Timeless
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Striding up behind the tall Quileute girl, he drags her back until she is in his arms and against his hard body, the softness of her lean lines, complementing his stealth quite beautifully.
The satin of her dress rubs against the cotton of his dress shirt, her wavy black locks shimmering in front of his eyes. He can smell her; the salt of her skin, the remnants of a floral perfume he picked out for her to wear, the sheer desire she holds to be touched, caressed by him - only him.
Leaning down he nips at her earlobe, sucking only for a moment before dragging his teeth across the flesh as he pulls away teasingly. The tiny illicit moan that slips from her lips has his mouth pulling up into an indefinable smirk and his slacks tightening almost immediately.
"You've been avoiding me all night," he hums, his fingers creeping to encase her locks and push them from the length of her slender neck, "you're going to be punished when we get home."
The words only come out as mumbled sighs as he presses his lips against her skin, finally tasting her scent.
She is how he remembers, how he loves.
"Did you miss me?" Her voice is full of sultry promise and the sound alone has Carlisle brimming with absolution. The absolute knowledge that by the time the night is through, he will be buried so tightly inside her that both their worlds will dissolve and all that will be left in their skies are stars.
Resting his palms on her stomach, he rubs slow heated patterns into the silk, burning it from the inside out.
She feels every movement of his hands and his crotch; which is now flattened against her backside. They feel the flames engulfing them - right in the middle of the dance floor - burning and setting them a light for each other.
"Of course," he growls as he nips at her shoulder.
Leah smiles as her eyes watch the bride and groom sweep each other across the dance floor. "Aren't they beautiful?" she sighs, amazed as her brothers face bursts with happiness, his other half now tied to him forever in a dazzling gala of pearl, lace and teak.
"Not as beautiful as you were when I married you," Carlisle whispers back, his chin leaning softly against her shoulder. There is such devotion in his voice it's hard to believe one can love so deeply, so violently.
"You're just saying that."
"And you know I only say things I mean," he chuckles, stroking her arm as he holds her close.
The pull between them is as strong as it has ever been. He now knows why in the past, he had felt so alone, so isolated. It was only in the first moments of meeting her, of seeing her laugh, her smile and of looking into her eyes did he know, that for his whole life he had been waiting for her.
"I love you always," he mutters as she turns to look up at him, her dark eyes piercing him as if she can see his very soul, "even before I met you, I knew I loved you."
His declaration has her trembling inside, her happiness boiling in the pit of her heart and bubbling through her lips into a gracious smile.
"I love you too," Leah whispers, pulling him down by the soft material of his formal attire so they are merely millimetre's apart.
He can feel her soft breath wash over him, her aura, and he fights desperately to keep his eyes from closing. She calms him like no other, sears him like no other and loves him like only she could.
Her lips press against his chastely, just giving him a teasing taste of her mouth before pulling away.
"Let's go home," she says, her fingers tying loops in his hair, still after all these years amazed by the softness of the blonde locks.
"Lets," he smirks, kissing her once more before drawing her away from the gathering crowd who are about to bid Seth and his bride farewell.