Edward and Bella's wedding had come and gone with the passing of the evening. They were on their way to a perfect honeymoon, and Esme knew Bella wouldn't be disappointed with the location Edward would be taking her to.

Their family had decided to wait until the following morning to clean up the backyard, as they all were on their own separate highs from upon witnessing their brother, son and family member marry the love of his life.

Esme was glad they hadn't taken down the decorations just yet. The wedding colors and messy tables were a lingering sign of the happiness that was finally bestowed onto Edward after many years of being alone. She sat in one of the chairs under a tree next to Carlisle, where the two of them had been talking for awhile.

She looked down at his hand that had been linked through hers without any sign of him letting go. Her thumb traced over his wedding band that she had slipped onto his finger decades before.

"Where are the kids?' Esme asked, looking around as a light rain began to fall just after the midnight hour.

Carlisle sighed, "I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair. "Emmett and Rosalie ran off somewhere. I'm not sure about Alice and Jasper."

She smiled, knowing full well already that the two of them most likely had the house to themselves.

Raindrops began to decorate the branches and leaves above them at a steadier pace, and Esme used the weather as a reason to drag Carlisle inside.

"I'm so happy for the kids," she told him as they hurried in through the back door.

He nodded with a smile and kicked off his shoes so not to track mud and grass through the house. Esme did the same, removing her heels and glanced around the dark, docile environment they found themselves in.

"Gosh, aside from the mess outside you'd never know a hundred people were just here," she told him, looking at the perfect, untouched interior of their home.

"You're right," he said with a nod, reaching for her shoes.

Esme smiled and handed them over, "Thanks."

Carlisle leaned his arm out and Esme slipped hers through his before he headed toward the stairwell that lead up toward their bedroom.

Esme reached back for his shoes and hers to put them in closet as Carlisle moved lazily to switch the light on. Before he could, Esme had pounced back to his side, swiping his hand away from the switch and forcefully closing the door behind where he stood.

Carlisle didn't have time to laugh, or think or react. Esme's lips had eagerly found their way to his and Carlisle urgently followed her lead, fighting for dominance with his tongue against hers.

He let out an appreciative moan as his back slammed hard against the door, prompting Esme to briefly stop and ask if he was alright.

Carlisle chuckled and nodded, then resumed his aggressive kissing style while Esme immediately reignited her raw desire for him by undoing the belt around his waist. She then moved her hands down toward the button and zipper, doing away with the outermost layer of his clothing.

He reciprocated her motion, stepping out of his pants that had already shuffled their way down toward his ankles and pushed the elegant, purple dress down off her shoulders, leaving his wife wearing next to nothing.

"Take off your jacket," she begged him, bringing her mouth back to his as she gripped the side of his face with one hand and tried tearing off his tie with the other.

Carlisle did exactly as she asked and his jacket quickly accompanied his pants on the floor, soon to be followed by the rest of his and her clothes.

Esme pinned herself against him, clawing at his back and his hair and driving him wild in the process.

He reached down and flipped up the covers on the bed, laying her directly in the middle beneath him before forcefully joining himself to her.

Esme clutched him harder as she felt him inside her for the first time that night and found herself in a state of instant satisfaction as he wasted no time to get their lovemaking underway. His lips against her neck on the exact spot he had bitten her to turn her into a vampire was almost as gratifying. She lifted her legs just slightly as he crashed his hips against hers and sighed as he grabbed both of her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Carlisle contrasted the consistent, harder movements of his lower half by carefully and slowly landing kisses against Esme's collar bone and back up her neck to her ear.

Esme didn't feel a need to hold back, as she typically did when the two of them were intimate. No one was in the house, and there was nothing to hide or tip-toe around. She gave Carlisle the praise he deserved for being such a great lover, letting out every moan and saying his name with a type of passion that couldn't be mistaken.

Carlisle did the same, taking his wife's lead and moaning every so often into her ear as the feeling got the best of him. All of his senses were drawn toward his wife's impending orgasm, as he knew from over ninety years of amazing sex exactly what she felt and sounded like as she was approaching that moment. Her fingers dug deeper into the muscles of his upper back and her legs tensed up around his. Her moans became more desperate and the time lapses between the times she said his name drastically decreased.

He felt in his gut that his own finish wasn't far off. Knowing that Esme was close to her climax because of what he was doing sent him over the edge, and so he tried hard to fight the feeling while continuing on at the same pace.

Esme closed her eyes, feeling mesmerized by the moment and engrained deep inside the feeling Carlisle was giving her every time he pushed his hips forward. A final moan left her mouth and she let his name echo into his ear drum as she held him securely on top of her.

Carlisle used the Lord's name in vain, and then let out a moan that he was partially trying to fight off, though found himself unable to as he finished intensely inside of her.

Esme still felt butterflies in her stomach and her heart leap out of her chest with his final two or three thrusts, and then allowed herself to come down off the high he had given her as he brought himself to a gradual stop.

The two of them laid together, still entwined and linked together for a moment and listened to the tranquil sounds of the rain as it patted lightly against the rooftop.

Carlisle pushed himself onto his hands so he lingered a few inches above Esme and brought his lips down against hers, gently massaging her tongue with his own for several seconds. She swallowed hard as he parted from her, then accepted one more closed-mouth kiss as he slipped himself under the covers and onto his back, guiding her onto his chest as he did so.

Esme smiled to herself as his chest slowly moved up and down once with a large inhale and exhale she knew he was taking to control himself.

Carlisle draped his arm around her and traced abstract patterns on her back gently with his fingers. She waited a moment before looking up at him, making him flash a closed-mouth smile in her direction.

Neither of them said much, though Carlisle couldn't help but laugh when Esme uttered the words, "I just love weddings."

He raised his eyebrows and agreed without hesitation. "They bring everyone together." He played with her hair for a moment and tucked a strand behind her ear as she still glowed with the eyes of first love as she looked at him in the darkness.

"They certainly do," Esme told him.