You Will Be Mine

A/N: Hello! This is my first fan fiction in around four years, so I'm afraid I might be a little rusty.

So please forgive me and enjoy! I came up with this idea whilst listening to "This Velvet Glove" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which to me is basically about unrequited love which one of the themes that will run through this story. Please read and review!

This story is rated M for a reason, I have a couple of lemons planned and some violence will be depicted throughout.

Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga totally belongs to Stephenie Meyer, however, the plot is all mine!

Chapter One: No Avail for Allure

I loved my wife. She was the most beautiful woman alive. Her presence alone was enough to brighten up a room, and when you took a closer look and noticed her pale blue eyes and her almost sultry smile resistance was almost futile. Her endless list of qualities and skills were overwhelming and she was not only a wonderful wife, but also an accomplished teacher. Her classes of children adored her nearly as much as I did.

So you could imagine my surprise when the gorgeous creature snaked elegantly over to me one icy December morning and asked me the most senseless question I had ever heard grace her juicy lips.

"Carlisle?" she said as she tapped me on the shoulder awkwardly.

"What my dear?" I turned as I replied to stare into the deep pools of her eyes.

"Well..." she trailed off as she caught the intensity of my gaze and turned her head. "Do you, well, love me?"

I was utterly stunned at her bluntness; at first I was perplexed as to why she would ask such a thing. But then it hit me, I had been spending an inexcusable amount of time at the hospital recently and my poor wife was feeling particularly neglected.

"Honey, you know I love you," I dropped my eyes from her face and trailed them down towards her perfect frame and sighed. "I love every part of you. I love your incomparable beauty," I kissed her upon the forehead and curved my lips into a smile, "I love the soft skin that covers your neck," descending towards her neck I sucked gently at her supple skin and she gasped in arousal. "I love your perky little tits," I then undone the straining buttons on her shirt, removed her lace covered bra and took a nipple in my mouth, gently suckling provoking small moans from my wife's lips."Do you know what I love the most Esme?" I breathed.

"Um." She hesitated, and then shivered slightly when I cupped my hand upon her covered mound. I realised quickly that she was in no mood to respond coherently.

"I love the feel of your tight moist pussy." I concluded.

As the last word left my lips, I tugged off the remainder of my wife's clothing and plunged two fingers deep within her.

"Carlisle... you have to go to work, not now! Oh Carlisle!" she moaned.

I simply ignored her as I concentrated purely upon my one desire. The desire to pleasure my wife in as many ways as I possibly could. I felt her climax as she tensed around my fingers and collapse into my free arm. Seeing Esme completely under my power and influence made me want to drop all my mundane plans for the day and run away with her in my arms. Unfortunately, these thoughts were quickly banished as she leaped delicately out of my arms, patted my butt and gestured encouragingly towards the door with a nod of her head. She was amazing, my hectic schedule is nearly unendurable for her yet she still supports my work as loyally as ever. Was there anything this woman wouldn't do to please me?

I spent the car journey reminiscing my time with Esme. My thoughts flashed back to our first meeting as I treated her broken leg our eyes met for longer than generally acceptable, our first kiss full of passion, her flawless face and beaming smile as she approached me slowly on our wedding day, her tangled hair sprawled across the bed on our honeymoon, her as she cried and screamed giving birth to our children – she was even breathtakingly beautiful then, and her just moments ago moaning my name as she came on my fingers. The train that was my thoughts halted abruptly as I pulled into the familiarity of the hospital car park.

"Hello Carlisle," said the new nurse with wavy dark hair a little too sweetly, "I have a Victoria Sutherland in your office for a consultation."

Victoria. The truth is I shouldn't have been shocked about her third appearance that week, this was regularity for her and the hospital must have been a second home in her eyes. I grimaced slightly at the thought of her eyes, the eyes that always looked at me with desire that could have been compared to almost animalistic. She wasn't subtle about her intentions for visiting the hospital so often; it would have been flattering except I didn't care much for hypochondriacs especially when I could be treating people who were actually ill. I remembered our last meeting vividly. She sat suggestively on my office desk with her slender fingers encompassed by her wild red hair, if she wasn't so desperate she may have been slightly appealing.

"Carlisle, I'm having sharp pains in my lower abdomen, it is becoming quite unbearable now." She whispered and tossed her hair back meekly.

Sucking the breath between my teeth and fixing my eyes upon her exposed stomach, I winced.

"Victoria, I understand that you are in pain, but please try to address me in the appropriate manner."

"I see, Dr Cullen." She bit her lip as the words escaped hers.

I returned eagerly back to reality as the memory shook me slightly. I was greeted with the perplexed expression on the face of the new nurse.

"Of course..."

"Katy."

"Katy, charmed." I said benevolently as she blushed.

When I reached the door of my office, I paused. No doubt the outcome of this 'appointment' would be the same as the others. I pushed the door aside and there she was. Sitting in my office chair with her long legs crossed and propped upon the desk. She smiled wildly as she registered my presence.

"Victoria, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I didn't move.

"Oh the pleasure is all mine Dr Cullen," she gazed about the room her wide eyes lingering longer on the large shaggy rug in the middle of the floor and then resting on my face. "Except, I do have a slight problem," She sighed melodramatically, lowered her legs and stood up placing herself on my level of sight. "I went to see a physiatrist yesterday and he said that the pain my body is experiencing is my way of reacting towards loneliness and depression."

"We both know that the science of the mind is not always based on the most concrete of theories." I retorted a little drier than I originally intended.

She waved her hand loosely as if interrupting a sentence I hadn't even started yet, "But he is correct Carlisle, I am lonely." she stepped closer towards me cutting the distance between us almost in half, "So lonely."

"Victoria, you are my patient." And I'm married, and you are psycho and wonderfully unappealing.

"Not all this crap again!" she screamed and kicked the smooth oak desk behind her. As the hard surface of my desk met the sharp undersides of her heels a loud thud was produced. My eyes widened then narrowed. I had become used to Victoria's little outbursts by now. A meeting with Victoria without a childish tantrum was like going to restaurant to find out they only served wine. That day however, was not the day to be barking up my fidelity tree, so I cut her short.

"Please leave if we are going to continue with this pointless conversation." She looked absolutely exasperated; I held back a laugh and propped the door open for her. The air she moved when she stormed past brushed lightly on my face and her scent was almost smothering. I followed her out of my office and resumed with the rest of my day normally, my thoughts returning and remaining on Esme. My perfect wife.

A/N: What did you think? Too short/long? Please give me some feedback so I can improve! Thanks :D I have more chapters planned and will continue to post if things go well.