A/N: It's been over 50 chapters. I am not, nor have I ever been SM. I think you know this by now.
This last outtake is my gift to Kendall. Longer A/N at the bottom.
Outtake #5: Always in Your Arms
Bella's POV
Hand in hand, we walked away from the field that Kate and Alice had spent the entire week filling with flowers and twinkling lights, the field where Oliver promised Tanya that he would love her for all of eternity and she promised him that he had all of her – mind, body, and heart – forever.
It had taken them a long time, many years more than it had taken Carlisle and me, even, to get to the point that they were ready to take this step, but I had to say, as Oliver's mother, I had been glad for every extra day that I got with my son at home.
I cried at the wedding, tears of both sadness and joy. Joy for my son, and for his new wife. I hadn't always liked her, but Oliver had changed her, mellowed her, made her more kind than I remembered, even. She, in turn, had made him more social, though he was still more like Charlie than anyone I'd ever met. And when I saw the way that she looked at him, the same way that I looked at Carlisle, I knew that they were where they belonged. But still, it was hard to understand that both of my children had grown up and left home. It didn't seem right that I should have adult children when a quick look in a mirror showed me a woman in her twenties.
And while, on some days, I felt like I had lived nearly a century in this world, tonight, as my husband opened the door to the small cottage we kept near the edge of the Denali's property and looked into my eyes, I was every bit the twenty-four year old that I appeared.
"God, you look beautiful tonight," Carlisle whispered against my skin as he slipped the strap of my jade dress over the edge of my shoulder, kicking the door shut behind us with his foot.
I tilted my head to the side, giving his lips more access. The simple feel of his hot breath on my neck was enough to make me wet and ready to beg for his touch. In all our years together, I had learned one thing for sure: Rose was right. The passion that we felt, as vampires, never cooled. I wanted him just as badly tonight, two months and thirty-three years after our wedding night, as I did the very first time.
As much as I wanted his hands, lips, tongue... every part of him, really, on me, though, I wanted even more to show him my gratitude for everything he'd done for me, this week and as long as I'd known him. So I turned in his arms, smiling as his face came into view, and looked deep into his golden eyes.
"And you, Carlisle Cullen, were the most handsome man here tonight." I looked at him in his tuxedo, his pale skin set off so nicely against the black jacket, and brought my hand up to cup his cheek. "I will never forget how lucky I am to be your wife."
Carlisle, feeling playful, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, bringing his mouth down to meet my collarbone, nibbling it. "You say that as if I would let you forget," he teased as he lifted me off the floor.
I giggled as he carried me across the living room and into our bedroom, loving the youth of spirit. "Put me down," I begged as neared our bed. I wasn't ready to get into it just yet.
"Here?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Trust me," I said, smirking wickedly as he set me down gently.
"Always."
Standing before him, one strap of my dress already hanging precariously against my arm, I turned, exposing my back to him. "Unzip me?" I requested, looking at him over my shoulder.
"Gladly," he replied, bringing his hands up to the area over my shoulder blades where the zipper began, and then easing it down slowly. The dress, made of silk and delicate lace, fell down into a pool around my feet, and I was left standing before my husband in nothing more than a pair of black lace panties. I heard his quick intake of breath. "Beautiful," he murmured softly.
I turned back to him slowly, never taking my eyes off of his. His smile turned lustful when I began loosening his tie. He reached up to work on his buttons, but I pushed his hand away.
"Let me," I whispered.
He nodded, and I went on with my work, undressing him slowly, one button at a time, one sleeve then the other, a zipper, socks... Soon, everything was on the floor and Carlisle stood in front of me in all his naked glory.
Leaning in, I began kissing his chest, making my way up to his neck, where I licked a long trail up the curve to his ear. "I want to make you feel good," I breathed as I pressed my palms against his chest, urging him back against the wall.
When he had the support of the wall behind him, I pulled my hands and lips away from his body. He moaned softly with disappointment, but I shook a finger at him. "Good things come to those who wait, Carlisle," I reminded, taking the edge of the dainty lace of my panties between my thumb and forefinger and sliding them down my legs. I turned as I removed my feet from them, just enough to let him see the curve of my ass, and looked up at him, winking.
Understanding my game, he smirked and leaned back against the wall casually, bringing his hands up to rest behind his head as if he were unaffected.
He wouldn't be unaffected for long.
Facing him once again, I placed my palms on his chest and pressed my body against him, making sure he felt every curve and sinew as I dropped slowly to my knees. I looked up at him from my knees, batting my lashes a few times coyly and offering an innocent smile that distracted him just enough that he gasped in surprise as my hand closed around his cock.
"I've been wanting to taste you since morning, Carlisle," I murmured as I slowly stroked his length. "My panties were wet the whole time we danced. And now I'm going to do what I've been wanting to do for hours."
Keeping up the rhythmic stroking of his length, I let my tongue flit across the tip of his cock, smiling as he hissed. I circled the head, letting my tongue go over and under the rim with no predictability. I nearly laughed when Carlisle's casual stance disappeared and his hands pressed firmly against the wall.
"Mmmm..." I moaned softly as I left my hand drop from him, using my mouth to cover his length instead. I spread my knees apart further on the hard wooden floor. My hand, finding itself with nothing to do, made it's way between my legs, tracing the soft folds and the burning hot line between them.
My breaths came shallower as I increased my efforts on his cock, bobbing my head and taking the full length into my mouth some times, others just teasing the lip or licking down the shaft. All the while moving my hand in circles, faster and faster, over my clit.
"Oh my God, Bella..." he panted, his hands grasping at the wall behind him. "I can't see you... I want to see you."
I paused for a moment, then got up off the ground. "Move," I urged, directing him to the bed. "Lay down."
He did as I asked, keeping one knee up and the other bent against the mattress. I took my place beside him, facing the opposite direction. I wasted no time returning his cock to my mouth, not bothering with any preamble, but instead filling my mouth with him in one motion. He groaned in a low rasp that didn't match his usual honey tone. Only I ever heard him sound that way, and it made me want him more than ever. I spread my legs wide, giving him the best view I could, and then reached down with my hand, finding my slit and tracing it with my fingertip.
My back arched with my own touch and I moaned long and low around his cock, feeling the vibrations it created as they traveled over his flesh.
"Dear God," he groaned, reaching out with one hand to tangle his fingers in my hair, guiding me, but leaving me in charge of my pleasuring of him. With his other hand, though, he searched for me, finding his goal quickly.
I cried out as his fingers slipped into me, taking me by surprise. My body, without even a thought, arched toward him, bringing us closer together. I sucked him harder as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, matching the rhythm that I set with both my mouth and with my fingers, which I was no longer teasing myself with, but instead rapidly rubbing my clit.
"Please, Carlisle," I whimpered, taking a second away from sucking him to tease the head once again. "I love the way you...touch me."
"And I love the way you touch yourself," he murmured. "Do you have any idea how much it... Oh god," his statement was interrupted by me filling my mouth with him once again.
I was already close, and I could tell he was too – he was lifting his hips now, meeting my dives down his length with thrusts toward me. "I need you," he pleaded.
"When I'm done here," I replied, my voice rising in pitch with each word.
He reached for me, pulling me even closer to him, giving his fingers even more power as he added a third inside of me. With his other hand, he crossed my body and toyed with my nipples.
"Oh... Oh my... Carlisle!" I cried out as I came on his fingers, my whole body reaching for him, pressing against him every way I could. I shuddered and convulsed with pleasure, and he held me, keeping my body next to his the whole time.
When I stopped moving, he reached down and grabbed my waist, pulling me up on top of him. "Let me be inside of you," he begged. "I need you, Bella. Now."
"Please," I begged, needing to feel us together just as much as he did.
I was already straddling his body, so it took only one easy motion to line us up, and one more after that to get him inside of me. We moaned together as I slide down his length slowly, not stopping until there was nowhere else to go.
"God... I love you, Bella," he whispered as he brought his lips to meet mine.
As his tongue found its way into my mouth, his hips began to move underneath me, and then it was us, just as it had always been, just as it would ever be.
Home.
A/N: I sincerely hope that you have enjoyed this story as much as I have enjoyed (with an exception here and there, lol) writing it. Thank you to everyone who was there for me, who supported and encouraged, who begged for more in reviews and PM's and tweets, and who made me feel kinda like a rockstar of words. I am forever grateful for all of you.
BamaBabe, this never would have happened without you. Thank you, one last time, from the bottom of my heart.
That's it folks. Goodbye.
-T