AN: I don't anything but a lovely collection of fuzzy socks. No infringement intended.

Here we go, chapter 2 all fancied up. Any mistakes are my own. The original story was beta'ed by Grey_Paige.

Chapter Two: Carlisle and Esme

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I watched her from across the room. I was sure she knew I was standing there by their stairs, staring, but she never let on. She stood, back to me, in a charcoal grey pencil skirt and a deep rose coloured blouse that clung to her tiny frame. Her hair pulled up in a soft bun, a few caramel tendrils had fallen away. She so rarely pinned her hair up.

As I stood watching her, she swept her delicate fingers across the back of her neck as if she could feel the burn of my stare. She probably could.

Slowly, quietly, I walked across the room to join her at the window. I came to stand behind her, leaving only inches between our bodies.

"Alice said this would be something to see." Esme's voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"Not often you see a mustard yellow sky looming over Forks. And this humidity..." I trailed off and my eyes zeroed in on a tiny freckle that sat between her shoulder and neck. It was such a light delicate shade of cinnamon human eyes wouldn't even register its existence. But there it sat on her lily white skin, like a beacon to me, pulling my eyes to it.

"The rains coming down pretty good now. And the wind! I'm sure we'll have some debris to clear away from the driveway by the time this is over," she said, shaking her head ever so slightly. Her hand moved to the window then and her fingertips traced a bolt of lightning as it snaked across the deep citron sky.

Nodding absently, I answered, "Mmm, I'm sure we will."

Her right hand remained on the window and her left reached behind her and took my hand, gently clasping our fingers together. "The kids are all out," she commented in a steady voice, squeezing my hand lightly.

"Why, Mrs. Cullen, are you coming on to me?" I stepped forward closing the distance between us. I moved my free hand, placing it over hers on the window. My hand completely engulfed hers.

"Interested, Dr. Cullen?" I heard the smirk in her voice and saw it in the reflection of her beautiful, round face on the glass.

"Do you really have to ask?" I challenged. My voice dropped and, I lowered my mouth to that lovely freckle I'd been admiring, planting soft, sweet kisses there. I felt her body shiver in anticipation. I laced my fingers between hers, squeezing firmly and she rewarded me by leaning back against my chest. I brought our joined hand across her petite waist and clutched her closer.

She ground her behind into me, almost daring me to react. I couldn't leave her wanting. I wouldn't. I released the hand around her waist, fingers spread wide, trailing their way up over her ribs to the underside of her left breast. Then gliding over to the right, I dropped another kiss on the back of her neck as I secured my hand to her full breast, palming it firmly.

She let her head fall back seeking my mouth. I obliged, fastening my lips to hers. They moved slowly in a dance that had been perfected over time. I let her set the pace for the kiss and soon she was begging for entrance, wanting to take the kiss deeper. I felt her tongue lightly sweep at my lips and I opened to her. The wonderful, velvety texture and the sweet taste of her left me panting into her warm mouth. The taste of her venom always reminded me of Granny Smith apples for some reason.

She ground into me again, her free hand coming back to grip my waist, pulling me closer still. The kiss grew more intense, boarding on rough. Moments later that same tiny hand that had been digging into my waist, pushed between us and began to stroke me over my trousers, occasionally giving a light squeeze that nearly brought me to my knees.

I pulled the blouse free from the waistband of her skirt and pushed my hands up under it feeling the supple smooth texture of her skin. Caressing her belly with my fingertips, she let out a moan that reverberated in my mouth and travelled straight down to my already engorged cock.

Moving up further still, I cupped each of her pert breasts, rubbing circles with my thumbs over her nipples, again eliciting a fantastic moan from her. I smiled against her lips. My reward for this, she bit down on my bottom lip—hard! "Shit, Esme!"

"Oh, grow up. That didn't even hurt and you know it." She gazed up at me with knowing eyes and a smug smile. She was right, there was much more pleasure than pain in the gesture. I plunged my tongue back into her mouth not affording her a second of warning. She giggled, lips twisting in a grin around my needy mouth.

Esme's right hand began to work the fasteners and zipper of my trousers, while the left fisted into my hair dragging me closer to her face. Suddenly, her hand pushed beneath the waist of my boxers and she began to stroke my length, smoothing her palm over the head and drawing the moisture of my pre-cum down the length. I growled in response and she worked me harder.

Needing to see her—to feel more of her—I broke the kiss and pulled the boat neck blouse over her head letting it fall to the floor. She made a move as to turn and face me but I stopped her. "No, stay as you are, my love," I whispered in her ear, sucking the lobe into my mouth and trailing my fingers down her arms. Circling her wrists, I brought both of her hands back to the window and pressed firmly, silently commanding her to leave them there. She did.

I took a small step back and let my hands run up the length of her bare arms, over her shoulders and down to meet in the centre of her back. Unhooking her sheer pink bra I slid the straps up her arms, toward the window where her hands remained. When they reached her wrists, she moved her hands away from the window for the briefest second, letting the bra fall to the ground. The sound of the fabric hitting the floor was lost in loud rumble of thunder.

I'd been so utterly focused on Esme that I'd nearly forgotten about the storm raging on beyond the window. I vaguely noticed that the sky had taken on a rather unusual shade of orange, as if fire burned in the heavens above.

Using the reflection from the glass, I took in the sight of my exposed wife withher hands spread across the glass. I needed more of her still. Always more. I grasped the small zipper at the waist of her skirt and slid it down. The skirt fluttered to the floor, piling at her feet. She stepped out of it. Nothing left but the matching sheer pink panties. I wanted to take a moment to admire the way she looked. My eyes slowly raked up her body and when she rubbed her thighs together my eyes snapped up to her face in the reflection. She was watching me watch her. I could smell her arousal in the air and knew she was eager for me to touch her.

"Carlisle, I'm growing old here," she said in a rather clipped tone. She could be so impatient when she wanted something.

I smirked and removed my clothing slowly because I knew this would only draw out the well hidden feisty side of my wife. The side only I saw. She rubbed her thighs together again, and by the set of her jaw, I would guess that she was gritting her teeth. My smile grew.

I stepped forward and hooked a finger under her panties on either side of her hips and wiggled them down. She kicked them off, never moving her hands from the glass in front of her.

I ran kisses from one shoulder to the other, my fingers roaming over her upper things; growling again when she thrust her hips back to meet me. The gesture was unmistakeable. She had enough.

Ever the obliging husband, I plunged two fingers into her wet, waiting centre. "Oh, thank God!" she said, breathless and impatient.

I worked my fingers in and out in an easy rhythm, hooking them ever so slightly, her knees shaking in response. Placing a restraining arm around her shoulders, I held her close and continued to slide my fingers into her again and again until she was panting my name.

I knew she was close, I could feel the muscles begin to tighten around my fingers and I wanted to be inside her when she came.

Curling my body around hers, bending her forward just enough, I removed my fingers and pushed into her from behind. Together we groaned at the sensation.

With one hand on her hip to guide her movements and one hand palming her breast, I sank deep inside her setting a steady pace. Her breathing came hard and fast as I licked the back of her neck.

She began to work her hips against me, begging for more, begging for release. "Oh God, Carlisle...close," she panted.

I moved quicker, pushing harder against her firm, petite body. With a wiggle of her hips the walls of her body tightened around me, contracting as she came. Her knees buckled, but I held her still as she worked through her orgasm. She moaned repeatedly, making me twitch inside her.

I wasn't far behind her, my own climax coming only seconds after Esme's. I felt the waves rush over me as I pumped my cool venom into her. I stilled inside her, leaning against her, my forehead on her shoulder, and after a few moments like that I pulled her down to the floor with me. Resting her back against my chest, I caressed her face, ran my fingers up and down her soft arms. Quietly, we watched the storm take on a truly fierce tone.

The sky had gone red, lightning raced in thin wisps across it, and thunder called out, shaking the foundation of the house. Our unnecessary breaths calmed and became more even. We didn't speak a word, the silence between us pleasant, blissful. I only thought of getting dressed again when thoughts of the upcoming wedding entered my mind. My 'children' would eventually come home, and a naked mother and father was not how I wanted to greet them.

Esme seemed to be perfectly aligned with my thoughts, as she often was, and handed me my shirt. "I don't think the kids would appreciate this," she said, laughing as she stood to get dressed.

If this is your first time reading this, thanks for reading. Up next, Rose and Emmett. Should be up in an hour or so, kiddies. Until then go take a shower or whatever you need to do to cool off.

~MissJanuary