A/N: Okay, this is where the Mature rating comes in. I'm serious, not for kiddies.

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Chapter Ten

I can't take this shit.

Vanessa groaned into Carlisle's mouth, pulling her body against his. She probably shouldn't have been doing that, but it was like someone else was thinking with her mind.

He groaned as well, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her against his chest.

Her mind was blissfully blank as he clutched her hips and kissed her so passionately she felt her legs tremble. He ran his hands over her stomach, and her eyes suddenly flew open – her brain kicking on suddenly.

She gasped and pushed away from him, flushing as she looked away.

"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly and instantly. "I...I didn't mean to push you too far – what you must think of me...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"N-no, it wasn't that," she grumbled, taking a deep breath and tucking her hair behind her ears.

"What happened, kitten?" she heard the confusion in his voice as he placed his hand on her back soothingly.

Vanessa took a deep breath, "You touched my stomach."

"..."

"Is that...unpleasant to you?" he asked uncertainly, and she could still hear his confusion.

"Yeah, I'm..." she took a deep breath. "It's my most self conscious area."

Vanessa cringed, wondering if he felt repulsion when his perfect hands crossed her flabby stomach. The thought alone made her want to vomit.

"I don't understand," he murmured after a pause.

"I...if you couldn't tell, I'm kind of fat," she said, cringing again and flushing even more. "I just – didn't want you to feel that and it made me panic."

She heard him sigh and felt him place his face in her back.

"Kitten...if I didn't like your stomach, I wouldn't have wanted to touch it," it said quietly.

"But, maybe you couldn't tell how bad it was underneath my clothes," she pointed out, her voice a little high. "feeling it is something different."

"You're so soft, and I wanted to touch your softness," he said quietly, "besides, my eyes are much more superior to humans. I can see every detail of where the clothes hug your body, sweetheart."

She froze, realizing that hadn't occurred to her. He must have felt it and chuckled into her back.

"And I like everything my superior eyes have noticed, baby."

"Urgh, why?" she groaned, covering her face. She didn't understand. Beautiful men didn't like fat girls; it was just a fact. Well, for the most part, anyway.

She felt him rise up, his cold hands gripping her wrists and pulling her hands from her face. She kept her gaze down, but she felt that he was right in front of her, his cool breath running over her flushed cheeks.

She felt his cool hand move under her chin, tilting her face up. She sighed, forcing herself to look at him.

"You. Are. Beautiful," he said firmly, staring her in the eyes with a resolute expression. His eyes were almost begging her to believe him.

Her heart jumped, and she didn't know what to say. She wanted to believe him, to trust him. His eyes were very sincere and she wondered how he could possibly fake that look.

"Do you believe me?" he asked quietly, leaning forward and causing her to gasp as he placed a cool kiss on her flushed cheek.

She remained quiet as he kept his lips pressed into her cheek, breathing smoothly against her. She didn't know what to say. She didn't want to say she didn't believe him...because in a way – god, she must be losing her mind – she did.

He pulled away slightly, "What do I have to do to convince you that you're beautiful?" he murmured quietly.

She blinked, she didn't know what he meant...what was she supposed to say?

"Do you trust me?" he asked quietly, throwing her off guard.

She took a deep breath. Did she trust Carlisle? Yes, she knew she did.

"Yes," she breathed quietly, her nerves a little out of whack.

"Lay back," he whispered, making her eyes widen as she pulled back to look at him.

"Trust me," he smiled, seeing her expression. "Please."

Her eyes flicked over his face and she nodded, hesitantly leaning back against the pillows.

He got on his knees beside her, and she watched him like a hawk as he pulled the comforter up around the bottom of her waist.

What the hell is he doing?

He looked up at her face, and it distracted her for moments, until she felt her shirt being tugged up slightly.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she snapped, grabbing his cold hands at the bottom of her shirt as half her abdomen was exposed.

"I'm proving to you that I like your stomach," he said soothingly, but made no further attempt to push her shirt higher. "Trust me, kitten."

She stared at him, hesitance and no doubt fear in her eyes. God, was she seriously contemplating doing this?!

"At any point, if it becomes too much, just tell me to stop and I will," Carlisle said quietly, assuring her with his golden eyes.

She took in a sharp breath, nodding slowly and forcing herself to pull her hands away from his.

She almost wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't pull her eyes away from him. He slowly lifted her shirt to the top of her rib cage, and she just flat out wanted to die. Her hands twitched, and she desperately fought the urge to cover herself as she always had.

His eyes hungrily looked down at her abdomen, and she cheeks burst into flames. No, she couldn't look.

She shut her eyes, and couldn't stop herself from shifting uncomfortably.

Why was he doing this? Better yet, why the hell was she letting him? Jesus Christ, what was this going to prove? Other than she was ridiculously self conscious about her belly fat...but shit, she already knew that!

She almost flew off the bed in shock when she felt his cold, soft lips press into her lower abdomen. Luckily, he was able to stop her from doing that as he looked up at her dumbfounded expression. He didn't remove his face, but just looked up at her through his lashes, making her heart skip a beat. He moved up a little, pressing another kiss on her stomach.

He was looking up at her with complete adoration, as though she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Her breath caught in her throat before increasing slightly as he continued peppering kisses across her abdomen. She flushed, leaning her head back and looking at the ceiling. After moments of this, her nerves slipped away and she felt a familiar heat enter her abdomen, making her eyes widen.

Oh God, no...she thought, slightly panicked and she moved her legs slightly. If she started to get aroused, he would probably notice, wouldn't he? No doubt he'd be able to hear the blood rushing to her lower abdomen, and she cringed at the thought. Despite that, she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop.

She tensed when she felt something cool and wet go across her belly button. Whipping her eyes down to him, she saw his pink tongue lightly caressing her skin before his lips returned. He looked up at her, and her breath caught when she saw his eyes were a dark amber again.

She swallowed thickly and bit her lip as another wave of heat hit her, knowing what it meant. She clutched the comforter, trying to keep her breathing normal.

He paused suddenly, and she looked at him, slightly worried until she heard an almost feral growl erupt from him, making her jump as another heat wave shocked her system.

Puzzlement flashed through her desire. Hearing him growl turned her on? Jesus Christ, she was a fucking weirdo.

He reattached his mouth as though nothing had happened, and continued running his mouth across her stomach and hips. This time, though, she noticed his kisses were a little firmer.

Her shallow breathing felt like it was starting to get out of control as he kissed across her skin at the very lowest part of her stomach he could go—at the top of the comforter and right above her underwear.

She knew he knew by now. There was no way he couldn't hear her blood rushing...or dear Lord, what if he could smell it?

Her cheeks burst into flames. Her only consolation was his dark gaze. He must have growled when he noticed...

He placed his nose against her lower abdomen, inhaling deeply.

She really didn't like the places her thoughts were going. He was so close, too close. All he'd have to do was pull the comforter down about five inches, and then there would only be a flimsy piece of fabric in his way...then he could rip that away with his strength and-

Oh Good Lord...She groaned in her head as a visual of that came to mind. No, stop it Vanessa! She scolded herself as she felt her stomach flare tighter just from own thoughts alone. That, and him kissing her sensually there didn't help.

Never, in a million years would she have thought that she'd get excited just from a man kissing her most self-conscious area. But, he'd proven her wrong. Clearly, he was enjoying it as well...and there were no doubts that he knew she was.

She lightly scissored her legs, trying to get her ragged breathing under control as more lust than she'd ever felt in her life passed through her veins.

He dragged his tongue across that area of skin, almost making her hips buck as she let out a small whimper, barely stopping herself. She'd die if she'd literally bucked her hips into his face.

"Baby..." he suddenly mumbled huskily against her stomach, making her heart race. "you're driving me crazy – your smell..." he trailed off, groaning in pleasure against her.

She was out right shallowly panting down, gripping the covers.

"I – oh God..." he groaned, breathing heavily against her. "I don't want to do anything...to offend you. I don't want to do anything you don't want-"

Vanessa highly fucking doubted he could do a goddamn thing she didn't want at this point. Except, maybe, pull away. Didn't she say before that she wasn't uptight? And God, this felt good. If he pulled away now, she'd growl at him.

"My smell?" she managed to choke out, cringing lightly at the breathy tone of her voice.

She was already planning in her head. When he left, should could...no, he wasn't going to leave, he was going to stay with her. Fuck, she'd asked him to. What was she supposed to do? Go in the bathroom and do it? He'd hear her, and that would be beyond embarrassing. What was she supposed to say? Can you leave for like ten minutes so I can masturbate?

Yeah, right. She'd rather be fucking shot.

She really needed to stop imaging things in her head. She'd let one boy touch her down there in a dark movie theater when she was 16, and she really hadn't enjoyed it. At all. That's about as far as she'd ever gone, and she refused to give any of them her virginity. But for some reason, she had a feeling that Carlisle could make her like anything. At this point, she couldn't imagine him ever doing anything bad with that mouth or fingers.

"Your arousal," he hissed, making her gasp. "It smells so sweet..." he groaned into her stomach, making it tighten even further as she whimpered.

Could she really expose herself to Carlisle like that? The boy she'd allowed, she wasn't even half as excited, and it hadn't really been a big deal. Then again, exposing herself to him made her feel nervous, but it was literally in the back of her mind. She kept wondering if it was too soon—she didn't want him to think she was a slut...even though she was a virgin...but dear GOD, look at what he was doing to her! Was he really just going to leave her like this? This man was driving her insane.

"Can I touch you?" he breathed huskily against her stomach, making her breathing catch as she heard him panting with his body lightly trembling. "I'll keep my hand under the blanket, or even outside of your underwear if you wish..." he breathed. "I want to please you."

Vanessa almost groaned out loud. "Can...can you handle it?" she managed to breath out, fully prepared to allow him to cop a feel.

"Yes," he hissed, and she heard his breathing increase in excitement as she didn't reject him. "I'll stop if I feel I can't, or if you tell me..."

She couldn't speak as she looked at the ceiling, nodding her head.

She heard him take a deep breath, and felt him crawl up her side, laying down beside her.

Her eyes widened as she looked over at him, gulping when she saw his eyes were black.

"A-are you t-thirsty?" she asked, gulping.

"No, aroused," he murmured huskily, making her eyes widen.

"Oh."

His lips curled in a smile as he propped his head on his hand, placing the other one on her stomach as her muscles clenched lightly. She forced herself not to look down at his pants, even though every fiber of her being commanded it. He would definitely see her, and she wasn't about to get caught looking at his crotch.

His fingers lightly trailed down her stomach, to the top of the comforter. He then trailed them lightly across her skin, almost making her groan.

She brought her eyes to him, seeing him giving her a barely restrained smirk.

He was fucking teasing her.

She slightly glared.

He let out a deep chuckle, his eyes flashing. "Okay baby, I'm sorry," he breathed next to her.

He was staring at her face so intently, she couldn't let go. It was starting to embarrass her. There was no way she could orgasm with him drinking in her every expression.

"Can you..." she sighed shakily. "I don't think I can...with you looking...at me – like that," she said quickly.

"But, I want to see your beautiful face when I make you cum," he said quietly, lust spilling out of his face as he stared at her with dark eyes. His fingers continued their teasing on her stomach.

She didn't know whether she wanted to groan in excitement of him saying that, or flush in embarrassment. She settled for both.

"If that's what you want, kitten," he said deeply, and she felt him come closer, tucking his forehead into her neck.

"I'll give you anything you want..." he breathed quietly against her neck, and her legs slightly trembled as she felt him lower his fingers, trailing them across the hem of her underwear.

Her breath caught in her throat, before coming out in a shallow pant as she lightly lifted her hips.

He was breathing quickly against her neck, his cool breath feeling soothing against her flushed skin.

He ran his down to the top of her thigh, making her lift and bend her knees. He gently stroked the skin of her thigh, his fingers trailing up and down sensually and making her heart race in anticipation.

He finally trailed his fingers on the insides of her thigh, near her knees. Separating his fingers, he easily nudged her legs apart.

Vanessa tried to ignore the natural virginity alarm as she slightly parted her legs for him.

Was it just her imagination, or did his breathing become even more shallow against her neck? Her chest was rising and falling in anticipation as he gently trailed his fingers up her thigh, making her stop breathing all together, before he trailed them right back down. He kept stopping merely inches from where she needed him each time, getting her frustrated.

She started to squirm, gasping when she felt him lay his palm flat against her inner thigh and began pumping his hand up and down, squeezing in the process.

"Oh shit..." she cursed under her breath, making him chuckle darkly against her neck. She knew without a doubt, that if she'd granted him permission to be down there, he'd be doing this with both hands...she quivered at the mere thought. Why didn't she let him again?

He removed his hand, placing it to her other thigh and repeating the motion, slowly and gently pressing it down, causing her legs to open wider. She willingly allowed him as she clutched the bedding. She was going to die of embarrassment when he finally did touch her, because she knew without a doubt she was completely soaked. Hopefully, he wouldn't think her over excitement was gross...

He groaned into her neck. "The heat coming off you..." he whispered, and she felt his cool tongue lick up her neck, making her body quiver.

"If it starts to hurt, you have to tell me immediately baby, okay?" he whispered in a concerned voice against her neck.

"Yeah," she breathed, nodding her head.

She was going to fucking explode if he didn't touch her soon.

No sooner than the thought crossed her mind, she felt him tentatively stroke one finger across her, making her stop all movement. She was floored. Sparks traveled through her body, making her hips slightly buck into his hand against her will.

She faintly heard him hiss against her neck, before she felt him press against her again. But this time, with two fingers and more firmly. She could now feel that she was right, she was soaked. Through her desire, she still managed to turn redder.

"You're so wet..." he hissed against her neck as he added two more fingers, rubbing firmly up and down with four fingers.

"Fuck...!" she gasped, pleasure coiling in her stomach as her back slightly arched and she whimpered.

Her mind was reeling in lust as she panted unashamedly. No one had ever made her feel like this...not even herself.

He continued his torturous stroking, making her hips gyrate and whimpers leave her mouth. She felt him suddenly press his body into her side, and she didn't miss the rigid mass pressing into her hip.

She moaned when she felt how hard he was, it only adding to her desire that he was enjoying touching her this much.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered ashamedly, moving his hips back and stopping his erection from pressing into her.

"No..." she gasped, reaching up and grabbing his hair as he licked up her neck again. "It's oh...oh shit...its – ah – okay." she managed to choke out.

He didn't reply, but continued to pant into her neck. His hand was moving a little faster now, and she whined, not quite getting the friction she needed. He was being too gentle with her.

Apparently, he decided he'd go with it since she said it was okay, as she felt him press his hardness back into her side with a hiss.

She moaned when she felt his hips slightly moving against her, rubbing himself into her side.

"Oh...my God," she gasped, arching her back as pleasure shot through her body, the coiling in her abdomen getting quite unbearable as it got tighter and tighter.

She was at a plateau – it wasn't enough. She felt like she was going to lose her mind if she didn't orgasm soon. His touching and his hips lightly grinding into her was sending her into a lustful frenzy, all thoughts and shame aside.

She released his hair, panting as she reached down under the blankets, gripping the top of her underwear and attempting to jerk them down.

His hand paused on her, making her whine lowly and wiggle her hips.

"Are you sure baby?" he moaned against her neck, feeling his form somewhat trembling.

"Yes, oh God, yes," she groaned.

She jumped as he growled in her neck, grabbing the front of her underwear in the process. Her eyes widened as he pulled roughly, ripping her underwear completely off her with a loud tear.

God, that's hot...she moaned inside her head as she felt him toss the offending garment away.

At what must have been vampire speed, his hand returned, sliding his cold fingers into her hot folds.

"Holy...fuck!" she cried out as pleasure rippled across her body, making her jerk her hips.

He pushed his erection into her side, groaning as he slid his cold fingers against her heat. He trailed his fingers up, finding her most sensitive place and pressing his finger into it, before rubbing small circles.

She was a mess now, gasping as he massaged her, and she was faintly aware of him groaning into her neck. His noises only fueled her desire as she felt his thumb replace his finger, and he trailed one down to her entrance.

"Yes..." she hissed, giving him permission before he could even ask.

He took a deep, shuddering breath against her neck, and she felt him gently probe, before slowly sheathing his finger inside her.

"Oh God...oh...Carlisle!" she gasped as he slowly added another finger, slowly moving them in and out.

"Vanessa," he grunted out out, and she heard the strain in his voice. "oh baby, you're so tight...and wet for me..."

He growled out something that suspiciously sounded like, 'Mine.'

He curled his fingers inside her, finding her spot almost instantly as she paused, breathing shallowly.

"Right...there!" she gasped tilting her head back as her mouth opened.

She was faintly aware the he'd pulled away from her neck, and she could feel his hungry eyes boring into her face.

She didn't give a fuck.

"Right there, baby?" he asked huskily, pulling his fingers out and curling them as he thrust them back inside her with speed.

"Yes!" she gasped, closing her eyes and reaching down and grabbing his arm. He took it wrong, and slowed down his pace almost to a stop.

"Don't stop!" she gasped, almost panicked as she clutched his arm.

He instantly started up again, curling his fingers on the spot that had her squirming and gasping underneath his hand. She vaguely felt his eyes on her, but she couldn't be bothered to care.

The coil twisted tighter and tighter inside her, making her toss her head side to side. A powerful orgasm was approaching her at an alarming rate, and she knew it would be the most intense one she'd ever experienced.

He leaned down next to her ear, "Cum for me baby," he whispered darkly, making her whimper as he increased his pace. He ground his erection into her side again, making her want to touch him. She was too out of it, and too close to orgasm. But, feeling him against her was helping fuel her fire.

The coil tightened impossibly tight in her, and she went frigid, feeling him pull back to watch her as her mouth opened again.

"Carlisle...ahhh—oh God...I..." she couldn't even finish. The coil inside her exploded, her orgasm hitting her with the force of a tidal wave. She bit her lip to keep quiet as she began convulsing uncontrollably underneath his hand. She gripped his hard arm with such force that she was sure, had he been human, her fingernails would have made him bleed.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned, feeling the aftershocks wrack her body with with tremors as she whimpered.

Suddenly, he was lightly kissing her trembling lips, whispering, "Beautiful...so beautiful, kitten."

He removed his fingers, but continued lightly stroking her folds, making her legs tremble when he'd gently graze over her sensitized nerves.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he whispered against her lips, making her open her eyes and look into his.

She gave a small smile as she saw his were no longer black, but a deep amber once again. She was amazed that he didn't lose control...perhaps it was different. She'd noticed he didn't kiss her mouth any during it...perhaps having her tongue so close to his teeth made it the most difficult for him?

She gently kissed him back, a sudden calm taking over her. He wasn't moving anymore, but she felt his hardness still pressing into her side, practically throbbing against her.

"Carlisle..." she said quietly, looking down at the large bulge in his slacks, making her mouth go dry.

"I'll be alright," he whispered, giving a small kiss to her forehead as guilt consumed her. No, he'd just basically rocked her fucking world with only his fingers...it wouldn't be right to just leave him like that.

She reached her hand down, pressing her palm into the crotch of his pants and taking a shuddering breath as she felt how large he was. Were vampires more endowed or something?

A feral hiss escaped his mouth, making her eyes widen as she saw his suddenly black eyes ripple – his lips curling under his perfect teeth. She felt him twitch under her hand.

In the next moment, he was gone, standing near her window again.

Rapidly blinking, she pushed herself up, even though her arms felt like jello. He didn't want her to touch him?

"Baby..." he sighed from the window. "trust me, nothing would give me more pleasure than to have your lovely hands on me right now – but, considering what just transpired, my self control has been pushed to its utmost limits. I may have pushed it too far already, for I didn't originally intend it to go that far. But, I feel like I can deny you nothing. I wanted to give you pleasure more than anything...and now that I have, I am satisfied. Don't feel obligated to please me, for you already have."

"..."

"The raging hard-on in your pants says otherwise," she said to his back, watching his shoulders shake as he chuckled.

He took a deep breath, before turning to look at her with a smile. His eyes were back to normal as her eyes trailed down. With an amused smile, she saw he still had a rather large bulge in his pants.

She looked back up at him, lifting her eyebrow.

"I think he's pissed," she informed him as he elegantly walked towards her – well, as elegantly as you can walk with a huge boner.

She felt a small wave of desire roll though her again, making her blink.

What the hell? She'd just been satisfied!

Carlisle chuckled as he lay next to her. "He can be mad all he wants. I've already gave into the beast enough for one night."

Vanessa raised her eyebrow. "Beast? My, getting a little cocky huh?"

"I didn't miss that pun," he smirked over at her, reaching over and pulling her against his chest.

"What pun?" she grumbled into his shirt, trying to keep her eyes off the ever present bulge.

It looked big, it felt big.

Christ, when did I turn into a nymphomaniac? One orgasm and I'm acting like a horny school girl.

She thanked any divine power that Edward wasn't there to hear her thoughts.

"But seriously, Carlisle, aren't you in pain?" she asked timidly, staring at the bulge. "Because, I mean, I wouldn't mind-"

"Don't tempt me," Carlisle groaned, cutting her off. "I don't trust myself. And if you keep asking like that, I'll give into you. Like I said, I can't really deny you baby."

Her heart fluttered at the thought. In the back of her mind, she was wondering how the hell what just happened – well – happened. Since when did she let a man finger her that she only knew a few weeks? Something seemed a little off about that, but she couldn't force herself to take it seriously in Carlisle's embrace. She didn't regret it. How could she, when he'd made her feel like that? Besides, it wasn't like they'd had sex...

She stared down at his crotch again.

Holy shit.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to stop. What the hell had come over her?

Carlisle's arm tightened around her, and she felt her gaze become hazy.

"Go to sleep, kitten," he whispered softly, kissing her on the head lightly.

"..."

It was amazing how quickly she fell into sleep.

((O))

"Ow!"

Vanessa gasped, holding her cheek and she rolled onto something that fucking cut her!

Blinking the sleep from her eyes furiously, she saw a folded piece of paper there.

"Carlisle?" she said quietly, looking around her sun filled room and realizing he wasn't there.

Hesitantly, she picked up the note, her heart thumping. A yellow flower fell out of the paper, and she picked it up, biting her lip and smiling at the flower.

She held it to her nose and began to read.

Kitten,

I'm sorry to leave you, I wish I could have stayed. I was called into work. I tried to get out of it, but it seems I was the only one.

You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't wish you wake you.

I want to thank you for allowing me the honor of touching your beautiful body last night. It was more than I could have ever dreamed possible. You're truly beautiful, baby. I cannot believe I am lucky enough to have such a woman to call mine.

I will text you when I'm on break at work, and if you're free, I'd like to see you tonight as well.

You're amazing

Carlisle

P.S I hope you like the Daffodil. It's meaning reminded me of you.

She fell back on her bed, smiling like an idiot and clutching the note to her chest. She held the flower in front of her face, barely suppressing a small giggle before she leap up and went to her computer.

She sat the flower on her desk, and opened her laptop to google.

Daffodil flower meaning

Well, he said the meaning reminded him of her, so she wanted to know this instant. She clicked on one of the links and began reading.

This is a great flower that people love to get because it is such a pretty flower and one that people associate with a particular meaning. There is a tale from Ancient Greece that talks about a man name Narcissus who loved to look at himself, one day when he was looking at himself in a pool of water, he fell in and drown. From his grave, a flower grew and it was the Narcissus, which is the more uncommon name for the Daffodil. This is a flower that represents beauty and you would give this to someone to show that you not only admire them, but that they are the only one.

She smiled, and continued reading.

The daffodil, which means unequaled love; the sun is always shining whenever your significant other is around. It also signifies desire for affection returned.

Vanessa's heart jumped in her chest...was...was Carlisle trying to tell her he loved her with a single flower? Not only that, but that he, himself, desired her love in return?

Then again, perhaps she was looking too much into it. Perhaps it actually meant something else...she was on google for God's sake. She didn't know fuck all about flowers. If it did mean that, he probably didn't expect her to hop on the computer first thing and look it up like some obsessed person.

She sighed as she fingered the petal, but couldn't stop herself from smiling.

A small part of her was panicking, but she ignored it for the moment.

Like him, it truly was...very lovely.