Death Be My Friend
X: Carlisle
By Miss. Bra
M-Mistletoe?
I looked up and there was the demonic plant decoration, hanging above us on a string that Edward had obviously put there. Edward had run away, obviously to give us privacy, but I could sense him in the other room.
"I… I am… so sorry… Esme," I stuttered to her, not really knowing what to say or what to do.
Esme, who was standing in front of me, had her head down and was looking at the ground. I didn't know what to do, to take her by the shoulders and kiss her like I wanted to, or stutter an apology for Edward's actions and step away. How I wished I had Edward's gift at the moment. What did she want me to do?
"Well…" Esme whispered, suddenly looking up at me with her brilliant, terrifying crimson eyes. "Were in a situation, aren't we?" And then she smiled, the beautiful turn of her lips that I loved so much. "No doubt, Edward is perfectly amused."
I grinned with her, hoping to ease the tension of the situation just a little. "Yes," I agreed, "No doubt."
And then, Esme stepped a little closer, grinning up at me. Her head dropped for a moment and it seemed that she hesitated. How adorable she looked when she was a little nervous. "Well…" She whispered slowly, carefully, keeping her head down. "We can't very well kill the tradition of Mistletoe, can we?"
I wasn't thinking for a second when I stepped closer still and my index finger hooked under her chin and brought her head up slowly.
Carefully, I lowered my head down and pressed my lips to hers softly. The sheer feeling of her lips was enough for me to give into my instinctual side and want to have her. The softness of her lips was something I had expected, but I had never thought it to be this good.
My finger stayed under her chin, supporting her only slightly. Her hands were hovering on my shoulders now; they had crept up while I had been distracted.
The kiss was innocent and soft, nothing more, nothing less. I pressed my lips against hers with my eyes closed and it was absolutely perfect, next to the crackling fire in the hearth.
I pulled away and murmured softly, taking my hand away from her chin. "Tradition withheld," I mumbled softly. Esme grinned and suddenly her hands were at my cheeks and she was kissing me passionately, pulling me down to her level. I groaned and it only seemed to fuel her more, her hands weaving into my hair.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in tighter, taking control of the kiss, though we weren't kissing anymore, we were very much making out. All the tension, all of the sexual tension, the desire and want that we held for each other was coming out now and I didn't know if I could control that. I didn't want to be too forward, but oh, how I wanted her.
The lounge was behind us and I steadied myself on the back, one hand reaching over and the other hand moving up to bury itself into Esme's caramel curls.
I had no idea where Edward was now, if our thoughts had made him flee his home or if he was chuckling in the other room.
"Oh Carlisle," Esme gushed between frantic kisses. "Please, be mine, please, please, be mine, be mine."
"Oh Esme," I murmured, breaking the kiss to move along her jaw line then down the length of her neck, listening to her gasp, feeling the pressure of her head on my hands urging me to continue. "Yes, yes, be mine. To love and protect…"
"Yes, Carlisle," She almost moaned. We were pressed against the lounge now, threatening to fall back if my arm wasn't there to support us. How I wanted to go further with Esme, to push her back on the lounge this Christmas. My mind was vaguely aware of Edward, where ever he had gone now. Barely, I was aware of a telephone ringing along way away.
"Carlisle…" The voice was far away. I was too wrapped up in Esme, kissing up and down her neck, finding the mark that I had left her and running my tongue over it.
"Carlisle and Esme cut it out, would you?" Edward snarled. "Carlisle the hospital want you, it's an emergency."
Esme whimpered as I pulled away, standing upright again and Edward rolled his eyes. "You can do that later, when I'm not around, geez, I shouldn't have pushed you now," Edward groaned, picking my coat from the rack and handing it to me. "Hurry up," He told me, "They sounded bad."
I frowned as I opened the door, sulking from my ruin moment with Esme. She was sitting on the lounge, breathing in and out furiously with crimson eyes looking at me. "I won't be long," I said to both of them. "Merry Christmas."
"What have we got?" I asked as I walked into the surgery. The nurse fretted a little over the bleeding body so the doctor on hand- Dr. Williams spoke up.
"Murder victim, female," He replied, "She's lost a lot of blood."
The woman's mangled form was on the operating table, her stomach cut open and clamped, but the bleeding wasn't stopping. Quickly, I took control of the situation, resetting bones and giving blood transfusions. I stitched up the woman, whose name was apparently 'Reneta Blacksmith'. Through the night, Dr. Williams's body swayed and his eyes started to close, fatigue taking over the adrenaline and I was left with three nurses.
Reneta was stable now and was resting in intensive care and I was in the staffroom, washing my hands in boiling water, making sure to get all the blood off.
At that point, I finally let my mind trail back to Esme. Esme, my love, mine as of today, the greatest gift of all. How perfect she was, how utterly indescribably beautiful she was. I loved the way her hair flowed over her shoulders, or the way she would look at the ground when she was embarrassed. I also, loved, however, the way she was feeling when we were kissing, how she told me without words how much she wanted me.
"Doctor Cullen?" A sweet voice was behind me. I looked over my shoulder, not being able to hide the smile on my face. "Are you alright?"
It was one of the nurses, Daphne, I think. She stood in the middle of the staffroom, smiling softly as she came to lean on the bench next to me.
"I'm fine, thank you, Daphne," I replied, drying my hands on the towel beside the basin.
"Well," She started. "Dr. Williams and Dr. Mane and a few of the nurses and hospital staff are going to my place for a nice Christmas meeting. I wondered if you would like to come, of course, your brother, Edward is invited too."
I smiled. It was a kind thought; most of the nurses around here were kind. Perhaps that was just me, but they all seemed remarkably nice. "Thanks but no thanks, Daphne," I replied to her kindly. "I just want to get home to Edward; he was quite annoyed that I had to work on Christmas day. We were planning on doing something together."
She nodded, but seemed a little upset. "Alright then, I'll see you in the new year, Doctor Cullen. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," I replied, walking out of the staffroom, heading for my office.
The nightshift doctors were on now, young Dr. Collins and Dr. Gabriel and were doing their rounds before settling down for the hospitals Christmas dinner. I opened the door of my office, slinking into the square room. I flicked on the light and grinned.
My office had been completely decorated with golden tinsel, sparkle cut outs of Christmas trees and globes hanging from whatever they could. In the middle of my desk was a card, similar to the one I had signed a few weeks ago for the other doctors in Ashland, still, I was surprised I had gotten one. I picked it up curiously.
Dear Carlisle Cullen, it said in big ink writing
Merry Christmas from all of the doctors, specialists, nurses, patients and cleaners at Ashland Hospital, we look forward to working with you in the New Year.
May all of your Christmas wishes come true.
Best wishes,
Ashland Hospital
I gathered my things and clocked off, eager to get home. The automobile was almost calling me as I stepped into it. Though it was faster to run home than use the sluggish automobile, I still had a façade to keep going.
The drive home was slow and dreary and I desperately wished that I could have jumped out and ran back to the house- and Esme- as fast as I could.
However, coming to the driveway in the automobile I was pleasantly surprised as, against the fresh smell of snow against the Ashland landscape, I could smell something that distinctly didn't belong there. Something that wasn't right against the forestry scent of the outskirts.
I stopped the car and stepped out into thick snow. It wasn't snowing at the moment, but the amount we had gotten through the day had created a layer of snow on the ground.
In front of me was a large pine tree, a standout amongst the juveniles around it. The tree rose, each branch holding its weight in heavy snow.
Rustle, Rustle, Rustle… Gloppp…
The snow glob landed at my feet. My eyes darted up to the canopy, watching as the small pine needles fell from the branch.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked to seemingly no-one. The branch rustled again and more snow was purposely dropped at me, this time, I dodged easily, not leaving it up to lucky positioning.
"Edward said I could go for a walk," Esme said from the top of the tree. She was perched happily on a sturdy branch, grinning down upon me. "It's nice to finally get out of the house."
"I know," I said, "now come down."
"No," Came the teasing reply. I couldn't help but grin.
"Now, Esme," I said sternly.
"No, Carlisle, I like it."
"Don't make me come and get you."
"…" There was a pause and I watched as her grin grew bigger. "No."
I scaled the tree easily, branches falling to the ground as I pressed a little too hard against them, but in 2.67 seconds, I had wrapped my arms around Esme's waist and we were falling to the ground again. She squealed as we fell and 'thumped' into the snow, creating a crater as we fell.
"Uh! Carlisle," She squealed, trying to break free of my grasp. I locked my arms around her waist and laughed at her pathetic attempts. She was holding back and I could feel it, never had a newborn been that weak. She liked it. "You broke the tree!" She whimpered, pointing to the now every shaven, nude tree.
"I'll plant a new one," I replied carelessly, coming in to angle my body in line with hers, planting soft kisses against her jaw line.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to do that," Esme whimpered as I moved up, skipping across her cheek and capturing her lips.
It seemed a little selfish to be out here, on Christmas, while Edward was stuck inside the house. I offered for him to come out with us, I knew he could hear me, though I was at the gate to our property, but he never budged. I could hear the soft melodies of the grand piano from where we lay.
Esme sighed and squirmed free, though I let her. "We'd better get back inside to Edward; I don't want to neglect him." She gave me a swift peck across my lips as she climbed into car.
I slipped into the driver's seat and suddenly she was straddling me, pushing me back against the car seat, totally instinctual. Her lips, teeth and tongue met with the length of my neck, nipping and grazing against my stone flesh with teeth that could cut through anything.
"I love you Esme," I whispered, burying a hand in her falling locks.
"Mm, I love you too, Carlisle," She breathed against my neck. And then, she pulled back and clapped her hand over her mouth, her burgundy eyes wide.
"What's wrong love?" I asked as she slipped over to the passenger side.
"Sorry…" She said lowly. "That was totally out of line. I'm so sorry."
I smiled softly as I ran my hand across her cheek, assuring her everything was fine, but she didn't believe me and continually said sorry. Eventually, I started up the car again and drove it up to the house.
"You're wearing your necklace," Esme said softly as we came to the house.
I looked down and touched the small Cullen crest pendant and the inscription on the back. "Yes," I said, "I put it on just after I got it. Thank you very much for trusting me like this, Esme."
She smiled and looked to the floor of the car, an action I found adorable. "I've always trusted you, Carlisle," She murmured. "It was only embarrassment of talking to you, is all…"
I grinned and knew that she had been feeling the exact same thing I was feeling towards me that I had been feeling towards her. The horrible nervousness surrounding talking to someone you liked, the choking feeling you got when trying to articulate words.
Edward was in the house on the way home and greeted us as we got in.
"Hello, lovebirds," He cooed as he played his piano down near the back door. His eyes darted from my eyes to just under and he grinned. "What in the world are those things on your neck, Carlisle?" He moved closer and squinted. "Esme Platt, are they love bites?!"
Self consciously I put my hand to my supposedly ravaged neck. "Esme," I mildly scowled, a little embarrassed. The love bites were a signal to any woman that I was off limits; I knew it was a simply instinctual among our kind. Esme was just letting people know.
"I am so sorry… Carlisle… I mean I had no idea I was…" She stuttered, her head dropping to the floor, though I could see the slight up turn of her lips. I grinned and pulled her closer.
"No harm done, my love," I purred. "But next time, I get to bite back."
"Uh," Edward spat. "Ew, can you not?"
"Edward," Esme said bashfully.
Edward jumped up from his piano and walked over to us, his hands in his pockets. "I have to say, I am very pleased with my results," He grinned. "I should take up a career as a match maker. Esme liking Carlisle, Carlisle liking Esme," He grinned. "It was a matter of time, really."
Esme looked at the floor again and I squeezed her shoulder, chuckling softly. "Thank you for your blessing, Edward," I said softly. "It means a lot to me."
He smiled. "I'm glad you're happy, both of you." He looked to the back door. "And now, I'm leaving you two alone, I'm going hunting but I'll be back later tonight."
I smiled warmly. "Alright, I'll see you later, Edward." He exited our home through the back door and leapt into the forest.
Edward's gramophone was playing softly in the background, and as I pressed my lips to my love's temple, I offered her my hand to dance. "Dance, love?"
She smiled as she took my hand and I leant into carefully kiss her on the lips. "Of course, Carlisle."
I have seen many Christmas', all the same, all holding festiveness and joy. This was one of the few that I had gotten to spend it with my family, my new family. I had gotten, once again, to know the real meaning of Christmas again. And this Christmas, I had gotten the greatest gift of all.
"I love you," She murmured against me as we danced.
"I love you too."
I'll admit it. It was basically a make out scene with no actual plot line to it. I'm sorry, lol. Actually, really, I'm not. So many people just wanted this.
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