Carlisle had gotten home from work far later than he had anticipated. He hung his jacket, positioned some flowers on the kitchen table and climbed the stairs to find Esme waiting for him in their room.

Even though it was in the later hours of the night on Valentine's Day, he was taken off guard by the openly seductive way his wife greeted him.

"Hello Carlisle." His name rolled off her tongue with a simple lust that let him know she had already wrapped him around her finger.

Carlisle let his raised eyebrows fall back into place and a smirk took over his face. He eyed Esme's nude body in the dim lighting of their bedroom. The combination of lights and shadows gave his eyes the perfect blend of all the right body parts and a little bit of mystery.

Carlisle approached her and Esme lightly pulled him toward her by the collar of his shirt.

He slipped his arms around her, gliding his hands across the small of her back as their lips connected gently.

Esme took her time, purposely not escalating their level of passion. She lightly massaged her tongue against his for a brief moment before pulling away so they were face to face.

She smiled to herself, noting her husband's eager eyes that were masked by nothing other than patience.

"Why don't you get settled?" She asked him, as more of a demand than a suggestion.

Carlisle cleared his throat, struggling to keep his eyes up. "I'm fine-"

Esme took his momentary hesitation to place her finger over his lips. "Go get undressed, shower..." She pressed her lips against his once, keeping her eyes open while his closed as he struggled to harness the passion that was building inside of him.

Their lips parted again and Carlisle didn't immediately open his eyes. "Do you want to join me?" He asked.

Esme couldn't keep a smile from her face. Every part of her wanted to join him in the shower and let the night continue from there. The other part of her enjoyed the anticipation, and simultaneously the playful control she had over her husband. She decided to continue with her plan.

"Why don't you take your space, relax, unwind." Esme loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and slipped her hands gently inside the collar of his shirt. "Think of me as the water hits your neck and back." She ran her hands farther down the back of his shirt and perched herself on her toes to catch his earlobe between her teeth.

Carlisle's hand tightened against her back and a light moan left his mouth.

He smiled as she pulled away and opened his eyes. "I love you," he whispered.

Esme smiled back and tugged lightly on his tie. "I love you too."

Carlisle breathed in though his nose and kissed her once more before making his way toward the bathroom that attached to their room.

He did away with his shirt first and then his khakis, placing each of them neatly down over a decorative chair in the corner of the room.

Esme felt her willpower slipping as she studied her husband who now seemed much too far away.

Carlisle finished getting undressed and was about to round into the bathroom, though before he could, Esme whipped across the room and blocked his path through the doorway.

He snickered and awaited what she was going to say.

"On second thought," Esme said, "I don't think I can wait any longer." She kissed him hard, leaving Carlisle without for a response.

His hands latched onto her bare back and he kissed back with all of the passion he'd felt since walking through the door.

Esme needed Carlisle's touches. She needed to feel his hands on every part of her from her shoulders down to her toes.

Carlisle laid her down on their bed beneath him and continued to kiss her.

Esme kept her thighs locked to the outside of his hips, urging him on though Carlisle kept up with the foreplay.

He kissed down her neck, grazing her breasts with his hands before replacing them with his lips.

Esme breathed in heavily, tangling her hand in his hair as he laced her chest and stomach with kisses.

Carlisle looked up as he decorated the area below her belly button. When he began to work his way back up, Esme swallowed hard and accepted his lips against hers before he ran his thumbs along her inner thighs and pulled back to look her in the eye.

These were the times that Esme wished she had a heartbeat. It would be just another way to let Carlisle know of everything she was feeling; emotionally and physically.

She could have verbalized to him to proceed, but rather she pulled him back to her and lock her legs around him.

Carlisle sighed into her mouth and connected himself to her.

Esme held him firmly against her and reciprocated his breaths against her neck with those of her own. She felt as if all of her senses shut out the rest of the world and were all heightened to the max, solely focused on her husband. It was always that way when the two of them made love.

Carlisle crushed his lips back against hers, moaning lightly in the short breaks of their kisses.

Esme knew she and Carlisle did a great job of tending to all of their priorities in life. However, while living in the moment such as the one that was happening now, she contemplated throwing it all to the side for days or weeks so they wouldn't have to stop what they were doing. It was an effect of living in the high of the moment and Esme wholeheartedly embraced it.

She urged him on, not bothering to hide what she was feeling as they typically were forced to when the rest of the family was at home.

Carlisle's hand glided beneath her thigh and he moved his lips to her ear.

Esme tightened herself around him, feeling her arousal begin to climb to new levels with every touch of his hands.

Her finger tips trembled against his shoulder blade and she Carlisle could feel her breathing pick up.

He let out a quiet, desperate moan against her ear, and then said her name in the same tone. "Esme..."

She communicated back in the same fashion, locking her ankles around the backs oh his before surrendering to every feeling that had built up in her body.

Esme pulled him to her and dug her fingers into his back with one hand, clinging to the back of his head with the other.

"Carlisle..." She repeated his name several times, realizing how it escalated his experience by the way he moved and climatic noises he let crash against her neck.

Esme took a deep breath and felt Carlisle's chest rise and fall against hers several times before the two of them laid together, still entwined with one another.

A minute or two went by before Carlisle moved himself to face her. "I, uh," he began to chuckle lightly, "I left a dozen roses for you downstairs. I was going to escort you down, but..." He smiled and chuckled again, making Esme do the same.

"That was very thoughtful of you, Dr. Cullen." She laughed lightly and played with his hair. "Should we go grab them?"

Carlisle nodded, "Yeah." He looked at the clock, "In the morning."

Esme laughed again at and pulled him back in for a kiss.