Warnings: Rated M for lemons.
The Hummer by Mabarberella.
Summary: Can Bella turn away from the alure of the unknown? Can Carlisle resist the forbidden heat of humanity? Bella x Carlisle, M because it's called the Hummer, people! Lemony one-shot written for Ninapolitan's DILF contest. Happy Birthday, Nina!
And then I heard it. The sound that had permeated my dream and my day dream, thrummed through my bones, and boiled my blood. His grunts and groans of pleasure, filling in the gaps between my moans, turned into a soft purr, emanating from deep with his chest, causing my body to literally hum – a full-on amplification of the earlier shadow of a hum I'd felt upstairs.
Mabarberella’s o/s entry for the D.I.L.F contest is the perfect antidote to a week that needs a bit of spicing up. School, work, university, exams, stress, whatever it is, leave it all behind and settle down to read this well written, detailed one-shot that takes place a few days before Bella and Edward’s wedding.
Though the main focus is the lemon you know is going to appear, you can’t help but be sucked in to the plot that’s running alongside the teasing build-up; Bella’s lust and desire to take things a step further sexually, Edward’s refusal to do so until she’s turned, and the fact that Bella’s running out of patience with his coddling. And then we have Carlisle. Bella’s confused by her sudden attraction to a man who’s soon to become her father-in-law, and even more so, why he begins to star in her daydreams and fantasies. Lust and sexual frustration, it’s a dangerous combination that needs to be relieved sooner rather than later, as is proved as the story progresses.
You don't understand Bella," he said in a strained voice, "your blood does not sing to me, but your smell – this smell – sings to me. I can't keep myself away from you any longer. I smell you and I'm instantly hard and consumed with thoughts of – of doing these things – to you."
I ran my hands along his neck, his shoulders, his arms, reveling in their strong, toned perfection. He was not as thin and lanky as Edward; he had been older when he was turned, and his body was more mature. He felt like a man rather than a boy: rounded, strong, muscular shoulders, long, strong arms, broad, lean chest. He exuded confidence, experience, and a clear knowledge of what he desired, and that he was not afraid to pursue it, and that it was me.
As Edward goes out on his stag night, Esme and Alice go out to hunt, leaving Bella at home alone. Or so she thinks. As she works out her frustrations, she soon finds out that the eldest Cullen is in fact in the house, and just as frustrated as she is.
Just as I started to step forward, I heard the faintest sigh – almost a groan – from the other side of the door. I stopped dead in my tracks, wheeled around, grabbed the doorknob and twisted.
The door swung open just as a figure stepped back into the room away from it. My eyes widened in shock, my mouth hung ajar. Standing in front of me was Carlisle, dressed in his work attire: gray slacks, blood red shirt open at the collar, white coat stretched across his broad shoulders, stethoscope hanging around his neck. His hands were clenched in fists at his side; he was trembling.
And his eyes were wild and pitch black. And trained on me.
He was not breathing and I saw him squeeze a swallow down, his Adam's apple bobbing. This is how Edward looked when he was fighting his bloodlust. I hadn't seen this look for a while, but I remember it clearly. I took a step back, not out of fear for myself, but out of habit, wanting to put distance between the temptation of my blood and the vampire in the room.
Bella’s naturally wary, but once Carlisle regains his self-control, things soon escalate as the heat and desire between them builds, leading to a hot M scene that leaves you panting and wanting more! (For those of you who like me couldn’t get enough of this Carlisle, Mabarberella’s written a CPOV companion piece, which is currently 4 chapters long, titled, The Cassolette.)
The story is nicely tied up, by Alice’s masterminding, and for that we’re thankful. Though Carlisle and Bella both feel a huge deal of guilt for giving in to their desires, it’s explained and reasoned out by Alice in a way that’s plausible and believable, especially if this had actually happened in the original book series.
I couldn't listen, I could only sob. He picked me up and took me up to the bathroom in Edward's room, filling the tub, and then placing me in it with great care. He used a soft cloth to gently wash me, encouraging me to calm down. He sat silently beside the tub with me while I soaked and sobbed. He stood up, pulled the plug, and picked me up. He had acquired clothing along the way somewhere and was fully dressed, but got his pants wet as he picked me up out of the tub. He dried me off and disappeared only to reappear seconds later with a velour Juicy jogging suit that was just my size and a letter. He led me to Edward's bed and set me down sweetly, handing me the note, and kissing me chastely on the cheek.
"Thank you, Bella, you've saved me. I know you hate yourself right now, but please, read the note, and know that I will always be grateful to you. You were…amazing, sexy…wonderful. I will see you after things have cooled down. We will be friends, I promise."
And with that, he left. I curled upon my side in Edward's bed, hating myself for allowing the comfort of his smell to flow over and around me. As I sobbed into my pillow, I unfolded the note crumpled in my fist, and read:
Bella, Please don't beat yourself up over this. So many factors randomly came together to create this vortex of passion that loyalties had to be sacrificed in order to keep us all alive and safe. As you've now realized, you were a singer of sorts to Carlisle. He kept this well-hidden for a long time, but he has been on the brink of breaking for some time now. You have been frustrated to the point of mental exhaustion, and Edward has been battling with his bloodlust, his lust, and his vampiric nature and strength.
This story has it all. A little drama, love, suspense, sweetness and a ton of naughtiness for those who like that sort of thing, all bound together and finished up with a HEA.
For those of you who ship ExB, you’ll still be able to appreciate this story, and will be satisfied with the ending; and for those of you who ship CxB, well just read it for yourselves and I’m sure that you’ll love this even more than I did!