Conventional Mishaps

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight; it belongs to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I am simply playing with the characters in her lovely saga.

**Esme's POV**

Standing in the kitchen making my only granddaughter lunch, I silently watched my husband enter our grand home from the garage entrance.

He was back from his twenty one hour shift at Fork's hospital. It had originally begun as a twelve hour shift—which was normal. I was perfectly fine with that, but today one of his colleagues had called in sick. Carlisle had been the doctor on call, as he usually was; so he took over the other doctor's shift.

I sighed as I heard his phone go off from inside his pocket after he had set the keys to his Mercedes down on the coffee table, just about to sit and relax.

He sent an apologetic look to me as he entered the garage once more to take his call.

"Wonderful." I murmured disappointedly to myself.

Renesmee stood up on the chair she had been sitting in to touch my cheek. The vision she shared was of me looking sad as I watched my husband leave the house again.

I gave her a weak smile.

"I just miss Grandpa, sweetie," I assured her. I told her that I was fine until she sat once more to enjoy the meal that I had prepared for her.

I knew I was bluffing, though not entirely. I really did miss my husband being home. His long shifts were hard on me, but I always sucked it up. There wasn't much I could do about it.

Carlisle loved what he did at the hospital; taking care of people was what he did profoundly well. I would never deny him that opportunity.

It was particularly more painful this weekend, however because it was our wedding anniversary. We didn't celebrate it often…I take that back. Carlisle and I did not always make a big deal out of it every year.

Nothing like when Rosalie and Emmett or Alice planned celebrations. But it had been a long while since he and I had made it a celebration, I thought this year, it would be nice to get away.

It looks like fate was not on my side today. Nevertheless, I watched my husband slump back into the house… He never carried himself that way. He raked his fingers through his blonde hair. It was not a good sign.

I walked over to greet him.

"Good evening, dearest." I kissed him lightly.

He responded to the kiss and encircled his arms around my waist. I looked at him expectantly.

His amber eyes would not meet mine, and I knew he was struggling with whatever the contents the prior call had held. He spoke finally; his gentle timbre was strained from his work load that day.

"I wouldn't call tonight good, darling." I waited for him to continue, trying my best to keep composure. He tenderly stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

When he still did not explain, I was worried. I found my voice, forcing it to be even.

"What are you talking about? Who called you?" It came out as more of a demand than an inquiry, he was aware of that immediately.

"The Chief of Medicine. There is a doctor's convention that I am required to attend… coming up." He ended it with that phrase.

Carlisle was hesitant in his answer to me. One thing I recognized in my husband, he was never hesitant. This was a rare moment…making me worry additionally.

"Carlisle," I reached up and touched his face. He was starting to scruff up from being away from home so much.

His eyes were finally on me. It's about time.

"When is the convention?" I asked, instantly regretting it.

He looked down. That was enough of an answer for me. It was over this weekend. He was going to be gone over our anniversary. My heart sank, metaphorically speaking.

I suppose I should be used to this by now. I have been with Carlisle for a very long time. Things like this would occur and we would find some way around it.

I had been looking forward to spending quality time with my handsome mate. No matter how much time went by, he could still make my knees weak.

I felt his hand lift my chin up, something in his eyes were different but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Yes," He placed a kiss against my temple. I glanced around noticing that the two of us were presently alone. His hands glided up my sides, his fingers brushed the side of my breast. He smiled as it made me shiver. "It is this weekend. Care to join me?"

My mind was in a fog from his touch but somehow I heard what he said.

"I'm allowed to?" I asked, barely a whisper.

His smile spread to a grin, letting his hands move down my body with a feather light touch.

"Yes you are. We will be able to commemorate our anniversary." He replied, brushing his lips along my jaw.

My breath sped up as I locked my arms around his neck, mostly to keep myself upright. My legs felt like jello; it was making me unsteady. He held me firmly to his body.

I fluttered my eyelashes against his neck as I laid my head to rest on his muscular shoulder.

"I would like that very much." I managed to say.

Carlisle let out a low growl of anticipation. The sooner we left the better. He stopped his attention to my body and led me up to our bedroom.

I followed eagerly. My body was all kinds of turned on, excuse the bluntness. I may be a woman, but when it came to my husband I still felt like the young girl I had been, when I first met him.

I packed our suitcases as Carlisle called the airport and purchased the plane tickets.

I watched him as I packed the clothes we would need. It was the only real necessity, but to appear human we always added toiletries and other items of individual interest.

I smiled as I zipped the suitcases closed. Carlisle was behind me; I leaned into him. I could feel his erection against my back.

"We have everything, dear." I mumbled coherently somehow as he kissed me softly.

"Then let's go. The kids have been notified and will be watching over the house while we are away."

We gathered out luggage and were on the plane within a half an hour. Thank goodness for vampire speed.

The plane ride was boring me. We had barely lifted off and I was fed up already. Carlisle and I were a proper couple. We didn't believe in demeaning a bathroom—if it was not our own—or any old public area. Our children, mostly, did not share the same morality that we did. So this meant that we kept our passions to ourselves.

I made a mental sigh. Earlier had made my body spark with desire and the flames wouldn't die down until Carlisle put it out.

From the corner of my eye, I tried to watch him discretely read his book. He was so serene when he read. I enjoyed watching him.

He became sentient to my observing him I assumed as he purposefully licked his middle finger and thumb meticulously slow to help him turn the pages.

A whimper escaped through my lips at a decibel too low for a human to hear. I heard his chest rumble, a primal instinct of our kind. I bit my bottom lip.

We needed off this plane. It had been far too long since we have been intimate, no thanks to the hospital.

I rested my hand on his knee, feeling it involuntarily jerk beneath my touch.

"Hold out a little longer." I kissed his cheek, shifting in my chair uncomfortably due to the fire in my core.

He twined his fingers with my hand resting on his leg and brought it to his lips, brushing them against the back of my hand.

I smiled at him as he turned his attention back to his book. I leaned down to grab my carry on bag and pulled out a decorating magazine. Hopefully this will keep me distracted long enough. I crossed my legs.

We sat in silence during the remainder of the flight. The sexual tension was thick in the air between us, I could hardly stand it. I could smell his arousal; no doubt that he could do the same with mine.

I just wanted to take him right then and there in first class as we made our way off the plane and into the terminal.

Once we had our luggage, Carlisle grabbed my hand roughly and pulled me along to the car rentals. We rented the fastest car in sight and he gunned it to the hotel he had booked for us.

I watched him as he checked us in and got the key. After we turned the corner, before any humans could blink, we were on our way to the suite.

My body quivered with wanton passion. It ached for the gorgeous blonde doctor that I was happily married to.

Carlisle locked the door and kissed me fervently. His hands began to remove my clothing when I stopped him.

He looked at me quizzically.

I smiled coyly, "Just a moment." I grabbed my purse, where I had stashed a negligee Alice had presented me with on my birthday, oddly enough. I understood why now.

I changed quickly and tied one of the robes, given to every room, around me to cover it.

Carlisle had untied his tie, letting it loosely hang down. His shoes were set aside and he had taken his belt off; it draped over the chair beside the king size bed.

He was perfect. His god-like features never ceased to astound me. I loved this man.

His golden eyes sparkled with excitement as I sauntered towards him. He began to speak but I silenced him with a passionate kiss. My fingers worked nimbly to unbutton his shirt.

I felt his finger tips trailed the curve of my hip through the fabric of the robe then followed the line of my exposed legs as far as he could reach from his seated position on the bed.

I popped the button off his slacks, slightly impatient. He had many pairs with which to replace it and I slowly dragged the zipper down.

His hands encircled the tiniest part of my waist as he guided me closer to his body.

My hands slipped inside the slacks he was wearing, feeling the silkiness of his boxers. I pushed past the elastic band to reach his length. I stroked him once causing his eyes to roll back in his head.

I giggled softly; making his eyes open, as he fought to concentrate my hand expertly worked his cock.

Swiftly, he tugged at the robe with enough strength to rip it from my body, momentarily stopping my ministrations.

His eyes blazed. In one quick motion he changed our positions so that my back was flat on the bed and he was hovering over me.

"Well, well," I said trying not to be smug, "I thought you were enjoying what I was doing for you."

He attacked my body with kisses, grinning.

"Oh of course I did, darling." He mustered in between kisses, "I just didn't want to be the only one being pleasured."

Another giggle escaped me followed by a gasp as his hot mouth found my breasts. I tangled my fingers in his hair briefly before pushing his pants down to his ankles with my feet.

He kicked them off. He was very intense, yet gentle, in his approach as he worked skillfully on my body.

I was in a blissful state, euphoria, heaven…whatever you want to call it. And we weren't even making love, yet.

Suddenly the sound of his phone filled the room. We froze in our positions.

Carlisle sighed and pushed himself off the bed, over me. He trudged to the desk where the ringing piece of junk lay.

He glanced at me. I was already breathing raggedly, but I nodded silently giving him my consent to answer the call.

I made a face, letting him know I was not happy about it.

He snapped it open and answered in the same manner.

I listened as the conversation went on for a couple of minutes, drumming my fingers on the head board. I suppressed a soft moan as I watched his boxers twitch as each finger tapped against the wooden frame.

He hastened the discussion, finally wrapping it up and before I had a chance to inquire, he had launched himself on top of me.

Instantly we ripped of the remaining articles of clothing from each other and got busy.

A matter of mere minutes later, we had both came down from our high and I snuggled to his sweaty form.

"Sorry that had to be so quick, my love." His words were sincere and apologetic.

I kissed directly below his jaw behind his ear.

"I understand, dearest." I sat up to let him change and fix his hair to appear more professional.

I knew he felt bad enough, so I planted a chaste kiss on his lips before going into our bathroom to shower.

As I turned on the water on and stepped in the shower, I heard him call out his salutation.

"See you tonight." I replied, sighing as I hurried through the bathing process. It wasn't the same without Carlisle.

I grabbed a towel and patted myself dry. I walked into the main room of the suite. This was going to be how the entire convention would go.

I was starting to loathe, not his job, but his cell phone. It was always interrupting us during our cherished time together.

I tied my hair in a loose pony tail and got dressed. I put on a simple t shirt of Carlisle's and stretchy shorts. I loved smelling like my husband, especially in times like this.

Lying back against the pillow in bed, I noticed a single pink rose and a note on my husband's side of the bed.

I picked up the flower, smelling its beautiful and sweet scent.

Carlisle had always told me that I smelled like pink roses, only more potent, to him. I smiled and picked up the note.

It read:

My Darling, Esme~

I apologize for having to leave you alone whilst I attend the required convention. Too bad they don't know that I already know everything they are trying to teach me.

I feel like a terrible husband, truly, you must know. I would much rather spend time with the woman of my dreams at this moment.

I will return to your side as soon as I can get away. I promise that I will be back before our anniversary. You will get your present when I arrive.

I miss you already.

With all the love I possess,

~Your Carlisle

P.S. I have a rose pinned to my jacket to match the one I left for you. I hope you don't mind that I sprayed it with your perfume. :)

I smiled at my husband's thoughtful words. I brought the note to my lips, kissing it gently. This was going to be a very long night.

A/N: So here is my first Carlisle/Esme story. I am considering making this an actually story, it started out going to be a one shot but I like it so far. Let me know what you think. Ideas and/or suggestions are welcome.

As the title says, during the convention there is going to be mishaps occurring as Esme and Carlisle try to spend the weekend celebrating.

I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading and please review!

Loves,

Ebony-Rosez