Yes, I realize that this isn't a one shot at all but I like to leave you guessing every now and then… I meant to do this earlier, but thanks so much to everyone who reviewed!! You all make me feel special and stuff :] THANKS!!!!!! Love you, guys & gals...or maybe its just gals...?

So here we are now, back to where this whole thing started, picking up from Esme and Carlisle's conversation from part one…Just letting you know to clear up any confusion…

Carlisle and Esme

Part Three: Burnin' Love

"Yes I do. I'm just not entirely sure my idea is right."

"You know what?" suddenly, I could care less about trying to stay calm. "Stop being so condescending! Where is your ring? When have you ever taken it off?"

"Esme, I-" he seemed shocked by my livid response.

"No, you are not allowed to speak," my volume was growing with every word. "How could you lose that? How, in the name of everything on God's green Earth, could you lose it? It has nothing to do with how much it cost, obviously, but how much it means! Are you-"

"Esme, calm down!" for anyone else, this would have just been a slight raising of the voice and a small change of tone. For Carlisle, it was an explosion. "Do you think I meant to lose it on purpose?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then stop acting like it!"

"You admitted that you lost it!"

"I'm not perfect!"

"Well neither am I but my ring is still-" I held up my left hand to emphasize my point. Then I realized, my ring was not in its usual spot. In fact, it was not on my hand at all. "What the…?"

"Esme!" he was suddenly furious too; the small bit of serenity he had been holding onto disappeared. "You are yelling at me for something that you did as well?!"

"But it was just there a moment ago! I swear!" I started overturning the couch cushions just as he had and found nothing, just as he had.

"Right, it just sort of jumped off of your finger. Maybe it ran away to be a ring leader in the circus." His sarcasm was overwhelmingly obvious, getting back at me for yelling at him. Well two can play that game.

"There is no need to be a prick, Carlisle!" I was swiftly in his face.

"Look who's talking!"

I slapped him across the face. We were both breathing heavily, our bodies in such close proximity that every breath sent a wave of his scent crashing onto me. He grabbed my shoulders as if to shake me, then paused.

Normally, when he stared into my eyes, there was a quiet, soft exhilaration in the gaze. But right now, the fiery, burning passion that I felt pass between us was almost too much for me to handle. Before I could fully process what was happening, he had pushed me hard against the wall and was kissing me with such ferocity like I had never experienced before. I kissed him back with equal fierceness, my fingers entwining in his perfect blonde hair, holding onto him as if he might change his mind and slip away.

He started kissing my neck again, but this time it was different, urgent somehow, rough even. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as his lips made their way down my neck, across my collarbone and up the other side of my throat. Every now and then, his teeth would graze my skin, sending shivers through my body.

"Oh, Carlisle," I could not help but whisper his name, loving the way it seemed to roll right off my tongue, wishing there was more of him in my mouth than just his name…

"How much do you like this blouse?" he whispered back against my neck, moving gradually up to my ear.

"Well it's Alice's so-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he had ripped it off of me, revealing the lacey red lingerie I had been hiding. He paused for a moment as he took in what I was wearing and I heard his breathing hitch just as mine did.

"Oh, God, Esme," he came up and kissed my lips once again before trailing lower. "What else are you hiding in there?"

As if to answer his own question, I felt his hands start to work on my jeans, unbuttoning them.

"No, no, no; that just will not do," I said, trying to mimic Rosalie's oh so devious smirk.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his breathing heavy as he slowly made his way closer and closer to my chest, his hands already there, making me feel almost hot. To answer him, I tore his shirt off in response, his lean, pale, sculpted body breathtaking. I ran my hands down his arms then up his back, savoring the touch, wanting to feel all of him… "Oh, I see…"

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, our kiss never breaking. Before I could bat an eyelash, we were in our room. He was rushing to the bed, obviously intending to throw me on it. But before he could succeed, I spun him around and pressed my feet against the back of his knees, causing them to buckle and send him stumbling backwards onto the bed. I unbuckled his belt and had his pants off faster than I ever had before. I ripped my own jeans off and the hiss of desire that escaped his lips sent another shiver through me. I pounced on top of him, taking absolute control. I leaned down and did exactly what he had, kissing him down his neck, across his collarbone, up the other side, then changed my course of direction and moved down to his chest, his stomach. His answering shudder reassured me that I was doing well. Then, in a straight line, I ran my tongue up from just above his navel to his lips, kissing him like I had been longing to for so long.

"Esme?" he asked against my lips, breathless.

"Hmm?" I replied, not breaking the kiss.

"You're not…still mad…about…the ring…are you?" he said between kisses. I pulled away from him, incredulous.

"Right now, I don't give a damn about the rings." I rolled over and pulled him on top of me in the process, switching our positions. "Now shut the hell up and make love to me."

After that, I lost all coherent thought. All I knew was that I wanted every inch of him on me…inside me…

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXFive and a half hours laterXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

And that was the first time I ever screamed his name in bed. In fact, it was the first time I had ever screamed anything in bed. I cannot be entirely certain because my body was so overflowing with pleasure that my mind could scarcely keep up, but I'm pretty sure that to anyone who had been listening, I probably sounded like I was agreeing with him rather enthusiastically. I think I also recall "Oh Carlisle!" and "Oh GOD!" and possibly "HARDER!". But, as I said, I cannot be sure.

I collapsed beside him, wondering when I had wound up on top, then not caring when he reached over and wrapped his arms around me again. We were both gasping for air we did not need as he pressed his forehead against mine.

"Wow," he breathed, closing his eyes.

"You can say that again," I replied, smiling. He opened his eyes again and stared at me so lovingly I thought I would explode.

"Wow." he brought his hand up and brushed it softly against my cheek.

We kissed again, slower and more delicately this time. But gradually, the kisses got deeper and deeper as he repositioned his arms; on under my lower back, the other pushing himself up to move on top of me…

Then we heard the garage door open.

He sighed then laid down next to me again. "It would seem that the party is over."

"You call that a party? I call it ecstasy." He chuckled. "By the way, are you positive you don't know where your ring is?"

"Well the only time I ever take it off is to perform surgery. I had to remove someone's appendix today so I must have left it on my desk. I cannot imagine why I did not put it back on."

"Ah, I see." Wait a second. Those conniving little devils stole it off of his desk when he was performing surgery?! But when did they get mine?

Oh. Alice was giving me a not-so-needed manicure while Rosalie did my makeup, distracting me with idle chatter… Oh they were good.

"Gee, I wonder where Carlisle and Esme are!" Emmett shouted, stomping through the door. "I hope they aren't doing anything embarrassing!"

"Oh shut up you twit," Rosalie said. Carlisle and I looked at each other and smiled.

"I just wish they hadn't been thinking so loudly," Edward chimed in, obviously appalled. "I could hear Esme two miles away." I giggled hysterically and was joined by Carlisle's gentle laugh.

After I showered (where Carlisle joined me yet again…) and put on something decent, I went down to the living room to watch the end of Saturday Night Live. Yes, I know, it is quite shocking that it is one of my favorite shows. I went to grab the remote control off of the coffee table and saw a little cardboard box about the same size as a cassette tape sitting next to it. I opened it and tipped it upside down and let the contents spill onto my hand. Our rings, polished and cleaned. Taped to the back was a note in Alice's handwriting:

Glad you had fun. Maybe we should steal these more often!

I could not help but laugh. I loved my family.

I thought about actually writing a lemon this time…but since I have little experience in that area, I decided against it (not that I'm totally inexperienced, just in that whole…sex spectrum haha). Besides, I tried to write it, but I just got way too uncomfortable! I'll try it with another story idea I'm toying with… :]

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Oh, and all of the titles are song names.

I Can't Get No Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

Oh No You Didn't by The Wojahn Brothers

Burnin' Love by Elvis Presley

Just so you know, it's almost midnight and I have to get up at 6:20, drive to school, and stay for 2 extra hours because of show choir practice so I'm going to be totally beat. You all better freaking love me for updating ASAP. And you can show me that love with a loving review :]