It's Complicated

by sassycaterpillar

For years I had fought to control my instincts, to use my abilities for the good, to live a normal, human life. I had earned the trust of my patients and the respect of the community. But now one thing could change it all, one thing could destroy all I had worked so hard to build for myself. And that was her. Rated M for scenes to follow. Please read and review!

5. Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters.

Chapter 5

Isabella pulled back from the kiss and our eyes found each other again. Then, as if reality had suddenly hit, she scrambled back to the other end of the couch, her cheeks turning a fiery shade of crimson.

"I'm...I'm so sorry! I don't know why I just...I'm sorry!" She was once again the Isabella that I had first met: flustered, nervous and unable to look at me. Having given her stumbling apology she now sat with her hair covering her face, her body ever so slightly shaking.

Trying to get my thoughts together (which was being made very difficult by the sensations that lingered on my mouth) I wondered how best to handle this situation. There was no way I could condone what had just taken place, for not only had I broken my protocol as a doctor, I had also just become a sex offender in the eyes of the law. Isabella was still just seventeen, still at the age to be condisered a minor. That being said, I couldn't change what had just happened, all I could do now was minimise the consequences as best I could.

"Isabella" I spoke her name not as a question nor with any force or urgency. "Isabella, look at me" I kept my voice calm but remained professional, this had to be handled the proper way.

Slowly she turned her head to face me but her only lifted to the level or my chin and never met my gaze.

"Isabella, what has just happened here was not right. But it was also my fault and I apologise for everything. You have every right to report my actions and to file charges against me. In fact, I encourage you to do so if you feel that is what you want. None of this is your fault and I don't want you to feel any guilt about it whatsoever". I paused, wondering if I had said the right thing, or if I should say more.

Isabella's expression hadn't changed during my speech, she had simply sat and listened with a neutral expression and a flush of colour in her cheeks. However now she managed to lift her eyes to meet mine. As I focused on them, I tried to decipher the mixture of emotions that struggled for dominance within her: fear, confusion, perhaps a hint of guilt and...desire? Her pupils were wide and jet black, confirming my analysis.

And then she spoke. Her words were slow and considered, yet there was a determination behind them that I had only experience from her when she had kissed me just moments ago.

"Do you really feel like that was wrong...Carlisle?"