Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley
Summary: While Edward is out hunting Bella has a vivid nightmare. Carlisle comforts her.
A/N: I know this has been done before, but I'm writing it to get rid of my writer's block. I'm working on two, longer stories that I just can't seem to finish.
Edward had left on a hunting trip earlier in the day. I had begged him to stay because I was still having nightmares about him and Victoria. "I'm sorry Bella," he said, his black eyes apologetic. "I haven't hunted in over three weeks. I asked Carlisle to stay behind to watch over you while we're gone." With that he'd kissed me and vanished, along with everyone else except Carlisle.
To relax myself, I took a long, hot bath before going to bed. "Goodnight, Bella," Carlisle called from his office as I passed it.
"Goodnight, Carlisle," I said, although he wouldn't be going to asleep.
I prayed as I climbed into the large bed that I wouldn't be plagued by a nightmare tonight. I knew it wouldn't help.
I screamed as Victoria lunged at Edward, and tore at his arm. "No! Edward!" I cried as his screams pierced through the dream. "Edward!" I watched in horror and agony as she ripped him apart. It felt like my heart was being shredded apart piece by piece.
I sunk to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. "No, please!" I cried, "Edward!"
"Bella?" I gasped, as I was finally pulled from the nightmare, and grabbed a hold of one of the cold stone arms that had been trying to wake me.
It had felt so real, so vivid, I sobbed as I tried to rid my memory of the dream. "Shh...It's okay," Carlisle's soft voice soothed, I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and buried my head in his chest as I cried. He wrapped his arms around me. "It was only a dream, everything's alright."
"It felt so real, Carlisle," I cried as I looked up into his golden eyes.
"Shh, I know," he said as he reached up and cupped my face in his hands. He wiped away the tears that slid down my cheeks with his thumb. "Are you alright?"
Although the pain hadn't lessoned in the slightest bit, I nodded and he started to slip away. "No!" I said, reaching out frantically to grab his arm. "Stay, please." He looked at me warily for a second before moving back over to the bed. I moved over as he climbed in beside me, and I wrapped my arms around him.
Carlisle lightly stroked my hair comfortingly. "You should try to sleep, Bella," he whispered.
"I don't want the nightmare to come back," I murmured.
"It won't," he assured and then leaned down to kiss my forehead.
I don't know exactly why I did it. The only thing I knew was that I was desperate for release from my pain, and this was the only way I knew how to get it.
I reached up, my fingers gripping his blonde hair, as I guided his mouth toward mine and our lips met in quick, broken kiss.
"Bella," he sighed as I let go of him. I was lost in a haze of pain. My brain felt as if it was shutting down from the intensity of it, but somewhere in the fog I started noticing the sweet, intoxicating scent that was Carlisle.
"Please, Carlisle," I whispered, "I need it." He looked at me sadly before leaning down and capturing my lips. That thought sent a beacon of desire through me, a streak of light in the darkness. I whimpered against Carlisle's mouth, arching just slightly closer to him. I threaded my fingers in his hair a little tighter than before in a vain attempt to hold his lips to mine for longer than just a portion of a second.
My silent plea didn't have the desired affect. Carlisle stopped altogether, his mouth paused inches from mine. I looked up into his eyes, and saw them darken, the once soft golden turning almost black with yearning.
Then suddenly, he locked my lips to his in earnest. His tongue slid past my parted lips as he reached up to thread a hand through my hair, caressing my scalp soothingly.
The gentle fire that had started to ease the haze of pain raged into an inferno as I came alive in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled, turning him until his upper body was pressed against mine. Carlisle held his stance as he rolled on top of me, hovering lightly above me. He hesitated as I arched into him and I moaned in loss when he pulled back to look down at me, his breathing heavy.
"I didn't come in here for this," he laughed lightly.
My fingers laced into his pale hair. "I know," I breathed against his lips as I brought them back to mine. "Please Carlisle; just don't stop...please..."
He still resisted, pulling back to look at me again. He let his gaze travel between our bodies, looking at my nightdress that was visible from where the blanket had slid down. He trailed a cool finger over the line of my collarbone.
"Carlisle?" I asked.
He glanced back up. "Is this what you want, Bella? Is this what it'll take for your pain to go away?"
"Yes," I said.
"Are you sure you want to do this with-"
I reached up to put my fingers over his lips, "what I need right now is to feel something pure, something that will take the pain of nearly losing Edward away."
It must've pained him to hear me say those words because his lips claimed mine as I closed my eyes, gently as he kissed me reverently, his hands holding my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that were still there. I gave myself over to the rush of love and passion that Carlisle was showing me, forcing my mind to forget everything but the soft feel of his kisses, the sound of the barely audible groan he made as I opened my mouth for him.
It had worked. I was lost to him by the time he pulled away to run soft kisses over my jaw line and down my throat. My senses were surrounded by him, his scent, and his taste.
Carlisle paused to suck on the patch of skin over my pulse point and I moaned, arching my hips up to meet his. He groaned, shifting away from me a little, but I would have none of it. I reached down between us and tossed the blanket and sheets aside.
Carlisle leaned forward and kissed my bare shoulder, moving the strap on my nightshirt aside so it dropped to my upper arm. He trailed his lips up to the curve of my neck as he pulled finally pulled me closer to him, his cold hands running up my back, making me shiver, my head falling back with a soft moan.
He reached up and traced a finger over my lips that I was sure were already swollen from his kisses.
Carlisle opened his mouth as of to say something, but then he seemed to change his mind as he leaned in and kissed me.
His lips once again trailed down my neck. He didn't stop there this time, but ventured over my collarbone and down to the V of my nightshirt, his tongue tracing the outline of the lace that decorated it. I was so caught up in the sensations he caused that I hardly noticed when he pulled down the straps of my nightshirt until I felt his cool breath against my exposed breasts.
A hot blush burned my cheeks and neck. It was my first instinct to reach and cover myself, and I would have, except the feeling of Carlisle leaning down to flick his tongue over my nipple caused my head to snap back against the pillow. My moan matched his as he took the tip of my breast all the way into his mouth.
Of their own accord, my fingers threaded into his hair, holding him against me. Heat rocketed through my whole body, pooling at my center as he caressed the neglected breast, his thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple. Instinctually, I opened my legs, and Carlisle settled between them as he continued to touch and kiss me. My hips met his, and I could feel him, hard, pressed against me.
"Carlisle," I gasped, and he stopped what he was doing to look up at me.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked hesitantly.
"No, please don't," I murmured, closing my eyes to enjoy the feel of him lying over me, although I felt none of his weight.
His eyes searched mine for a moment. "I can make your pain go away," he whispered, lowering his lips to my neck. "But you'd have to trust me. Do you trust me, Bella?"
I nodded with my eyes still closed.
He pulled at my nightshirt.
I moaned in loss when he rolled off of me, tugging my nightshirt all the way off, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I opened my eyes, and saw that Carlisle seemed to have gotten distracted from whatever he'd planned on doing, because he was just staring at me, his eyes running over my body.
I was about to say something when he leaned down, kissing my stomach, his tongue leaving a fire in its wake as it trailed back up to my breasts. I closed my eyes again and reached out to him, trying to pull him back on top me, but he resisted, mumbling something unintelligible against my flesh.
Carlisle's hand was gliding over my skin, past my stomach, down my thighs, and I shivered as his fingers brushed over the cotton of my panties. His lips traced their way up to my ear. His cool breath was heavy, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Then his hand slid underneath the lining of my panties.
His voice was a gentle reminder and I was thankful for it, because his touch was a shock. Instinctively my legs closed, but Carlisle whispered gently in my ear asking me to just relax and trust him.
Despite my sudden nervousness, I listened. I relaxed just as Carlisle had requested and was rewarded for the effort when feelings of decadent pleasure washed over me, rising from the place where he touched and shimmering outwards until I was awash in bliss.
"Oh Carlisle," I moaned, aching into his hand and tilting my head as his soft laughter tickled my neck.
"You like that, do you?" he asked as he continued to stroke and tease me, making my breath come out in short gasps.
"Oh, yes," I breathed.
Carlisle laughed harder, "It's a trick I use on Esme when she's worried about something." And even through my haze, I was able to enjoy the sound of his deep calming laugh.
Carlisle's hand made a sudden movement and my head whipped back against the pillow as I gasped out his name. My back arched and I reached up to grab Carlisle's shoulders. It was the most amazing feeling; wave after wave of pleasure wracked my entire body inside and out, leaving me shuddering even after my climax started to subside.
I'd been so tense with everything, but now I was totally relaxed. It was all gone, the pain, the worry, the fear. It had all drifted away from me and my body was left humming in contentment.
When I finally felt like I'd come back to earth I opened my eyes to see Carlisle looking down at me.
"Thank you," I said, reaching up to caress his cheek.
"Do you want to stop now?" he asked softly.
"No," I whispered, running my hands down his back, watching as his eyes closed, feeling as his muscles tightened under my fingers.
I brought my hands to his neck and started undoing the buttons on his dress-shirt. I made quick work of them, slipping it off his shoulders than pulling the t-shirt that he wore under it over his head. I reached for his belt and caught my hand. "Let me," he said and I nearly protested when Carlisle rolled off the bed, but he was only gone for what felt like a fraction of a second.
I reached out and cupped Carlisle's arousal that strained against the silk boxers that he still wore, and I shivered when he kissed me, growling against my lips. Feeling encouraged, I slipped my hand past the material. I ran my fingers over the ridges and contours of his erection as I looked up at him to see what affect my exploration was having on him. I wanted him to feel the same pleasure I had when he'd touched me. His head fell to my shoulder and I could feel his heavy breathing against my neck, making me shiver again. His hips thrust forward and I loved the feel of him as he pushed himself against my open palm. His body was so very different from Edward's. I was shocked to find that his skin there was soft as silk; sliding easily against my
hand as I stroked him, yet underneath he was hard as stone and the contrast of the two was intriguing. Just when I was starting to enjoy myself he grabbed my hand, stopping me from discovering what his low moans could lead to.
"Are you absolutely sure you want this, Bella?" Carlisle asked.
I nodded, and tired not cry at the tenderness in his voice. Even though it was obvious he was so far gone in desire, he was still willing to stop if I wanted to.
Carlisle reached down to slide my panties off, and I tried not blush again as his cold hands moved down my legs, leaving my completely bare to his soft gaze. Then he slid his boxers off and I couldn't help but blush as I looked at him.
"Are you okay, Bella?" he asked, watching me.
I nodded and his fingers found me again, only now they were sliding into me. I pushed my hips against his hand as his fingers created a different ache than they had before. He stroked in and out, stretching me, and I found myself wanting something more.
He shifted, and I gasped softly when I felt him press against my centre. I moved my legs even farther apart as he slid into me, stretching and filling me to the point of near pain. Carlisle stopped after a moment, and brought his head up to look at me. He was silent for a long moment, and then he leaned back down to rest his forehead against mine.
"I'm sorry," he rasped, and then kissed me deeply before I could reply.
I gave a muffled moan of pleasure as his hips pulled back. My nails sunk sharply into his upper arms. Carlisle didn't stop kissing me, and his hand slid between our bodies, finding the spot that he'd paid such close attention to earlier.
I started moaning from it, responding to his touch, moving my hips slightly against his.
When I moaned loudly, Carlisle moved his hand away from my clit to grip my hip, and before I could register the loss, he pulled out and pushed back in. I gave a sharp gasp, and he did it again, making my head fall back against the pillow. My body arched with desire, my arms reaching around to his back to bring his body completely against mine as my legs wrapped around his waist.
He thrust into me harder and we finally tumbled off the edge.
It took me a long time to find my breath. Carlisle rolled off me after a moment, and then pulled me to him. My head rested on his chest as I listened to soft sound of his rhythmic breathing, and my legs were draped partially across his, tangled in the white sheets.
"Are you alright now?" he asked looking down at me.
"Yes," I replied, this time it wasn't a lie.
"You should sleep now," he said. I looked up at him frighteningly; the only way the nightmares stayed away was when I had someone there.
Carlisle smiled softly, "I'm not going anywhere." I closed my eyes in relief, sucking in a deep breath as I closed my eyes.
A/N: I might do a part II, let me know if you guys want it! (It'll be Bella/Carlisle again).