Summary: Carlisle always felt that Bella was special to his family, especially Edward. However, on the night of her 18th birthday party things go awry, and Carlisle is left picking up the pieces. One moment alone with Bella, one moment too close, and he can't fight the impulse.
Ever since I saw New Moon, to me, the scene where Carlisle stitches Bella up to me is filled with such sexual tension. I wanted to explore what would happen if, in the moment, Carlisle gave in to his feelings and vampire instincts. Would the family recover?
The italicized portion in the beginning is from Stephenie Meyer's book New Moon chapter 2: Stitches.
"Well, that's everyone," I sighed. "I can clear a room, at least."
"It's not your fault," Carlisle comforted me with a chuckle. "It could happen to anyone."
"Could," I repeated. "But it usually just happens to me."
He laughed again.
His relaxed calm was only more amazing set in direct contrast with everyone else's reaction.
I couldn't find any trace of anxiety in his face. He worked with quick, sure movements. The only sound besides our quiet breathing was the soft plink, plink as the tiny fragments of glass dropped one by one to the table.
"How can you do this?" I demanded. "Even Alice and Esme…" I trailed off, shaking my head in wonder. Though the rest of them had given up the traditional diet of vampires just as absolutely as Carlisle had, he was the only one who could bear the smell of my blood without suffering from the intense temptation. Clearly, this was much more difficult than he made it seem.
"Years and years of practice," he told me. "I barely notice the scent anymore."
"Do you think it would be harder if you took a vacation from the hospital for a long time.
And weren't around any blood?"
"Maybe." He shrugged his shoulders, but his hands remained steady. "I've never felt the need
for an extended holiday." He flashed a brilliant smile in my direction. "I enjoy my work too
Plink, plink, plink. I was surprised at how much glass there seemed to be in my arm. I was tempted to glance at the growing pile, just to check the size, but I knew that idea would not be helpful to my no-vomiting strategy.
"What is it that you enjoy?" I wondered. It didn't make sense to me–the years of struggle and self-denial he must have spent to get to the point where he could endure this so easily.
I was waiting for his response as he continued to stitch me up. I found this man utterly fascinating and very distracting; I had to fight to concentrate on what he was saying. I looked up into his eyes and was caught off guard by how dark they were. I also noticed how close we were and how beautiful Carlisle really was. I had always thought he was extremely attractive ever since the day I met him at the hospital.
Without thinking, I licked my lips and had to fight the overwhelming urge to lean forward and kiss him. My body started to betray me as I was becoming very aroused. Carlisle's nostrils flared, and his eyes became pitch black. I knew my life may be very much in danger, but this seemed to only arouse me more. I had no idea when and why my feelings for him changed. All I knew for sure is that I needed him like I needed oxygen.
"Isabella," Carlisle quietly moaned my name as he stared into my eyes just inches away from me.
I let out a gasp as I felt his palm on my cheek. "You're an amazing woman. I can't fight this anymore," he whispered before his cool lips touched mine.
This wasn't a chaste kiss. As our lips urgently moved together, I thought I might pass out from the rush that flowed through my body. I moaned as I felt his cool tongue on my bottom lip. I gladly opened my mouth for him as I slid my hand through his soft blonde hair. My head spun as I felt his cool tongue touch mine. I had truly never felt this much pleasure, and my body tingled all over as I throbbed with want. Carlisle suddenly pulled away; I stiffened and started to panic. Did he regret what just happened?
"Oh, Isabella," he groaned as his tongue slid down my neck towards my chest. My body was going into overdrive. I couldn't think. All I knew was I wanted more, much more.
"Is this okay? Should I stop?" he asked in a deep, sexy voice.
"No, please don't," I moaned in desperation.
I never wanted him to stop. Even though his hands and lips where cold he ignited a fire in me. I let out a muffled moan as his fingers roamed over my back. I thought I would explode with need as I felt him slowly slide the zipper of my dress down.
He slowly pushed the dress off my shoulders causing it to pool in my lap. He looked deep into my eyes, and into my very soul. I knew for sure that I was put on this earth for Carlisle, and I had no doubt that he belonged to me.
"I need you," he moaned. "I want to make you mine!"
I wanted to be his in every way possible. "I'm yours. Take me!" I pleaded.
Next chapter will be from CPOV, and they will overlap just a bit.
I will update soon as Chapter 2 is almost done, then they will come when I can get them out! I know I left you kind of hanging, but I promise next chapter will make up for it.
First, I would like to thank Blood of Your Lips for her help and guidance. I also need to thank the team that helped when I wrote this for Fandom Against Famine, my betas TaintedDarkInuShemeeko and lels2768, my pre-readers pipperann and Storypainter.
Lastly, my new team that will be with me through the story, my amazing beta A Jasper For me, and pre-readers piperann and Karebear1965.
This is a Carlisle/Bella story. Before you burn me at the stakes, remember you chose to read it! I promise to give EVERYONE an HEA!