Today, there are no worries. She sits with her back against a sturdy tree, her dress bunched around her knees and her hair free and tangled. He is slumped on the ground, his face content as her fingers run through his soft, blonde hair. He rests his head against her chest, and he wishes he could hear her heartbeat, but it's okay because he knows he has her forever.
Their shoes are discarded to the side, soles caked in dried mud. She admires the way his bare feet shimmer in the bright sunlight, and she giggles as he caresses her toes when her leg hitches around his hip. He turns around so he can observe her beautiful face, and he can see his smile in her honey coloured eyes.
"Esme." He simply whispers, and the wind dances joyously at her name and brings it forth from his lips to her ear.
"Carlisle." She growls in return, laughing again as he playfully nuzzles her nose with his own.
She pounces so he lays flat on his back, and her hair covers their faces as they share a tender kiss. He feels so whole when he is wrapped up in her, and she feels the same way. He traces his hand over her curvy figure to smooth down her dress because it has ridden up to her hips. He thinks it is probably silly to be jealous of nature seeing her like that, but she is for his eyes only.
She knows the same feeling, and places kisses all over his chest since his shirt became unbuttoned somewhere along the way. He loves seeing her mark her territory and that glorious predatory look in her eyes. He loves everything about her.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight & these two wonderful characters.
