DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, and all the characters.

Spoiler Alert: Based on the books and makes references to important events and details from them.

Point of View: The entire narrative is from Carlisle's POV in a first person perspective.

Road to Alaska

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

It seemed we had run for hours. A caramel haired Goddess taunted me with her exotic beauty. Locks of hair danced around her head, teasing me with her splendor. Her scent lingered in my nostrils. I have no need to breathe, but her pheromones rewarded me with promises yet to come. Each breath an inhalation of her womanhood. My temptation overpowered my resolve. I reached and placed my hands upon her thin hips, as my eyes wolfishly devoured her curvy posterior. She stopped running. The rain continued to pour, drenching us and everything else in sight.

My Goddess pivoted seductively to face me, as my eyes took in her exquisite little heart-shaped face. A dimpled smile graced her lips upon seeing me staring dangerously into her eyes. My pheromones exuded heavily from my skin, as I wrapped my arms around this gorgeous creature before me. A sound came from her lips, much like the song of angels. I pleased her. My exotic beauty placed her left palm against my chest and wrapped an arm around my left hip. A seductive whisper escaped her lips, "Carlisle, you are an animal!"

A loud rumbling from my chest erupted into a thunderous growl of yearning passion in answer to her accusation. My golden eyes glazed with desire. In a low growl, I whispered to my wife, "Esme, let's be animals together." A thick drop of water splashed against her cheek. My hands flew to her face, and cupped it gently as I guided her to my lips. I inhaled deeply of her intoxicating scent, and nipped at her bottom lip. She gasped, and I heard the inhalation of breath as she drank of my pheromones. I suckled at her bottom lip, and tasted her beauty.

Golden eyes gazed to me with an animalistic furor, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as she pressed firmly against my lips. We kissed deeply as one. Hands reached to my backpack unfastening the straps as I tossed it to the side. My wife did the same. Water dripped from my golden hair as she placed her palm against the back of my head. She began to lower herself toward the ground, and pulled me with her. My lovely wife knew what she wanted, and that was me. She growled to me voraciously, and her hands flattened against my chest.

A howl escaped me, as I felt her fingernails digging into my chest through the bunched up material in her palms. The saturated material tore easily, and the sounds enticed me. Rivulets of water ran down my exposed back, but I hardly noticed. She laid upon the moss-covered ground, and with an animalistic frenzy, my hands tore at her clothes. In seconds they were little more than tatters on the ground. She quickly saw to it that my trousers and boxers soon followed.

Our bodies now fully exposed to the deluge of water pouring from the sky. Thunder rang loudly overhead, and lightning crashed around us illuminating our flesh. Rain splashed upon my shoulders, and rivulets of water cascaded down my back. I smiled to my wife wolfishly, and with an animalistic passion, we devoured one another. The sounds of splintered wood filled the air, as our bodies crashed through nearby trees in our lust-filled state.

Our passions now satiated as my wife snuggled into my side with her head upon the arm that supported her. The moss ground covering was no more. Mud graced our backs, as we stared up into the pouring rain. I surveyed the area, and became aware of the damage. They will grow again. I kissed the top of her head, and whispered, "I love you, Esme."

My reward came as she flipped herself quickly on her stomach, and moved to my lips. We kissed deeply, her intoxicating aroma lingered blissful in the air. My passions became aroused once more, but she all too soon pulled away. A finger came to my lips, signaling me to stop whatever it was I meant to do. She smiled warmly to me as she said, "Carlisle, I love you too, but it is getting late. We need buy more clothes before the stores close."

"Who needs clothes?" I enquired coyly to my wife, as I stared into her beauty. She turned an amused glance to me. Her silence was my answer, as apparently we were the ones needing of such things. I watched in dismay as she rose from where we lay. She pulled a small cloth from the backpack, and made her way to the nearby river. An impatient glance from her caused me to rise and quickly do likewise.

Flashes of lightning illuminated the sky, as I gazed to my beautiful Esme. I dampened my cloth in the water, and brought it to her face while dabbing at the dirt. I took a little liberty, as I continued to dab at spots of grime that failed to exist, but allowed for me a few extended moments of happiness. Esme gently cupped my hand between her own as she said; "now I'll wash you."

I stood to my full height, my head back, and chest out. My wife took her cloth and cleansed me, as she had promised. Despite my yearning for more, I had to agree with her reason. We did need new clothes, as the ones we had laid in tatters. I examined her, and she me for signs of filth. Satisfied with our cleanliness, we moved to our waterproof hiking packs and pulled out another set of clothing.

I dressed swiftly in anticipation of watching my wife while she put on her clothing. Visions of her splendor rewarded my efforts. With our packs in place and trash picked up, we were ready to continue our journey. She spun towards me, and smiled as a hand reached out to my shoulder. In an amused voice she spoke words of promise, "I found a very interesting site online, and it gave me certain ideas to try with you once we get to Alaska."

What better assurances can a man hear? My eyes lit up with anticipation of what that promise may hold. "I am looking forward to that," I offered with a wolfish grin, as I gave her my hand. "I have thought of little else but this trip in the past few days, "I admitted as I gazed into my wife's golden eyes.

Esme stared into my eyes, and offered a dimpled smile as she mentioned, "In all honesty, I was rather excited a few nights back when we told the children of our trip and that we planned to leave immediately. When the call from the hospital came in about the bus accident, I hated your job. I knew Fork's Community Hospital couldn't do without you for a few days, as there were so many patients."

"Esme," I began in a patient voice, "I could not have left knowing they needed me. It was a terrible accident, and many people needing hospitalization. "I leaned toward my wife and kissed her cheek, as I threw an arm around her shoulders. "They extended my holidays, so we still have a full week in Alaska."

A delicate hand came to my cheek, as I felt her palm flatten against it lovingly. "That is what I love about you Carlisle. You are the most compassionate man I know, and I would never have asked you to leave those people," Esme mentioned proudly. She gazed to me contemplatively, and then stated, "I forgot to pick up some rope."

With a sly grin I added, "The wait is never good, but at least I am better able to enjoy our vacation." I nuzzled softly into her neck when I realized what it was she said, "A rope?" I gave my wife a sly grin as I attempt to visualize what she had in mind, but came up with nothing. I was unable to think of any use for a rope, as we would snap it quicker than a human using dental floss. I gazed to her curiously and asked, "What do we need a rope for?"

She placed her finger upon my chest, and ran it down to my navel in a seductive manner, "oh, you'll see Carlisle. I saw it on this site, and think it might be very interesting." She giggled as I enquired further and fondly chided, "I cannot say, as it would ruin the surprise." I feigned a hurt expression, and with a wicked grin she hinted, "It is something that human strength is unable to manage."

No ideas came to mind. It obviously did not come from the type of sites I imagined. I could not honestly picture her looking at such things. The mystery was exciting, as my mind continued to think of different purposes a rope might have. My brow rose to her in confusion as I admitted; "now I have absolutely no idea what you have planned."

"I am not giving you anymore hints, Carlisle. You will have to wait until we get to Alaska," Esme lovingly teased. We resumed our course from earlier, as we once more ran at our full vampire speed toward Alaska. We could see a road ahead, and stayed just inside the forested area. The rain and trees would provide cover. Lights from a nearby town lit up the skyline, and we headed in that direction.

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