Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. No Copyright infringement is intended.
The original plot is all i own here
A/N: I'd like to give thanks to Project Team Beat who, well, Beta'd this chapter!
So here's another new story from me. When i started writing, it was supposed to just be a lemony O/S, but the story just grew. It will probably just be a short story.
The more i post, the more you'll find out important questions i usually get asked - who is related to who, what the situation is, etc.
Just sit back, and enjoy the ride :-)
(Any mistakes on posting are my own)
if I had
never met you
when we must part
of the next parting
and the next after that
And not so much either
of this powerless longing
when you're not there
which wants only the
and that right away
when that can't be
and finds breathing difficult
would perhaps be
If I hadn't met you
Only it wouldn't be
- Better Not By Erich Fried -
Chapter 1 – The Holiday
As I woke up, my body ached with pure bliss.
I could feel it pulsating through me, prominent as though this was something I'd never had the pleasure of experiencing before.
And that was true.
I'd had a few boyfriends before, but none had managed to make me feel so — alive after just one night.
I couldn't precisely tell you what had made me take a man I hardly knew to my bed. Maybe it was the alcohol I had consumed coupled with my new-found care-free attitude. Or maybe it was because he was charming, and deadly handsome.
Maybe all four married up to form such perfection.
Either way, I was glad I had done it.
I turned to look at him where he lay on the other side of my bed.
His bright blue eyes were covered by the pale lids and thick lashes. His lips were barely parted and he lay on his back. Nothing but the sun shone through my window, highlighting a light dusting of hair covering his body. His chest rose and fell lightly, indicating he was still in a deep sleep.
Turning as carefully as I could, I took the sheet used during summers like this off the end of the bed and stood, wrapping it around myself before I headed to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror as I washed my hands, I smiled at my reflection. Smudged make-up, messy hair and a happier glow than I'd recently worn . I quickly brushed my teeth before heading back into my bedroom and back to the very reason I'd been so happy.
He was leaning on one elbow, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
He didn't seem to care that he was stark naked in a stranger's bed, and I found myself glad; he had a stunning body.
"Morning," I whispered, and he looked round to me, smiling when he found me leaning against the door frame.
"Morning," he replied with a dazzling grin.
"Did you sleep okay?" I asked, hitching the bed sheet just a tiny bit higher when it slipped.
"I did - what little of it I managed to get." He smirked as he sat up and ran his fingers through his messy blond locks. "Not sure I'm a fan of this bed, though," he frowned . I stepped forward towards the end of it, one hand gripping onto the iron bedframe.
"Why?" I wondered, frowning much the same as he.
"It's far too cold when it's empty," he told me as he took my free hand and pulled me towards him. "You do know the best way to warm somebody up, right?" he asked me.
Biting my lip, I shook my head.
"Come here," he said now, indicating me closer with a slight nod of his head . "And I'll teach you."
Following his subtle lead, I crawled onto the bed and over to him, straddling his thighs and kneeling high in front of him.
"You have beautiful, soft flesh, la Mia Bella," he whispered beautifully, his large, warm hands ghosting over my arms. "And, to keep me warm, you're going to have to share that." he continued.
I allowed my eyes to flutter closed for a second, and I swallowed hard as his fingers fought with the knot in the sheet, causing it to drop from my naked form.
The intensity in his eyes, now a stormy blue that flashed with lust as he looked over my bare flesh, sent a thrill through me, and I was most pleased to find he still found me as attractive the morning after.
I felt the sheet slowly slide away from behind me, and barely heard its soft crumple to the bedroom floor. My attention was mostly paid to the way this man touched me, ever so carefully, but with heat. It wasn't some fumble behind the bike sheds - his needy touches were still gentle caresses, carefully paying attention to where he got the most reaction from me and then doubling his concentration on that area.
His uneven, plump lips were hot on my skin too, pressing softly yet fiercely into the hollow of my throat and leaving a blazing trail along my jaw to the earlobe he carefully nibbled.
I found myself moving against him, my wet flesh grazing along his hardened length. I silently begged him for friction of some kind. He knew how to work me into a frenzy; that much was obvious.
As his fingertips tiptoed over the curves of my body, mine tried to claw at the muscles in his arms, gripping them as tightly as I could without wanting to cause pain.
Or maybe I should? Because this in itself was torture, a different kind of pain - a raw aching that intensified with each flick of his tongue against the hard rosy buds that stood from my breasts. As he took one between his teeth, my hand few into his hair, gripping it tightly as my back arched and I gasped out.
"Please," I begged in a breath.
I could feel his smirk on my skin. He had me completely, and he liked it.
And I liked that he liked it.
Moving his hand over my body, his fingers stroked my inner thigh and teased my waiting center. My hips bucked against him in that second, and he moaned.
"Are you ready for me?"
I nodded quickly as he stroked more of me, his fingers just dipping inside to where I was wet and waiting.
But it surprised me to the point of a small yell when he entered me, hard and thick with his fantastic cock and not his magic fingers.
He grunted in pleasure against my now sweating skin as I took the friction I wanted and moved on top of him. Hands held onto my ass cheeks as I bounced on him and called his name loudly.
"That feels so good," he told me, his voice rather like honey; thick as it poured, sweet as I tasted it, smooth as it ran through my body.
We stayed this way, my hands resting upon his strong shoulders where muscles rippled at his exertion, and he gently moved with me in ways that had my climax building rather early. I could feel him deep within me, stroking and pleasuring that special spot in a way nobody had done before.
I called his name out like a prayer, a thanks to the heavens for what this man was bringing me.
"Carlisle!" I exclaimed, rocking my hips faster and breathing heavier until I came undone. I tightened around him, clung to his body and gasped, my eyes shut tight as the waves of my climax rolled through me.
He waited for a moment or two, gently rocking his hips as I came down from yet another fantastic orgasm.
I'd lost count of how many he had given me during the course of our night together.
When I leaned away from him and took a deep ragged breath, he took the opportunity to move with me still in his arms, and lay me down. But he leaned back as my head fell into the soft pillows, and grabbed my hips as he thrust into me hard.
"La Mia Bella," he repeated sweetly, pouring his honey all around me.
This man ... was amazing.
I could feel my climax build again. Our moans grew louder, his grip on my hips got stronger, and with a grunt, we came together. I could feel the rush within me as I fell back a little into my soft mattress.
As we both panted, Carlisle — my blond beauty — slowly disconnected us and lay back down beside me, one arm draping over my sweaty stomach.
For the next few hours, we were perfectly happy in our own little bubble.
We showered together, slowly touching and washing each other, learning places we hadn't had time to discover the night before. In just our underwear, we made our way to the kitchen of the small studio apartment I was renting, and made breakfast together. His eggs were fantastic and he complimented my choice of tea.
It was during breakfast he requested to know me, to know what I was about.
So I showed him.
The things I made, the art I created as a hobby, the stories I liked to read.
Picking up a book, Carlisle took it outside with him along with a cup of tea.
Just outside some double doors sat a wrought iron balcony, with hanging baskets containing Blue Brachyscome plants—pretty little daisy-like flowers with contrasting yellow centers. I'd simply placed some large cushions there so I could sit in the sun to read, and Carlisle must have thought it a good idea too.
I followed him out and found him already sat down.
I looked around at our surroundings at first - we were still in our underwear and I prayed nobody could see us.
But there was also something about this man that made me bold and daring.
So I sat down next to him, one of his arms snaking over my shoulder, the other resting holding a book between us and opening to the first page. Reaching down between the cushions, I pulled out the glasses case I had left there the day before.
Carlisle took hold of my chin, and tilted my head to face him. "Very sexy," he told me, pecking my lips quickly before we returned to the book.
And so we sat there, the warm midday sun beating down on our somewhat pale bodies as we read and drank tea. We weren't disturbed by the sound of motorbikes growling past below us, the rumble of a car engine, or even the angry sound of car horns and their irritated car drivers.
No, all that disturbed us was the ringing of his mobile sometime after one p.m . The bells in the nearby town center were what chimed and told us the hour, and their beautiful music still echoed in my mind as his shrill ringtone sounded.
Standing slowly, he made his way to answer.
All I could hear was his voice faintly traveling to me, but I couldn't and wouldn't try and work out what was being said.
He was still a big mystery to me, only having revealed to me why he was here in this town, which also revealed his occupation, and the introduction he made that told me his name. I wasn't desperate enough to know more that I would sneak up and invade somebody's privacy.
When he returned, I had turned several pages but not taken many words in.
Was this it? Was reality about to hit me harder than I could possibly have imagined it would have? I didn't think in my wildest imaginings that I'd feel so — content with somebody the way I did with Carlisle.
It undoubtedly felt bizarre to me. Was I coming across too strongly? Was it utterly ridiculous of me to want more time with a man I didn't really know?
Honestly, it didn't feel ridiculous to me.
He sighed, the sound somewhat sad as though his thoughts were in line with mine. "I have go," he said quietly.
For a moment I briefly wondered, could that have been his wife? A girlfriend? Did he have another life he had to return to now?
"It was my work colleague. I have to go earlier than planned, and I need to go back to my hotel and change."
"Okay," I simply said.
I had no idea why I felt so … disappointed. I knew it could only be a one night thing. I knew he wouldn't be in town long.
I guessed I just wished it could continue.
When neither of us said anymore, he left the balcony.
I sighed as I put the book down and rubbed my eyes tiredly. I was being stupid. One night.
At least I'd had that one night of heaven.
He didn't come all the way out to say goodbye, but I heard the sad words he spoke before the door closed.
"Goodbye, La Mia Bella."
Leaning over the balcony, I waited for him to exit the main door downstairs.
"Goodbye, Carlisle," I all but shouted over the edge when he appeared. His head turned, and he glanced up.
A smile spread over his kind, warm features and he nodded once before hailing a cab and closing the final door on our night of bliss.