I got this idea the other day. I can just imagine Esme sub consciously comparing Charles and Carlisle. This is a little thing I'm writing about Esme comparing her first time with Charles to her first time with Carlisle.
Italics are her memories and regular is the present time.
As always, I don't own Twilight. Reviews would be fantastic, but don't be mean. Thanks!
"Woman!" Charles barked. I turned to face him, looking down. I was always too afraid to look in his eyes. "Yes dear?" I reply, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "I want you to give me a child."He commands. I have been waiting for him to say it. I didn't want to do it. I had wanted to save myself.
"Charles, can we talk about this. Remember the doctor said that a child may not be too healthy for me? We should sit down and have a long talk if you are serious about this." I knew my words were useless.
"YOU THINK I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT SOME DOCTOR SAYS!" He yelled, making me jump. "You are my damn wife and if I want a child then you'll give me what I want." He grabbed my wrist. There was a lust in his eyes I'd never seen before
"Carlisle?" I ask, sitting down on the bed. He smiles at me and un-does his tie. "Yes Esme?" He replies. I take a deep breath. I'll admit it, I was nervous. I don't know why. I should never be afraid around him.
"It's our wedding night. I want to spend it with you." I say. I know he'll understand what I mean. He sits next to me and takes my hands in his. He's silent for a moment, thinking. His face is different. I cannot tell what is going through his mind.
"I want this to be up to you, I don't want to take advantage of you." He says finally. I shake my head. "I want you Carlisle. I trust you and I love you." He kisses me gently and I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer. This kiss is different than before. I like it.
Charles was gone when I awoke. Fresh bruises decorated my body. Tears fell silently down my cheeks. I got dressed quickly and made my way downstairs. Charles was sitting at the table, reading the paper in silence. "Make breakfast, it's the least you can do after last night." He ordered. I hurried to do as he asked.
He put the paper down. "I am your husband, I told you I wanted you and you did not do as I ask. You purposely went against my directions. Don't say that you tried. Don't give me that. I swear that we will do that every night until I enjoy myself." Charles said. "Oh." I whispered, not meaning to make any noise.
That set him off. He threw the paper onto the table. "God, what a terrible wife. I can't believe I married you." He stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone to sob.
The sun is trying to shine the next morning. I look up at Carlisle and he smiles. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't be there, which is probably why I tightened my arms around him. "Well, that was fun." Carlisle mutters. I laugh. "We've plenty of time for that. Forever actually." I say. "I am so glad I married you." He whispers and kisses my forehead. "I love you." I tell him, though I am positive he knows. He smiles.