Carlisle x Bella One-Shot
For @violet-phoenix-nebula I hope I did this justice
Bella almost flinched when the door to Carlisle’s office clicked closed, leaving a faint echo in the empty Cullen house. In the dim amber light, her eyes glanced around, catching glimpses of old paintings on the wall, all horrifically beautiful in their own ways.
Everyone had gone. None of them could stand the immediate scent of the blood from a cut that left Bella’s arm gashed open. Her birthday wasn't supposed to be spent this way.
Bella trusted the Cullens, but she couldn't get their predatory stares from her mind as she lay bleeding on the floor after Jasper’s accidental outburst. Even Edward. In that moment there was no love, no care in his eyes. Just a lust for her blood.
Carlisle had been the only one. He swooped in to her rescue, her fresh blood coating his fingertips as he willed the family away and towed Bella into his office to repair the wounds, rather than run from them.
Bella swallowed hard, leaning her back against the table as Carlisle moved toward her with quiet, unhurried grace.
When his hand gently grabbed her wounded arm, Bella tried not to let out a breath, as something inside made her heart flutter.
“I didn't even want a party,” she said quietly as Carlisle began to stitch her arm. His chuckled response made her eyes raise as she clutched the fabric of his blue button-down shirt.
“It wasn't your fault. Jasper hasn't been around human blood as long as the rest of us.”
The shadows danced across the doctor's face, illuminating his golden eyes while his fingers gave a tender pull on the thread.
Bella glanced down at his hands, gentle and steady. Her stomach was in knots again, her mind beginning to race as fast as her heart. She suddenly wondered if Carlisle could pick up on the abrupt, involuntary change in her chest cavity.
Her hand fell to rest on his torso, just above his waist as Carlisle continued with professionalism. Bella peppered him with questions she had been dying to ask about his ability to harness his thirst and why he became a doctor.
Her eyes closed when his fingers tightened just a bit, cool around her arm. She barely felt any pain, just his gentle touch as he worked.
It was vulnerable words about his own damnation that snapped Bella’s eyes upward.
“Damned?” The angel of a man before her couldn't possibly think of himself that way. “You mean like hell?”
Carlisle stopped what he was doing, just for a second, and his golden eyes met hers.
A genuine heat fluttered through Bella's chest. There was something about Carlisle Cullen, right then, that hit her differently. Her fingers tightened around his shirt, grazing his hard marble body that was hidden beneath.
“Carlisle, you couldn't be damned.” Bella's voice changed just a bit and she could hardly look him in the eye. She shook her head and looked down, eyes landing on the front of his black pants for just a fleeting second. “You just couldn't.”
Desire. It had suddenly made home in her core and began to travel the length of her body, making her midsection tighten. His close proximity to her was almost too much. She had never been so intimately in his presence. Now, all she could do was focus on the flex of his shoulders beneath his shirt, the look in his eyes and his intoxicating scent. Everything about him seduced her senses.
“You've always been very gracious about us.” Carlisle's voice was slightly strained as her heart rate grew faster. He noted the sudden flush in her cheeks that swelled to a burning heat the next time he placed his hands on her.
Carlisle leaned closer, clipping the stitch as he began to secure it properly. She could feel his breath against her as he used his first two fingers to tip her chin up to look at him.
The urge to pull him closer was almost too much. Bella tried to tell herself it was misplaced desire. It was some damsel in distress response to him helping her; but in her core she knew there was more to it. Something urgent coiled in her stomach and left a heat between her legs.
Carlisle's eyes met hers from just an inch away now as he laid the final bandage on her arm.
Was this it? Bella wondered. Is my time in his office done? What am I.. feeling?
Bella's fist tightened around his shirt and she huffed a breath as a shared understanding remained in their stare.
“Your heart rate keeps going up,” Carlisle said softly. When his hand drifted up her arm to touch her face, Bella's eyes closed and she leaned into his touch.
Carlisle's thumb traced cool circles around the swell of crimson that made home on her cheek.
“I..I don't know what.. what exactly I'm..” Bella stammered on her words, simultaneously pulling Carlisle toward her, gripping his shirt so hard that she thought she might tear it.
She didn't know if she initiated it or if he did, but her lips crashed hard against his.
With one swift movement he had picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table, never breaking the kiss.
Bella moaned into his mouth, feeling the chill of his tongue balance out the warmth of her own. It ignited a brand new fire inside of her.
“Carlisle,” she gasped his name when he stepped between her parted legs and she felt his arousal for the first time.
His hands, usually careful and gentle, ran up the outsides of her thighs, pushing her dress up as his lips dipped to her neck.
Bella held him hard, gripping his back over his shirt as he began to unlatch his belt.
Is this really happening? Bella didn't question it further. She had almost died that night at the hands of ravenous vampires. She knew she owed it to herself to live in the moment. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much.
Carlisle let his hand fall between her legs as his pants fell off his waist, leaving Bella's gaze on his tented boxer-briefs.
“Look at me,” he whispered, using his opposite hand to tip her chin up again.
As Bella glanced up, she barely met his stare before her eyes closed again when his first two fingers pushed inside of her.
Bella moaned, stuttering his name but unable to get it out fully. She had never felt anything like it.
Carlisle circled his fingers and pushed in as far as he could go as Bella grasped him harder. She tried to suppress her moans through ghostly sighs, but found it impossible when he didn't let up.
“Let it all out,” he encouraged, whispered in her ear before kissing her again.
Bella moaned into his mouth and Carlisle parted his lips from hers so he could drink in her expression. Against his wrist he could feel her inner thighs begin to tremble.
“I want more of you,” she choked out with a groan when he pushed his fingers in deeper.
Carlisle captured her lips again, nudging her nose with his. “You're sure?” He asked, removing his fingers from inside of her.
“Please,” Bella whimpered, feeling empty now that he wasn't touching her.
Her eyes flickered open, and the golden stare he always had was replaced by the dark swell of desire in his pupils.
Carlisle gripped her hips with both hands and pulled her to the edge of the table, making Bella's arms instinctively grip around the back of his neck.
He pushed the fabric down of his boxer-briefs, allowing his thick, heavy cock to spring free.
Bella glanced down and back up, initiating another ravenous kiss. At the same time, Carlisle lined up at her entrance before pushing inside of her in one swift movement.
“Oh my G..” Bella mumbled the words against his lips as Carlisle held her hips steady as her lips parted. “Carlisle.. G..” she couldn't speak coherently.
He thrusted his hips forward, carefully at first, as Bella tightened around him.
Her choppy breaths landed on his neck with each pump of his hips as Carlisle held her upright on the desk.
Bella's legs wrapped around him as took every inch he had to offer.
“Let it all out,” he encouraged, latching his teeth onto her earlobe as he picked up the pace, making the desk creak with each relentless thrust.
Bella obeyed. She couldn't help it. Each crash of his hips had her seeing stars. The world might as well have disappeared outside of the walls of the office.
When he kissed more aggressively down her neck, Bella felt another wave of heat pool in her lower abdomen.
She had never had an orgasm. So, when her walls clenched tightly around him and a pleasure she had never known began to pool in her core, Bella whimpered his name in desperation.
Carlisle recognized the signs of Bella’s impending finish. The way her fingers dug into his back, the way her breaths became short-circuited and how her legs pressed firmly into the backs of his. It made him pull his face back to watch her expression as she came for him.
He never relented, pushing in and out of her at pace that left her choking out his name amidst broken moans and a curse word she couldn't hold in.
It was the feel of her pulsing orgasm against him inside of her that sent Carlisle over the edge. He followed her a second later, groaning as he gave a final thrust as deep inside of her as he could manage, burying himself inside of her.
“Carlisle..” Bella couldn't stop herself from moaning his name another time as she felt him cum inside of her. The warmth made her entire body clutch his harder and she gave a final, “Mmm,” against his ear when he gently pumped his hips a final time.
Carlisle breathed heavily, bowing his head by her shoulder as he tried to come down off the high. His post-coital sigh into the crook of her neck made Bella smile as she held him close.
Bella’s breaths came out gasps against the side of his face. When Carlisle finally pulled back to face her, he left a lazy kiss on her lips before pulling her head to his chest as he hugged her body, not separating himself from her.
She kept her eyes closed, mesmerizing the way he felt inside of her. The realization hit her and she was both anxious and aroused.
I just had sex with Edward’s father.
