Chapter Thirteen

Vanessa sat there for hours. Every once in a while, her dad would wake up to eat or get a drink. He was disgruntled about having her feed him, but she'd take no objections.

She watched her dad sleep, looking at the clock and seeing it was already eight p.m.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly. Who knew just sitting that long could make someone feel so exhausted?

She was in the process of feeding her dad yogurt when someone knocked at the door.

Her heart thrummed when she saw Carlisle walk through the door. He was wearing all black. She lifted her eyebrows at his black dress clothes.

Damn, he looks good. She thought. The dark clothes only brought out the paleness of him, making him stand out and look ethereal.

"How are you feeling, sir?" Carlisle asked, walking up to her dad and picking up his clipboard, his golden eyes flicking over his charts.

"I'm sore as hell—I feel like I've been beaten half to death..." he grumbled. "and what's worse is my own child is insisting on feeding me like a baby."

"Dad, you're right handed and you broke your right hand," Vanessa pursed her lips. "It's better if I do it-"

"Yeah, yeah," he groaned as she held up a spoon full of yogurt, making him sigh as she put it in his mouth.

"He feels well enough to complain," Vanessa smirked at Carlisle. "I think he'll be just fine."

"Don't be a smartass," her dad grumbled, smiling at her as he took another bite of yogurt.

Carlisle chuckled, flashing her a stunning grin and a small wink.

Her heart jumped.

"Well, I am glad to hear it," he smiled. "everything looks good. Vanessa, have you ate since this morning?" he asked, giving her a concerned expression.

Could he hear her stomach or something?

"No, I kept trying to get her to eat some of my food, but she wouldn't," he dad cut in for her. "I also told her to leave and go get food, but she wouldn't do that either."

"I think you should get something to eat. It's been hours since you've ate," Carlisle said worriedly.

"But...I didn't wanna leave dad alone," Vanessa said sadly.

"Vanessa, I'm a grown man. Just go eat, it'll make me feel better," her dad said, rolling his eyes. "besides, visiting hours are over soon. At least get something when you leave."

"I'm not leaving," Vanessa said, startled. "I was just going to stay the night here with you-"

"No," her dad said firmly. "you've already missed enough school. Go home and go to school tomorrow and this week."

"No, I'm-"

"This is non-negotiable girl," her dad said sternly, cutting her off. "I mean it. I know you're an adult, but I'm telling you to do it."

"But..."

"No buts!" her dad said. "I'll be fine."

"..."

Vanessa sighed. She knew it was a losing battle.

"Fine, but I'm coming to see you this week."

"Good," her dad smiled, looking at her irritated face and chuckling.

Carlisle walked around the bed, smiling at her as he pulled a chair up next to her and sat down. He reached over, grabbing her hand and lacing her fingers through hers.

She blushed furiously, embarrassed that her dad was in there, even though it didn't get much more innocent than holding hands.

He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, and she could almost feel his thoughts.

I missed you.

Her dads eyes trailed down to their interlaced hands. She flushed as he looked away, rolling his eyes and giving a small smile.

"Well, excuse me for interrupting," he laughed. "maybe I should leave?"

"Dad!" Vanessa complained while Carlisle and him chuckled.

"So Carlisle, how did you manage to become a successful doctor so soon?"

Vanessa didn't even bother, she just put her head in her hand and groaned.

"Well, I graduated from high school two years early, then I began schooling at Stanford University," he smiled. "I graduated with honors, and I was top of my class."

Her dads eyebrows raised, looking impressed.

"That is impressive. You must have been practicing medicine for a little under a year," her dad nodded. "I graduated with honors at NYU. Of course, that was many years ago. It's where I met Vanessa's mother." he smiled, nodding his head towards her.

"Yes sir," he smiled, giving Vanessa a wink when he was looking at her. "Vanessa told me about her mother. I'm terribly sorry for your loss."

Her dad sighed. "It happened sixteen years ago," he smiled bitterly. "Being a young, single dad with no clue was the hardest. I was terrified I'd raise her wrong. I may admit, I raised her the only way I knew how...basically like a boy." he chuckled, making Vanessa's mouth fall open.

"What?" her dad asked, looking at her expression. "I'm sure he's noticed how vulgar and rowdy you can get. Oh, how soon we forget getting suspended from school for fighting." he raised his eyebrow, making Vanessa shrink in her seat when Carlisle looked over at her.

"Some girl made some comment or another, and Vanessa lay her flat," her dad chuckled, shaking her head. "girl deserved it, but I punished her nonetheless. But at the same time, I was proud I had a daughter that could stick up for herself. I can say that now, but I punished her for it then."

She called me fatass...Vanessa thought bitterly. It had happened Freshman year.

"Oh really?" Carlisle asked, his eyes sparkling at her as he flashed a smile.

He's enjoying this.

"Yeah, apparently, the girl didn't even fight back...she just fell on the ground and burst into tears," her dad chuckled. "I think her father was embarrassed, to be honest."

Carlisle was laughing, and Vanessa just grumbled silently.

"Don't worry, her rebellious days are over," her dad chuckled. "despite how she dresses."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Vanessa grumbled, almost certain her dad was trying to embarrass her.

"Any other fists fights?" Carlisle asked jokingly, raising an eyebrow at her.

"If there are, I don't want to know about it," he rolled his eyes, chuckling as a nurse came in.

"Excuse me, visiting hours are over," she informed, keeping her gaze on Carlisle.

Vanessa shifted uncomfortably as the young, thin nurse practically undressed him with her eyes as they stood.

She felt something unknown travel through her.

Jealously.

She leaned down, kissing her dad goodbye, then she weaved her arm through Carlisle's, pressing herself into his side.

He raised his eyebrows, sliding an arm around her shoulders.

Vanessa glared at the shocked nurse.

The nurse gave her a bitchy look and left.

"What a cunt..." Vanessa muttered.

"What's that baby?" her dad asked, looking confused.

"Oh – er, nothing dad," Vanessa mumbled. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, but go to school," he pointed out.

"I know. I love you."

"Love you too pumpkin."

"Feel better sir," Carlisle said warmly, making Vanessa's heart flutter. He hadn't even looked at that nurse.

"Alright, thank you again. Take care of my girl while I'm here," her dad smirked at her.

"Dad!" she hissed, for what must have been the millionth time.

"I will," Carlisle chuckled as they walked towards the door, waving goodbye as they left.

Was it her imagination, or was Carlisle two seconds away from just picking her up and running down the hallway? He was walking incredibly fast.

"Carlisle – what?" she asked as he walked by the elevators, opening the stairwell.

"Elevator will take too long. Too many people waiting," he said quickly, pulling her down the stairs.

"Is – is there a particular reason we're running like a cheetah is on our heels?" she asked as the reached the bottom and walked outside.

He didn't answer, quickly walking her towards the back of the parking lot where her car sat. As soon as they approached it, in a flash, she was pinned against the side of the car and his lips were on hers.

"mmmphh!" she muffled out in shock as he clutched her hip with one hand, shoving his spare in her hair and pulling her to him.

What the hell? She thought, shocked. Not the she cared, seeing as suddenly Carlisle was all over her.

He shoved his tongue in her mouth, making a muffled moan come out. He ran his hand from her hair, down her back. Both his hands were on her lower back, and suddenly, he reached down, firmly grabbing her backside, and pulling her body flush against his.

She practically squealed in his mouth as she heard a deep growl in his chest.

He broke away from her mouth as she sucked in air, kissing down her neck as he squeezed at her behind aggressively.

"Car – Carlisle?" she gasped out, clutching his shoulders.

"I missed you—so much," he ground out, nibbling at her neck and making her gasp. "and when you got jealous over me...it was so sexy." he growled out, pulling her sharply against him as her eyes widened, feeling a hard mass pressing into her stomach.

Her mouth slightly dropped, never seeing this side of Carlisle before. She...liked it. He was sexy, raw, and feral. The way he kissed her and held her desperately made her feel like he'd die if he let go.

She felt like he needed her, in every way possible.

He growled in her neck, pulling away and stepping back.

She flushed, panting as she leaned against the car.

He looked at her with black eyes. And despite the color, she could see lust clouding every part.

"Someone's walking nearby," he whispered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he clenched his fists.

She calmed her breathing and looked at him as he opened his eyes, revealing amber orbs once again.

"We should get back," he said quietly, walking up to her and pressing a long, firm kiss to her mouth.

Her knees shook.

Damn, this man was going to kill her. She still felt desire rolling in her veins, but she knew nothing could be done about it.

"Let's go back," he whispered against her face, smiling.

"Okay..." she answered quietly, smiling as he pulled back and grabbed the door handle, letting her into the passenger seat.

Her heart was still racing as he climbed into the drivers seat.

He smiled over at her as he started the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

"So, I was wanting to ask you something," he smiled over at her, grabbing her hand.

Her heart jumped.

Jesus, when did she get so jumpy?

"What's that?"

"Well, everyone is gone tonight. They've all went hunting and won't be back until morning," he smiled over at her. "I was wondering if you'd like to come to my house tonight?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Tonight? Like, spend the night?"

"Yes." he winked.

"...but, you don't sleep. Do you even have a bed?" she asked, her face flushing.

"Yes, I have one that's never been used. Alice decorated the entire house," he chuckled, shaking his head. "It's a king bed with silk sheets, I think you'd find it agreeable."

Vanessa thought for moments. It occurred to her that she'd never even seen Carlisle's bedroom. Her heart raced at the thought.

"Sure, I'd like that," she smiled.

"I'm glad," he smiled, pulling up her hand and kissing it.

She smiled at him. "Can I turn the radio on?"

"Of course baby. It's your car," he smiled, "listen to whatever you want. I put some of my CD's in the glove compartment, if you're interested."

"Okay," she smiled, reluctantly letting go of his hand and opened the glove box, pulling out a small, black, CD case.

"Let's see...Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart...Red Hot Chili Peppers?" she asked, a huge smile erupting on her face as he chuckled. "That's quite the radical change." she laughed, flipping through more classical music albums.

"I told you I do like alternative rock," he smiled.

"It seems you prefer classical, though," Vanessa pointed out, smiling at a Deftones CD.

"Yes, I studied music before becoming a doctor," he smiled.

"...Did you really? What instruments did you play?" she asked, intrigued.

"You name it, I can probably play it to some degree," he winked. "But, I must admit I excelled mostly in piano and the violin."

"I can play one song on the guitar," Vanessa smiled sheepishly. "I have no patience."

"Yes, you need patience to learn and instrument...humans more so than us," he chuckled. "Perhaps I can teach you to play the piano?"

"I don't know if you can tolerate me. I get all fussy and huffy."

"Sounds very cute to me."

"It's annoying, I promise," she laughed, pulling out the Red Hot Chilli Peppers CD and putting it in.

She smiled as, 'Soul To Squeeze.' starting playing.

"You could never annoy me baby," he smiled at her, making her flush again.

She'd actually started to not blush around him as much. But since her realization, she found herself doing it more and more. Surely, he noticed? Could he possibly figure out she was in love with him? What if he figured it out, and didn't feel the same way?

What if he freaked out?

"I was wondering...what do you see in me Carlisle?" she asked hesitantly, looking out the window.

"What do you mean?" he asked quietly, and she felt him looking at her.

She sighed. "What I said...I just don't get it. I mean, you're so..." she trailed off, flushing again. "I mean, we're so different. I just – I see you being with some classy, sophisticated woman. It's just – are you sure I'm what you want?"

"I'm sure. I'm more than sure—I'm positive," he said resolutely, but she continued looking away.

If he wasn't, she needed to know NOW. Before she fell even deeper...

"I-If you aren't, you can tell me..." she trailed off quietly. "just tell me. I need to know now-"

Her eyes widened as he slowed down, pulling off on the side of the road.

"Look at me."

She bit her lip, looking down at her lap. She felt his fingers under her chin, and she didn't stop him when he turned her face to look at him.

She gasped. His golden eyes were pained, his handsome face furrowed into a look of confusion.

"Vanessa, you're more than I could have ever asked for," he said slowly and seriously. "I will never lose my affection for you—I swear on my life. I'd rather end my existence than stay away from you. You mean everything. You are everything. Please, don't ever doubt my feelings towards you."

Her heart was hammering against her ribcage. If that wasn't a confession of love, she didn't know what was. Perhaps he did love her...maybe he was like her—he didn't want to say it too soon. It was possible that he'd be afraid SHE'D be the one that would freak out and leave...

Her heart swelled.

"I'm sorry Carlisle," she said quietly, looking down. "It's just—that I see you as the most amazing person I've ever met, and its hard for me to accept such an amazing person could care for me like that. It's a lot to take in for me..."

"Don't apologize, baby," he sighed. "I always want you to be comfortable to tell me how you feel."

"..."

She was about to have word vomit. But, she couldn't stop the question from bursting through her lips. It had been on her mind since she found out what he was...

"Am I your mate?" she blurted, cringing and turning red.

She felt him tense, becoming as still as a statue.

"Forget I said anything," she said hurriedly, wishing she could just bolt from the car. Considering it was dark, and they were currently in the middle of nowhere, she decided against it. "I'm so sorry, that was stupid. It's just – it keeps getting brought up by Rose and Bella and I-"

"Vanessa," he said quietly, cutting off her rambling. "If you were, how would that make you feel?" she asked in a soft voice.

Her heart instantly inflated at his words. She took that as a good sign that she would be okay with it, even happy about it.

"I'm – well, I'd feel really surprised and..." she trailed off, biting her lip and shifting. "I guess I...I don't know. A little overwhelmed because of the things Rose said."

"And what did she say?" he asked in the same, quiet voice.

She took a sharp breath. "That...that if a vampires mate is human and they stay that way...that they couldn't go on without them when they died. That they would probably find a way to destroy themselves in hopes that they would be reunited in heaven."

She left out the part where Rose said that's what he would do.

"..."

"Did she say that is what I would do?"

She took a deep breath. Damn, he was smart.

"Yeah..." she shifted uncomfortably. "It made me feel—really sad."

"I don't want to scare you away. That would destroy me..." he whispered sadly, making her look over at him.

His beautiful face was pulled into a look of worry and pain.

She couldn't stop herself from reaching out and cupping his cool cheek with her hand.

"Trust me Carlisle. I've felt the same way," she chuckled bitterly. "I've been worrying I'd freak you out. I highly doubt you could."

She watched Carlisle close his eyes and take a deep breath before opening them again. She could swear her heart was about to lurch out of her chest.

"There isn't really a definitive way to test it, but yes...I believe you are," he said quietly, intently watching her reaction. "I don't think I could leave you be, even if you wanted me too. I tried to stay away from you, knowing this would happen. I guess I wanted to protect you. I knew that if we were meant to be together, that you'd have to join me in this life," he gave her a small smile. "The thought of ending your humanity put me in emotional turmoil. But when you got injured, it was like the universe was warning me of the pain I would suffer if you died," he frowned sadly as her heart raced. "So, I decided to try, to see that if you'd return my interest. And you did—more so than I could ever have hoped for. But by returning my interest, it made it even more impossible to stay away from you.

"I want you to know, that whatever you decide, I will respect that decision," he said seriously, grabbing her hand and holding it firmly. "should you decide to join me in this life, I will grant you that wish. If not, I will always remain by your side. Even if you left me and chose someone else, I would always be there—protecting you and waiting in case you changed your mind," he closed his eyes, looking pained. "And if you chose humanity and died, I would go to the Volturi and command my existence be ended. I cannot – I will not live without you."

Tears were rolling down her face as he finished talking. There was so much emotion in her chest, she felt as though she'd explode from it all. Still, Carlisle hadn't said the three words...but he didn't have too. He expanded them into a speech of devotion and loyalty.

He reached out to her, wiping the tears off her cheeks.

"Have I upset you?" he asked quietly, looking pained at her reaction.

He immediately shook her head. "No, I'm just overwhelmed and...happy."

He released a breath, looking relieved.

"I have more I need to say, but this isn't the place," he said quietly, looking around the car. "I'll take you to your house so you can pack your things, and I'll go get my place ready. I'll come back and get you, then we'll talk some more. How does that sound, kitten?"

She nodded, wiping her eyes. "Yeah, sorry I went all blubbery on you."

"No..." he whispered, pulling her forward and pressing a firm kiss against her lips. Her pulse thrummed as she felt all the emotions pour from his lips, making her feel slightly light headed.

He pulled back and she opened her eyes, seeing his were closed as he was smiling softly. He took a deep breath through his nose and pulled away, putting his hands on the steering wheel and pulling back on the road.

Vanessa smiled, pulling out her CD's. She pulled out Thousand Foot Krutch, and put it in. She turned it to, 'Let The Sparks Fly.'

She looked over at him, wondering if he disliked it.

He was still smiling. Either it was because of their conversation, or maybe he liked the song. She'd like to think it was their conversation, seeing as he looked – somehow relieved.

He looked over at the radio, making an interested expression.

"What's that look?" she asked, laughing.

"I like this. It's catchy," he commented, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh God, I'm turning you to rock and roll," she joked. "whatever will your children say when they find out about my bad influence?"

He laughed. "Actually, they'd be thankful. To them, it would make me, 'cooler.' they already think you're making me cooler. I actually cursed the other day...I thought Rose was going to faint from shock – If such a thing were even possible."

Vanessa raised her eyebrows. Now that she thought about it, she'd NEVER heard Carlisle say a curse word.

"What did you say?" she asked, chuckling.

"..."

He looked uncomfortable for a minutes, but his smile never dropped.

"I misplaced some papers in my office, and I got frustrated..." he glanced at her, then looked away. "I just yelled out...fuck." he finished the last word in a whisper, as though he was worried someone other than her would hear him.

She stared at him for moments, then burst into laughter.

"You're such a fuddy duddy!" she laughed, holding her sides. "You just whispered that to me. Come on, say, 'fuck' with feeling."

"...Fuck." he mumbled quietly, his lips twitching.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed loudly.

He sighed, rolling his eyes and laughing.

"...Fuck." he said a little louder, but it sounded bland.

"Oh come on, Carlisle. You sound like a computer program," she laughed. "you need to emphasize on the F more. Like, drag it out with feeling. Ffuck!"

He laughed at her, shaking his head.

"FUCK!" he yelled, actually making her jump in surprise.

"Are you okay?" he asked, suddenly worried.

She doubled over in laughter, wiping her eyes. "I'm more than okay. That was great."

"I'm glad I'm so amusing," he chuckled, giving her a wink. "I'm just not a person that curses, but I suppose that I've been around you enough that you're rubbing off on me."

"I don't mind rubbing on you."

"..."

Her face paled out. Did – did she really just say that? Blurting something flirtatious wasn't really like her. Was it possible that Carlisle was giving her more self confidence?

"I don't mind it either," he said after a pause, his voice sounding somewhat sultry, making her heart rate pick up slightly.

Was it hot in here, or was it just her?

She turned the A/C on, and he looked over at her, then starting laughing.

"What?" she asked self-consciously.

"Nothing baby," he smirked. "you're just funny."

"Am I?"

"Definitely—I love it," he chuckled. "as weird as this may sound, you make me feel young again. It's nice."

"You are young," she pointed out. "you're twenty-three."

"No, I'm over 300 years old," he countered.

"Yeah, but, in body...you're twenty-three," she countered back. "It seems like you've always been the mature one – or you had to be. It seems like you never were really in the position to just be...young and have fun."

He looked like he was thinking for moments.

"I suppose that's true," he admitted eventually. "I'm the leader of our coven, and despite me being only physically a couple of years older than them, I am the mature, fatherly figure."

"Well, you don't have to be the mature father with me," she smiled. "just be...carefree. Say whatever you want. You don't have to worry about being mature. You can just be a regular twenty-three year old man...you know, except without the whole young, cheating asshole part."

He laughed. "I would never cheat on you, Vanessa. I couldn't even think of a female that would even come close to tempting me."

"Oh come on, not even...Megan Fox?" she asked.

"No, I don't find her attractive," he frowned, scrunching his nose. "too much plastic surgery. She looks too unnatural."

"Hallie Berry? Carmen Electra? Britney Spears?" she pressed, watching him shake his head to each one she listed.

"I only have eyes for you, Vanessa. Vampires aren't like humans in that sense."

"Oh," she said, flushing.

"...And you?" he asked, looking interested.

"No, I can't think of a woman that would tempt me," she laughed as he rolled his eyes at her.

"I meant men, of course, Vanessa," he nudged her arm playfully.

"Well...I had a huge thing for Jared Padalecki before I met you," she said hesitantly, watching his eyes darken. "And Jenson Ackles...and that guy from Harry Potter – Tom Felton!" she remembered, smacking her leg.

"Anyone else?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She didn't miss the jealousy that flashed through his amber eyes.

"Lots. I was men crazy," she laughed, being honest. "David Borenaz, Matt Bomer, Matt Cohen, Misha Collins...Leonardo DiCaprio—when I was younger." she smiled as his expression remained dark.

"Are you okay?" she asked, slightly worried.

He paused for a moment, shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm just being internally jealous. You're my mate, and the thought of you liking another male makes me want to hunt him down and rip his head off."

She gasped. "Don't you dare kill Jared Padalecki, Carlisle! Millions of fan girls will come after me with axes and chainsaws."

She had to admit, a little part of her was turned on. Jealous Carlisle was kind of hot.

He openly growled, baring his blindingly white teeth with his eyes flashing.

Okay, really hot...and more than a little turned on.

"Relax Carlisle, I haven't thought about anyone else since the second I met you," she chuckled, reaching over and laying her hand on his thigh.

He instantly inhaled sharply, letting out a low hiss.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, quickly pulling her hand away and flushing.

"No..." he growled, pulling her hand back and pressing it into his thigh, making her eyes widen.

"It feels good—really good," he said in a smooth, deep voice, making her heart pound.

"O-Oh..." she stuttered, her fingers twitching slightly. She wanted to move it up higher, but she wasn't sure she had the guts to do it. Also, as fast as he was going, she didn't want him to wreck and kill her.

She settled for just running her hand to his inner thigh, noticing his breathing hitched and he slightly moved in his seat.

"You're not going to wreck, are you?" she asked worriedly.

"No, absolutely not," he answered instantly, looking over at her with amber eyes.

She didn't reply, biting her lip as she moved her hand up about and inch. She began rubbing her fingers up and down, squirming in her own seat.

He let out a low groan, letting his head fall back on the seat.

Jesus Christ. No wonder Bella wants to screw Edward, consequences be damned. How the hell has she stood this shit for months?

Vanessa had only been putting up with desire for him for weeks, but since it escalated, it had been almost torture. She was going to keep on until she exploded and embarrassed herself.

Feeling a little braver at his reaction, she slid her hand up on his inner thigh, all the way until she was merely centimeters from the crotch of his pants.

He inhaled sharply, and she saw his form tremble. She looked at his crotch for the first time, blushing when she saw the large member straining against the fabric.

"I just want to warn you," he suddenly said gruffly. "If you continue to do that, I may rip my pants."

"R-rip? W-what d-do you m-mean?" she asked, alarmed.

"The way I'm sitting, there's not much room in there for it," he let out a deep breath. "if I get much harder, my pants will rip."

"..."

"It...it can rip your pants?" she asked, slightly startled, but slightly turned on at the thought.

And maybe, a little amused.

"Yes, it can," he said quietly, making her let out a small smirk.

"Really? That's..." she instantly ran her hand up, feeling the hardness of him under her palm. "...interesting." she finished as he growled, lightly bucking his hips into her palm.

She pushed her palm firmly against him, almost groaning out loud when she felt him get harder. She could definitely feel the strain on the fabric.

She ran her fingers up and down his shaft from outside his pants, marveling at how big it was.

Yes, vampires must be more well endowed. He could never be this handsome and have a big dick.

Well, huge, was more like it.

Oh God...she moaned inside her head as she started to firmly stroke him in his pants.

"Yes..." he hissed lowly, pushing his back against the seat and pushing his hips up towards her hand.

She was almost determined to tell him to pull the damn car over, but she wasn't about to lose her virginity in her car in the middle of nowhere.

As she stroked him with more pressure, she heard strings starting to snap. Her eyes widened.

He reached down, grabbing her hand and halting it.

"My pants will rip," he said darkly, his breathing sounding uneven.

She gently squeezed his head, making a feral hiss escape him before she stopped, pulling her hand away.

"Okay, I'll be good," she said quietly, the sultry tone of her own voice surprising even her.

"You don't have to be," he said silkily, his voice still dark.

She jumped with a squeak when she felt his hand suddenly wrap around her upper thigh.

He chuckled darkly. "Surely, you were expecting it? I can't keep my hands off you, kitten."

Vanessa's breathing increased as he lightly squeezed, moving his fingers back and forth. Desire shot directly from his touch, pooling in her abdomen.

"...I don't know how much longer I can take this," she said breathlessly.

He paused for moments. "What do you mean, kitten?"

"This," she gasped as his hand went a little higher, continuing his rubbing. "Its just...too much. I don't want you to think I'm a slut."

"..."

"I would never think that of you," he said quietly, yet seriously. "I want you to desire me, baby. You could rip my pants off and force yourself on me, and I still wouldn't think you were a slut."

She groaned at the thought, leaning her head against the headrest as her breathing increased.

"I doubt you desire me more than I do you," he continued quietly. "you have no idea...I've never felt so out of control. If you were to be persistent, I doubt I could deny you. I want you too much."

"You...ah...you seem to have more control than I do," she whispered, inhaling sharply when she felt him run his fingers down her jean covered center.

Damn pants.

She hated them.

"Really? It seems the opposite to me," he said huskily, making her grip the arm rest with force.

Her mind was reeling in lust, and she was half tempted to say screw it, and lose her virginity in a car. She'd doubt she could ever regret a moment spent with Carlisle. Did it really matter where they were? As long as it was with him, it would be okay with her.

"We're here," he said quietly, pulling his hand away and making her groan and squirm in her seat.

He chuckled, leaning over and lightly kissing her neck.

"We'll continue when we get back to my place," he breathed coolly against her ear, making her shiver.

In the next moment, he was gone, and her door was being opened.

He grabbed her hand and helped her shaky form out of the car.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, pulling her against him in a brief hug. She swallowed thickly when she felt his hardness pressing into her stomach.

"O-okay..." she murmured as he pulled away with a charming smile.

She blinked, and he was gone.

Oh, right. He was probably going to run there.

She took a shaky breath, quickly running in her house.

She ran upstairs, patted Mr. Peepers on the head, and went in the bathroom.

She showered, shaved, brushed her teeth and hair.

She walked in her room, looking in her closet. Even though it was late, she felt like she couldn't just wear pajamas.

She sighed, pulling out some purple, plaid shorts and putting them on, along with a plain, black tank top.

She picked up a black tote bag, putting a few shirts and things in. She headed to the bathroom, throwing a few items from in there as well.

When she walked back in the room, Carlisle was standing near her window, smiling.

"Ready baby?"

You bet your sweet ass I am.