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Authors Notes: Thank as usual to my lovely beta, LisaDawn75 for doing a super job correcting my terrible grammar and making it all read better. You are the best beta a girl can ask for!

And also to my gorgeous friend Michelle for just being awesome and letting me sit on her sofa until the early hours of the morning taking about Twilight and Fanfiction, as well as pre-reading and making me write lots. ILY x

Also lots of shout outs to SparklingWand, Fallanydeeper, Robsten_FTW and Dan - Not to mention Cath, Deb, Lauren, Lydia and Jem. Thanks all so much for all the love, support and awesome pimping.

I've been a busy bee with my writing – I'm working on a new story – An All Human Multi-chapter. In fact I'm currently writing chapter 14 so it's coming out a lot faster than this little tale Please check it out by clicking on my pen-name at the top of the page – it's called "My Facebook Reunion".

Chapter 10

1935

Esme POV

I was completely blind, but I knew exactly where he was, moving slowly and sensually around me, his fingers and lips ghosting over my body, causing me to tingle. My other senses were working on overtime. I could feel him all over me, even when he wasn't actually touching me.

Carlisle ran something from my chin, down my throat and sternum, between my breasts and to my navel. My back automatically arched towards him, and I bit back a moan. It took me a moment to concentrate and realize that he was tickling and taunting my body with a long feather. I couldn't tell what sort of bird it was from, I only knew that it smelled exotic.

I felt his delicious breath by my ear. "You need to keep still, my darling. I'm using all of my self control to refrain from just ravishing you while you lie there." His voice was as smooth as silk, but there was a seductive tone. Even if I couldn't smell his arousal, I would know just by the sound of his voice that he was extremely turned on.

I took in a deep breath and tried to relax on top of the soft cotton sheets, closing my eyes behind the silk necktie which was bound gently across them.

"Much better, my love," he whispered. I felt him move closer to me and his lips suddenly met my neck, his soft hair brushing up against my cheek. I craned my head to the left, giving him better access as he began pressing open mouthed kisses across my jugular and his fingers worked down my shoulders and arms. I gently bit down on my lip to stop further moans from escaping.

I shuddered as he brought his hand down to my breast, cupping the mound gently and squeezing. My breath hitched as I felt his thumb run over my puckered nipple. He held such a power over my body. His breath was cool on my skin as he blew continuously downwards. If I had been human, I would have been shivering in anticipation and covered in gooseflesh. His breath, however, felt like it was leaving a trail of pins and needles in it's midst.

I sighed happily and smiled as he continued his ministrations. I heard and felt him chuckle. He moved closer to me, his bare chest grazing lightly against my nipples. He kissed my parted lips and pressed his tongue into my mouth, gently probing and dipping in and out. I kissed him back, my tongue duelling with his, massaging and pushing, fighting for dominance. I loved the way he tasted, and I wanted more and more of him constantly. Our lovemaking was never boring, even after more than a decade; we would never get enough of each other.

Carlisle broke our kiss, pulling away slowly, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling lightly at it before pressing more chaste kisses along my neck and down my entire body. He concentrated on my chest for a few long minutes before licking across my ribs and down to my rounded hips and curved stomach. He kissed and nipped at every inch of my pale skin before his hands nudged at my thighs, parting them slightly. He inhaled deeply, his nose just inches away from my center. I heard his tongue dart out and lick across his lips. My hips bucked towards him involuntarily as I felt his cool breath wash across my heated core. He chuckled gently and placed his hands on my hips, holding them down. My hands flailed, attempting to find him. "Do you want me to bind your arms, darling?" he asked me quietly. "You know I will. Keep still now."

"Sorry," I whispered, licking my lips. "I'll keep still now." I loved it when Carlisle let go and had some good fun.

I felt him inch closer and closer to me, his hands pressing hard into my hips. He moved fully between my legs and knelt down, bringing my legs over his shoulders. I tried to regulate my breathing, knowing what he was about to do. I begged my body to keep still and fight against the magnetic pull between our two bodies.

My love quickly put me out of my misery, and I could feel his mouth on me. He pressed kisses on the insides of my thighs and worked his way up until his nose brushed against my womanhood. I couldn't help but to sigh loudly, and then again when he kissed me at the top of my sex, directly on top of my throbbing clitoris. He flicked his tongue out onto my tight nub, and I bit back a cry.

"You will drive me insane," I breathed, my hands finally finding his head, and I managed to tangle my fingers into his beautiful hair.

He lifted his head briefly; "That would be my plan, my darling," he said with a laugh, before he dipped his head once again and placed a long lick over my center. I screamed in pleasure as he pushed against me, his tongue working at me again and again, probing and thrusting in and out of me. I pulled gently at his hair as my body began to quiver and tremble with sheer pleasure and excitement as my stomach tightened. I had to clench my thighs around his neck, gripping him as I spiralled into oblivion.

As I came down, panting hard and running my fingers through his messy hair, he kissed my thighs and back up my body until his mouth found my own. I loved the fact that I could taste myself on him, and I allowed him into my mouth, begging him for more with my kisses.

He kissed me once again and pulled off my blindfold. I blinked as my eyes met his. They looked so full of love and lust as he kissed the tip of my nose.

He aligned the head of his member with me and slowly slid in and proceeded to make quiet and sweet love to me, never blinking and never looking away. We panted in unison as our hips met one another with our thrusts. We climaxed together and laid in silence, just loving each other. Perfect.

Our quiet moments were interrupted by the sound of angry footsteps. Edward. He was in close proximity and moving rather quickly towards the house. He was muttering to himself. "She can't just do this…It's not right." Over and over again. Carlisle helped me to my feet and handed my clothing to me. We dressed quickly, aided by our extraordinary vampire speed as our son entered the house. He was pacing in the parlour and I could sense that he was vexed.

After checking that I was presentable, I pulled Carlisle down the stairs and went to Edward.

"What's happened?" Carlisle beat me to the question. Edward pinched the top of his nose between his forefinger and thumb, still pacing. I swear he was going to wear a trail into the rug. He stopped and looked at us.

"Rose is on her way back, and she has found someone while hunting. She wants you to turn him. She saved him from being mauled by a bear, but he is close to death." Edward sounded angry. "It's fucking daytime! Does she not realize what she is risking?"

"Edward," I whisper, touching his arm lightly. "Let Carlisle look at this man. There may not be anything we can do…and if anyone sees her, I'm sure that we can work it out."

Edward searched Carlisle's eyes and my husband nodded and looked sombre. All of our noses flared at the sweet scent of the victim's blood as Rosalie approached the house. She was moving slowly, hopefully in an attempt to not draw too much attention to herself. Thankfully, we lived in a quiet area.

I took one last breath and swallowed deeply; the venom was already pooling in my mouth.

The wounded man Rose was carrying was enormous. It was hard to tell because of the way he was positioned, but it was clear that he was taller than both Carlisle and Edward, and he was built like a weightlifter – sculpted and muscular – some might describe him has burly. He had the strangest, and almost angelic, face, and a head full of dark, matted curls, and, however – even so close to death – he had a perfect set of dimples. I felt an instant feeling of affection and love for this young man, and I hoped that he would survive into this life.

Rosalie stopped at the foot of the porch. Her eyes were back and she was not breathing. She looked famished. She must have been using every ounce of her strength not to feed on his sweet blood.

"Please, Carlisle." She looked up at him, her eyes begging him to take the huge man off of her. "There isn't much time."

Carlisle nodded and swept down the steps, taking him from Rose and lifting him into the house. I reached out for Rosalie, and she took my hand. We stood together for a few moments, each of us sucking in the last of the relatively fresh air before stepping back into our home. Edward followed Carlisle in immediately, but not before glaring at Rose.

"You have done well, Rosalie," I whispered, giving her hand a light squeeze. "I would have never been able to control my thirst."

Rosalie squeezed back and smiled sadly. "He was putting up a good fight, but the bear was so much larger than him. I had to help. He would have lost in the end. He's so beautiful and he told me as I carried him home that I was his angel." Her eyes were glazed over as she thought of him. "I hope he doesn't hate me for this." And with that, she stepped into the house and went up the stairs where Carlisle and Edward had taken the man, to the very room in which both Rosalie and I had been through our transformation and started our new lives.

Rosalie pushed past Edward and knelt down besides Carlisle. "I want you to change him. Please, Carlisle. I cannot bear to lose him."

Carlisle looked torn between his wanting to help Rosalie, but also his moral issues with taking another life. Even though the young man was going to die, my husband didn't want to be faced with yet another newborn making him regret his decision.

Rose's ochre eyes pleaded with him, and he caved. He would do anything for his family. Rosalie smiled and nodded. "Thank you," was all she could say as she stepped back.

I silently wondered how many times I would stand and watch as we gained another member of our family and if I would still feel the dread of the thoughts that the person would take to it badly. I hated to see Carlisle hurt, and I wished that he didn't have to make these decisions. But he saw himself as head of our family, and he wanted to help and do right by us all.

He agreed to help Emmett. He asked Rose if she wished to try it as her control around human blood was remarkable, but she declined because she was terrified that if she tasted the man's blood, that she'd never be able to stop. Her control was excellent because she'd never allowed a drop of it to pass her lips. His blood was singing to her and she admitted to wanting him very badly. I think her need to keep him safe pushed Carlisle to make his choice.

Rosalie stayed with Emmett during his change. She whispered to him as he screamed and roared in pain. She told him that they could take care of each other and that he could seek revenge on all the bears he wanted. She explained, while apologizing to him, what he would become and that he would thirst for blood. She told him she would wait for him.

I couldn't help but check on them once a day, to see how Rosalie was doing. Seeing a transformation isn't a pleasant experience. The only one I had seen was Rose's, and my connection with her at the time wasn't as strong as the one she appeared to have with the young man who's name was Emmett, Edward learned when his thoughts became a little more coherent.

It was clear to me that Rosalie was falling in love with Emmett. Although she and I had grown closer and were able to have enjoyable conversations, it felt strange to see her acting so loving towards someone. Her guarded nature was an act when she felt unsafe – and that was the moment when I realized that and learned from my daughter.

When Emmett awoke he was difficult to control at first. Carlisle and Edward were definitely no match for the enormous newborn vampire. He wasn't at all violent, just very strong and unaware of how powerful he really was. My stone heart warmed as, with deep crimson eyes, Emmett looked at Rosalie and muttered, "My angel," to her, over and over again. Rosalie was able to calm him enough to take him hunting and strangely enough, it turned out that Emmett McCarty had a taste for grizzly bear.

Rosalie became much happier in the weeks that followed Emmett's arrival into our family. It wasn't long until they were head over heels in love with each other. I was happy for Rose. Emmett loved, cared for and completely worshipped her, and of that, I was certain.

Next up - some of my own imput into the story - Stephenie Meyer never mentioned this in the bio's or backstories to the characters involved, but thanks to a prompt and a bunch of ideas from my dear friend Michelle, I think it would have been something that would have come up. Any ideas what this could be? Pop your guesses in a little review and leave some love

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