This isn't really a lemon, but it's got a little bit of lime

Carlisle walked into our room, Esme was still mad at him. She was lying on her side on the bed, not facing him. It had been a month now and she was still angry. He sighed and went over to face her, as soon as he was at her eye level, she turned over to face the other way.

"Esme, please, you're acting like a child" he told her.

She 'humphed' and he ran around to face her again. She tried to turn over but he put a strong yet gentle hand on her side to stop her. She growled and squirmed. She attempted to punch him but he grabbed her wrist, not taking his eyes off of her. She tried to use the other hand but he grabbed that one too.

"Please" Carlisle begged.

Her face softened and he let go of her but it was an act, she threw him into the wall, leaving a large dent. It was a good thing their children were all out, it was just them in the house fighting like children. He launched himself at her and landed right next to her. Anything Carlisle ever did near Esme was gentle, he never wanted to hurt her and everything he did next was. Carlisle grabbed her wrists and pinned them down next to her shoulders. His knees were on either side of her waist and she squirmed even more underneath him.

"Will you listen to my now, my love?" Carlisle smirked.

She turned her head so she wasn't looking at him anymore. Perfect. Her neck lay bare for him. He leaned down and began kissing it. She moaned and jerked her arms but Carlisle was still too strong for her.

"S-stop it" she murmured.

"Struggling, dear?" he smirked.

He knew she was trying to fight it, the feeling of sensuality that was overwhelming her. He decided that obviously kissing her neck wasn't enough. Carlisle moved to her shoulder. She eventually gave in to the passion and kissed him on the lips. She pushed him off of her, into a wall and pressed herself against him.

"No more foreplay" she whispered against his lips.

She attacked his lips fiercely, he kissed back passionately. She started unbuttoning his white shirt and tore it from his body, she took a moment to marvel at his white, marble chest. She ran her hands down his back and kissed his chest. He moved his fingers to her black blouse and unbuttoned it impatiently, he kissed her neck. He lifted the straps of her chemise from her shoulders, pulled them over and let the red garment drop to her bare feet.

They used their vampire speed to get out of the rest of their clothes and lay on the bed together. He hovered above her and kissed her soft lips lovingly. Making love was someone Carlisle and Esme like any other couple did but they were usually sweet and gentle with each other. Usually.

"Why were you so mad at me?" Carlisle asked afterwards. "I don't remember"

"Me neither, I forgot when we..." Esme blushed.

"I love you" he said, stroking cheek.

"I love you, too" she smiled against his chest.

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