumping in my ears. Dinner had been quite delightful and I was still shocked that Carlisle had eaten tartare. I wasn't really sure what to expect at this point, I wasn't tired and he didn't sleep, but for some reason the bedroom seemed like it was looming over me. I was tense and a little shy. I didn't want to be that girl who jumped into bed every second she was able to, but I couldn't deny that I wanted him. I wanted him to slide into me and thrust so hard that I couldn't remember my name anymore. I wanted to feel his release as well as my own. I groaned slightly and he looked at me with an amused expression as he went to hang his coat up.
"Would you care for a drink?" the words slid smoothly off his tongue.
I had never had alcohol before, I wasn't sure this was a good idea….He could see my wheels turning and he smirked at me.
"Be reasonable, Isabella. As your doctor, I can assure you that underage drinking is the last thing you should do. I meant a nice cold soda or water." I shook my head no. He led us into the sitting room with the glass wall. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks when I remembered the scene from earlier, but then again, maybe he brought me here because he wanted me to remember.
"Beautiful here," he said, patting the empty cushion on the loveseat next to him.
Get a grip! I scolded myself! He loves you! But, the thought didn't make me feel better. I thought at this point I would rather have been naked in front of a room of strangers. He, of course, was completely at ease. I bet he was getting a kick out of watching me squirm.
"Let me help you with those shoes," he lifted my feet onto his lap and started working on the tiny silver clasps. My skin felt like it was on fire where he touched me; I sucked in my breath sharply, trying to slow my racing heart. I knew he could hear it and a smug smile of satisfaction reached his lips. It was unfair.
"You can tell how I make you feel. It gets practically screamed at you with every touch. How do I make you feel, physically?" I put a little pout in my mouth, trying, but probably failing, to be sexy. He was quite for a minute, looking for a way to put his feelings into words.
"Well, let me show you how I feel you." His strong arms lifted me onto his lap, his eyes never leaving mine. "I know it may be a little different for us, as a vampire I have not beating heart, no blood running in my veins, and my body responds a bit more intently." He slowly ran his fingers from my neck, down my shoulder blades, and along my side to my hip. My body shuttered of its own accord and my breath caught in my chest. "That is how I feel just from hearing your name." His cool breath tickled in my ear and his tongue softly flicked at my earlobe. My head tipped back and a small moan escaped from my lips. "That is how I feel when I think of your smile."
My heart picked up speed as he pulled me closer, nipping at my neck, his hand began to massage my thigh inching closer and closer to the center., his fingers slipping beneath the silky fabric. My breath quickened and my eyes met his as a flicker of desire passed his expression, his eyes were darkening and I knew he could smell the burning heat of my desire. "This is how I feel when I think of your body next to me." I could feel the fire in my belly growing and spreading as the nipping at my neck turned into sucking, his hands becoming more forceful. I could feel his struggle, his heart wanted to take it slow, to make this easier for me, but the vampire in him wanted to throw me onto the bed and ravage me. He gently placed his hand on my stomach, I was sure he could feel the pyre beneath my dress. His breath was broken as he spoke, "This is how I feel whenever I think of you being mine… for eternity."
I didn't wait for him, I couldn't, and I knew he wanted to be gentle, but I wanted him. I wanted his smooth hands on my skin; I wanted him to call out my name. Oh God! I wanted to taste him on my tongue. I snaked my hands around the back of his neck, tangling his hair in my hands, I pulled him to me, my lips formed around his stone perfection. I traced his lips with my tongue and I felt him smile before he opened his mouth, granting me admittance to his cool entrance, his tongue warring with mine. I wasn't gentle, I needed him and I wanted him to know it. I bit his bottom lip, pulling it before I moved to his neck. His skin tasted like I had always imagined it would, sweet and cinnamon like. I sucked at his collar as his hands gripped my hips and ground himself into me. I could feel his member straining against his pants, hard and yearning.
I turned to straddle him, making sure my core was against his member. He hissed lowly at the heat from the contact before my mouth found his again. His hands slid down my back and over my bottom, tugging at the dress, exposing my black lace panties. His fingers tore at the lace, tossing away the wet, soiled fabric, his fingers sneaking their way to my sex. I felt my body buck under him as his coolness found my slit, tracing up and down the opening. "Carlisle…" I moaned into his mouth. He pushed me back and slid the dress over my head, exposing my skin to his eyes. I was only left with my bra on, which was not good enough for him, his agile fingers unclasping it easily, freeing by breasts from their confines. His eyes raked over, I thought it would embarrass me, but I found myself turned on by the darkness in his eyes.
I was nothing special, I was average, but he wanted me, me and only me. I felt a swelling in my heart, he was mine, all mine. I felt a sudden possessiveness overtake me, I wanted him, needed him, I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel his power and his dominance. "Isabella…" I heard him moan, it was almost pleading, the human in him slipping away. I did the only thing I could think of in that moment; I grabbed at the front if his shirt and yanked, ripping away a few of the button (I wasn't nearly as strong as he was), and I felt a small growl erupt from my throat and it shocked me. His face was livid. The vampire in him finally out, his teeth pulled over his lips, there was no way he was going to let me be the dominant one. He growled and threw me over his shoulder. Before I could breathe I found myself being tossed onto the bed, his hard from above me, his hips grinding into me.
I carefully slid my hands down his cool chest, exploring his hardened lines as his lips sought out mine, the low growling in his chest deepening. My hands found the belt to his pants and worked at the buckle. Instantly he preformed his magic trick and his weight was off of me, across the room, and his pants were gone. Carlisle in the moon light was glorious; he stalked forward, like a cat, his eyes full of lust. I whimpered in anticipation, my naked body shaking with desire. As he got closer I could see his member twitching, if I thought he was large before, it was nothing to that now. He could see the fear in my eyes and a smile full of arrogance filled his face, the vampire in him enjoying the submission of his mate.
He was on me in an instant and I could feel his cock pushing up against me, I spread my legs wider, granting him access. Even thought I was afraid that there would be pain, I couldn't deny him, even if I wanted too; I was his heart, body, mind and soul. I could feel his cool tip easily sliding into my slick opening, his growl intensified, his eyes finding mine as he thrust into me in one fluid motion. "Oh, fuck! So hot!" his deep voice growled. Carlisle didn't move, his eyes held a gleam in them, and I could feel what he wanted.
Before I could stop myself I heard my voice begging him; "Please, Carlisle, please…" he slid back out of me, his eyes coal black, before burying himself deeply into me. I cried out in a mixture of pain and incredible satisfaction. But, he stopped again. I could feel my core throbbing around him. Why wouldn't he satisfy me? "Please, please, please…"
"Say it," he snarled into my ear.
"I'm yours," my admission sated him and he began moving in and out, the frictions of his ministration made me groan. Faster and faster he plunged into me, his growls turned into a purr as I thrust my hips up to meet him. "Harder…" I heard myself say. His eyes glowed with elation as he granted my request, his mouth found my neck and bit down, not drawing blood, but giving him more leverage; the sensation made my back arch. I dug my nails into the hard muscles of his ass, the power of his thrusts driving my ecstasy to the breaking point.
"Isabella…so fucking hot…so good….Mine!" I heard him moan through his teeth. His words pushed me further as his stone skin slapped against my hot flesh. I could feel myself begin to quiver around his cold shaft, now made warm from the pumping blood in my chamber. I screamed his name as white lights flashed behind my eyes, my body was shaking and my mind was flying. I rode the wave of my orgasm feeling the hot flush of fluid spilling around Carlisle and down my legs. "Isabella…ugh…Isabella…" he called my name over and over, releasing the grip on my neck, his pace quickening. He thrust into me deeply, one last time before I felt his cock spasm inside of me, spilling his hot seed into me, once, twice, and then a third time before his body shuddered.
He held his body above mine, making sure to keep his rock body off of me, while he stared into my eyes, the golden color return to them while I stroked my hand up and down his back. "I couldn't imagine anything more perfect…" my voice was low; I didn't want to spoil the moment. He rolled us onto our sides, keeping us connected; he hitched my leg up over his thigh and lightly traced my outer thigh.
"No," his eyes smiled. "It wasn't perfect. I believe that only practice makes perfect."
Suddenly I could feel his member begin to stiffen inside of me again, throbbing against me… Oh, God! I was going to be sore tomorrow!
Yes, Carlisle, yes! I think I'm getting a little better at the love scenes…but I need reviews to be sure… Carlisle told me he wants five reviews to stroke his…umm…ego. Yes, ego.
BTW… I think I'm going to go back and rewrite the first five chapters… I think they were a little rough. I'll let everyone know when they are complete.