a/n For and because of dazzelglo for planting the seed. I've never done these two before, so I thought it would be fun to try. You do not need to read "Firsts" to understand, but you're more than welcome to read it anyway!

OUTTAKE from "Job"

The house was quiet with no one home. Rosalie and Emmett were off hunting, helping out, as they put it, to lower the suddenly huge bear population that was threatening the area. Alice had taken Jasper shopping, and they wouldn't be back for a while. Bella had been over this morning, but she hadn't come back since returning home to send Renesmee off for her first day of work.

Esme had been married to Carlisle for ninety years, but his kindness never ceased to amaze her. Their granddaughter had started taking college classes a few years ago, and ended up with an associate's in dental hygiene. Now, she was working in the dental annex of Carlisle's hospital, a job for which he'd recommended her. He had mentioned before leaving that he would be meeting her for lunch later today after a surgery.

So thoughtful.

Most of the morning, Esme puttered around, running the vacuum over the clean floors, baking a pie for Jacob, cleaning up from the pie, and ordering lingerie online.

Around noon, her phone beeped. She breezed through the kitchen and back into the living room to see what it was.

It was a text from Renesmee.

A few days ago, she'd told her granddaughter that she thought she looked cute in her scrubs, and Carlisle had embarrassed her, mentioning that she had a thing for scrubs. So it was to her absolute delight that her granddaughter had sent her a picture message.

Carlisle was sitting opposite her at a table wearing green surgical scrubs. His blonde hair was hidden under a surgical cap. He must have gone straight to lunch. He looked relaxed, leaning back in his seat with a curiously mischievous look on his face. She noted with pleasure that the scrubs were a bit tight over his chest, and she could see the definition there.

Underneath the picture was the caption, "This asshole insulted my car. He should be reprimanded."

Esme burst out laughing. Her granddaughter was truly an individual. She despised any talk of her parents' sex life, but the rest of the family was fair game. It had started a few months ago when Emmett had teased her about a few noises he'd heard coming from her house when Bella and Edward had been out. She'd shot back that she knew he liked to be cuddled after really good sex, which had silenced him and made Rosalie giggle. Emmett was afraid to tease her now, so Rosalie teased her instead. Toward Alice and Jasper, as well as Esme and Carlisle, she was a bit more subtle.

A few weeks ago, she'd come back from a shopping trip with a pair of red stilettos for Alice and asked, "Think you'll like these?" Alice had giggled and nodded.

And for Esme, she'd brought her a sheer chemise from some fancy shop in Seattle and said nothing, just handing her the bag with a wink.

Her behavior confused Edward, but Esme knew that if by some twist of fate Bella had been born earlier and they'd met sooner, Edward would be just as bad as his daughter.

Lord knew he was already on his way after yanking down Emmett's pants in the middle of an airport parking lot last year.

A few minutes later, she sent Carlisle a picture.

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Renesmee was just finishing up her description of the perfect set of teeth she'd cleaned this morning when Carlisle felt his phone vibrate.

"Wacha got?" she asked.

Carlisle opened the message and very nearly dropped his phone.

Esme had taken a picture of herself for him.

Her hair was tumbling free around her shoulders. She was seated at the foot of their bed wearing a sheer chemise with garters at the bottom. Her legs were partially covered in black stockings, but her legs were spread and the tiny thong she wore did little to cover his favorite part of her. It peeked, glistening, from the sides.

"Be nice and you'll get a reward," was the message underneath. "I like your srubs." He felt his mouth drop open, and he tried to speak, to ask what she'd said that had prompted such a response from his wife.

Finally, after listening to her giggle for too long, he asked, "What on earth did you say to her?"

"I told her you were making fun of my car and needed reprimanded," she said, picking up her tray as she stood. "See you later!" And just like that, she was gone.

The rest of the day was torture. Esme sent photos of herself all day long after that, and he found himself reciting the Magna Carta over and over all day to keep himself in check. She sent one of her bending over their bed, with her hand resting on her rounded butt. She sent another of her vacuuming in the same outfit, but wearing a sheer black robe. The last one was a close up of her barely covered crotch, and he could see how swollen she was. It was beyond erotic. From fifteen miles away, he could still turn her on.

He went straight home after work, leaving the scrubs on.

When he pulled into the garage, he noticed that Emmett's and Alice's cars were still gone. Hopefully Alice would see…

His phone buzzed, and he smiled when he saw the text from Alice.

Nobody will be home until tomorrow around noon. Have fun.

Upstairs, his wife, his reason for existing, was lying on their bed, propped up by a mountain of pillows, still in the same lingerie she'd used to tease him all afternoon.

"Hi, honey," she said, smiling coyly. She let her eyes wander up and down his body, and he felt himself reacting to her gaze. "How was your day?" She shifted slightly so that her legs were farther apart, her knees almost touching the bed.

He didn't answer. He was across the room before she could say anything else, and he wasted no time peppering her exposed skin with kisses. His tongue trailed a path from her neck to the valley between her breasts, and she moaned his name in her desire. He ran his hands down her stocking covered legs and grinned when he got to her feet. Sitting back on his heals, he propped her feet up so that he could get a better view of the five inch pumps she wore. "Now, how did I miss this?" he asked, crouching down to press a kiss against her ankle.

"I'm not sure," she asked, and she was grinning down at him. "You do have a thing for heals."

"Had to be the thong," he muttered, sliding back up her body to gaze at the thong in question. "It's very distracting." He slid a finger under the soaked black material, grinning when her hips bucked up toward him. He pulled it aside to stare at her pink flesh. And for a good minute, all he did was stare at her, watching the tremors go up her legs and make her twitch. She was so beautiful.

He didn't remove anything other than the thong. That was destroyed by a flick of his fingers and shoved into the pocket of his scrubs. They were going to wind up in the desk in his office so that he could have them whenever he found himself missing his wife. Or when she called during the night shift for phone sex.

Gently, he maneuvered her to the end of the bed. He said nothing while he moved her into a position like one of the pictures she'd sent, but this time, she was here and the thong was gone. Quickly, he shed his clothes, tossing them into a pile on the floor, before turning his attention back to his wife.

She was staring at him, her eyes hooded and dark with lust. One of her hands was tangled in her hair, the other resting on her covered breast. She whimpered when he slid into her, and his head fell back slightly. He'd been waiting all day for this, and she didn't disappoint. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him more fully. He slid his hands under the little lace ruffles and firmly grasped her ass, which had been on his mind today as much as anything else.

A gush of moisture poured onto him then, and he groaned, moving more quickly.

"Oh, God," she moaned, squeezing her breasts with both hands. "Oh, it feels so good."

"Esme," he moaned, his hips thrusting faster. He stared at her, watching her hands as they moved on her own breasts. She reminded him of a twenties pin up model. Her head was thrown back, letting her caramel waves cascade around her shoulders, fanning out on the pillow like a crown. The garment itself was completely transparent and made in a vintage style to be just a bit loose, so he could see the hardening of her nipples clearly. His mind flashed briefly to their first time together, and he felt a wave of déjà vu and nostalgia. Moans tumbled from her lips, just like they had when she realized that he would cause her no pain. She arched her back the same way and he moved so that he was on his knees, watching as she reclined against the pillows, eyes closed, hands still moving.

"Ah!" Her eyes fluttered open when he thrust into her a little harder, hitting her deeper in this position.

"I've thought about this all day," he mumbled, letting his head fall forward so he could better see himself sliding in and out of her, loving that she was so wet she made him glisten. "I could barely concentrate on my work. All I could think about was being inside you so I could feel what I could see."

"I wanted you," she moaned, and it sounded like an admission. "I didn't get enough last night."

"Didn't get enough?" Carlisle increased his pace, panting a little now. He managed a little laugh. "Darling, I can never get enough of loving you."

Leaving their posts at her breasts, her hands reached out to him, and he pulled her up so that she could straddle his lap. This pleased him, because it brought her closer to his lips. His hands quickly shoved the straps of thin material at her shoulders and his mind flashed again to another time…

He'd been home five minutes, and he already had his body inside hers. Most of his clothes were still on as he took her. She'd been waiting for him on the dining room table, spread out like some delicious meal for his lips to delight. He'd hardened immediately and crossed to her in three long strides. He'd shoved down the straps of her thin, muslin chemise, exposing her rounded breasts to his eyes and lips.

He devoured them now; feasting on her nipples and hearing her sharp cries of pleasure reach his ears.

Just like then, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, and just like then, she'd cried out in such pleasure it made him quiver. While he sucked, he let his tongue dart to her tip now and again, and every time, she made that same sound.

It was easy for him to keep his eyes on her. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back. Her lips were parted slightly, and a smile of delight danced on them. She was moaning, crying out to him, calling his name. He recommitted the sound again to his memory, the man inside him proud that he could make her feel this way. The feel of her wet flesh clenching around him was like nirvana, and he joined her this time, promising himself that the next round would include several more orgasms for her. She probably wouldn't have to wait long.

They crashed to the bed in a tangle of legs and arms, and she squealed with laughter when his lips found her ear to kiss and nibble on. His arms slid under her back to surround her as best he could, and he rolled them so that she lay upon his chest. She was still smiling brightly as she pulled her fingers through the soft gold hairs on his chest. He rubbed her back, and she actually purred with contentment, like some cat goddess, stretched on top of him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her down to kiss him. The sensation of his tongue invading her mouth was enough to make her moan again, and the sound vibrated through his tongue and down his body. He was hard again a second later, and still inside her, she felt it when he did. Another moan, another vibration. He shook slightly.

Her lips left his so that she sat upright on him, rocking back and forth.

So lovely.

It was several hours before they spoke again.

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