Another drabble for Secrets & Lies, this time shipping Carlisle/Esme, and Carlisle/Rosalie. From Carlisle's POV. Don't forget, I do requests!
Guilt
Sometimes, after making love to Esme, the guilt would creep in. Once, she had asked him about it.
"Love," she has whispered, "Is something wrong?"
He had looked into her lovely face, and saw the fear there.
"No," he replied.
Pulling her body closer to his, feeling her warm skin, the feelings grew uncontrollable.
It was times like these he thought of Rosalie. When Esme had drifted off to sleep against him, when the house was empty, when there was no Edward to eavesdrop, his mind flew to her.
And then the guilt would creep in.
Because he wanted her.