Esme's POV
"So, you finally finished?" Carlisle's cheerful voice made my jump slightly as I was zipping up my suitcase. I chuckled, turning to see him entering out bedroom as I sat the packed case on the floor.
"Yes, a soak in the tub to calm my mind helped me figure that one out," I admitted, leaning against the end of the footboard on out bed. Carlisle smirked as he made one fluid movement from the door, to me, and snaked his arms around my waist, his fingers lacing together, locking me in his embrace.
"I would have joined you if you waited for me," he said slyly, raising an eyebrow. I giggled to myself and pressed my cheek to his chest.
"We'll have plenty of time for that on the island, dear," I said, and stretched up to kiss his jaw. I felt his grip on me tighten, and he suddenly started kissing my neck passionately.
"I don't know if I can wait that long," he mumbled, and then I heard him supress a growl in his chest. I moaned softly as he worked his way down my neck to my collarbone, unbuttoning the first two buttons of my blouse.
"Carlisle," I whispered, my voice already full of the lust that was building in me. But he kept going. I tried to collect my thoughts and compose myself, "Carlisle, wait," I said louder and as his lips came to a stop, he lifted his head, he eyes meeting mine, "Let's wait the week. It will make it so much more special," I told him softly. He exhaled deeply and nodded, and then pulled me towards the bed, where he laid down, pulling me beside him, and wrapping his one arm behind my head, and draping the other over my mid-section.
Face to face we laid there for hours, just talking softly to each other about the upcoming days, and the two weeks after.
September 19, 2022 – 4 days to the wedding
The sun had fully risen, and it was nearing 10 o'clock. Our plane for Rio would be leaving at 1pm. So, we soon had to be moving. The drive to the airport was just over an hour. For the first time on a few hours, I shifted and sat up, leaving the comfortable embrace of my husband. Carlisle unnecessarily made a stretching action and climbed off the bed. I smiled softly and walked to our closet, picking out the skirt, blouse, shoes, and other accessories I wanted to wear to travel. I dressed quickly and fixed my hair, then sat at my vanity to fix my makeup as Carlisle wandered into our en suite bathroom to fix himself as well.
A rapid knock on the door as I finished my makeup, diverted my eyes to the doorway, where Jasper stood with a kind smile, not daring to step over the boundary of the frame.
"Jasper," I said in surprise, expecting Alice.
"I'm just hear to collect your bags, at Alice's instruction," he admitted honestly. I smiled at him and gave him a nod as he entered our room, swiftly taking out bags in each hand.
"Let me help you," I tried to say but he shook his head as he passed where I sat. I relax back into my seat.
"I've got it," he said, and stopped briefly to give me a kiss on the cheek, "Alice asks you and Carlisle be ready soon," he said and sweetly smiled again, before leaving with out bags. I shook my head with a smile at my gentlemen of a son.
Carlisle exited the bathroom, buttoning up his dress shirt.
"Ready to go?" he asked as I stood up from my bench. I nodded and held his hand as we left the bedroom, descending the stairs, finding our children waiting at the bottom to say goodbye.
I hugged each of them and gave each a kiss on the cheek. I waited at the end of the line for my husband as he also hugged our children. Jasper handed the car keys to Carlisle, and Alice placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Now no funny business. Because I'll know," she warmed playfully, but with a hint of seriousness in her voice. I nodded and followed my husband out the door to the car that was already packed and waiting for us. I climbed in as Carlisle held the door for me, and closed it when I had pulled my legs in. I watched as he climbed in and we buckled up and left for the airport.
At nearly 12:30 in the afternoon, Carlisle pulled the car up to the side of the building and parked the car.
"Wait here," he instructed as he climbed out of the still running vehicle and walked over to the three gentlemen that were waiting on the tarmac. Even with my superior hearing couldn't hear what they were saying from inside the car, with the plane engine running. But a few minutes later he returned and opened my door for me. I grabbed my phone from the cupholder and took Carlisle's hand as he led me to the plane, and one of the gentlemen carried our bags after us. Carlisle led me up the stairs of the plane and the gentleman with our bags carried them on to the plane and secured them for us.
"A private plane?" I asked, amazed. He smiled, kissing the top of my hand.
"A little thing I may have picked up from Edward," he said sweetly, "Only the best for you my love, and for such the occasion, I deemed it suitable," he added. I giggled like a little girl who was overjoyed by the carnival. The second and third man I had seen on the tarmac climbed aboard the plane and closed the door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, I am Captain Harris. And this is my co-pilot Captain Wellum," the man introduced himself and the younger lad beside him, very respectfully, "Our 13-hour flight is non-stop to Rio de Janeiro. It will be approximately 10 pm September 19th when we arrive. I encourage you to stay awake for the flight to minimize the jet lag. I hope you enjoy the flight, and if you need anything at all please do not hesitate to press your call bell for the onboard flight attendant," he stated and shook both our hands before the two men disappeared into the cockpit, closing the door behind them.
Carlisle and I sat down and buckled up, as the flight attendant ran through that speech that every plane gets, no matter who you are.
Soon we were up in the air, high above the clouds, and I unbuckled myself, wandering about the cabin. The plane had a beautiful white leather and finished wood interior. I pulled my suitcase from where the flight attendant had stored it, and carefully placed it on the leather couch, unzipping it.
"Changing?" Carlisle asked, swiveling his chair towards me. I nodded and smiled, turning my attention back to the perfectly folded clothing, and pulling out a beach dress and quickly changing, before tucking my bag away and sitting back down, across form Carlisle, who was now typing away on his laptop.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I picked up my phone and noticed 3 new texts from Alice.
"Sorry love, I don't mean to be working, but Alice sent me the final draft of the ceremony, and I was sending her some notes on things to change," he said and I got up from my seat, plopping myself down on the arm of his chair, slipping on arm around his shoulder, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck at I looked at the screen.
"Don't worry Carlisle," I assured him, "It doesn't have to be perfect. Things will happen as they happen," I added, and softly kissed his cheek, before returning to my own seat again, allowing my husband to finish his email to our daughter.
Rio de Janeiro – September 19, 2022 – 10 pm local time.
The plane touched down gently on the tarmac of the Rio de Janeiro Airport, and came to a slow halt. I closed the book I had been reading for the last 2 hours, and tucked it into my bag, before the attendant took our luggage, and loaded it into the waiting taxi. The Captain gave us a firm handshake, and a nod as Carlisle took my hand and we walked off the luxury airliner, and to our ride that would take us to the docks.
I rested my head on Carlisle's shoulder, his arm wrapped around my back, for the slow drive through the human packed streets of Rio. I could here street music and singers through the thin windows, as our car wormed through the people.
Eventually we arrived at the docks, and Carlisle loaded our luggage into the small motor boat as I made light conversation with the man who guarded the docks.
" Você está aqui de férias?" (Are you here on vacation?) the young gentleman asked and I nodded my head, guesturing with my hands as I spoke.
"Meu marido e eu possuímos uma ilha particular ao largo da costa," (My husband and I own a private island off the coast line) I told him, pointing out to the dark water, where you could not see much except for the outline of a few islands in the distance. The man nodded in understanding as Carlisle offered his hand to me from the boat. I smiled, taking it as I carefully climed aboard and took the seat beside him. He started up the boat, and the man on the dock untied the rope for us, tossing t on the floor of the boat. I waved to himas Carlisle backed the boat out of its spot and we set to the open water.
The wind whipped my hair about as I glanced back at the mainland fading into the distance, as we venutured further into the dark water. But I didn't worry. We both knew way to the island, even in the dark, though Carlisle had turned the ligths on, illuminating the watery path in front of us. Far out into the water, the island came into veiw. Well the outline of it. Even the house sat dark on the beach as we pulled up. Only the porch lights were on.
"Had the place cleaned up a bit, about a week ago," Carlisle stated as he turned the still moving boat off and raised the motor, letting the bottom of the boat glide to a stop as it hit the the boundary of the sand. I stood up as he kicked his shoes off, jumping off the front of the boat and landing gracefully on the sand. I passed him our bags, and he set quickly rushed them to the deck, and was back to grasp my waist before I could jump off the boat myself, with his shoes in one hand. He smiled, as my bare feet touched the sand. It was still warm from the hot afternoon sun that had set completely only an hour ago, leaving us in darkness.
We walked at a human pace through the sand and up to the deck. The wood was cooler than the sand on my feet. Carlisle pushed the gliding door open with one hand, guestrung for my to go in first as he grabbed out bags, and took them swiftly to the master bedroom as I bagan turning on all the lights in the house, illuminating the familiar rooms and all their objects. I found my husband in the bedroom, the lights already on, and he was pulling a plain t short over his head, his dress pants had been replaced with a pair of Khaki shorts. I smiled as he pulled his head through the shirt and saw me in the doorway, leaning on the frame, watching him slowly pull the shirt down. He smiled at me, beconing me towards him with one finger. I chuckled and swiflty approached him, allowing him to wrap both arms around me, holding me tight to him. I reciprocated the action instinctually, my palms resting on his back. I felt his lips graze my forehead, and lingered there for several moments.
"So what would you like to do my love?" he asked, and I looked up at him, "We have less than 24 hours until our children bombard us again, so want to spend this time with you entirely," he added with a smile. I thought for a moment, before pulling myself from his embrace, and I reached down, pulling my dress up and over my head, tossing it onto the bed, and then started backing away from him, towards the french double-doors, pulling them open, hoping he would get the hint. He cmirked and glanced down at the ground before looking up and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. I turned my back to him, walking out on to the sand, and unclasping my bra, sliding it off, and dramatically dropping it on the grond. I could hear Carlisle's footsteps many feet behind me. I slowly waded into the water, still in my underwear, and kept walking until the water came up to my ribcage. I smiled, feeling Carlisle's arms slip around me from behind, his lips began kissing my bare skin. I closed my eyes, relaxing into him, letting his lips grazed over my back, shoulders, and neck. I couldn't help but let a few soft moans and deep sighs escape my lips. I felt his teeth graze my scar on my neck. The worst place to tease a vampire and the most erogenous zone. I wasn't sure if I'd keep my promise to Alice if he kept this up.
"Carlisle," I moaned in protest. He chuckled to himself and continued, "Carlisle," I protested again, less erotically, "I'm wont have you making me break my promise to Alice," I told him and he huffed in defeat, stopping the enjoyable kisses. I turned in his arms and ran my hands up his chest, leaving trails of water to run down the dry skin. I cupped his jaw and sealed out lips together, kissing him hard for several minutes, trying to expell all the lust that had built up in my system. I trailed my lips from his and began moving the kisses down his jaw, then neck, then chest. His hands ran through my half-wet hair as I rested my forehead to his chest, inhaling his pure scent. No sterlile scent from work, no smell of the detergent I washed out clothes with. Just him. The only scent in the world that could calm me to such a state of tranquility.
"You have no idea how much I want you right now," he sighed quietly, lust lacing tone as he lifted my chin with his one hand to make our eyes meet. I smiled softly, caring, and stood on the tips of my toes to slip my wet arms around his neck and reconnect our lips. It pained me to hear that from his lips, knowing myself, that iwanted the same thing, but would keep my promise I made to Alice. For she had told me that waiting would make the day of more special. And I wished for nothing more but to recreate the memories of our first wedding night. The emotions that ran that night, the pent up lust, the tears and the smiles. I would wait. For us.