Pairing: Edward/Carlisle (This means SLASH, male/male romance. If this offends you, do not read on! If you DO read on, do not complain to the author about the slash.)
Prompts: (30 Kisses) #28 Wada Calcium CD3, #23 candy, #12 in a good mood
Word count: 100 (per drabble); 3 drabbles in this set
Author's Note: The "chapters" in this drabble/ficlet series are not necessarily in chronological order. (This one very obviously takes place around 90 years after the first chapter.) Hopefully, this won't be too confusing for either the readers or the writer.
ETA: Formerly posted as a part of a drabble collection. Due to the fact that I've been writing these out of chronological order (as inspiration strikes), the collection format has confused some readers. So, I'm posting these separately now.
Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters are the creation of Stephenie Meyer.
Settling In: Forks, WA
by Lucidscreamer
They take turns shopping at the local supermarket. Bread, milk, eggs, candy - comestibles as camouflage. What they buy is not as important as being seen to buy it.
He and Edward draw enough attention: the way they look, the two of them living alone in that big, secluded house in the woods. No need to add to the speculation by forgetting the basics of their human pretense.
This week it's Carlisle's turn to shop. He pretends to check the list in his hand. But all he can think about is the kiss he'll receive when Edward welcomes him home.
-o0o-
They are vampires. There is absolutely no need for calcium supplements - or any other kind of supplement - but Carlisle still finds himself reading labels and thinking of how grateful he is for the strength inherent in Edward's bones and skin, and the venom he tastes when they kiss. The words "Building strong bones for a healthy life!" catch his eye and he laughs as he walks away.
"A healthy life" is a relative term when applied to supernatural creatures, but he knows beyond doubt that his own existence would not be worth continuing without Edward by his side.
-o0o-
Strains of Debussy wind through the air like ribbons, wrapping him up and drawing him upstairs. As always, Edward at the piano takes Carlisle's breath away. Long fingers deftly stroking the keys, face the picture of concentration, Edward is art in motion and Carlisle is rapt with appreciation.
Three strides carry him to Edward's side. He presses his lips to Edward's jaw, trails open-mouthed kisses across one high cheekbone, down to enticing lips that part for him with a soft moan.
Minutes later, Edward smiles. "You're in a good mood."
"You're here." As if that says it all.
It does.