Learning to Fly - Ch9

Thank you to my beta mxpi1970 and my pre readers who do an excellent job each chapter.

I own nothing, except a seriously large bill for condoms and lube. Well, the boys needed to play.

As always, all characters created and owned by Stephenie Meyer.

~xxXxx~

CHAPTER 9

EPOV

My head turned at the sound of his voice, Lauren’s gasp clearly audible as her head shot round to look at her father.

“Daddy, I -”

“How badly do you want to hurt me, sweetheart? Is breaking my heart the price for my loving Edward? Are you punishing me – is that what this is?”

Lauren’s eyes were wild, her face whiter than chalk as she took in her father’s words and the sadness in his eyes.

“Daddy, I don’t want to hurt you! Look, okay, so I didn’t sleep with Edward, Are you happy? I lied. There – I said it.”

Carlisle’s eyes closed, his head falling forward as he breathed deep, his hands on his hips. When he looked up again, his eyes found mine first before flitting back to his daughter.

“Thank you for finally telling the truth. Edward and I already knew, but we needed to hear it from you.”

Her wide eyes flicked from Carlisle to me and back again, finally settling on me.

“You knew? For how long?” She seemed to sag under the weight of this revelation, her confusion evident.

I shrugged. “Does it really matter? The main thing is that I have my memories back. I know truth from fiction and I hope, I really hope, that this is over now, Lauren. Please let your father and I be happy – I’m begging you.”

I watched the fight draining out of her as her eyes dulled. Instinctively, I reached for her, intending to offer comfort but she backed away before I could reach her. I looked at Carlisle and stepped back. Holding out his arms he held his little girl as she clung to him, her face buried in his shirt. I heard her mumble over and over again, “I’m sorry, daddy.”

I breathed a silent sigh of relief that our world could finally get back on track – we were free to move forward at last. Carlisle spoke quietly.

“Edward, I’m going to take her home. Are you okay to stay here until I get back?” I nodded.

“Of course; I’ll be here when you’re all done.”

He smiled sadly, helping Lauren over to the car and opening the door for her. I watched him, feeling the weight of his heart as this whole mess finally ended. When their taillights disappeared, I headed back inside to find Emmett chastising the pack of girls about their conduct.

“I do not tolerate bullying of any kind in my bar. If I hear of anything like that happening again you will all be barred. Do. You. Understand?”

They nodded meekly, intimidated by the big, angry bar owner, so rarely seen out from behind the bar unless there was trouble. I looked over briefly as Emmett strode back toward me, and they all averted their eyes. What a difference a warning made. Quite oddly, after all the drama, I felt like giggling. When Emm saw me he motioned me through to the back room.

“So, what happened out there, dude? Where’s Lauren?”

“Carlisle’s taken her home. She cracked, Emm, and admitted she was lying. But not before claiming to be pregnant, though.”

Emmett’s eyes bulged. “But you didn’t...?”

“No, I didn’t. She just wanted to try one last time to break up Carlisle and me. I feel bad for her; she’s going to have it rough at school with those barracudas out there. Some of them either don’t know or don’t remember that her dad was in a long term relationship with a man for years, and so she’s now getting grief about having two daddies as if it’s an entirely new situation. It’s ironic, considering how much she adored Marcus when he was alive. She told me so.”

“Dude, she’s messed up. I hope that she can start to get past this for both their sakes.”

I nodded. “So do I.”

Eyeing him closely, I noticed his eyes were a little brighter than normal and he appeared jittery. Then I remembered our conversation in the jeep that morning.

“What time are you meeting Rosalie?” Colour bloomed in his cheeks.

“At eight.” He checked his watch. “I’m so nervous! I really like her, Ed. She’s incredible, amazing... gorgeous! Oh man, two hours to go... I should get home and change.”

I laughed, knowing Emmett well.

“Why? Your outfit is clean, pressed and laid out ready. All you need is a shower and shave. Half an hour, tops.”

He shrugged, unable to dispute my accurate assessment.

“Well, it’s a concert so it’s casual dress. I told her when I rang not to choose anything formal. Not on this date at any rate.” He started bouncing on his toes, his excitement palpable. “Man, I am so pumped.”

“I couldn’t tell...” I muttered dryly, smirking as I caught his eye.

“Oh, and I bet you weren’t nervous before your first date with the dashing doctor?” He grinned victoriously.

“That was different! But, I will say that the second date is shaping up to be even more awesome.” The smile spread across my face, gloriously unrestrained. “Carlisle has a boat, and we’re going sailing for a couple of days. And this afternoon we rented a piano for his place so I can play whenever I want.”

Emmett gave me a silent, lingering look.

“A piano? Wow. Was this his idea because, dude, that’s one big gesture right there.”

I frowned, his serious expression slightly disconcerting.

“Yeah, it was his idea. He booked the appointment as a surprise and took me there to choose the one I wanted. It’s a good thing he has lots of space.”

“Yeah it is. He must really be serious about you.”

“He is; he loves me and I love him. It’s crazy, but it feels like I’ve known him for months. We had a pretty intensive start, after all.”

Emmett was quiet for a moment, his thumbnail tracing a scratch in the table leg. “How long did you say you were staying at his place for?”

“Just a few days to make sure I don’t have any more pain episodes. Then I can go home and get back to work.”

His wrist resting on his thigh, he slapped his palm down decisively. “That’s great! We’ve missed you around here.” He looked as if he wanted to add something to that, but stopped himself. “I guess it will be good to get back to your own place and get a sense of normality and routine back in your life. It’ll be like coming home from a holiday. Apart from the accident part, that is.”

I laughed. “Yeah – you’re right about that! Of course, Carlisle and I will be able to see each other on weekends and any free evenings where we’re both not working.” Emmett’s eyes widened meaningfully. “After my shift has finished, of course! His shifts are changeable, so it’s going to be a little more difficult but, like I said, there’s always weekends. Well, Sundays at least.”

Emmett looked confused.

“He sees Lauren on Saturdays.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah. But hopefully we’ll get the evening to ourselves afterward.”

“Sounds like you’re not going to be seeing each other much. I’d make the most of the next couple of days if I were you.”

“I intend to, believe me. I miss him when he leaves the room, so being apart for possibly days at a time is going to be one hell of a challenge.”

Emmett didn’t comment and I suspected he was thinking about his date in (I checked my watch) a little under ninety minutes now. We decided on discussion topics for his date in case things hit a lull; Riley brought me a juice and I downed it gratefully. A few moments later he returned, this time with Carlisle behind him. I felt a shift in the air when he appeared, my body recognising his approach and calling to him. I tried not to think about how insane it was that I wanted to touch him every minute of the day, even if it was just to brush his fingers with mine as I passed him in a room.

He saw me and took the empty chair, his hand seeking mine, our fingers clasping.

“How did it go?” I asked, sotto voce.

He sighed. “She was quiet on the drive back. I had words with Esme – she had no idea how out of hand this had gotten. Lauren’s been covering her tracks well. I love my daughter but, my god, she pushes my buttons. I never thought I’d see this side of her, ever.”

I rubbed my thumb across his in a reassuring gesture.

“I think she has surprised us all. And I take responsibility for it – let’s face it, I am the main contributory factor in all this.”

He shook his head stiffly. “It’s not your fault, Edward. I approached you; let’s not try to lay blame. I don’t regret what I did.” The slight blush on his cheek made me badly want to kiss him but I held back, conscious of Emmett nearby. Instead I raised our clasped hands to my lips and kissed the back of his knuckles, my eyes locked to his.

After a long, perfect moment he drew breath and broke the gaze, turning to Emmett.

“So, Emmett – I hear you’re going on a date tonight with Rosalie. I hope your intentions are honourable?”

Emmett paled a little until he saw the slight smile playing around Carlisle’s lips.

“I really like her, Carlisle, and I’m hoping she really likes me too.”

Carlisle leaned over and put his hand on Emmett’s shoulder. “She deserves a good man. Be that for her and we’ll have no problems.”

Emmett grinned. “Yes, sir.”

We left shortly after that, Carlisle and Emmett chatting like old friends. I felt a wave of warmth watching those two bond so easily, both relaxed and comfortable in each other’s presence. As we walked, Carlisle suggested the four of us get together in the near future, maybe go out for drinks or a home cooked meal at his place if Emmett liked the idea.

I watched Emmett gulp. “Let’s hope tonight goes okay first. Oh god, not long now. I better get home.”

Carlisle chuckled and slapped him on the back.

“It’ll be fine, trust me. Have faith - everything will work out.”

As we all left the building, I turned to Emm. “She’ll be putty when you turn on the McCarty charm. It’s never failed before, has it?”

He looked worried rather than reassured as he kicked the dirt, his thumbs in his belt loops. His body language screamed insecurity.

“I don’t want a one night stand, Ed. You know me; I want more than that with Rosalie.” His eyes found me. “I want what you and Carlisle have.”

I was overwhelmed with affection for him in that moment.

As we closed the car doors, Carlisle turned to me with a grin.

“Let’s go home and pack for tomorrow; we can make an early start.”

I returned his smile with a playful one of my own. “Well, you needn’t pack.”

He looked confused. I leaned in, my nose brushing his ear.

“I intend on keeping you naked as much as possible.” I heard his breath hitch at my intention. “Do you have a problem with that?”

He hummed his response. When the tip of my tongue tickled his ear he jerked, gasping with pleasure.

“I thought not. So – let’s go home and get started on our non-packing.”

~xxXxx~

The morning dawned clear and we were up very early and dressed quickly, Carlisle drinking his customary coffee as I drained a glass of OJ. Our bags were by the door and I was buzzing with excitement. The cups rinsed, he grabbed his keys, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Shall we?”

We hurried out of the door and headed out to the car, throwing our bags on the back seat. In the distance I vaguely heard the ringing of a telephone, but then we were off en route for our private getaway. With it being early morning, the traffic was light and in no time we pulled up at the marina. Carlisle parked in the private parking area and pointed to a beautiful cruiser that sat gleaming in the early morning light. It looked totally out of place amongst the smaller craft and I thought for a moment that he was joking; whatever it was that I had envisioned for Carlisle’s baby, this was totally not it.

“I thought you said you bought it cheap and fixed it up? I expected... well, I don’t know exactly, but... Wow.”

He smiled. “The previous owners had a party on board and there was a fire. No one was hurt, but she was badly damaged. Like I said, I bought her cheaply from the insurance company and spent my time fixing her up. I had little else to do, and she became my project. I had some help of course – I’m no carpenter, or electrician for that matter! But she was worth the time. Now she’s kitted out exactly to my own personal specifications. Come and see!”

Carrying our bags, he locked the Mercedes and led me down to the jetty. I could see the happiness on his face and I remembered that this was his escape after his bereavement – his happy place.

Across the stern, inscribed in elegant script, was the name, ‘New Beginnings’.

He unlocked the doors, deactivated the alarm system, and led me down the stairs and inside. It was beautiful, and much like a smaller version of his home. Polished wood shone in the lounge area and kitchen and, as I followed him through, I saw a remarkably spacious, yet compact, bathroom and finally, downstairs, the bedroom.

A large bed stood in the centre, dressed in shades of purple and teal. There was a wardrobe on the far side, and large mirrors on the walls, ostensibly to maximise the light from the windows opposite. I stood and stared for a few moments, just trying to take it all in.

When I turned my head to face him, he was leaning casually against the door frame, watching me.

“The mirrors are a nice touch. Something you want to tell me, Dr Cullen? Are you a kinky old man on the quiet?” I raised an eyebrow teasingly.

He walked forward and grabbed me round the waist, nuzzling my neck.

“Well, I wasn’t until I met you.”

“Is that right? So the mirrors are just to ‘add light’ are they?” I was giggling as I made air quotes in front of his face to make my point. His only response was to lightly bite my neck, my laughter tailing off into a shudder.

“Well, that was my thinking at the time, but if you have other ideas then don’t let me discourage you.” I felt his smile against my jaw and, tilting back my head, I captured his lips, my back bowing upward as my hand dug into his hair, forcing his mouth to mine. He responded, the kiss heated and almost brutal in its ferocity.

When we broke apart, it was Carlisle who stopped me from stumbling, my chest heaving for air in the awkward position my body had adopted.

He turned me to face him, holding me flush to his hot, tight body.

“So – do you like her?” His mouth was a hair’s breadth from mine once again.

“Very much,” I whispered. His lips hovered over mine, our warm breath mingling as one.

“Shall we take her out and see what she can do?” With that, his arms released me and he disappeared. I swayed for a moment on shaky legs before recovering my equilibrium, my body throbbing for him.

You have got to be kidding me.

So, while he checked the fuel level and made a few safety checks, I made myself useful, stocking the little fridge with food and unpacking the few essentials into the bathroom. As I laid out shaving equipment, deodorants and other such mundane items, I smirked when I saw that we had each packed a fresh box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

Oh, Carlisle, your ass is mine.

I heard the engine turn over and the boat shuddered into life. Abandoning my unpacking for the time being, I quickly climbed the steps on to the deck and out into the open air. Carlisle called to me from the wheel.

“You ready?”

“Let’s go!” I answered excitedly.

Having already cast off, we edged out of the mooring bay and made our way out toward open sea. The ride was smooth, and soon we had left the marina behind us. As I watched our wake growing wider, I saw Carlisle pull a pair of aviator sunglasses out of his pocket. When he slipped them on I was catapulted back to that exact fantasy from my time in the hospital. The wind ruffled his blond hair as he stood, smiling, relaxed and in complete control.

He took my breath away.

I walked up behind him, my arms encircling his waist. The sea was quiet and there were no other craft nearby on the open water. I felt like the whole world was ours and ours alone. Birds wheeled and dived, screeching loudly as they rode the air. We cut through the water effortlessly and it felt like flying. Carlisle talked me through the controls, explaining the basics to me; it looked reasonably straightforward, although more powerful than I had initially realised.

He pointed out the island in the distance that we were headed for; it would take us a while to reach it but I didn’t care about that. Out here time didn’t feel real. When he showed me on the map the stretch of water along the Sound where whales were often seen, I immediately started looking, even as he laughed and said we weren’t going to be near enough to see them.

The smell of the ocean, the roaring vibration of the engine and the immediate proximity of my lover were all combining to make this an unforgettable experience. The palms of my hands slid across his torso, grazing his nipples as I lazily stroked him through his shirt. Hidden behind dark glasses, I could only guess at whether his eyes were darkening as my hands drifted lower, sliding the fabric aside as my hands met smooth, warm flesh that jumped as I scraped my nails lightly from side to side. He couldn’t hide his heavier breathing from me as I ran my tongue slowly up his neck to the base of his jaw before returning back down, tasting the salt on his skin as I retraced my tongue’s path with open mouthed kisses. My left hand held him against my body whilst my right explored the inner slopes of his thigh, my fingers so close to his cock that I saw his grip on the wheel tighten somewhat.

As he pushed his hips into my hand I removed it, winding both arms back around his waist. I heard his deep inhalation as he steadied himself.

Two can play that game.

I slipped away, back downstairs, to finish putting clothes and essential items away. The last thing I needed was one of us tripping over stray objects just when things were (finally) getting interesting.

And they would.

I would make damn sure of that.

When I was done, I took him up a cool drink and watched as the island grew closer. I pointed with my soda can.

“How long?”

“A couple of minutes. Then we need to find a mooring spot. I thought we could explore the island a little and then get some lunch. They have a fabulous bookstore here.” He took a long pull from his can.

We waited until we could safely enter the channel, before cruising in to find a free spot. I helped with the mooring ropes and in no time we were ready to go. The island was huge and I relied on Carlisle’s knowledge to lead the way to the best spots.

We visited the bookstore last; I took far too long and spent far too much money before realising that Carlisle was nowhere to be seen. A thorough search found him buried in the art and photography section, surrounded by a stack of potential new favourites. I watched him for a moment, absorbed in the beautiful scenic photographs of rock formations and colours and I think I sighed. He looked up in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in my bag before checking the time. Clearly bookstores were every bit the same guilty pleasure for him as they were for me. Choosing a couple of new purchases, he made his way to the counter and then joined me outside in the cool air. Shifting his bag, he grasped my hand and together we walked to the restaurant for what turned out to be an early dinner, having missed lunch completely.

~xxXxx~

We left the restaurant a couple of hours later and meandered happily back down to the boat, our hands clasped, not caring who saw us this far from the mainland. Most folks were now making their way to any number of the restaurants and cafes on the island, and we found ourselves fighting against the tide of oncoming holidaymakers to get back to our craft. As soon as we were inside, Carlisle put down his books on a chair and pulled me into his arms, his lips finding mine. In between soft, languid kisses, I heard him mutter,

“Too many hours with no kisses...”

I pressed him back against the wall with my hips as his hands cupped my face to gain full access to my mouth. The kisses grew more demanding, more insistent, my breathing degenerating into panting as I ground my groin into his. I knew that if I let him he would pull away, but this time I wasn’t allowing it.

This time I needed more.

“Edward...” I shushed him, my fingers on his mouth as I shook my head. My voice was a hoarse whisper directly into his ear.

“You know what? I’ll take my chances because somewhere in the world it’s already Friday. I’m going to make love to you, Carlisle – right now. No arguments.”

Looking into his hooded, hazel eyes, I saw the fight in them eclipsed by desperate need. He acquiesced silently, allowing me to lead him to the bedroom. I closed the door and the curtains before walking back to him, my hands reaching for the bottom of his shirt even as he raised to arms to allow me to remove it. Smiling suggestively, I unfastened my buttons, displaying myself to him as I parted the fabric and let it fall. My belt was next; I slid the leather free of the buckle and popped the top button of my fly. Carlisle’s eyes were fixed on my fingers as the zipper slid down with a whirr to reveal my already hard, aching flesh. I saw his throat work.

“You’ve been walking around the whole day without underwear? And you didn’t tell me. Oh, Edward, what am I going to do with you?”

I stroked my cock, my other hand rubbing his through the cotton.

“Oh, I have an excellent idea.”

I pulled him to me, my mouth crashing into his as I shucked off my jeans. Two sets of hands fumbled to unfasten his pants, and in seconds they joined mine on the floor. I was shaking, my need for him all-encompassing. I craved him every second we were apart; when we were together I wanted to be naked with him, touching him, tasting him.

Dragging myself away from his succulent mouth, I licked down his jaw, loving his heated moan when I nipped at my favourite spot before leaving a trail of hot kisses down his throat and neck. My hands ran down his arms before sliding round to his ass; I pulled him in tightly to me and softly bit into his shoulder. With a growl his hands were suddenly in my hair, his hot breath spilling across my cheek for a split second before he kissed me forcefully, walking me backward until my legs hit the bed. We collapsed together onto the mattress, his body pinning me down as he pillaged my mouth. I could barely tell where his flesh ended and mine began; we were a mass of writhing limbs, stroking tenderly and grasping tightly, exploring and worshipping every inch we could reach without ever letting go.

He was amazing and, together, we were perfect.

I rolled him over onto his back and reached for lube. His flushed skin drove me wild with lust, his eyes dark with desire. I knew my own mirrored his in that moment. I gave him one more drugging kiss and crawled down his body to where his erection waited for the hot embrace of my mouth. As I took him in deeply, my finger slid to his perineum, enjoying his hiss of pleasure, his body jerking. I lovingly sucked his hard flesh, my hand and mouth sliding up and down his length until my hand alone continued as my mouth laved his balls, eliciting strangled whimpers of frustration. When I spread his legs his hole was waiting, and my tongue found and claimed it for my own. As I lapped at the delicate skin, Carlisle let out a desperate cry, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I explored his tight cavern. My fingers held him open, my tongue alternately flickering, lapping and probing as his body shuddered above me.

My name escaped his lips repeatedly, breathy whispers surrounding me in a warm seductive fog.

I could take no more; my cock was throbbing and I needed to be one with him again, at long last.

Ripping open the foil packet, I smoothed the condom on quickly, coating both it and my fingers with lube. Turning my attention back to his beautiful ass, I pressed in a finger, circling it round before adding a second, his pants and moans urging me on. When he accepted a third, I pulled them out and placed my cock at his entrance, the tip easing in to his tight canal. I took it slow, pulling out and then pushing back in, entering him an inch at a time until, finally, I was where I wanted to be – deep inside him, his tight, hot walls gripping me tighter than a fist.

I paused for a moment, lost in the pleasure of his most intimate embrace. I kissed him with all I had, my love for him evident in every stroke of his thigh, every flick of my tongue, every soft moan of his name. His legs tightened around my back and I started to move, taking long, slow strokes as my arms took the strain of my self-control. Gazing deep into his eyes I took my cue from the haze of pleasure I saw there. As he palmed himself, I started to pump harder, his thigh muscles tensing and flexing around me as I steadily pushed him toward release. My body was slick with sweat as the heat between us intensified; my entire world focused solely on the sensations he was providing. He kissed and stroked any part of me that he could reach, until our lips met once more.

So close to coming, I locked my arms under his knees and pulled him flush to me for the final moments. Buried to the hilt in his heat, I pounded him for mere seconds before I felt my balls contract.

“Carlisle...I’m so close...”

I heard his keening as his hand pumped frantically then stilled, his come spilling on to his stomach. As his body contracted around me I let go, releasing my pleasure inside his well used ass. For a moment I simply collapsed onto him, his come smearing my skin. When I came down, I gently pulled out of him and fetched us a warm washcloth to clean up.

His first coherent words were concern for me.

“Your head – are you okay? Tell me, please.” His hand stroked my face.

Leaning over, I kissed him tenderly before whispering,

“I’m fine. That was perfect. God, I love you.”

~xxXxx~

Learning to Fly - Ch8

So sorry for the delay in posting this – I have had two weeks without a computer and am only now able to get it typed out and ready for posting. I hope it’s worth the wait. I sincerely hope to have the next chapter ready in two weeks’ time.

Thank you to my beta mxpi1970 and my pre readers who do an excellent job each chapter.

I own nothing except Edward’s dirty mind, but Carlisle loves it so that’s okay!

As always, all characters created and owned by Stephenie Meyer.

~xxXxx~

CHAPTER 8

CPOV

Unable to settle, I gathered up laundry and loaded the machine. I checked my messages yet again.

Nothing.

He’s with Emmett. Stop worrying.

My stomach growled, reminding me that it was almost lunchtime. I sighed and went to fix a snack, not really caring what I ate.

I pushed too hard. I should have just asked if I could check in on him, or maybe let him stay with Emmett. I fucked up.

Carrying my cup of tea, I drifted into the living room and switched on some soothing music, closing my eyes to try and somehow force my mind to relax.

The phone rang; the tone was loud and shrill against the soft strains of Debussy. My eyes snapped wide open and I grabbed it from the table with undue haste. Immediately my eyes went to the name on the display.

“Edward?”

“So, is it still ok for me to stay?”

My shoulders sagged with relief. Thank you, Emmett, for whatever you said to him.

“Of course! Do you need me to come pick you up?”

The doorbell chimed and I cursed inwardly. Not now.

“Someone’s at the door. Don’t go anywhere.”

Ready to lambaste whoever it was at the door keeping me from Edward, I wrenched it open. And there he was, smiling at me hopefully, his hair like copper fire in the sunlight.

“Where else would I go?” His smile made me weak. “Carlisle, I remember. I remember everything.”

~xxXxx~

When he dropped his bag and kissed me, I swear I heard Alice saying ‘Told you so!’ in my head. As we stood kissing in the doorway, I heard the sound of his ride pulling away and looked up to see Emmett smiling at me, throwing me a cheery salute as he drove off.

Almost pulling Edward inside the door, I resisted the urge to pin him against the wall, instead grabbing his bag from the step and dropping it in the hallway. He looked around.

“It’s good to be back. The last time I was here things got a little ugly.” I winced, remembering only too well. Listening to the music drifting through from the open living room door, he ran his hand through his hair.

“I love this piece.”

“So do I. Do you play it?”

“Yeah, it’s a favourite. I learned it when I was a kid. It ... uhm... soothes me.” He sounded almost embarrassed, but having seen and heard his talent I knew that he was just being modest. I made a mental note to have him play for me again soon, although I now knew it would need to be somewhere private as I was powerless to resist him when he bared his soul through his music.

He made his way through and sat on the couch, eyeing my half-finished cup of tea and discarded apple.

“Any chance I can get one of those?” He pointed to the tea.

I nodded, retrieving my cup and making my way through to the kitchen. He followed me, commenting on the way.

“I didn’t think you drank tea – I thought you were a coffee man.”

I chuckled. “In the mornings and at work I need the jolt, but at home I need to unwind. What would you like: Lapsang Souchong, Earl Grey or English breakfast?”

He blinked. “There’s a difference?”

I laughed at his expression, his frown causing adorable little furrows between his eyes.

“Yes, indeed there is! I’ll fix you a cup of English breakfast.” As I poured two fresh cups I saw him watching me intently out of the corner of my eye. I raised a questioning eyebrow, not looking at him. “What?”

He blushed. “Nothing... just remembering, that’s all.”

Putting down the kettle, I turned to him then, crossing the small space to reach out and clasp his arms, running my hands up and over his shoulders, feeling the firm muscles beneath.

“Just hearing you say that makes me so happy for you, and for us. How did it happen?”

He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, not breathing, before looking at me again, exhaling hard.

“Something Emmett said... about Lauren. He made a comment about her walking in on us – he didn’t know about that – and suddenly I was telling him about it. I’m still a little muddled, but,” he shrugged, “everything appears to be there. But most importantly,” his hand splayed over my neck, his thumb lightly caressing along my jawbone, “I remember meeting you and coming back here. I had never wanted anyone more than I wanted you. It was the best night of my life; I can finally tell you that. You changed my life that night.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Hearing him say the words that I myself wanted so badly to express made me light headed. He breathed deep before continuing.

“We’ve been through more in eight days than most couples should ever have to face. It feels like I’ve known you for months; we just ... fit. It’s so easy with you and I think that was what scared me when I was trying to remember us. How we hadn’t even dated, and yet it felt so familiar, so right. I don’t know if you understand what I’m trying to say.”

I nodded.

“I think I do.” My voice sounded rough, and I took a second to find the words, to share them with him.

“When you were brought into that hospital and Emmett told me who you were, I thought I was drowning. I-I couldn’t find a way to anchor myself to you; I wasn’t your doctor, I couldn’t help...” My fists clenched involuntarily. “I just had to stand on the sidelines while Alice and Rose kept me informed about your condition. I was so useless, overwhelmed with fear...”

My voice tailed off and I forced myself to continue. “I thought I was going to lose you, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it!” I choked, my emotions building; tears threatened as I unwillingly relived my night of personal hell. I felt his warm hands cradle my head against his, our foreheads touching as I struggled to hold myself together.

“And you’ve been dealing with this all on your own? Carlisle, you don’t always have to be the strong one. It’s okay to ask for help.”

He pulled me close and I relaxed into him, my tears of relief soaking his shoulder as my walls finally crumbled, safe in his arms.

~xxXxx~

When I had composed myself I stood at the window and drank my cooling tea. I could see Edward’s reflection behind my own; his arms holding me loosely round my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. Looking at us in the window, he asked me the easiest question anyone had ever asked me.

“So, shall I put my bag in your room or a guest room?”

“You really need to ask?”

“I hoped not, but it’s rude to assume.”

I chuckled. “Let’s get you unpacked.”

I picked up his bag and we climbed the stairs hand in hand until we reached my door. Pushing it open, I saw Edward smile contentedly.

“Now this I remember.” He winked at me and I flushed with pleasure. Sitting down on the bed his green eyes shone, his voice both cajoling and bewitching.

“Can we just lie here for a little while? I know I need to rest like you said and I just want to be close to you.”

“Anything for my favourite patient.” I kicked off my shoes and joined him on the bed, nestling my head into the pillow and holding out my arm. Edward crawled over to me on his hands and knees, laying down beside me and sliding my head onto his chest. His fingers slid into my hair and he played with the strands, running them through his fingers hypnotically. I could feel my eyes getting heavy as I slipped into a trance like state, lulled by his actions.

“Perfect,” he murmured, almost to himself.

I tilted my head back to look at him and he kissed my frown lines, his hand not stopping its movements as he continued talking.

“The first time I stayed here, I woke with you lying like this. I’d never felt so happy and so terrified at the same time.” I looked at him, confused, and he smiled. “I thought that maybe I was a one night stand and you’d forget me just as easily. Don’t worry; I know now I was totally wrong. But I just...”

When he paused, I shifted to face him fully.

I saw his internal struggle before he spoke again, not meeting my eyes, the words seeming difficult for him.

“I wanted you to know that I love you.” His eyes finally met and held mine.

“I love you, Carlisle.”

My breath left me in a whoosh as his words sank in, words I had longed to hear. Leaning in to brush my lips against his, I whispered simply,

“I love you more.”

His nose touched mine, his eyes speaking volumes as I knew mine did. When he finally spoke again, his voice was gruff.

“I want to make love to you, Carlisle, so very much. I need to be as close to you as I possibly can; I don’t care about concussion – I need you.”

My heart rate sped up at the rawness of his plea. So help me, all I wanted to do was rip off my clothes and lie back, letting him fill me until I was incoherent with pleasure. Common sense had to join forces with my medical brain and step in and stop me before I complied with my fantasy right then and there.

“Soon, love, soon. Just a couple of days to recuperate and then, I promise you, I am all yours, however you want me.”

My voice shook a little, growing huskier as desire crept in. As I watched, his eyes darkened, the dark depths of his pupils eclipsing the green. His hand left my hair and moved tantalisingly slow until he was feeling my ass through my pants, kneading and massaging the flesh while pulling my body flush against his. Hitching my leg across his, he rested it over his thigh, giving his hand more room to manoeuvre as his fingers gripped and caressed the firm muscle. His hand slipped down, glancing over my balls firstly with a teasing touch and then a more deliberate caress. My body was responding rapidly; my shaft swelling and lengthening and I shifted uncomfortably even as I pushed back against his questing fingers. His nose nuzzled into my hair, his quiet words holding so much promise.

“Okay, so no exertion, I get that. But this isn’t physically demanding, is it? Just a harmless cuddle with the man I love?”

His rhythmic stroking felt so good that I was rocking into his hand in silent encouragement. His wicked whispers continued unabated.

“And, if I were to ask you to unbuckle your pants and slide them down, that wouldn’t over exert me either, so I think you should do that, don’t you?”

My shaking hands found my belt and zipper and I fumbled them open, kicking the fabric down my legs, my underwear tangled up inside. I resumed my position, my leg crooked over his. His warm hand stroked my bare skin, sending shivers up and down my spine. I hummed with pleasure as he sensually caressed my ass and thighs, avoiding my exposed and aching cock and balls. I was startled to feel his fingers flutter into my crease and I gasped aloud when he skimmed my hole, gliding away quickly. It was no accident however, as seconds later his fingertips ghosted over it again pausing just a fraction longer to circle the sensitive opening before he move to cup my balls, high and tight from his attentions.

“Edward...” I moaned, feeling certain he would touch my swollen cock at any moment and anticipating his firm grasp on my excited flesh.

When he stopped all movement I almost whimpered with disappointment. Looking at him I saw a crooked smirk flash across his face before he hid it, and I wondered exactly what his game was. He raised an eyebrow, his smile barely contained behind his mock serious expression.

“As I need to rest, I’m afraid that I can only lie here. That leaves you in a bit of a predicament, doesn’t it? So what if I was to slide down this bed a little, get nice and comfortable, and open my mouth? Do you think you could use it for your own means? I hate to see you all frustrated.” His grin almost broke and he bit his lip to hide it before he continued.

“And I’m pretty sure it would mean minimal exertion for me. After all, I’m following doctor’s orders.”

Leaning over him I saw his eyes dancing with mischief as he stared up at me.

“Well, Edward, if you want me to fuck that dirty little mouth of yours I think I need to clean it thoroughly first.” My lips crushed his, our tongues each reaching out blindly to the other as I pinned him to the pillow in my desire. Hearing his low moan, I silently chalked up a point to me in this game of tease. As soon as the kiss broke he winked at me and slid down the bed until his face was level with my aching cock. Then, as promised, he opened his mouth, curling his tongue suggestively.

Reaching over, I grabbed my pillow and placed it under his head and neck before touching the tip of my cock to his parted lips, painting a trail of pre come all around them like lip gloss. I watched his tongue flicker out to taste and I pulled back and waited. When he opened his mouth wider, I sank my cock a little at a time into the warm, wet cavern so eagerly presented to me. Stroking along the roof of his mouth, I edged slowly deeper. I watched him resist the urge to suck, allowing me into the opening of his throat, gagging slightly at the intrusion. I pulled back before slipping in again, gliding over his tongue and farther down. This time he knew what to expect and swallowed around me.

My boy’s a fast learner!

I started to thrust, gently at first, into his welcoming warmth, building up to a more demanding rhythm as my need to possess him took over. I felt the sweat bead on my forehead as I forced myself to control my movements, to not hurt him in my eagerness. My hands gripped the bed head tightly, and in my haze I barely registered the click until I felt wet fingers circling my hole, one pressing into me, penetrating the tight ring of muscle. The shock of pleasure was so unexpected that I faltered in my movements, shuddering as a second finger slid in taking full advantage of my distracted state. As he started to pump his fingers into my tightness I let my body take over, fucking his eager mouth with abandon, until his questing digits danced across my gland repeatedly as he enjoyed my laboured gasps of ecstasy. The combination of his talented fingers and hot mouth was too much and I barely had time to warn him before I pulled out and came all over his neck and chest, one last weak jet landing on his cheek and sliding down like a silvery tear.

His fingers slipped out of my ass and I all but collapsed next to him, kissing him gratefully, tasting my own come on his lips. He returned the kiss with fervour, pressing his erection into my stomach and reminding me that he was as yet unsatisfied, having put my pleasure before his own. He ripped off his shirt, unfastening his pants with indecent haste as I pulled them from his body. Kissing my way down his chest, I ran my nails down his sides, loving the way his body juddered under my hands, his cock jerking pleadingly toward me. I ignored it, instead sucking his turgid nipple into my mouth whilst my forefinger and thumb pinched its twin, my teeth grazing along his stiffened peak as I enjoyed his muffled grunts. Looking up I saw the cords stand out in his neck as he gritted his teeth, his whole body tensing. My tongue painted a trail down to his heaving stomach, tracing the definition I found there, until I reached his twitching cock, a pool of fluid already forming beneath it.

When I parted his thighs I heard him grit his teeth as he fought to maintain control.

“Carlisle, please, I need your mouth on me...” His words were cut off by a guttural groan of appreciation as I engulfed him in my mouth. Gathering some of his copious fluid, I applied a feather light touch to his twitching entrance. It opened to me willingly and a fingertip slipped inside, just enough to trigger hot sparks of pleasure to spike under his skin. As I sucked him hard, I worked my finger in and out until Edward’s foot was paddling the sheet, his hips thrusting up to meet me as he neared the point of no return. My finger circled and glanced his sweet spot, once, twice... his desperate cries grew louder, almost animalistic in their intensity as my tongue swirled around his cock head, focusing on the pleasure point just underneath.

“Can’t... hold... on...” he rasped, and one last stroke of my finger over his gland elicited a cry of surrender as he exploded in my mouth, his cock jerking long after he had emptied his balls into my throat.

As I sprawled next to him, both of us replete, he stared earnestly into my eyes.

“I don’t know how I could ever have forgotten that, but I’ll tell you this much – the next time I come I want to be buried in your ass.”

Goosebumps flared across my skin at his verbalisation of my thoughts.

“Yes, Edward. Oh God, yes.”

~xxXxx~

We lay there for a couple of hours, not talking, just holding each other close. While Edward slept, I went over my plans to take him shopping that afternoon. I had had an idea and I hoped he would be as keen as I, although I strongly suspected some heavy duty persuasion may be required on my part. I already knew that Edward didn’t like anything he considered ‘charity’, but this would be as much for me as it was for him.

Ever since hearing him play Irina’s piano, I had been obsessed with hearing him play again. I had looked into local piano rentals and found a place that both rented and sold second hand.

He’s only staying here a couple of days.

The little voice in my head nagged at me. I knew that he hadn’t initially wanted to stay but thankfully had changed his mind. I knew there was room in my house for a piano and I hoped that Edward would want to play. I couldn’t deny that I also hoped it meant that he would stay over too.

I felt him stir, his head rolling back toward me. His bruise was now a rainbow of colours, the purple having given way to greens and dirty yellows, the wound healing well.

After we had cleaned up and had a bite to eat, I drove us to the store I had tracked down that morning after I dropped Edward at Emmett’s. Anticipation mixed uneasily with my butterflies as I parked down the street so as not to spoil the surprise. We walked slowly, Edward’s interest piqued when I wouldn’t say where we were going. As we approached the store he displayed no recognition until he saw the sign outside; he froze, staring first at the lettering and then at me, uncomprehendingly. I tugged his hand gently, pulling him to the door to look inside at the variety of instruments displayed within.

“But... what?” His face was perplexed, his hand in his hair. “Carlisle, what are we doing here?”

“You said your mom used to rent a piano for you to practice. I thought that was a great idea, and after hearing you play at the restaurant...” I watched his face as he blinked and swallowed hard. “You have to be able to play, Edward. You have such a gift, and I for one, need to hear your music.”

“But – I have nowhere to put a piano.” His face was full of longing, tinged with sadness. He shook his head. “It’s a dream, Carlisle, nothing more, a glimpse into what I can’t have.”

“But you can have it, my love. I have plenty of space, and you are welcome to come and play as often as you want, whenever you want.”

“But our work schedules... I work evenings, so when I’m home you’ll be at the hospital. It’d be like showing a kid a new toy and then locking it in the shed. When would I get to play it?”

I reached over and stroked his face, smiling.

“You’ll have a key. It will never be locked away out of your reach. Now, I called ahead and booked an appointment so shall we go in and take a look?”

He was silent for the longest moment and then he nodded. I let him open the door, entering the grand store that smelled of wood and polish. I listened to him as he discussed the merits of each of the second hand models, the vibrancy of their tone and the quality of the craftsmanship. The owner took his time, encouraging Edward to sit at those he favoured, to try them and see which suited him. He played snippets of music on each one, enough to make me want to hear much more. I noticed that he had returned to the same one three times and was stroking the wood longingly, but had yet to enquire about the price. I drifted over to his side and whispered,

“Is this the one?”

He swallowed thickly, nodding silently. Approaching the owner, I made discreet enquiries as to the rental costs and the duration of the maximum permissible period. The man was very helpful and accommodating, giving me a month’s trial rental at a very affordable price. I also asked if the piano could be purchased should it prove suitable. The price was steep, but not unreasonable, and I promised to get back to him before the rental period expired. After arranging delivery, I turned back to Edward who was completely absorbed, playing quietly amongst the beams of late afternoon sunlight filtering through the side windows, and my heart clenched with a love I had never again expected to feel.

When we back in the car and heading home, Edward spoke.

“I want to pay for it. I make enough to cover the rental, I think.”

Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn’t, but I knew that arguing would be fruitless. I had persuaded him to keep it at my house, and so if he wanted to pay then I had to let him, for the sake of his pride.

“Alright - it’s a deal.”

He looked surprised, as if worried I would insist on paying.

“I do have one stipulation though. Let me cover the first month’s rent, and then you can take over.” Seeing him about to argue, I held up my hand. “Hear me out. You need a car, and I suspect you need that more urgently at this point in time. Put the money toward that and get yourself mobile. Deal?”

He smiled ruefully.

“I guess you’re right. As soon as I’m allowed to drive I’ll get Emmett, and we’ll go car shopping. No point having a piano if I can’t get to it in the first place, huh.”

I chuckled.

“Absolutely; so, the piano is being delivered on Saturday, and so that gives us a couple of days to fill until then. How do you feel about a trip on the boat?”

His eyes widened. “Seriously?”

I laughed at his excitement.

“Seriously! Let’s pack a few essentials and go away for a day or two. We can stay out if you’d like to. Sleeping on a boat is so restful – plus we can go further out if we don’t have to get back for nightfall.”

His face shone like a child’s. He turned to me excitedly.

“Can we go to the bar tonight? Please? I want you to meet Emmett properly when you’re both not worrying about me.” His grin lit his face. “And if we go now it won’t be too busy...” his voice was cajoling and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sure we can. But you have to tell me if you get any headaches or pain, okay? Promise me?”

His face was serious for a moment.

“I promise. Now, you do realise that it’s Wednesday night and, traditionally, this means we should be spending the evening lusting after each other across a crowded room?”

Slowing at the lights, I looked over at him.

“Oh, I’ll still be lusting after you, I can guarantee you that.”

~xxXxx~

EPOV

Truth be told, I was stunned when Carlisle rented the piano. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any more perfect he upped the ante once again.

But I couldn’t take his money. It wasn’t right. Somehow, between the rent on the apartment, buying a car and day to day living, I would find a way to pay for it. Just having it housed at Carlisle’s place was almost too much to accept; I wouldn’t take advantage of him like that. It wasn’t my style.

I was excited that he and Emmett were finally going to meet properly; my best friend and my boyfriend, both equally important to me in their own ways. I hoped that they would bond as I needed them both so much.

The parking area at McCarty’s was quiet, and Carlisle nosed the Mercedes into a spot across from the doors. As he killed the engine I looked over at him.

“Nervous?”

He let out a half laugh. “Little bit, yeah.”

“You’ll be fine. Emm is protective, but he knows you already and trusts you. You should be safe enough.” I laughed dryly. As we walked in he excused himself and went off to the downstairs bathroom, leaving me to go find my friends. As usual it was too early for the crowds and so Riley was alone, wiping down the bar top as I walked over.

“How’s it hanging, Rile?”

His face split into a grin as he looked over and saw me.

“Edward! Man, is it good to see you! You’re not here to work, are you?”

I shook my head.

“Not quite yet, but soon hopefully.” I looked around and spotted a group of regulars and in the far corner a group of girls who appeared to be staring at Riley and plucking up the courage to speak to him. I pulled up a stool and ordered a soft drink.

“No Emmett tonight?”

“Oh, he’s here! He’s out back doing the books until it gets busy later. Want me to give him a shout?”

I smiled. “In a minute, Riley – I’m just waiting for someone.”

He slid over my juice and I took a sip, turning just in time to see a stunning brunette pulling out the stool next to me.

I smiled at her as she blatantly ogled me, her eyes sweeping over me like a Geiger counter over a radiation leak.

“Are you waiting for me? I’m Tina. Say, don’t you usually work the bar here? You shouldn’t be all on your lonesome. If you’d like some company then I’m right here.”

She fingered the stem of her wineglass in an overtly sexual gesture, and I raised an eyebrow at her blatant proposition. She couldn’t be more than 18 or 19, and very aware of her beauty. Her long, tanned legs were crossed and her short, pink dress scarcely kissed her thighs. Her breasts were barely concealed and, although I found them visually appealing, I had no interest in taking her home with me, which was clearly what she was angling for.

One thing working a bar had taught me was that women were suckers for a bartender. I had no idea why, but it had worked in my favour on many an occasion. Unfortunately for her, this time I had no interest in what she was offering.

“Uh, sorry, sweetheart, but I’m with someone so this really isn’t appropriate. You seem like a really sweet girl and it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’m spoken for.”

I naively expected her to leave and return to her friends, but to my surprise she stayed, her hand straying to my wrist, her thumb rubbing circles over my pulse point. Not wanting to appear indecorous, I gently stilled her hand and removed mine from the bar. She really wasn’t getting the hint, and I was becoming a little annoyed.

“Please, I said I’m waiting for someone.” I kept my smile in place.

I looked over to Riley and nodded to the back room. He understood my gesture and disappeared to fetch Emmett from the office.

Tina’s hand had now strayed onto my thigh, and I knew I had to put a stop to this right now, but I was loath to make a scene where I worked. I gripped her wrist tightly and removed her hand and she frowned, leaning in to me.

“I could make you want me, baby,” she purred into my ear. “I could make you forget all about that other guy and turn you back to girls. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll make you forget your own name.”

As she was speaking, all I could see was Carlisle, the touch of him, the taste of him, his voice and his smile.

Oh sweetheart, you are so wasting your time here. That man owns me til the end of time. Wait a minute – how does she know about Carlisle? Has she seen us out together? Well, it won’t matter in a minute or two.

Emmett appeared and took in the scene before him with a frown.

“Dude, can I talk to you for a minute?”

I nodded, standing up from the stool.

“Sorry, Tina, this is business.”

Her face clouded and I could have sworn I heard her mutter “pussy” under her breath. I could hear the whispers from the girls in the corner of the room, and I wondered if I had been the subject of a bet or a dare. Clearly Tina would be paying the forfeit if that was the case.

Moving to the far end of the bar, Emmett stepped out from behind the mahogany.

“Ed, you do know that girl is a friend of Lauren’s, right?”

“Are you sure?” I was taken aback and starting to realise where Tina had gotten her information.

“They’ve been here every night so far this week, the nights you usually work. I didn’t know they were in already tonight. If you’d called I could’ve warned you.”

“I didn’t think. I wanted you and Carlisle to meet properly, away from the hospital and so this was a spur of the moment thing. He’ll be here in a second, he’s just downstairs.”

Emmett grinned. “Sure, I’d love to shake the hand of the man who makes my friend smile like that. You do know that your whole face lights up when you say his name? It’s kinda cute, in a manly way of course.”

I cuffed him playfully. “So can you spare a few minutes from your hectic schedule to have just one drink with us? You can tell us how your date went with Rosalie.”

“You bet. By the way, have you told Riley yet? I think you’re going to shock that poor boy.”

I shook my head.

“I’ll be gentle with him, I promise. I’ve just got him working my way; I can’t be doing with having to train someone else!”

Emmett’s loud laugh echoed around the room and he went back behind the bar. As I returned to my seat, to my dismay, Tina tried one last time to seduce me. If anything, her dress was now even lower over her perky breasts and she pushed her arms together to emphasise them as she leaned in to me, her cloying perfume clogging my nose.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you?” Her face suddenly dropped as lips pressed against my uninjured temple, a warm hand clasping mine. I turned to him like a plant to sunlight, smiling up at him as he pulled over a seat, never letting go of my hand.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Riley’s expression which, in a different time and place, would have been truly comical.

Tina’s eyes flitted from one to the other, her lips moving but nothing coming out.

But then the ball dropped.

“She never said you were with him! She said you were telling yourself you were gay now and playing around with some guy, but she never said who it was! Oh, this is priceless!”

Carlisle looked up from ordering his drink. I heard the whispering grow louder from the corner of the room and I turned to see Lauren, now visible without her wall of friends for protection. Her face was ashen, and at that moment I realised that her plan all along was to try and make me cheat on Carlisle, or better still, leave him. That way her friends would never find out who I left her for and her precious reputation would still be intact.

She set me up again. No wonder she’s here so often; she’s been biding her time until I showed up, but she got more than she bargained for when Carlisle came with me. And now her friends all know the truth. I’m sorry, Lauren, but this is for keeps. You need to come to terms with that.

I saw that Carlisle was upset, but there was nothing I could say to make him feel any better. In trying to hurt me, she had succeeded in hurting both her father and herself instead, and now the truth had finally been exposed to her little pack; those girls had been scenting the air like wolves just waiting for the full story to break.

I could hear the childish taunts already coming from the table, despite their ages, and with a sob Lauren scraped back her chair and made for the door. Before she reached it, however, a voice called out from the pack:

“Hey, Lauren, what’s it like having two daddies now? Do you get twice the pocket money?”

She turned to look at me and I jumped down from the stool to go after her, catching up with her as she stepped outside. She spun to face me, her eyes unrepentant, even in defeat.

“I just don’t understand how you could do this to me, after all we meant to each other! I thought you loved me, Edward!”

“I cared about you, Lauren, I still do. But the lying has to stop now.”

“But we slept together!” Her voice was smug as she threw what she assumed was a fait accompli in my face.

“No, we didn’t! Just admit it, Lauren!”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you - me letting you off the hook to go and screw my dad? Well it doesn’t change the facts, Edward. You slept with me and now my period is late, so who’s lying now?”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“Then you need to see a doctor, sweetheart.” Carlisle’s voice came from the dark doorway behind us. Would you like me to take you to the hospital and run a sonogram? We can soon sort this whole mess out.”

~xxXxx~