Summary: Carlisle and Esme reminisce about a certain day in Rome in 1968. Sorry I suck at summaries. ALOT better than it sounds. Please read. carlisleXesme . adult content. LEMONS in chapter 2

Disclaimer: Unfortunately Carlisle belongs to Stephenie Meyer (and Esme). I have just borrowed him for a while. This is a work of fiction. It is no way a dream I had about Peter Facinelli... LOL

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Esme POV

It was a normal Saturday. I was sitting in the lounge reading Wuthering Heights which I had borrowed from Bella and Carlisle was in his studying researching as usual. I heard him ask our children if they were going hunting later today and Edward confirmed they were. How odd. It was sunny out today. I guess we could go hunting if we went somewhere even more remote than normal. Maybe Carlisle knew of somewhere. Yes, hunting was overdue. I looked forward to that. What happened next in the conversation therefore confused me. My husband advised Edward that him and myself would not be going today. Why not? What was the reason? He didn't say, not out loud anyway, but I suspect he told Edward in his thoughts. Confused, I walked up the stairs to his study to ask. Edward had already left the room and was gathering the others. My gorgeous husband was staring at a photo on the wall, clearly deep in thought, when I entered the room. He glanced up and acknowledged me and then went back to staring at the photo. Intrigued I wandered over to see which photo in particular he was looking at. I smiled. It was of the both of us in Rome, taken by Edward, in 1968. We were standing in front of a big Da Vinci painting that was in our house at the time. Do we still have that painting somewhere? As I stood there remembering happy times from our past, I felt big strong arms around me. My husband put his left hand to my face and tilted it to the right to expose my neck. He started to gently kiss my neck, starting from my jaw line and getting lower. I felt every touch like electricity. Then he abruptly stopped.

"So," he enquired, "do you remember what happened that day?"

I was puzzled. We had started the overcast day by ordering the children out so we could spend some 'quality time' alone together. Oh yes, I remembered that clearly. We were living in a house in the centre of Rome and the walls were nowhere near thick enough. Carlisle had noticed that Emmett and Rosalie and Jasper and Alice often went out in the middle of the night, and suspected why. No privacy in that house. But getting Edward out of his room was a difficult task which Carlisle managed occasionally by bribing either Emmett or Jasper to take him hunting with them. We didn't get enough 'quality time' together then. Now that the children were at school most days I had no complaints in that area. I remembered that later that day we had gone for a moonlight stroll round the city and enjoyed being an normal couple, just walking, holding hands. I could not think of anything out of the ordinary happening that day.

Carlisle sensed my confusion.

" What did we do that day, my darling Esme?" his voice almost sang to me.

My mind was blank. I tried desperately to think of something..then it clicked.

"Oh." was all I could mumble. I didn't often get embarrassed but now I was. I enjoyed our sex life of course but we always waited until the children had gone out. That day was the only day Carlisle had specifically asked them to. They knew exactly what we were getting up to whilst they were out. Just like they did now. I cringed.

Carlisle was worried by my silence. He had turned to stand in front of me, looking into my eyes with a concerned look on his face. Then suddenly a wave of lust hit me, well actually both of us I guess.

"Jasper!" Carlisle whispered in mock warning.

"I remember vividly." I said, trying hard to hide the elation in my voice and failing miserably. My husband broke out into a big smile and his eyes glistened in anticipation. At that moment I noticed the silence. They'd all left. We were totally alone.

No words were needed at this point. Carlisle took me by the hand and walked to our room.