The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Sky
Pen name: rhpsfaerie
Pairing: Carlisle/Esme
Rating: M
Carlisle dips the paint brush into the can and moves to the wall, placing strokes at eye level. The paint is the exact color of his eyes: a crystal blue that reminds me of warm summers and breezy nights.
He doesn't hear me as I approach him, hands sliding from behind over his chest. He turns, lips searching, pressing, pulling. Clothing falls away like whispers. He lifts me, my back hitting against the wet paint. We find a steady rhythm, seeking ecstasy and finding it in each other's bodies.
I don't mind the mess. He really loves that about me.
