Charlie took a deep breath, trying to calm his twisting stomach through will alone and not having much luck. He'd already made plans for tonight -- Bella was going to be at a friend's house, the station wouldn't call unless it was an absolute emergency, there was wine chilling in the bucket, the room looked good. Everything was perfect.
Now, all he was waiting for was...
The light knock on the door startled him, and after he regained his composure, Charlie took another deep breath and opened it.
Carlisle stood outside, his blonde hair complimenting his pale skin somehow, and his blue-grey eyes intent on Charlie's face. He smiled, a quirk of the lips that looked teasing and dangerous at the same time. He was in a button-down shirt and a pair of slacks, and he looked good enough to eat.
"Charlie," Carlisle murmured.
"Carlisle," Charlie replied.
There was a noticeable pause before Carlisle's smile grew. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Charlie blinked, and then stepped back quickly. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. C'mon in. I hope you don't mind--"
He watched the slender man walk in, take in the room with a faintly curious glance. Charlie eased the door shut gently, the click of the lock sounding... final in a way. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he had the sudden feeling that he had locked himself in a room with an animal.
He shook his head and stepped up behind Carlisle. "How do you like it?" he murmured.
"It's very nice," Carlisle murmured back. He looked over his shoulder, one blue-grey eye catching Charlie's gaze. "I hope it didn't set you back too much."
Charlie shook his head. "It didn't. There's some perks to being the sheriff." He lifted his hands and rested them on Carlisle's hips gently, half-expecting the other man to step away from him. The episode with the experimental drug had been a month ago, and what with Bella needing him and having to investigate a rash of murders, he and Carlisle hadn't had time to do more than talk about what had happened between them, and to discuss whether or not it would happen again.
Charlie Swan was the first to admit that he didn't have much experience at this sort of thing. He'd married Renee fresh out of high school, and while he still loved her, he hadn't let himself really explore all there was in terms of love and relationships. Carlisle Cullen had gotten his attention from the first time they'd met, and the enigmatic doctor had had it ever since.
"Charlie?" Carlisle murmured.
Charlie emerged from his thoughts to find that Carlisle had turned in his arms. One hand of Carlisle's hands lay against his chest, over his heart, while the fingers of the other hand teased at the hair on the nape of his neck.
"Yeah?" Charlie said, clearing his throat a little.
"Are you all right?" Carlisle frowned, looking concerned. "If you would rather we didn't...."
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Charlie took a deep breath, trying to calm his twisting stomach through will alone and not having much luck. He'd already made plans for tonight -- Bella was going to be at a friend's house, the station wouldn't call unless it was an absolute emergency, there was wine chilling in the bucket, the room looked good. Everything was perfect.
Now, all he was waiting for was...
The light knock on the door startled him, and after he regained his composure, Charlie took another deep breath and opened it.
Carlisle stood outside, his blonde hair complimenting his pale skin somehow, and his blue-grey eyes intent on Charlie's face. He smiled, a quirk of the lips that looked teasing and dangerous at the same time. He was in a button-down shirt and a pair of slacks, and he looked good enough to eat.
"Charlie," Carlisle murmured.
"Carlisle," Charlie replied.
There was a noticeable pause before Carlisle's smile grew. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Charlie blinked, and then stepped back quickly. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. C'mon in. I hope you don't mind--"
He watched the slender man walk in, take in the room with a faintly curious glance. Charlie eased the door shut gently, the click of the lock sounding... final in a way. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he had the sudden feeling that he had locked himself in a room with an animal.
He shook his head and stepped up behind Carlisle. "How do you like it?" he murmured.
"It's very nice," Carlisle murmured back. He looked over his shoulder, one blue-grey eye catching Charlie's gaze. "I hope it didn't set you back too much."
Charlie shook his head. "It didn't. There's some perks to being the sheriff." He lifted his hands and rested them on Carlisle's hips gently, half-expecting the other man to step away from him. The episode with the experimental drug had been a month ago, and what with Bella needing him and having to investigate a rash of murders, he and Carlisle hadn't had time to do more than talk about what had happened between them, and to discuss whether or not it would happen again.
Charlie Swan was the first to admit that he didn't have much experience at this sort of thing. He'd married Renee fresh out of high school, and while he still loved her, he hadn't let himself really explore all there was in terms of love and relationships. Carlisle Cullen had gotten his attention from the first time they'd met, and the enigmatic doctor had had it ever since.
"Charlie?" Carlisle murmured.
Charlie emerged from his thoughts to find that Carlisle had turned in his arms. One hand of Carlisle's hands lay against his chest, over his heart, while the fingers of the other hand teased at the hair on the nape of his neck.
"Yeah?" Charlie said, clearing his throat a little.
"Are you all right?" Carlisle frowned, looking concerned. "If you would rather we didn't...."