Hey there ! Okay so first, some things that need to be clarified :
1. I'm French so please tell me if there's any grammar, spelling mistakes and all that jazz.
2. This story will go up to 3 chapters.
3. I'll post them when I can : I'm in high-school so ... crazy schedule ! :)
That's it ! Enjoy xxx
DISCLAIMER : I own nothing. Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing around.
Carlisle entered the quiet room. The air was filled with the delicious scent of roses and sweetness; the atmosphere was light. As he stood on the doorstep, he smiled to himself, knowing very well who he was about to run into once inside.
He took his coat off eagerly, and dropped his medicine bag on the chair waiting for it. Then he ran a hand through his blond hair and headed towards the kitchen.
And there she stood, humming whatever song that was currently playing on the radio. He smiled once more, noticing the white apron that she was wearing. He chuckled.
''What is it, my darling ?'' she asked, turning over to face him.
He grabbed his waist tenderly, landing a sweet kiss on her neck.
''You're well-dressed tonight, my love …'' he said.
''Don't be silly, Doctor. You know that Jacob and Seth are coming over tonight …''
He pulled back.
''Sorry, Mrs. Cullen'' he whispered in a sheepish tone, bowing his head in an ashamed fashion, though the smirk he was dissimulating wasn't a bit ashamed …
She turned once again. Now he had her full attention.
A grin appeared on her beautiful face as he searched for that sparkle of love in her topaze eyes. The golden look she gave him relaxed his tensed shoulders and brought back a smile on his lips.
She placed a chaste kiss on his cheeks, sighing deeply over his cheekbone. Esme then arranged the rebellious lock of hair which had fallen upon his forehead and kissed the tip of his nose. Her husband let out a gentle purr as she covered his neck in kisses, inhaling his sweet scent. She giggled when he gently untied the apron, letting it fall to the floor. His mouth drove all the way down to her collarbone, placing a closed-mouth kiss on the marks he had left a century ago. The marks that had made her his. His Esme.
Slowly, he slid the sleeve of her dress down her shoulder, kissing and nudging against her soft skin. Esme laid her face in the crook of his neck, running her hands over his back, relaxing the tensed muscles that she came across with. Seeking for warmth, Carlisle rested his head upon her breast, giving into the mixed scents of the fabric and her own. He sighed, happy.
''My darling, I absolutely need to finish baking the cake...'' she murmured, regret in her voice.
Carlisle gave the cake a look of jealousy. He whimpered as she slid her sleeve up, covering her milky skin. He already missed her smoothness.
However, he heard Nessie upstairs grumbling aggressively about something. He eyed Esme, who answered :
''She has trouble with her homework. Biology … I would have helped her but I don't want to disappoint Jacob and Seth. Would you mind … ?''
She looked up and cocked her head to the side.
''Of course not.'' he smiled.
''She'll be happy to see you.''
Carlisle realized that he had not been very present, those past few days. It was winter time, and flu had wreaked havoc amongst the elderly. Not to mention that infants were also victims of the influenza … And as it was in the holidays period, Carlisle had not be given a choice : he had to work a lot more. And that had been keeping him from returning home as much as he had wished to.
He kissed his wife's hair with a regretful 'sorry love' and headed upstairs to find his grand-daughter lying flat on her stomach, with books surrounding her. He knocked on her door, relieved to see a happy smile appearing on her lovely face.
''Having troubles solving that out ?''
''It's those bloody cells … Not that it is difficult in itself, but … there's just too much exercises ! I'm lost.''
''Do you want help ?''
She looked up at him, her brown irises bright with hope. He knew she needed help. What he wished to know was if she wanted help. She had grown to be a proud teenager.
He smiled to himself. Like father, like daughter …
''Yes, please.''
So he sat down, giving a look at those 'bloody cells' …
Esme opened the oven, getting the cake out of it before it would burn. She chuckled.
''Now, what is it that makes you laugh, darling ?'' said a warm voice from behind her.
''I was thinking that whether burnt or not, it would still smell awful.''
''Would I be human, I would eat it without any question.'' he assured, a lovely smirk crossing his lips.
His wife giggled when he pulled her to him. He trailed kisses down her jaw and her neck, nibbling at her earlobe playfully. He was still gentle – he was Carlisle, after all – but she could feel his raw desire for her. She could feel with what intensity he was begging her to let go. She could sense his blond locks roaming over her skin, his lips kissing lovingly her shoulder, sliding the strap of her bra down. He scooped her in his arms and sat her on the work plan, not stopping his ministrations.
She was pratically moaning now. And it was sending him over the edge.
As he claimed back her lips, he unbutonned his shirt, desire filling his empty veins as love sank his dead heart down to his navel. He wanted her. He needed her.
Esme gave in a quiet moan as he pressed her against him, letting her know of his aroused state. He ran a hand in her caramel curls, pulling gently. Her head fell back, anbandonning her neck to him. He breathed into her skin, mastering his own noises of pleasure for their children's sake.
But, God, how he wanted her !
Esme reached for his pants, begging for more. He adjusted himself, preparing to give her this 'more' she deserved. Oh, gladly, he would give it to her.
His vision was now blurred with desire, with lust. As he stroke her tighs, he bent over her, trailing kisses over her upper back.
Esme mumbled his name, begging him once more. He moaned in response, his hands worshipping her tighs with a new strength. As his tongue began her journey towards her inviting breast, they heard the bell ring.
Carlisle moaned, but not of pleasure.
So, how did you find it ? It's quite short, I admit, but I promise I'll make up for this !
Please review :) It's always fun and good for my motivation to hear what you have to say. I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can !
