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Lil warning; this is a very lemony chapter.

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They spent the days of their honeymoon exploring the land around their little house. The forest nearby was plentiful with deer, and Esme had a sneaky suspicion that the beautiful surroundings and easy-access to prey was exactly what had decided Carlisle's mind about this place. She wasn't complaining in the slightest; she loved the privacy of it being just her and her husband. Their nights were spent exploring each others bodies, which also joined their souls and strengthened the bond they shared. If it wasn't for the thought of Edward by himself at home, Esme would have happily spent the rest of eternity with Carlisle in the middle of nowhere.

"I personally think this is a terrible idea." Esme declared with her hands on her hips and one delicate eyebrow arched as her husband approached her. Like they did every afternoon, they had retreated down the lake and splashed around in the shallows. She had been more than intent on doing this, until Carlisle had suggested they went swimming.

Carlisle smirked at her, finding humour in her temper as always. "Love, you know I would never suggest doing anything that could possibly put you in danger, right?"

"Yes," She grumbled, eyeing the water behind him suspiciously. She had never learnt how to swim as a child, but when she had admitted that to her husband, he seemed even more keen to do this.

"And, you are fully aware that you are a vampire, who does not need oxygen, and therefore cannot drown?" Carlisle went on. Like Esme, he could be very stubborn when his mind was set on something, and the coy smile on his face proved just how much enjoyment he was getting at her stand-offish approach.

She folded her arms over her chest. "That makes me feel so much better." Her voice was thick with enough sarcasm that made her feel proud, and earned a chuckle from her husband.

"Esme," He held his hand out. "Do you trust me?"

"That's a pointless, foolish question, Carlisle." She told him firmly, but she gave in and placed her hand in his. "Of course, I trust you."

Smiling triumphantly, Carlisle kissed her pouting lips before leading her further into the water. They had long since discarded of their shoes when they had first arrived at the lake, but he knew that her light dress would dry in no-time when they were done. His own clothes stuck to his body as they got waist-deep into the dark water.

"Carlisle, is it true that babies know how to swim?" Esme asked him.

He shook his head. "That's a myth, but they do show similar reflexes that would suggest they do."

Carlisle soon had her in the deeper water, and Esme took on his instructions carefully. She was surprised and delighted to find that she didn't struggle at all, and soon enough, she was swimming around the lake and diving down to explore the bottom of it, which was mainly just dark with funny looking plants. She found herself wondering what the bottom of the ocean would look like in comparison.

It was beautiful; like an underwater garden. Tiny fish flickered nearby, but they darted away whenever she got close enough, sensing a predator in the water. She dived closer to the floor, admiring the way the terrain dipped and changed, with tiny rocks and underwater ferns which swayed in the gentle current. The water was crystal clear, and she wondered if she would be able to capture it in a painting when she got home.

She froze when a hand grasped her foot, pulling her backwards slightly. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw Carlisle grinning up at her, releasing her foot before pushing up from the bottom of the lake, effortlessly powering himself back to the surface. Esme went after him, breaking the surface and taking a breath more out of habit rather than need.

Carlisle watched her, feeling something stir inside him at the sight of her with her hair sticking to her face and neck, and the material of her dress clinging to her body and becoming rather transparent. It had not been his intention, but he knew he would never be able to resist this beautiful woman. How he had become so fortunate to be able to have her with him for the rest of eternity, he did not know.

Esme rubbed the water off her face with her hands before they headed back to the shallow water where they could get their footing.

"See?" Carlisle said teasingly. "It isn't all that bad, is it?"

She glowered at him, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face. "Alright, I should have believed you." She admitted, and when his smile broadened, she splashed him with water.

"Esme Cullen," He said in mock seriousness, his blonde hair dark with lake water. "You did not just splash me, did you?"

"Well, sir," She said, pretending to contemplate her actions. "I believe I did."

Carlisle laughed before lunging for her, easily wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body flush against hers. With their sodden clothes, they could feel everything, and Esme bit her lower lip as a sensation that only Carlisle could cause her surged through her whole body. Suddenly desperate for her husband, she pushed up his body so she could kiss him, eagerly wrapping her arms around his neck as her lips captured his mouth hungrily.

Momentarily startled by her suddenness, Carlisle didn't react, but a second later, he kissed her back as his hands went to her waist. He moaned against her as her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing their bodies even closer together. She responded with a groan as she felt just how much her husband wanted her, she could feel it pressing against her inner thigh; hard, ready and demanding.

"Esme," He whispered as their lips broke apart and his fell to her neck, sucking and biting gently at her skin. "I want you."

"Then take me, Carlisle." She told him, knowing it was bold, but also knowing that she trusted this man with her life. Her own desire threatened to overwhelm her. "I'm yours."

Pleased by her statement, he licked her collarbone slowly, taunting her. She became aware of him slowly pushing the two of them back to shore, but she still let out a surprised gasp when she was suddenly lifted out around the water. Tightening her legs around him, she allowed him to carry her back to the grass where he slowly lowered her onto her back.

Her eyes roamed over his chest, where his soaked shirt was clinging to, highlighting the muscles of a man who had worked hard every day in his human life. She would never get tired of his body, and she always found herself questioning if this man truly was an angel.

Esme purred with contentment as Carlisle started unbuttoning his shirt, but she became impatient enough to sit up and rip it off his body. Even without inhumane strength, it was an easy thing to do; the material was far too wet to put up a fight. She heard a delicious growling sound come from her husband at her eagerness, and it made the pool of desire in her stomach grow even more, if that was even possible.

"My love," He whispered as he returned his attention back to her neck, trailing kisses down it as he moved to the swell of her breasts. "This dress on you...as much as I love it, I need it off."

She smiled. It gave her so much joy to see that she had the same affect on her husband as he did on her, and although they had already done this many times on their honeymoon, it was always thrilling to her. Carlisle worshipped her, and she would never be able to understand what she had done to deserve someone so wonderful and loving, but there was no chance she was ever going to give him up. Eternity was theirs to share.

It wasn't long until they were both stripped of their clothes, with a pile of shredded material next to them as they joined together. It was a good thing that there was no town nearby; their moaning and growls would have certainly attracted attention from passersby, but the two vampires were far too lost in each other to be even slightly considered at the possibility.

The comfort they had which each other pleased them both more than they ever imagined. Their bodies fit together, like a puzzle which was finally complete after many years of waiting.

Carlisle loved hearing the whimpers and moans he brought from his wife's mouth, and Esme loved the feeling of against her. She didn't feel tense, or scared. She didn't have to close her eyes and picture that it wasn't happening. Instead, she took in every moment, she wanted to feel everything, to watch as they brought themselves to the edge before succumbing to their mounting pleasure.

Once they had finished, and lay together by the waters edge, Esme turned to Carlisle with a smile. "You know," She said. "I quite like swimming."

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On the final night of their honeymoon, they sat on the floor, on top of a rather comfortable bear-skin rug, in front of the roaring, grand fireplace.

Carlisle could still remember a time when a fire would bring him only horrible, sad thoughts. But now, as he sat with his arm around his wife and the comfort of her body pressed against his, he found he could finally admire the beauty of the flames. His sharp eyes could easily pick out the individual tones of amber, red, yellow and blue within the fire, and his eyes listened the crackling of the wood as it burned.

"You know," He said, as his hand stroked Esme's lower back in small circles. "When I was planning our honeymoon, at first I was going to take you to several places. I want to show you so much of the world, but then I realised something. We have all of eternity. We do not need to rush to fit everything in. Even if we spent a year in every location in the world, we'd still have time for new adventures after that. That's so exciting to think about."

Smiling, Esme nuzzled into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of cinnamon. "You could have brought me to a rundown barn, Carlisle, and I still would have been more than content."

He knew she was telling the truth, and although he could say the same, he allowed himself to voice his thoughts. "Esme, one day, when you are ready, I'd like to take you around the world. There are so many beautiful sights, and the thought of showing you them makes me feel so happy."

Esme took his hand in his, linking her fingers through his. "Where would we go first?" She asked.

"Well, I'd simply show you a map and let you decide." Carlisle admitted as he leaned further back against the couch behind him. "Of course, countries with sunny climates are too much of a risk, but that doesn't limit us too gravely. We could go to Europe, and parts of Asia, and South America."

"Would you take me to see England?"

He paused at this question. He had not returned to England since he had changed, and the thought had often crossed his mind, but he never felt ready to go back to where he had grown up, to where his human life had been ended. But, as he sat with her leaning into him, he knew he was finally ready. "Of course," He said, raising their linked hands so he could kiss the back of hers lovingly. "I think you'll enjoy London."

"I'm sure," She agreed. "I would love to see where you grew up."

"It's changed a lot since those days." Carlisle admitted. "But, we'll go, one day. And we can journey into Scotland and Wales, and across to Ireland as well. A few years of travelling certainly wouldn't do us any harm."

"And Edward?"

"He'll come with us, he's always expressed an interest in travelling. It'll be good for him." Carlisle said with such certainty. "The culture, the history...it's all fascinating."

She smiled at the animation on his handsome face, outlined in amber by the fire. Her artist's imagination wanted her to draw him; all golden and stoic, surrounded by flames like a phoenix. Unable to resist, she gently eased her hand free from his so she could cup his face, gently guiding his lips to hers. Carlisle was more than happy to comply, his tongue seeking entrance by gliding along her bottom lip. She opened up to him willingly, moaning in pleasure as his hand made its way to her hair, easing through her caramel curls.

Their kiss was not interrupted for many minutes. It held the same amount of adoration and desire as their kisses always held, but this one had a large amount of heat that the fire in front of them certainly was not responsible for.

Slowly, Carlisle pulled away, keeping his forehead against hers as he rubbed his nose against hers, an action that caused them both to smile. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you when we return." He admitted.

She shivered at the reminder that in all the things in the world, she was the only one who could test Carlisle's self control. She understood his concern, because she shared it; they would be going back home tomorrow to Edward, and they would have to be very considerate about how they interacted around him. It wouldn't be fair to make Edward feel awkward or unwanted in his own home.

But, she bit her lower lip and fluttered her eyelids at her husband. "We have one more night before we have to worry about that." She whispered, her hands going to the back of his neck as she lay down, pulling him in top of her as her body fell into the bear-rug below them.

Carlisle's eyes instantly turned dark with desire, just as she knew hers had.

"I love you," He told her softly as he leaned down and kissed her, communicating just how much he adored her in that kiss. It would have easily stripped her of her ability to breathe, had she been human.

She kissed him back with just as much passion, her hands scratching down his back under his shirt, which would soon enough be off his body. "I love you, so much Carlisle."

Her fingers went to work on his shirt buttons. As she had already successfully succeeded in destroying one of his shirts that day, she came to the conclusion that it was best that Carlisle returned home tomorrow with some of his wardrobe still intact. So, she eased the buttons out one by one, making sure to take her time so this could last longer. When she was done, she eased the material off his shoulders, throwing it away.

Leaning up, she kissed along his jawline, sucking at his skin as he often did with her. Her lips made their way down the arch of his neck, feeling how it had tensed with pleasure, and she smiled against him as her mouth found his scar. They had discovered that the marks on their neck, although a harsh reminder of what they were, brought them both unimaginable bliss when either of them paid attention to the other's scar. As expected, her husband let out a gasp, his body trembling as she paid attention to that part of his neck.

Satisfied, Esme returned to his lips, her tongue finding her way into his mouth with very little trouble. She loved how bold and confident she was with him, and she knew that it made Carlisle happy too. He had become more relaxed every time they made love, and she knew it was because there was a part of him that was very considerate to what she had been through. In her mind, however, Charles and Carlisle were completely different people; one was her past, and the other was her future.

Carlisle's fingers ran over her stomach as he leaned onto his side. His hand grazed over her chest slowly, and she whimpered, showing him exactly what she wanted when she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. He squeezed it softly, causing her back to arch up, pressing further into his touch.

Soon enough, they had both stripped each other of their clothes, a lot more delicately as they had done at the lake. Esme moaned as she felt him against her as she hungrily kissed him, aware of her nails scratching down his back. They wouldn't leave a mark, they had discovered that one day three of their honeymoon when she had certainly gotten carried away.

"Esme?" There was a questioning tone to his voice now, edged with slight hesitation, that caused her to pause. "Esme, I'd like to try something, and if you are at all uncomfortable, I will stop immediately. It's just...I know it's been said to bring a woman great pleasure, and..."

His sudden shyness was so endearing to her. Carlisle was many things; considerate, warm, compassionate. She was the only one who he felt safe enough to show his more sensitive, self-doubting side. She brushed her fingers over his cheek. "I trust you, Carlisle." She told him, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

His body softened, and he kissed her gently before starting to kiss down her throat. He kissed along her collarbone, his tongue occasionally flickering out to taste her skin. When he got to her breasts, he took one pert nipple into his mouth whilst his fingers kept the other one occupied, before switching over. Esme encouraged him, moaning his name and clenching her hand around his golden hair as she watched him release her breasts and kiss down her stomach.

She knew what was happening, although she had never experienced it. For a moment, she worried that she would do something wrong, or that Carlisle would not enjoy it, but all thoughts were wiped from her mind as soon as his lips brushed against the soft skin of her inner thighs.

"Esme," He whispered, his breath tickling her most intimate area in a way that caused her body to shake with need.

"I'm okay," She reassured him, knowing why he had paused. "Please, Carlisle. Don't stop."

Slowly, he parted her legs further, his nose brushing her lower lips slowly. He breathed in, enjoying the sight of his naked wife lying stretched out before him, panting and whispering his name in a voice that made him want her even more. But, he was going of pieces of information which he had heard over the years, and he wanted to do this right.

His tongue flicked out, causing Esme's back to arch instantly, which he took as a good sign. Encouraged by this, he dived in, kissing and sucking and twirling his tongue, using the sounds she was making as indication as whenever she practically liked when he was doing. His hands gripped the outside of her thighs as he kept her against his mouth, enjoying this just as much as she clearly was.

Once again, he was thankful that he had picked a house so far away from anywhere, considering just how loud and noisey Esme was being. Pride filled him at the fact that it was him who was causing his wife such please, that he was the one who was rendering her utterly speechless, unable to do anything but moan.

Esme's head flew back into the rug as she gave in, gasping as her organism shook her entire body. Carlisle remained where he was, lapping up the venom eagerly, a smile on his lips when he finally pulled away.

"Was...was that okay, Esme?" He asked her.

She opened her eyes, taking his hand in his so she could pull him against her once again, their bodies pressing against one another in every delicious way possible. She was thankful for vampire stamina; she could feel how hard he was, and she couldn't wait much longer.

"That was more than okay, Carlisle." She told him, kissing him and tasting herself on his tongue. "That was...unbelievable."

He smiled, but anything that he was going to say was cut off when his wife deepened the kiss, their tongues soon battling for dominance. He was even more startled when Esme flipped them over; she was still slightly stronger than him, and she didn't mind using that to her advantage.

This was a new position for them, and it was exciting. She straddled his waist, sitting herself just slightly forward to where they both most wanted to her to be.

As he looked up at his wife, Carlisle was once again speechless at her beauty. Only he would ever see her like this, and it brought out a possessive, proud-male side to him that he had never experienced before he met her.

"Carlisle," She whispered, pulling away from him slightly whilst grinding her hips against his in a tantalisingly torturing way. "I need you, Carlisle."

Her eyes were burning with desire, but there was such a confidence to her voice and her face that told him she was ready for this, that she was comfortable enough to do this. She hadn't taken control like this before, and he couldn't deny that he was very much looking forward to it, but if he had felt she wasn't sure, he wouldn't have pushed her.

"I'm yours." He promised her. "Only yours."

With that, Esme kissed him, lining them up and joining them together once again. The position was new to both of them, but it allowed Carlisle to sink deeper inside her effortlessly, and she gasped at the sensation. Resting her head against his shoulder, she started rocking, loving the feeling of her husband being physically at one with her, but also knowing that their souls and minds were also combined.

Esme's movements slowly started to increase in speed, driven by the eternal desire that burned inside her for her husband, which could contend with any fire. Her erratic hip thrusts caused her breasts to bounce slightly, gaining her a low growl from her husband, whose eyes were now pitch black as they raked over her body, taking her all in.

His hands moved to her hips as he lifted her slightly, and she took the initiative to sink back down onto him before rising again to repeat the action. "Oh, Carlisle," She moaned, feeling close to her second orgasm already. It was building up inside her so strongly that it threatened to overtake her, but she was determined to bring him with her.

His grip on her waist tightened as Carlisle let out a growl from deep within his chest. "Come with me, Esme." He practically begged her.

Then, with a final thrust, they both released, with Esme gripping him so tightly inside her that he let out a chocked groan. They remained where they were for a few moments, letting the waves of their release simmer down and eventually come to a stop, before Esme lifted herself off him one final time so she could move to nestle into his side.

He admired the sight before him; her skin glowing from the flames, her entire body exposed to him because she felt safe enough to do so. "You are so beautiful in the firelight." Carlisle told her, adoringly stroking the side of her face gently as the flames touched their skin with a faint warmness.

She beamed up at him, her eyes slowly returning to their golden colour, but still reflecting the same amount of love that they always held when she looked at him. "I am nothing in comparison to you, my love." She told him.

"Such nonsense," He hushed her, nuzzling her nose with his before settling down in the rug, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. For the rest of the night, they remained in front of the fire, with his hand tracing invisible patterns into her bare back and her body against his, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest under her ear.

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I took into account of how we are told in the books that vampires feel every emotion heightened, and I wanted Esme and Carlisle to be no exception to this rule, hence the lemons in this chapter before they return home to Edward. The parental side of them will try to remind them to stay grounded, but their powerful love and desire for one another brings out this side to them, and I simply LOVE writing it.

I feel personally like they are presented far too grown up in the books, with very little to indicate to how their private lives are. Although they are the parents of the coven, they are also eternally young and in love, so it'll certainly be fun to write about this part of their lives, running it parallel to how they come the 'parents' of their family as it develops.

Hope you enjoyed, please leave a review if you can, as I'm really enjoying seeing a new review and reading what you think!

Sending love,

- E x