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Carlisle made his way toward the bed and laid down directly in the middle, closing his eyes. The clothes he still had on would have done nothing to hide what had just happened in the confines of his and Esme's bedroom. The classy button down shirt he'd put on earlier in the day remained tattered and unbuttoned, still hanging off one of his shoulders. His pants remained unzipped and unbuttoned, revealing the black boxer-briefs he was sporting underneath. To complete the look, his hair was a combination of perfectly combed in some areas, and wildly a mess in others.

Esme crossed by him, heading toward the bathroom. She studied his appearance for a moment before letting out a quiet snicker.

Carlisle lifted his head, then smiled knowing she was laughing at him, before laying back down. He heard the water turn on in the bathroom sink, then focused in on the conversations that were going on downstairs.

Edward had apparently dared Bella to take a bite of a cookie, as Renesme had forced him to do earlier. They laughed together and Carlisle guessed that Bella spit it out.

"I don't want to wake her," her voice spoke quietly to Edward.

Esme reappeared into their room and stood with her hands on her hips, also apparently listening to the sweetness that lingered around the newlywed couple and their daughter.

"Stop eavesdropping," Carlisle whispered, leaning himself upright onto his forearm. His eyes met Esme's and they both smiled.

"Everyone else just made plans to leave," she told him. They listened again before a door closed, "Alice and Jasper..."

Carlisle had a guilty, almost childish expression on his face, knowing their family must have realized what the night was turning into for him and his wife. Every so often when one of the several vampire couples inhabiting the shared living space, which would have perfectly sufficed for humans longing for privacy, began an evening as the two of them had that night, everyone else took it upon themselves to give them the necessary space to carry on without reservation.

"Bye guys," Edward's voice said to Emmett and Rosalie.

"Night Nessy," Rosalie's whispered response came.

"We were just heading out, too," Emmett said to them before he quickly laughed.

Esme looked at Carlisle and hit the bathroom switch behind her, leaving the small lamp on the night stand as their only source of light. It did wonders for her already flawless husband, creating just the right combination of lights and shadows to decorate his perfectly sculpted body almost erotically.

They each held their position in silence, listening to the sounds of nothing as their house quickly emptied out from the small ruckus they'd apparently created just a few minutes before.

Carlisle let out a sigh and laid back down flat on the bed. He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them, Esme would be next to him, or even better, on top of him. A smile crept onto his face as he quickly realized his wishes were granted, feeling Esme's knees on either side of his before she let herself relax in an upright, kneeing position above him.

His eyes opened slowly and refocused on Esme's. She leaned herself down slowly and landed one long, closed mouth kiss on lips. Both of their eyes shut reactively.

"See what you've started Dr. Cullen?" she asked him with a suggestive, accusatory ring to her voice.

Carlisle inhaled deeply, "Mmm..." The moan of an answer was all he could manage, as all of the energy that was usually put forward to send messages to his brain was now filtering downward to his lower body. His eyes opened as Esme leaned back and completely removed the dress that had been on and off of her all night.

The same glow from the lamp that had her almost breathless for Carlisle danced off of her matching flawless body and he couldn't help but let his hands trace over every part of her that was reachable.

Esme pushed his tattered shirt from his shoulders, still straddling him as he leaned himself upward to toss his shirt to the floor. She felt mouth latch on to her neck as his hands rested smoothly on her lower back, still keeping them both in an upright seated position.

A soft moan left her mouth as he made his way down the highest point of her chest before taking the center of her breast into his mouth. At the same time, she felt his erection twitch with pleasure at the feel of her skin against his. Esme opened her eyes and looked down, seeing Carlisle was yet to completely break free of his pants.

His eyes met hers before, each with an equally filled raw desire for the other, before she reached her hand inside the band of his boxer-briefs. Carlisle anticipated her actions and let one hand clutch her back a little tighter. Esme was highly aroused by how his eyes shut and his mouth hung open at the sense of her touch, almost as if he couldn't move any part of his body except for the reflex of his fingers gripping her back tighter.

"Esme..." his voice trailed off quickly and he brought his lips harshly against hers.

She wrapped her free arm around his neck, not stopping what she was doing, causing Carlisle to squirm with pleasure every time she moved her hand. He leaned his forehead down so it sat on her shoulder and pulled her tighter to him, not knowing if he wanted to progress their intimacy to the next level, or let Esme continue to do what she was doing. His lips met her neck, and he could not find it in him to even contemplate asking her to stop.

Esme removed her hand from his pants and brought his mouth back against hers, feeling him moan in a painful manner as she let released him from her grasp.

Carlisle slid his pants down, pushing them past his knees before connecting his lips with Esme's. She didn't hold back a loud sigh as he pushed himself into her before allowing her to set the pace on top of him. He laid his head down flat on one of the pillows and said her name again as she worked herself slowly on top of him, feeling every inch of him as she did so.

The headboard hit the wall with a light bang every time Esme threw her hips forward. She placed her hands on either side of Carlisle's head on the pillow and grinded him into her a little deeper and faster.

Carlisle slid a hand up her shoulder and let it linger on the back of her neck before guiding her mouth back to his as she continued to ride him, almost to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. Her own actions revealed that she was in a similar place, and he recognized it in her expression, though didn't know if he had it in him to hold off long enough for them both to get what they needed.

"Hold on," he choked out, praying, for her sake, that she wouldn't progress even a second longer.

Esme's hands tugged on the pillow and she closed her eyes without slowing down. She let out a loud moan, accompanied by a whimpered, "Oh, God," and felt Carlisle's grunt and moan combination as he thrusted his hips up with a hard consistency beneath her.

As quickly as things had picked up, they slowed down and her body collapsed onto his. He wrapped them both in the comfort of their blankets before putting both of his arms tiredly around her.

Esme laid her head on his chest and draped her arm and leg over him. Carlisle looked down at the peaceful image of her laying against him with her eyes closed and kissed her forehead, making the corner of her mouth turn up in a smile. He ran a hand through her hair.

"I love you," Carlisle said to her.

She opened her eyes and stared up to where his were now closed, "I love you, too."

Carlisle's chest heaved as he sighed, while Esme ran her fingers up and down his arm.

On the nightstand, a buzzing sound caught their attention. He glanced at her and tried not to move each of them out of the position they laid. Successfully, he reached the phone and handed it to his wife.

"It's yours," he told her.

Esme turned the phone's screen to face her, then giggled.

"What?" Carlisle asked.

She sighed and turned the phone so he could read Alice's text message, knowing both of them were equally self-conscious about their family members knowing too much about their intimate life.

His eyes scanned the screen, reading: House is yours for the night. We're all conveniently hunting up in Canada. See ya 2morrow around noon! He made eye contact with Esme and another guilty smile spread across his face.

She chuckled and tossed the phone toward the foot of the bed before giving him another kiss.