Carlisle's POV
I had checked my watch, nearly 5pm. It was starting to dim down in the small town of Forks, Washington…as it normally did at this time of night. That was the thing about living in the wettest place in the continental US, the constant cloud cover made night a little longer that normal. Though that didn't bother me too much, over the centuries I have been alive I have seen my fair share of sun and rain, weather really didn't matter too much to me these days…unless of course it was going to be sunny, then I had to stay home with his family – a prospect I savoured.
I remembered last night Esme and I were talking about history, how I had lived through most of what she had been taught at school growing up as a young human, though the fact that I was nearly three hundred years older than her never ceased to amaze me, she was always the more mature out of the two of us when we were behind closed doors. We had decided between the two of us that I was going to give her some history lessons which saved both; her reading through books and also, gave us a chance to be together.
It wasn't until tonight when I realised how special this was going to be, for once again in our relationship she was going to be the student and I her teacher. I didn't need to think too much about what I was going to teach her because everything in history had been ran by me a hundred times or more, in various ways. That night I arrived home from work at 6pm, just under an hour after I had left the hospital…there was a few things I had to pick up from the store on the way home; flowers, candles, notepad and a pen for Esme…It wasn't that we didn't have any pens, it was just that she needed her own and for her line of work – restoration – she only ever used pencil.
Much like every night, I was greeted at the door by Esme; part of our animal instinct I guess…we have a natural compass to each other. I lead her up to my study, she looked a littler nervous…though I was unsure why. I sat her down on the couch in my study and presented her the pen and the notepad "Right" I said to her softly, sitting on the edge of my desk "I'm going to talk to you about the United Kingdom…her Empire, her rise, her fall, where she is now" I explained, knowing that the United Kingdom was where I came from and she had never been too, and presumably never learned about at school.
As I continued my lecture it was becoming increasingly more difficult to concentrate on anything accept Esme, I was sure that she was doing it on purpose…I knew right at the point she ran her finger slowly up her own next and put her pen in her mouth that tonight I was tricked, not that I would complain. I watched as she flicked her tongue over the tip of the pen, my mind instantly turning to mush. Of course, I had the reputation of being able to control myself very well…but Esme was my weakness.
I could feel the venom rushing around my body like millions of tiny shards of glass under my skin, sending me into overdrive. I cursed my thoughts and paused my speaking as I moved around behind my desk, sitting down on my large ox-blood leather chair; at least this way she wouldn't see my current state of arousal. Though I knew Esme better than that, and she knew me better than that.
I slipped off my jacket and scarf so that I was just in my suit; shoes, socks, pants, shirt, boxers, undershirt and tie. Though my pants were becoming increasingly tighter by the minute. I don't know how I did it, by some stroke of luck, but I managed to catch Esmes eyes. I heard her let out a long slow breath and heard the creak of the couch as she stood up and made her way towards me, her heels clicking on the cold hard-wood flooring.
Finally I lifted my head from my staring position on the desk, only to see Esme begin to straddle me on my chair. "I don't think…sex had anything to do with history Esme" I began, hoping to deter her from her current…activities; but to no avail. She grabbed my tie and tugged me towards her, feeling how wantonly kissing me was further fuelling my avid excitement. "Carlisle, I want you to take me…over the desk" she purred in my ear, how could I resist?
I quickly leaned forwards and kissed her neck, nipping and sucking lightly until I mustered up the nerve to pick her up and throw her on the desk as instructed. I held her close to me with one hand, her legs wrapping around my waist and with my other, free hand, I pushed all the things off my desk and onto the floor. There was a light thud and a small crack as I dropped us both against the desk; knowing that it wouldn't hurt her if I was a little rough. "What do you want?" I asked, only to hear her purr in my ear again.
"You know what I want Doctor Cullen, I want you…I want you inside me, right here, right now" the last word was punctuated with a thrust of her hips and a tug on my tie to pull me closer.