Christmas was always a special time at the Cullen house. Renesme had been getting older, though it didn't stop Carlisle and Esme from spoiling her at least a little bit around the holidays.

Their family had all been together for a majority of the day and night. Everyone had begun at the main house before migrating over to Edward and Bella's. After they'd all taken turns giving their gift to Renesme and each other, Edward and Bella headed to Charlie's with their daughter. In turn, Alice and Jasper headed into town to go ice-skating and no one really knew where Emmett and Rosalie had wandered off to.

Carlisle walked Esme home, taking their time over the ground that had only been lightly covered by a snowfall the day before. She linked her arm through his and the two of them talked about the day's events until they crossed through the door.

"Thank you for all of the gifts," Esme told Carlisle for the hundredth time, "You didn't have to get me all of that."

"Can I pamper you with just one more thing?" he asked, "No money involved."

Esme let a smirk slowly spread across her face, and Carlisle knew what she was thinking.

"It's upstairs."

His words made her full out giggle.

Carlisle laughed with her and shook his head, "Not that... well, not yet."

Esme continued to laugh and allowed him to tow her to the bathroom that was attached to their bedroom.

She let her smile linger, noting a warm bath that was surrounded by red rose petals. Carlisle had dimmed the lights just perfectly and one of Esme's favorite scents, apples and cinnamon, lingered in the air.

"Wow," she said, turning toward him for a second. "This is all for me?"

"Yeah," Carlisle said with a nod, "Unless you'd like some company."

Esme smiled up at him and then turned around so she could see both of their reflections in the mirror. "This dress is a little hard to get out of on my own," she told him, "Want to help me with the zipper so I can enjoy my last Christmas present?"

Carlisle made eye contact with her in the mirror for a moment before doing as she asked. He carefully undid her outfit and Esme shrugged the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall to the tiles on the bathroom floor.

"Is the water warm?" she teased, knowing with their immortal skin that it didn't matter one way or another.

"Do you want me to get in first to test it out?"

Esme smiled and looked down as Carlisle placed his hands on the sink, pinning her between him and porcelain. He shifted her hair around to one side to gain access to her neck before gently touching lips against her.

She closed her eyes and moved his hands so they wrapped around her, securing one on her left breast.

He continued to kiss along her neck and shoulders before making his way to her upper back while beginning to maneuver the button on his pants.

Esme turned around and kissed him once before seductively walking toward the tub while glancing over her shoulder with a closed-mouth smile.

Carlisle admired her for a moment and shut the door, despite the house being empty.

"I think it's about time you... unwrapped the second half of my gift Dr. Cullen," Esme told him. She loved referring to him as doctor at times, and she knew for whatever reason that Carlisle enjoyed it, too.

He couldn't help but smile, and quickly stripped down before joining her in the tub.

Esme waited for him to approach her, guiding his face to hers with her hand.

The two of them shared a long kiss, letting it carry on into a full on make-out session that left them both breathing heavy.

Esme could see her husband was attempting to be patient, though she knew what he wanted to up their level of intimacy. She locked her legs on the outside of his hips and pressed herself against him, making him sigh against her.

Carlisle's eyes met hers for a moment, and Esme let her hand dance down his stomach before kissing him again. He met her challenge, pushing himself back against her before he felt himself easily slide into her with the aid of the water.

Esme moaned lightly and Carlisle's lips crashed back against hers as he began to thrust lightly into her.

She loved making love in the water, and it was a rare occasion when they were allowed the time to. The feeling was always a little different than when they did it anywhere else.

Carlisle pressed his hands against the side of the marble tub behind where Esme sat. He bowed his head so his lips rested by her shoulders as he continued to keep up a steady rhythm.

Esme dug her fingers into the muscles on his back and arched her neck back. She moaned and spread her legs wider so he could have full access to her.

"Carlisle..." she whined his name as her actions encouraged him to pick up the pace.

He moaned back, switching his hands so they rested on the highest point of the back of her legs.

Esme felt her arousal level skyrocket as he proceeded to moan and grunt as they got deeper into the moment.

Carlisle pushed himself all the way into her and rocked his hips so she could feel all of him. As Esme began to moan again he brought his mouth back to hers, massaging her tongue with his own as he pushed into her with more force.

She felt her climax approaching, and couldn't help the noises that her mouth while she kissed him. It was her only way of communicating to her husband when he got her to the high she was about to experience.

Carlisle's lips left hers and Esme moaned loudly a final time, calling out his name again. Her legs locked around his and she clung to him with lustful desperation as she felt an orgasm radiate through her body.

He took a long look at his wife in the ecstasy-ridden moment he had taken her to and knew he wasn't far behind. Carlisle knew he could have done the same already but held it in for his wife's sake. The feel of her pleasure was transmitted into his body and he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes before his mouth dropped open partway. Carlisle pressed his lips against the side of her face and muffled all of the pleasure he was feeling as he felt his own orgasmic release.

Esme still clutched him hard, keeping her eyes closed until she heard the water lay still. Carlisle's former tense body loosened up and he sighed again against her.

She stroked his back with one hand, merging droplets of water with his perfectly, smooth skin.

"Oh, Carlisle..." she breathed lightly against his ear. Esme slumped a little lower into the water and he pushed himself back so they were face to face.

Carlisle kissed her gently, noting Esme's eyes were still closed. She smiled as he broke their kiss and let her eyes flicker open.

"Merry Christmas, my love," he told her.

Esme put a hand on the side of his face and smiled, "Merry Christmas, Carlisle."