[Daughter inspired me to read the series…old acquaintance inspired me to write. Characters are property of Stephanie Meyer, and not me. Don't own anything. Not even the notebook this is typed on. If you enjoy what you read please feel free to click on that lovely button marked review]
He ran his hand gently and slowly up from her chest. Over her perfect breast. He kissed where he had just caressed, and stole a glance up at the most beautiful woman he'd laid his 362 year old eyes on. Esme's eyes were closed in pleasure, a smile seemed to be permanent on her porcelain face. The candle light made her look more pale if it was possible, and more beautiful.
Her hair in curled tangles on the silk pillows looked more golden in the dim light. And Carlisle paused to take in the beauty of her. The negligee somehow managed to barely cover her yet was still tasteful and screamed out part of her personality.
The colour, he knew she'd never admit to being her favourite. The dark pink almost resembling a purple, was made darker by her lightened skin. He leaned down and kissed her breast beside the lace that barely covered. The fabric met below her breasts, by a satin bow tied in the front, below that the lace continued out barely covering her. He moved up and kissed her gently.
"Your control continues to amaze me." She whispered. Her eyes opening, smiling adoringly at her husband.
"Shhh." He smiled. "Let's not talk." He whispered kissing her again.
"Can you stop doing that?" Edward called through the door.
Carlisle groaned and buried his face in the crook of Esme's neck. "Not now son."
"I, have a problem." He called back through the oak door.
"So do I." Carlisle countered. He groaned again. "Don't go anywhere." He whispered to Esme. Kissing her one last time. He pulled himself away forcibly. Grabbing his dark blue robe that he had draped over the back of her full length mirror what seemed like moments ago at the start of their foreplay.
He pulled it on, and then stepped out into the hall immediately shielding his thoughts about his wife, from Edward.
"Thank-You for that." Edward nodded gratefully.
"Edward, don't take offense to this, but could you make this quick?" Carlisle held his hands on his robe, making sure it was closed, based on Edwards face he had already caused enough trauma for one evening.
"There's been an accident." Carlisle realised his mistake, Edwards's expression was more of worry then disgust.
"Is Bella alright?"
"She's downstairs." Edward's answer didn't satisfy Carlisle and he started to walk down the hall towards the stairs. "It's not her I'm worried about Carlisle. If it was Bella that was injured I would have barged through the door. Lace or no lace."
Carlisle stopped, he had heard. "Edward, what is going on?" Carlisle listened for a moment, he had been too caught up in Esme to listen to the rest of the house.
Downstairs he heard Bella sobbing. Rose comforting her? That was unusual.
"Alice is with Jasper." Edward supplied hearing his thoughts.
"Where is ..." Carlisle froze not daring to ask the next question.
"Outside, in the woods calming down with Alice and Emmett." Edward's eyes were filled with worry.
"What happened?"
"He bit him." Edward simply said, Carlisle recognized shock being the reason for Edwards's calm and frightened demeanour.
"Edward?" he asked hoping his control could remain in check. Then he heard it. Bella sobbing again.
"Dad please...." she sobbed.
"He bit Charlie...." Carlisle looked at him like he spoke a foreign language. Then snapped into action, racing down the stairs to see what could be done to save his family and Chief Swan. Esme's breasts the furthest thing from his mind.