Carlisle sat in a wooden chair side by side with Esme. It was early November and the two of them had managed to escape the rest of the family for a little alone time.

He has just finished a long shift at the hospital, though now it was late Friday afternoon and all he had to think about was Esme.

A fire flickered in the center of a round stack of gray bricks that made up a fire-pit that was only used on occasion when the two of them went to their own cabin for a local romantic getaway. It only happened once or twice a year, though that is what made the short trip all the special and a little exciting. All the same they were able to relax and strictly focus on each other.

Esme leaned her head against his shoulder and readjusted beneath the wool blanket that was wrapped around her.

"I just love these days," she told him. "A little cloudy, a wind chill, the fire... you."

Carlisle smiled wide and brought his lips to hers. She place a hand on the side of his face and kissed him back.

He linked his hand through hers as they broke off their brief embrace and the two of them stared out into the distance. There was nothing but open land surrounded in close proximity by trees. It was perfectly peaceful and tucked away from the rest of the world.

"I've been looking forward to this all week," Esme told him.

"Me too," he admitted, "We haven't been here since last year."

"Three days before Christmas," she remembered, " So it's almost been a year."

"Remind me again why we don't do this more often." Carlisle smirked and raised his eyebrows.

"I don't think I have the answer to that." Esme glanced at the dancing flames and then noticed smoke coming from the chimney of the house.

"I lit a fire inside when I went in there the last time," Carlisle told her.

Esme grinned and leaned forward in her chair, grabbing a long stick to play with the fire that burned in front of them. Leaves scattered about the big, comfy socks she wore that were now exposed upon removing her casual, brown boots. She glanced over at Carlisle's feet, finding a sense of comfort and relaxation in his loungy attire. A stray leaf laid on top of one of his slippers that were accompanied by a pair of gray sweatpants and topped with a navy blue thermal that hugged his muscles perfectly.

"This one is almost out," he pointed out, motioning to the fire-pit.

"Should we get some more firewood from the pile?

Carlisle glanced to the side of them, and then turned his attention back to Esme, who was smiling. Without much of a warning he whisked her onto his lap in the chair.

Esme laughed and immediately wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed him.

He kissed her back and toyed with the strap of her thin tank-top that was visible on her shoulder beneath an oversized sweater, slowly maneuvering it to the side.

She pulled the wool blanket around her, holding both sides against the back of the chair near Carlisle's shoulders. From the way she was positioned she hovered above him just slightly.

Carlisle looked up at her and rested his head on the back of the chair.

Esme looked into his eyes for a moment before bringing her lips to his again while she grasped his hair.

He moaned into the kiss and let his hands ride up her sweater, only teasing himself with the way her skin felt against his hands.

Esme sighed and her lips left his a moment, giving Carlisle the opportunity to slide his mouth down toward her breast. He pulled the fabric of her sweater down, bringing the tank-top down with it.

She closed her eyes as she felt his lips connect with one of the more sensitive parts of her body and tugged on his hair, letting him know that she didn't want him to stop what he was doing. From the way she sat on his lap, she could feel his arousal against her. When he stopped what he was doing, Esme looked at him with dark, disappointed eyes, though couldn't keep a half-smile from her face.

Carlisle laughed lightly and rested his hands firmly on her hips beneath the blanket. "We should go check on the fire inside."

Esme sighed lustfully and nodded. "Yeah. I think we should."

He stood up from where he sat, scooping her into his arms so she laid across them and carried her into the house. A couch sat facing the fireplace, which provided the only lighting in the living room of the quaint, little love nest.

Carlisle placed Esme onto her feet, though she playfully pushed him down onto the couch and repositioned herself on top of him the way they had been outside. Her lips crashed against his and Carlisle's tongue searched for hers as all of Esme's passion hit him like a truck.

"Put your arms up," he whispered, only letting his lips leave hers to lift her shirt up over her head.

Esme urged him to do the same until Carlisle was shirtless, sitting upright and looking perfectly sculpted in front of the fire's flickering flames. She didn't hesitate, remaining on top of him while pulling the band of his pants away from his waist.

Carlisle grunted lowly and easily removed the yoga pants that Esme had been wearing since they'd left for their trip to the cabin. His eyes closed and he tilted his head back when she lowered herself onto him.

Esme moaned once as she felt him wholly inside of her. His hands tightened and his jaw clenched, and he kept his eyes closed in the midst of the pleasure.

She settled onto him so they were eye to eye, and Carlisle's eyes finally flickered open to meet her gaze. He brought his lips to hers and pushed his hips upward just slightly, causing her to moan again against his mouth.

Carlisle ran his hands up her back, touching her in a gentle, arousing way before Esme took control and began moving up and down on top of him, grinding her hips against his.

He kept his hands against the curve of her back, holding her firmly against him as she rode him. Every so often their lips would touch, or he would kiss and lightly bite her neck. It wasn't long before the moment got the best of him, and Carlisle didn't hold back as he released an intense orgasm.

Esme knew from the extreme reaction of her husband that she had taken him where she intended to multiple times that night.

Carlisle didn't miss a beat. He relished in the feeling for a moment before regaining the strength he needed to return the favor.

She sighed, feeling his thrusts beneath her begin to intensify as he took control.

Carlisle let his tongue dance across her neck before he bit down lightly on her earlobe and whispered words of lust into her ear.

Esme grasped the back of his head with one hand and his shoulders with the other. She eagerly let herself go, holding him close as she pressed the side of her face against his while she, too, climaxed against him.

He slowly down upon feeling her intense contractions that filtered into his core.

Esme breathed in heavily, landing her breaths against his ear.

Carlisle let out a deep exhale and Esme pulled back so she was face to face with him. She landed an exhausted kiss on his lips before settling against him beneath the wool blanket.

He tucked her against him as Esme closed her eyes and laid against his bare chest.

Carlisle kissed her temple, and then closed his eyes and leaned back with a sigh.

Esme smiled and sighed happily, leaving Carlisle with a closed-mouth grin. The weekend had started out even better than he had anticipated.