I spilt the next character into two part, because it has a little bit of """""adult content""""" and I didn't want anyone to have to read anything that made them uncomfortable if they wanted to continue with the story and just avoid that bit. It's not particularly graphic, but I still wanted to warn you guys because I used to get really uncomfortable reading stuff like that after reading chapter upon chapter of nothing but innocent romance, and I didn't want to do that to anyone.
So this is part 1, and is 100% clean, more or less.
Part 2 is the one to avoid if you don't want to read anything of that nature.
If you don't want to read any of it because the entire subject is weird, that's fine too and we'll be back to normal next update.
Thanks for bearing with me!
Having him in the kitchen with me wasn't as off-putting as I thought it was going to be. Not when his fingertips brushed against mine as he handed me things, or he laughed at my stupid, nervous jokes. It may have been helped by the fact that none of this shit had to pass my lips; the cake and cream and god knows what else was going straight to Eleazar's house and into a group of sticky children.
Kate's party was later this afternoon and I forced myself to stay in a good mood, but leaving my boyfriend in order to hang out with a bunch of judgmental parents wasn't something I was in favour of. "Hey, Carlisle?" I asked slowly, contemplating how Eleazar would react if I were to turn up with a guest. "You wanna come to a birthday party?"
He hesitated, pausing with his hand on the bottle of milk. "…With your family…?"
"It'll only be my brother and his wife. Plus the parents of the other kids," I explained, setting the bowl down and using the belt-loop of his jeans to pull him closer. "You don't have to; I'm not going to be mad if you don't-"
He cut me off with a kiss, abrupt but gentle. "I'll come with you…just, Eleazar has never met me…it wont upset him if I'm there?"
"His house will be full of strangers anyway. He shouldn't care." I quickly stole another kiss before letting him go. "Here, taste this." Grabbing a fork, I dipped it in the cake batter.
Laughing, he let me feed it to him, kissing me again immediately afterwards. It was a little more heated this time, but over just as quickly.
"It's okay?" I teased. Unable to resist pushing my luck, I did the same thing again, only this time setting the fork down and using my fingertip instead. I wasn't sure if it would make him uncomfortable, but by the time the thought crossed my mind it was already too late.
He reacted as I'd hoped though, shyly bringing his lips to my finger. His tongue against my skin felt amazing and I suppressed a moan.
I was sure my heart skipped a beat as I felt the chocolatey substance against the inside of my wrist, and I had to grip the bench to keep from grabbing Carlisle as he teasingly licked it off again.
This time it was against my collar bone, and his teeth gazed my skin as he tangled his fingers in my shirt, pulling me closer. His lips met mine a second later, gentle and nervous, but kind of urgent. The taste of the cake mixture made the kiss even sweeter.
I couldn't stop myself, holding his waist and pulling him into me, unable to keep from grinding against him. I accidently let out a whimper as he tangled his fingers in my hair, every little move he made driving me insane. This was boarding for too close to the 'fucking in the kitchen' conversation of a few months back.
He smiled teasingly upon hearing it, playfully biting my lip. Pulling away, he drew back a little, leaning against the bench as he sucked the cake mixture off his own finger, looking innocently up at me the whole time.
Fuck. Stepping forward to have him in my arms again, I kissed the base of his neck, smiling when he melted into me.
Suddenly, he pushed me back again, spraying whipped cream at me before I had a chance to react. I couldn't do anything but laugh as I looked down to find it all over my shirt.
"I guess you're going to have to take that off then, hmm?" Carlisle teased, fighting joining me in laughing and licking the cream off the end of the nozzle.
I hesitated, instantly nervous and my stomach twisted a little. I quickly reminded myself that this was Carlisle. The boy that insisted I was cute when I looked disgusting, had taken me home for dinner when I was crying and listened to me rant endlessly about how much of an asshole my boss was on a regular basis and somehow still loved me.
My hands still shook as I slowly unbuttoned it, and I was fighting not to hyperventilate. Carlisle's kisses were helping to distract me a little, making it easier to come to terms with what was happening. Somehow finding a burst of confidence, I made a point of getting some of it on his own clothing, managing to get a bit of it in his hair before he had time to stop me.
"Asshole," he laughed. "I only washed that this morning."
"I know," I teased back, my nerves easing completely. "You still smell like sunshine and fabric-softener." I ran my fingers through his hair, giving him no opportunity to stop me from making his situation worse. Throwing my shirt behind me and onto the floor, I was struck by how easy that actually was.
Carlisle watched me do it, but when I glanced down at him again he looked a little nervous himself.
"What's wrong?" I leant down to kiss him again. It hit me like a ton of bricks; he'd been as nervous about this moment as I had been. "I love you," I told him. Trying to get back some of the fun and ease his anxiety around it, I picked up the can of cream again, making more of a mess of his clothing than it already was.
"I love you too," he replied, managing to get cake mixture all over me before I could gain control of his hands.
Walking backwards and leading him forwards at the same time, I kept going until we hit the couch, falling back onto it and pulling him on top of me. Our lips met and I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him against me as he tangled his fingers in my hair.
Rolling so that he was underneath me and supporting myself with one knee either side of him, I tried to figure out how far we were going to take this tonight. I certainly knew where I wanted to go with this, watching him pull his shirt over his head, but I was horrifically nervous I'd do something wrong.
He semi-answered the question for me, running his finger along the waist of my pants before looking up at me. Sitting up a little, he kissed my neck, playfully tasting the mixture of chocolate and cream we were both covered in. His lips slowly made their way down my body, and I gave in to the pleasure of it
Taking this as permission, I ran my hands down his sides, leaving them on his waist as we both became accustomed to the idea of touching each other like this. I quickly came to the conclusion that if either of us were going to get anywhere, it wasn't going to be here on the couch; lying like this was fucking awful. It was hard to think over Carlisle's teasing touches, and I grabbed his hands, pinning them against the couch above his head and knotting my fingers through his. "I think we should move," I told him, chuckling to myself when he tried to pull himself free. "We're going to end up hurting each other."
He gave up and glared playfully at me. "You're going to have to get off me, then."
I swallowed thickly as we went into the bedroom; as much as I wanted this, I was terrified. Tugging me forward, Carlisle sat on the edge of the bed, giving me the opportunity to push him back again.
"You okay?" he asked quietly, grabbing my hand and squeezing it.
"Y-yeah…just…nervous." I forced a smile, but my legs felt weak.
"Have you done this before?" Pushing me off him, he lay next to me, one arm around my waist while the other hand played with my hair.
"…You're my first boyfriend, Carlisle…" I reminded him, even more anxious now he'd forgotten that.
"I know, but you can do this with girls too," he teased, kissing me immediately afterward.
My stomach was in knots suddenly, and I avoided eye contact as I shook my head. When he tried to reassure me that sex in general was still a little experience even if it wasn't this particular 'type' of sex, and that it didn't really matter in the first place, I had to stop him. "Carlisle…I haven't…you're my first…I haven't had a partner before at all, and…" I felt my face become warm and I refused eye contact.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to." He kissed my forehead, his fingers teasing the back of my neck. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just say stop and we won't do it."
I shook my head, pulling him closer again. "I want to, I just…I'm scared of hurting you…"
"You wont, Garrett, I promise." He let our lips meet this time, and my nerves were dissolving a little.