»—— act three. eclipse
☽⋅── FIFTEEN ──enhanced hearing ─⋅☾

Eve's abilities typically revolved around exceptional speed and strength. However, during her training sessions with Rosalie and Alice, she suddenly started to hear sounds from afar—sounds she hadn't noticed before.

It wasn't a sudden shift; rather, it happened subtly, with Eve not immediately realizing when a branch creaked or when a bird chirped from a considerable distance. She had been so engrossed in her training that she hadn't even realized these sounds were originating from a much greater distance.

In the middle of sparring with Rosalie, Eve had ducked a leg kick and crouched down, freezing in her position. Rosalie, poised to launch another attack, had to restrain herself from kicking Eve when she noticed her distraction.

"What is it?" Rosalie asked, lowering her guard in concern.

Eve turned to Rosalie with an apologetic look, her focus broken. She shifted her gaze toward the forest at the left, and her brows furrowed in confusion.

"I thought they were hunting further out," she mumbled, puzzled.

Alice perked up at Eve's words, her head tilted in curiosity. "Yeah, we don't hunt near our home," she replied. "Why do you ask?"

Eve closed her eyes, concentrating. Now she could hear Edward and Emmett laughing, discussing how they almost lost the elk.

Eve grimaced, announcing, "Looks like my heightened hearing is back." She forced a strained smile, adding, "I really didn't miss this at all."

Alice chuckled, reassuring, "No worries, we can teach you how to control it."

Rosalie chimed in, "I guess it's time to add another training session to the schedule."

Eve sighed in resignation as Alice offered a reassuring smile. "Tuning out sounds becomes much easier once you get the hang of it," she assured.

Rosalie added thoughtfully, "This is a fantastic return of your abilities, especially when you think about how it will enhance your fighting abilities, Eve."

"Your enhanced hearing in battle will allow you to perceive your opponent's movements before they even execute them," Alice pointed out.

"It'll give you a strategic advantage," Rosalie chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the possibilities.

"Exactly," Alice agreed. "You'll be able to decipher the sound of a punch being thrown or the shift of their weight, allowing you to counter or evade accordingly."

"Not to mention, it'll give you an edge in detecting approaching threats or potential sneak attacks," Rosalie continued.

"And in terms of teamwork," Alice added, "You'll be able to anticipate your allies' moves, weaving together attacks and defences seamlessly."

"It's a game changer," Rosalie asserted, her tone full of confidence. "We'll help you master this enhanced hearing, and it will make you a force to be reckoned with in battle."

Alice's gaze shifted toward the group returning from the forest, as Carlisle appeared and made his way toward them. She waved to signal his attention, and as he reached them, he came to stand next to Eve.

"Carlisle, we have some good news!" Alice announced, her excitement palpable.

Carlisle raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? And what is the good news?" he asked, his gaze shifting to each of the girls in turn.

"Eve's enhanced hearing is back," Rosalie answered bluntly, smiling at her.

Carlisle turned to look at Eve, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. "Really?" he queried.

Eve nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, it came back during our training session."

Carlisle let out an impressed hum, his eyes studying her. "And how are you finding it so far?" he asked, his tone gently supportive.

"Hated it the first time around, but Alice and Rosalie managed to convince me that it'll be quite useful in battle," Eve replied, her smile growing.

Emmett chimed in, his smile widening, "Oh, it definitely is! Trust me, when you master it, you'll be unstoppable!"

Rosalie and Alice agreed with Emmett's sentiment. "He's right, once you learn to control it, it's a game-changer," Rosalie confirmed.

Alice added, "It enhances not only your fighting abilities but also your situational awareness. You'll be a force to be reckoned with."

Carlisle listened to the girls' words, nodding in agreement. "They're right," he said supportively. "Harnessing your enhanced hearing wisely can be a significant advantage in battle. The key is to learn to control it and tune out unnecessary distractions."

Emmett chimed in again, clearly amused, "And I can vouch for it. Fighting with a heightened sense of hearing is a whole new experience. You'll sense every move your opponent makes before they even make it."

Edward moved closer, catching Eve's thoughts. He reassured her, "Don't worry, you'll learn to tune out sounds before you know it. It might not be as fast as you'd like, but you'll get there."

He smiled knowingly. "It takes practice, sure, but once you get a handle on it, it will become second nature. And trust me, having that control is a lot better than being overwhelmed by every single sound."

Carlisle stepped in front of Eve, his expression reflecting understanding and empathy. He nodded his agreement, "Edward is right. Control is key. It's about finding that balance between being aware and being overwhelmed."

"Learning how to shut out all the unnecessary sounds is a process," he continued, "but with time, you'll be able to focus only on what's important."

In the hours that followed, they trained Eve to shut out sounds. Progress was slow, but some results started to appear. She still heard a great deal—a dripping sink, Eleanor's breaths as she slept, creaky floorboards, even the wind.

Yet the Cullens kept her occupied through conversation, gradually helping her tune out these sounds.

Eve realized that it wasn't an easy task, but she was fortunate to have sounds around her that didn't bother her. Tuning out conversations from other parts of the house was also getting easier for her, especially when she focused on not invading anyone's privacy.

...

As the day came to a close, Eve was once again relaxing in their room. She sat on the bed, engrossed in a book, while Carlisle was busily perusing some work documents.

The room was enveloped in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of turning pages and the soft hum of a fan.

Eve found comfort in the silence, the tranquillity of the moment a welcomed contrast to the chaos of the day. She continued to read her book quietly, her mind gradually slipping into a state of calm.

Meanwhile, Carlisle was still engrossed in his work, his eyes scanning over the documents with practised ease. Every now and then, he would let out a soft hum, indicating his understanding or making a mental note.

The dim light of a nearby bedside lamp cast a soft glow over the room, bathing them both in a warm, cosy ambience. It was moments like these that Eve treasured, the quiet, intimate time they shared in each other's company.

Eve began to notice the profound stillness within the house, prompting her to shift in bed as she became curious.

Carlisle glanced up from his work, noticing her confusion at the complete silence. He explained a smile on his face, "The others have left. Edward took Eleanor to the treaty line since she is staying on the reservation tonight."

"Alice and Rosalie decided to go on a shopping trip," he continued a hint of humour in his tone. "And Jasper and Emmett are heading out to meet with Edward and spend some time together."

A sense of realization dawned upon Eve, and she nodded slightly, taking in the information. The house was unusually quiet, without the usual hum of conversation and activity.

"So, it's just us tonight," she commented, shifting her gaze back to Carlisle.

Carlisle's lips curled into a smirk as he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Alice has her reasons. She mentioned that you needed a break from every sound."

He put his documents and pen down on the bedside table, turning to give her his full attention. "But I don't mind having some quiet time with you."

Eve's grin widened as an impish idea formed in her mind. She placed her book on the nightstand and gracefully moved over to Carlisle's desk.

With a playful look in her eyes, she asked, "Does it have to be quiet all night?"

She leaned against the desk, the space between them now considerably shortened. Her heart beat a little faster as she looked at him, the silence of the house seeming to encourage their intimacy.

"I think I've heard enough silence for one day." she teased a hint of mischief in her voice.

She took a step closer, now standing right in front of him, her gaze locked with his. The room seemed to grow smaller, and the air between them charged with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

"Besides," she continued, her voice a sultry whisper, "I can think of a few things I'd rather hear tonight."

Carlisle swivelled in his chair, turning to face her. With a slow, deliberate movement, he looked up at Eve, his gaze intense and focused solely on her.

The look in his eyes was filled with a mixture of affection and desire as he took in the sight of her. The closeness of their bodies was undeniable, their proximity only adding to the heightened tension in the room.

He couldn't help but admire her, the way her eyes sparkled, her hair framing her face in a way that always drove him wild. "Is that so?" he asked, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, tracing small, lazy circles on her palm with his thumb. His touch was both soothing and electrifying, and it sent a shiver through her body.

"And what exactly would you like to hear tonight?" he inquired, his tone dripping with playful curiosity as he looked up at her, their eyes locked in an intimate stare.

There was a hint of a challenge in his gaze, a silent invitation for her to express her desires. Carlisle's touch was gentle yet possessive, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin that sent a delightful shiver down her spine.

With a playful smile, Eve moved forward, her legs moving to straddle him where he sat. She lowered herself slowly into his lap, her body now flush against his.

Leaning in closer, she spoke, her voice a sultry whisper, "Well, I suppose I have a few ideas."

Her hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the cool, marble-like skin under the fingertips of the revealed chest of his button-up shirt. As she spoke, her eyes never left his, a heated look in her gaze.

"You always know how to drive me crazy." She brought her lips to his neck, her breath was warm against his skin as she began to pepper open-mouthed kisses along his jawline and down to the hollow of his throat.

His hands instinctively moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as her mouth continued its path down his neck. The feeling of her touch combined with the heat of her kisses set his body ablaze, a low growl forming in his throat.

After a brief moment, Carlisle finally broke and moved forward to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands, still on her hips, moved upwards to her back, pulling her closer to him.

The kiss was a mix of tenderness and desperation, months of tension and pent-up desire pouring into it.

He silently thanked his family for leaving, giving them the privacy they needed. Carlisle knew that with the house empty, there was no chance he could resist Eve's allure, her voice or her touch.

In the absence of others, he allowed himself to indulge in his desires, letting go of his usual restraint when it came to physical intimacy.

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He deepened the kiss, his tongue parting her lips and exploring the sweetness of her mouth. His hands continued to roam over her body, touching and caressing every inch of bare skin he could reach.

Every touch was both gentle and possessive, a mix of desire and passion driving his actions. Carlisle could feel his resolve slipping, the need for her growing more intense with each passing moment.

The heat from her body against his was nearly unbearable, causing him to hiss into the kiss. He responded by pulling her even closer, his hands gripping her hips tightly. With ease, he lifted her in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Refusing to break their connection, he spun around and pushed everything off his desk, lowering her down gently on the now-empty surface.

The change in position gave him more access to her neck, and he wasted no time, trailing hot kisses down the exposed flesh. His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, and he lingered there, eliciting a soft moan from her throat.

With her body laid out on the desk before him, Carlisle couldn't resist the urge to explore every inch of her, his hands roaming over her curves and his mouth leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and clavicles.

The sounds of her soft breaths and the way her body arched slightly under his touch only fueled his desire further, driving him to take things further. His hands moved down to her thighs, caressing and squeezing the soft skin there.

He pulled her even closer to the very edge of the desk, his body settling between her legs as he continued to kiss and nip at her skin. The heat and electricity between them were palpable, the tension in the room almost tangible.

He could feel her body responding to his touch, and it was all he could do to maintain his restraint. The sounds of her sighs and moans were like music to his ears, spurring him on to explore further, to take her to the edge of pleasure and beyond.

Eager to feel the intimate touch of their bodies, Carlisle quickly began to undress, his movements swift and precise, driven by a need to touch her skin. As soon as he finished undressing himself, he turned his attention to her, moving to undress her as well.

His hands worked with efficiency, slowly stripping away the fabric that separated them. Each piece of clothing removed revealed more of her to him, and his gaze roamed over her form, admiring the curves and valleys of her body.

Once she was undressed, he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her. He marvelled at the way her body lay bare before him, the way her eyes darkened with desire, and the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

While they had been intimate many times before, Carlisle never grew tired of the sight of her. Every moment with her was a revelation, a chance to rediscover the wonders of her body and the depth of their connection.

He leaned closer, pressing his body against hers, relishing the feeling of her skin against his. He allowed his hands to roam over her body, exploring every contour with a reverence that bordered on worship.

His touch was gentle but insistent, his hands mapping out her body, tracing over the dips and curves with a knowing caress. He continued to kiss her, his mouth moving down to the sensitive spots on her neck and collarbone, eliciting soft gasps and moans from her lips.

The sensation of his kisses and touches sent shivers down her spine, her body arching into his, seeking more of the pleasure he was evoking in her. As he continued to lavish attention on her body with his mouth, he slipped a hand between them, his fingers finding the intimate heat of her body.

His touch was deliberate and calculated, each movement designed to draw her closer to the edge of pleasure he was already so familiar with. He added pressure and finesse to his actions, knowing exactly what would drive her wild.

He could feel her body responding to his touch, the tension building as he worked her closer and closer to the precipice. His own body was thrumming with desire, the sight and feel of her in his arms almost too much to bear.

He continued his ministrations, determined to see her lose herself in the pleasure he was bringing her. His free hand moved to cup her face, his thumb tracing over her jawline, and he captured her lips in a deep, messy kiss.

Her mouth was captured in a kiss, her moans and gasps filling the room as his hand continued its work at her lower part. Every touch, every movement was deliberate, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. The kiss was desperate, filled with need and desire, their breaths intermingling in the charged air between them.

Eve's leg wrapped around his waist, a clear signal that she was growing impatient with his playful teasing. Without needing any words, Carlisle chuckled against her lips, knowing exactly what she was trying to communicate.

In response, he continued to tease her further, drawing out the anticipation and heightening the tension between them. He broke the kiss, only to trail his lips down her neck, his fingers continuing their work.

Each touch was calculated, designed to drive her wild and leave her begging for more. He could feel her body responding to his every move, her pulse quickening and her breath coming in quick gasps. He knew he was driving her to the edge but was determined to take his time, to savour every moment.

His mouth moved down to her collarbone, his tongue tracing languid patterns along her skin as his fingers continued their intricate dance. The room was filled with the sounds of her heavy breaths and the soft sighs and moans that she couldn't help but let escape.

He observed her closely as she succumbed to his touch, her body responding to his every move. Seeing the desire and need in her eyes, he finally decided to give her what she wanted.

He shifted his position slightly, his hands gripping her hips as he brought his own body closer to hers. With a smooth motion, he lifted her slightly, positioned her where he wanted her and aligned himself with her.

He paused for a moment, holding himself back just long enough for their eyes to meet. The look in his eyes was a mixture of desire, affection, and a hint of dominance. He waited for her to give him the signal, a silent request for permission to continue.

When she nodded slightly, signalling her consent, he entered her slowly, taking his time and watching her reactions closely. The feeling of her body enveloping him was almost too much, and he bit down on his lip, fighting to maintain control.

Her body stretched around him, embracing him in a way that was both familiar and new. He moved slowly, his pace deliberate and gentle as he watched her expression shift and change as he moved within her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted in a silent gasp, and he could feel her body gripping him tighter with each movement.

Each movement brought him closer to the edge, the sensation of her body around him almost too much to bear. He continued to watch her reactions, adjusting his pace and pressure to bring her as much pleasure as possible. His hands moved to grip her thighs, holding her in place as he increased the intensity of his thrusts and the sounds of her breath growing.

They were both aware that the night had just started, and they both used its full potential. Carlisle's movements were deliberate, each thrust designed to bring them both pleasure and to leave her gasping and begging for more. Her hands roamed over his skin, her fingers tracing patterns on his back and shoulders as she clung to him, lost in the sensations he was evoking in her.

Their lips met in a tangle of love and affection, words of their feelings passing between them on soft breaths and whispered confessions. They lost themselves in their pleasure, the room filling with the sounds of their moans and gasps as they explored each other's bodies thoroughly throughout the night.

Hours passed, and the night deepened around them as they continued to explore and express their love. Both of them were lost in the sensation, the world around them forgotten in the intensity of their connection. They moved as one, their bodies and souls intertwined in a way that was both familiar and new.