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"Wakeup Call"
He turned in his sleep, fighting to stay unconscious and failing.
With a low groan he turned and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, finding it was only three in the morning.
Why was he suddenly wide awake at this hour?
He had been so exhausted when he went to bed, having spent a double shift at the hospital and barely even gotten around to sleep between patients.
As he turned around and fluffed his pillow to get the cold side to face up, his eyes fell on the body next to him.
He smiled, suddenly remembering why he was feeling so alert: his dream.
The memories of his unconscious thoughts were vague at best, but flashes were still available to him; her naked body, drenched in sweat, her back arched in pleasure and her mouth half open, mid- cry.
In an instant he was erect, his body responding the only way it knew how where her naked body was concerned.
She had a smile on her plump lips, as if dreaming something very pleasant, looking peaceful and content.
He suppressed the need to laugh when she hummed a tone-less melody under her breath and turned so she was lying on her back.
He had no restraint when it came to his desire for her, no self control, and could not resist her body when her nightgown rode up and exposed her pale thighs to the cold night and white moonlight that streamed through the bedroom window.
He rose to his knees and shuffled closer to her, hovering above her torso and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Are you dreaming of me, my love? Is that why you are smiling?"
His voice was suggestive and seductive, his smile devilish and not without intent.
She moaned in her sleep and whispered his name, trying to turn to her side again, where she would usually be facing his body, but was hindered by his knee, which he had conveniently placed between her spread and bare legs, holding her in place and stopping the motion.
She sighed, sounding annoyed and gave up, turning her head instead, and resumed breathing in and out in a steady rhythm.
"This was always your favorite way to be woken up, love. I wonder though, if you will appreciate the gesture at this hour," he snickered to himself and leaned down to kiss her lips.
She didn't reply, only licked her mouth when he was done with it, tasting him and smiling again.
He began trailing feather-light kisses down her front then, over her exposed collarbones and what he could access of her neck.
He could feel her pulse beneath his lips, tickling the skin of his mouth with its rapid vibrations.
He moved lower, her nightgown covering her breasts, but it did not stop him from paying attention to her nipples underneath the silky material.
He placed his lips around her left and blew hot air against it, while he trailed a light finger around her right nipple, and felt them both harden through his actions.
She squirmed slightly in her sleep, a low moan escaping her lips as she arched her back to him unintentionally.
He let his hands smooth down the material of her gown, the pressure so light that had she been awake to witness, it would have tickled mercilessly and made her laugh out loud.
But now, in her sleep, in her dreams the touch and tickle of his fingers on her skin, it felt different.
She only sighed at his touch, and raised her hips upwards automatically, brushing her sex against his thigh.
She felt feverishly warm, and he was slightly surprised, yet delighted when discovering the wetness there.
Even in her sleep she desired him.
Groaning again, this time a little louder than he had intended, he pressed his thigh against her harder, wanting to feel her.
She rocked her hips towards his leg automatically and he almost laughed, feeling so alive and so full of love and longing for the beauty that lay beneath him.
It was hard to believe that he could still be so in love with her after so many years had passed, but he still felt like it was only yesterday that she agreed to be his wife, that they had vowed eternal love and affection, and that he had slipped a gold band on her finger and sealed every promise he had ever made her with a kiss.
They had rushed out of their wedding reception, not even bothering to say a proper goodbye to their loved ones and ran to his brother's car, conveniently parked out front.
They drove to the airport and took a plane that led them straight to their icy destination, a secluded cabin in the mountains in the north, complete with snow and freezing temperatures. Why, one might wonder, had they chosen that place out of every single destination on this earth, out of all the warm, white, sunny beaches and luxurious hotels?
The answer lay in their faces as they entered the poorly heated cottage, breathing visible frost- smoke and shivering.
He made up the fireplace hastily and had her down on the rug in front of the fireplace before five minutes had passed.
With temperatures as low as that, they knew they would have to spend the whole honeymoon warming each other with body heat.
Hours were spent making love on that rug, until the fire died out.
And they would continue to the early hours of the morning in their bed, sweaty and breathless and utterly and completely in love.
The memories were fresh in his mind, his hands on her body now and the warmth of her brought him back to the present.
He scooted down on the bed until he was lying flat on his stomach, with his face just above her bellybutton.
He placed one large palm between each thigh and pushed them slightly apart. He then slid his hands further along her skin, pushing the silky gown up and leaving it crumpled around her waist.
He chanced a peak at her face before he placed his fingers under the lace of her panties and slipped them down off her effortlessly, and ever so slightly surprised that she still was asleep.
He pushed her thighs apart further even, holding one led in each palm and lifting them up, and leaned in towards her sex, breathing hot air against her and watched as she squirmed and rocked her hips.
She sighed as he gently, teasingly slipped his tongue along the slit of her lips, tasting her desire and flicking lightly against her clitoris.
She bucked a little and began stirring as he continued slowly, putting one of her legs back down on the mattress so he could push his fingers inside her and prepare her.
A low moan escaped her as the stimulation got to be too much, and he knew that she would be awake soon.
He rose back on his knees then, and situated himself close to her, took a hold of her hips and pulled her body towards him, piercing her with his erection slowly.
The sudden intrusion of his member made her gasp, her eyes fluttered open and he felt her spasm around him as she was caught by surprise.
"Carlisle!" she half moaned, half scolded, but he simply snickered under his breath and pulled out of her slowly, before suddenly and roughly pushing back in, making her thighs quiver and hearing a surprised scream escape her mouth.
He watched her lower half as he pushed himself in and out, felt her tightening around him and heard her breathing increase along with her moans. She was gripping at the sheets now, biting the pillow so not to scream and wake up their son.
He was unrelenting and eager in his rhythm, on the verge of release but refusing to let go until she did.
"Give it to me," he pleaded roughly, knowing she was close and saw the desperation in her face.
She needed something more now, just a little extra to shove her off the ledge.
He released her hip with his right hand, licked his thumb and pressed it to her clitoris, circling slowly, but insistently.
He watched with delight as she fell apart and felt her legs stiffen around him, her sex contracting tightly.
The sensations, the sounds, the sight before him was more erotic than any porn and he finally released within her with one final thrust.
Sweaty, panting, and very satisfied, he lowered himself so he was covering her body, his chest slipping slightly as it slid against the silky material of her gown.
"What was that for?" she whispered, lovingly stroking his hair and neck with a soft hand.
He smiled and kissed her shoulder before turning his head and whispering in her ear.
"I just had to have you," was all he could offer in explanation, but the words, his stubble grazing her cheek and neck, the hot, moist breath on her skin made her wet and wanton again.
"Anytime, anywhere. You know that, my love," she whispered and began nibbling his ear.
Snickering, he circled her waist with one arm and trailed his free hand down to the apex of her thighs, finding her sex and the new moisture with two fingers.
"Again?" he asked, half surprised and half exited.
She just nodded eagerly at him and fumbled under his body, finding him already half erect.
"Please," she pleaded unnecessarily.
With a low rumble of laughter, he shook his head and found himself between her legs again, ready for round two.
It was not until the early hours of the morning that they were sated, exhausted and ready for sleep to come.
Wrapped up in each others' arms they rested, peaceful dreams finding them.
This late-night activity was what left them in such a deep slumber that neither awoke to the loud noises, the screams or the sirens the next day, and only when smoke began obstructing their airways, did they finally reach consciousness.
The whole apartment complex was on fire, and they only had time to put on their robes before a firefighter broke down their door and ushered them out of their apartment.
"Is there anyone else in there?" a fireman inquired as they made it safely, though coughing smoke, down the hallway and to the first floor.
"No," Carlisle replied at once, knowing that Edward was supposed to be at school.
The fireman nodded his head and went back into the building, bravely searching for others while his colleagues worked the hoses and tried to put out the flames.
"We have to get down to the hospital, love. The smoke inhalation is dangerous," Carlisle mused and cleared his throat uncomfortably.
It was scratchy and sore. He feared what damage could have been done to their bodies as they had slept and inhaled the fumes.
While ushering Esme towards a waiting ambulance, he found his cell phone in his pocket, having remembered to grab it off of the nightstand before they ran for the door.
He scrolled down the list to find Edward's number, wanting to let him know what had happened.
But just as he pressed the call button and heard it start ringing, screams and yells for help sounded from behind him, and another firefighter came running out of their building, carrying a boy in his arms, his body shaking and coughing and screaming.
"Dad! Dad! Help!"
"Edward!" Esme yelled for her son and ran towards them as the fireman placed him on a cot.
He was covered in soot and coughing grayish saliva. Carlisle placed a calming hand on his son's forehead and stroked while trying to console him.
But it seemed that Edward was only further upset by his father's words, at first squinting at him in confusion and then panicking completely.
"Edward!" Esme was on the verge of hysteria as she waved for a paramedic. "Edward! Is he hurting, Carlisle? Is he hurt!?" she was crying, such agony in her that it was barely contained.
"No," Carlisle whispered, his voice silent as he realized what was wrong. "He is scared."
He looked up at his wife with a tortured expression.
"Esme, he can't hear us."
Thank you so much for reading!
My inspiration comes from all over the place, and its sometimes hard to keep focus.
I hope you liked this chapter and the lemon;)
I kindly ask you to go read "In the arms of an Angel" - a One Shot I wrote for Anything goes under the mistletoe contest. It won 4th place and I am very proud and grateful.
I have also written for An officer and a gentleman contest - its called "The price of a sacrifice" and is very good if I might say so myself.
I don't often rec fics because well... Im just a bitch that way I guess;) But I really want you to go try Mrs The King`s Crushed Seraphim, she is without a doubt the writer that inspires me the most, her way with words are absolutely breathtaking!
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