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Two months passed and Carlisle was almost in complete control of his blood lust due to Bella's harsh training. He still couldn't steal the finger from her even without the blood distracting him. It was frustrating knowing that everyday a human lost their finger because of him. He would never admit it, but Carlisle was more frustrated with the fact that Bella kept beating him without using one of her hands.
The way she got excited to teach him something new always served to entertain him. Carlisle found her to be completely captivating. He wanted to know everything about her, but she wouldn't give any information beyond her name to him. He felt like if she genuinely opened up to him that he could fall in love with her easily, despite her disregard for human life.
He was expecting her back any minute, with a fresh finger and her usual teasing smile. Carlisle heard her light footfalls and exited the house, preparing for the scent of blood. He was surprised when she appeared without the finger.
"I was thinking that today I'd teach you how to really fight, instead of letting you just stumble through it." Bella said then proceeded to explain the dynamics of the vampire body, what he shouldn't do when fighting a vampire, and how to take down a werewolf. Carlisle hadn't even been aware there was such a thing as werewolves.
A few hours later they were sparring and Carlisle could tell how pleased Bella was with his progress. She was just so damn beautiful when she was having a good time.
He was momentarily distracted and Bella took advantage of that. A second later he was on his back with Bella standing over him. She pressed her foot down on his chest to keep him from moving. He grabbed her leg, trying to unbalance her when he realized something was different. The pants she was wearing had gotten a large tear up the side, letting his skin connect with hers. He immediately let go and was embarrassed due to his upbringing.
"Sorry." Carlisle said as he looked away from her. Bella laughed loudly and leaned over him.
"Carlisle Cullen, you never cease to entertain me. You must have been born in a morally uptight time. I am no little girl. I won't run off if you touch me." She chuckled again. "Or are you scared I might burn you with my gift if you touch my skin?" Bella asked, half joking.
"I'm not scared of your gift." Carlisle said, proud that his voice hadn't broken. He was flustered.
"Well that's rather foolish of you," flames danced on the palm of Bella's hand, "considering it could kill you instantly."
"I'm not scared because I know you don't want to kill me." Carlisle was still laying prone on his back under her heel.
"What makes you so sure of that?" Bella said in a dark voice as she leaned down towards him and the flames in her hand grew brighter, hotter. Carlisle wasn't intimidated though.
"I'm sure because if you wanted to kill me I'd already be dead, and what would be the point of teaching me all of this only to kill me in the end?" The flame died as he spoke. Bella sunk down, straddling him, just north of where he really wanted her.
"So it's just the touch of my skin that makes you nervous, not my gift?" Bella was legitimately curious.
"Yes," Carlisle answered breathlessly, not used to having a woman this close. Bella grinned.
"Lust for the flesh and lust for blood feel quite similar." Bella moved quickly, capturing both his hands and holding them down. "Some would argue that to control one you'd have to have a good hold on the other." Bella said before she started kissing him. At first, Carlisle didn't know what to do, but his body clearly did since not even a second later he was kissing her back. Bella let his hands go and they automatically went to her body, roaming, squeezing, and caressing. "Pace yourself, Carlisle." Bella whispered in a deep voice before she moaned, completely making him lose his thoughts.
That was the first day they became one.
So their relationship shifted and changed. What do you think of this twist?