The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: Cottage
Pen Name: maxandmo
Pairing/Main Character(s):ExB
Rating: M
Multi-chapter
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5. Cottage
Carlisle was laying in bed in a deep mediating state. He was startled by a featherlight touch on his face. He let out a soft moan as he figured it was Esme. He was mistaken and a bit startled when he saw that it was his little friend, Jake.
"Boss, you must get back to the main house before da guests start to rise." Jake looked around the room at the strewn pieces of clothing and looked at his boss with the largest grin possible. "Boss," he whispered. "I see that you welcomed Ms. Esme to the island," he said with a chuckle.
Carlisle silenced his friend with a stern look and a playful slap to the side of his head. "And where have you been, my friend?"
Jake smiled mischievously, "I'll wait outside for you."
Carlisle thought back to the previous night with happiness. They walked along a secluded section of the beach hand in hand until he led her to an out of the way beachside cottage. The cottage was sometimes reserved for honeymooners, or other guests who could use a little extra privacy. It was homey and intimate, and Carlisle felt it was the best choice for them to have some time alone together.
Esme was in awe of the cobblestone cottage, and said that it would make the most beautiful painting. Carlisle made a mental note to surprise her with a generous amount of painting supplies. He thought that would be yet another way he could hold onto her long after she was gone.
Once inside, their chemistry took ahold of them and their passion ignited. Carlisle had never felt such wonton need in his life. He was gentle with Esme as he was afraid his desires would harm her frail body. She surprised him by being a wildcat in the bedroom and assured him that he was making her feel whole again…and again…and again.
He and Esme talked for hours getting to know each other, and they were even more smitten with each other as time passed. He didn't remember her falling asleep but knew that there was no way he could bring himself to leave her after what they had shared.
Carlisle stretched and then cuddled up next to his sleeping lady friend. He wrapped his arms around her warm body and rubbed his face in her hair inhaling her scent in hopes that it would last him the few hours that he would be without her.
She pressed her body back against him, and he knew that if he didn't leave right then chances were slim that he would at all. He felt himself stir with desire, and was surprised his manly pieces were in full working order. Carlisle would have thought that 'it' needed a rest, and was pleased to find his soldier standing at attention.
He heard Jake sort of shout-whisper and knew it was time for him to leave. Though Carlisle felt extremely close to Jake, there was no way he wanted his friend to stumble upon his acts of intimacy. Just the thought of such a thing caused his 'soldier' to get into a non-ready position. Jake was right, his guests would be rising shortly. Now that he was no longer rising, he got out of bed and got dressed.
He mused to himself when he put on his fine linen suit. Carlisle Cullen prided himself on looking dapper and here he was, a wrinkled mess. He smiled over at Esme. In such a short amount of time, she had already changed his outlook.
He would gladly be a wrinkled mess for his lady.
He and Jake made their way back to the main house without incident. Though it was barely breaking dawn, Mrs. Cope greeted them both with a knowing smile and a vast array of breakfast items. Jake settled in to eat, and Carlisle excused himself to his quarters.
He changed out of his suit and into a pair of cargo pants with a matching shirt. He looked like he was ready to lead a safari. Throwing on his straw adventure hat, he left the house and headed outside to tend to his animals on such a glorious morning.
Satisfied and ready to start his day, he made his way back to the main house not even an hour later. Carlisle chose to walk a path that led from the edge of his woods and wound along the beach. The tranquility of the waves was one of his favorite things.
He didn't expect to see the quiet brunette perched atop a rock reading. He observed her for quite sometime and noticed how much more peaceful she looked than the day before. Carlisle assessed that the poolside party scene wasn't her thing.
It still baffled him that she was with the obnoxious attention-seeking man. It was the day's plan to figure out what their relationship was all about. Carlisle knew that something was amiss seeing as she looked happier when he wasn't around than when he was.
He was about to turn and leave until he saw movement down the beach. It appeared that someone was enjoying an early morning jog. It was pretty unusual that not one, but two of his guests would be awake so early after the poolside gathering the night before.
When he realized that it was the good-looking man with the unruly hair, he smirked. It seemed that they were both early risers. Carlisle couldn't help but wonder what else they had in common.
He had a good feeling about them and was interested in seeing how he could help in making this the trip of their dreams. Whether they realized it or not, things just weren't as they should be for the two of them.
Carlisle continued to ponder how to help, and his thoughts were given even more of an incentive when he saw what their faces looked like upon noticing one another. The girl appeared nervous and tried to act nonchalant, though her blush was a dead giveaway that she was happy to see the man.
When the man noticed her sitting on the rock, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. Carlisle turned and made his way to the main house with a smile on his face.