I just love Esme. I wish I could find some more stories about her. Like the summary said, this is basically pure Esme and Carlisle fluff :)

Perfect Night

Esme's POV:

I vigorously scrubbed at the bright red stain that had spread across my once white counter top. Emmett's 'science project' had gotten a bit out of hand, and guess who got to clean it up? It was times like these that I felt like a mother.

The stain was not coming out. It looked as though the counter top was going to need to be replaced. I sighed, deciding to think about it later.

A moment later, I heard my 'children' clamor down the steps. They headed for the front door, but I beat them there.

"And where do you think you're going?" I stood in front of the doorway, blocking their way.

"Hunting," replied Emmett. "And since when do we need to tell you everything we do, Mom?"

I smiled. "Because I worry about my babies." I ruffled Emmett's hair, causing him to scowl. "Is Edward going with you?"

"Nope," said Alice. "And I'll give you one guess to where he is."

Bella was the best thing that had happened to Edward, but in all truthfulness, ever since him and Bella had become so close, I'd been seeing less and less of him. And I missed that. Edward was my first baby. I couldn't wait until Bella became a vampire (though this was an opinion I left unvoiced) and became a permanent member of the family.

I turned to face the rest of my children. "Be back by tomorrow and stay together. Jasper, you're going to need a heavier coat than that. It's cold outside."

"Can we go now?" Emmett asked impatiently.

"Ye—wait. Rosalie, you have a smudge of mascara on your cheek. Let me try to get it off." Rosalie shrieked as I licked my finger and tried to wipe it off her cheek.

"All right, you can go now," I told them.

Alice came over to give me a hug. I happily wrapped my arms around my smallest daughter.

"Esme, we're vampires. What could possibly go wrong?" Alice whispered in my ear.

She was right, but my maternal instincts kept me worrying.

Alice pulled away and joined her siblings.

"Have fun!" I called as they disappeared into the evening.

I sighed as I returned to the kitchen to finish up my chores. I began to clean the oven. Ever since Bella had begun to spend more time at our house, I had started cooking for her. Cleaning the oven was never a chore I had had to do in the past. I was surprised how dirty the oven had gotten with such little use. I pitied the humans who used their ovens everyday.

Just as I was finishing, I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist.

"Oh!" I gasped in surprise. I turned to see Carlisle smiling like an angel.

He swept me into a passionate kiss. I moaned softly as I fell into his embrace. He began to leave a trail of kisses along the base of my neck.

"Ugh. I've got to finish cleaning the oven." My voice came out in an unconvincing whisper.

"Later, Esme," Carlisle breathed, prying the dirty rag from my hand.

He kissed me again, this time lifting me off the floor. He carried me to the couch in the family room, never once breaking the kiss.

I leaned into his broad chest, breathing in his scent. He wrapped his arms around me. I sighed contently. This was my favorite place to be.

"So where is everyone?" Carlisle asked, beginning to stroke my hair.

"Hunting…except for Edward, and you know where he is," I replied, snuggling deeper into Carlisle's arms. I closed my eyes.

"Ah, so we have the house to ourselves," he clarified, his lips touching my ear. I turned my head so I could kiss his mouth again.

After a moment, he broke away. We were both silent for a moment.

"So how was your day?" I asked him.

"Fine, as always," he replied. I knew he loved his job. "And you look like you had a busy day. The house looks spectacular, as always."

I smiled. He kissed me again. Even after more than eighty years of being with Carlisle, I could never grow tired of this.

After a moment, he rose, still holding me. He reached for the remote and turned on the stereo. The dulcet sound of Edward's piano pieces filled the air.

Carlisle held me out at an arm's length. "Would you care to dance, m'lady?" A smiled played at his lips.

"I would be my pleasure, my good sir." I returned the smile.

Carlisle swept me into his arms, and we began to gracefully dance. By the end of the CD, we were barely dancing. Instead, we swayed, arms wrapped tightly around each other. In the darkness of the room, it would've appeared that we were one person instead of two.

As the last song ended, Carlisle scooped me into his arms and placed me back on the couch. We curled up together. I closed my eyes. This was as close to sleep as we ever got. We barely moved, except for when Carlisle would occasionally turn to kiss me or stroke my hair.

We stayed wrapped in each other's arms until dawn broke.

"The kids will be coming home soon," Carlisle stated.

"Uh huh," I mumbled, never wanting the moment to end. "We should tell them to go out more often."

Carlisle chuckled. "You're the one always trying keep them so close."

"I know, I know," I said, smiling.

Carlisle sat up. "Edward's coming. He's almost up to the house. Must be getting his change of clothes."

We both got up. Carlisle pressed his lips to mine once more.

"I love you, Esme darling," Carlisle whispered.

"Oh Carlisle, I love you, too."