'I'm Yours' by The Script. "You touch these tired eyes of mine; and map my face out line by line, and somehow growing old feels fine... You healed these scars over time, embraced my soul – you loved my mind. You're the only angel in my life... And though I may not look like much, I'm yours..."
The sun was setting once again in the wall of trees behind the house, flooding the living room with burnt orange light. The clouds were pink-tipped and fluffy where they floated in the darkening sky promising to keep the town dry for another day; an occurrence that didn't happen often.
Beside the giant glass window in the back of her living room Esme didn't care. A nice day meant that her children couldn't go to their respective schools and so they would all be together again, like they had been today. It also meant that her grand-daughter would also possibly have to stay home – depending how clear it was. Renesme's skin didn't glitter or sparkle as much as her parents' did meaning that she could venture out in public without them some days. But if the weather was too nice she would need to stay in too – her gorgeously rich colouring was only highlighted more in direct sunlight.
Behind her, everyone was leaving for the night or going out for a while. Edward and Bella had taken Renesme home to play with Jake for a bit while they spent some time together in Seattle with Alice and Jasper, dancing. Esme smiled to herself; Bella had certainly changed things when she joined their family. No-one would have ever considered such a normal activity as something they could take part in but now, Jasper had almost as good self-control as his father making anything possible. Rose and Emmett were planning to go hunting for a while alone too meaning that she and Carlisle would have an evening of peace for once.
Warm arms slipped round her waist as the front door clicked shut, echoing in the quiet. Esme reached back to run her fingers through Carlisle's hair as he pressed his face to her shoulder.
"Thank god for small mercies my darling?" She muttered quietly feeling his laughter on her skin. If she were human she knew it would have goose-pimpled under the caress of his breath.
"Our children are darlings and Renesme is a small miracle, but I have been thinking about this peaceful evening all day." Carlisle whispered although she could hear him perfectly. She could also hear the faint dying noises of Emmett's car leaving the drive-way and the shrieks of Nessie's laughter as her father leapt over the river while holding her. They were alone for once – a rare event that Esme cherished.
"You must be getting old dear – wanting a quiet evening in." She teased turning in his arms finally to touch his lips with hers. Not having to breathe had its advantages but when Carlisle finally pulled away to inhale her scent deeply, Esme was still panting slightly.
"I never meant it was going to be a quiet evening love. Only that we were going to be alone." Carlisle's words made her shiver.
"Well I know you're getting old!" Esme laughed, running her hands lightly down the sides of her husband's face, mapping his eyebrows, his cheekbones and his lips with her fingertips. "You have a grand-daughter now – you'll be wanting a pipe and slippers soon!"
"Watch it missy!" Carlisle grinned running his hands down her back making her shiver. When Esme pressed her warm soft lips to his throat he hummed slightly in contentment. His chest rumbled with the sound reverberating through her where she touched him too.
When she looked up, he pulled her closer and wrapping his arms around her again. Carlisle then simply held her for a while, her head tucked under his, both of them listening to the sounds of the woods outside their house. There was no need to rush the evening – they had as long as they wanted. They could always go out when the others got back if they returned too soon. They had forever together – the night and day was theirs to do with what they wanted.
"If I'm old so are you!" Carlisle finally said and Esme laughed. She was so happy. Everything was so good with her family now; Renesme was growing up to look more like her mother each day and the Volturi were steering well clear of them. Bella, Alice and Edward were preparing to leave for Dartmouth soon, Jasper going with them to be with his wife. They would come back every weekend and Jacob would be travelling up there as often as he could to see Nessie.
"I love you Grandpa!" Esme muttered against her soul mate's lips again as he claimed hers. Carlisle made a rumbling noise in his throat but made no move to release her to talk. If anything he pulled her closer. His kiss seared through her causing nerve-endings to tingle. Heat rose with her like a coiled spring warming every part of her long dead body, pleasure pulsing through long-stilled veins. They had been together so long, Esme knew, but he still set her aflame. He would forever she knew but it never ceased to amaze her just how he could make her react.
When Carlisle pulled back this time, Esme moved with him, causing him to laugh quietly. He opened his eyes and stared down with a gaze so filled with love and passion that Esme thought that she would have cried with happiness and contentment, if it were possible.
"I love you Esme Cullen. I may not say it as often as I should but I do. I will love you forever and I always will be yours... and yours alone."
Esme sighed and moved for the first time since it had gone dark outside. Wrapping her fingers in his tightly she tugged him out of the living room with a small smile of happiness. Carlisle followed only too willingly, eager to show her all the ways that he wasn't getting old.