Esme walked into Carlisle's office after he'd gotten home from a week filled with double-shifts and several trauma patients. Typically his work week wasn't so dramatic, even for a hospital, and he jokingly blamed it on the full moon.

She could see he was stressed and mentally tired after minimal free time throughout the seven days that had passed. Despite his day off scheduled for the two days to follow Esme read in his features that it had simply been a long. While they physically didn't tire the way humans did, mentally there was always a struggle from time to time for any of them. While some of Carlisle's greatest joys came from his work, some of his greatest stressors came from there too.

Carlisle sat in front of a lap top and was already typing something, despite that he had only gotten home a few minutes before. He had said a quick hello to whoever was around, kissed Esme so quickly on the cheek that she almost missed it and now was up in his office consumed with work.

He sighed and lifted his eyes for a second. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just have to send this email before nine o'clock. I got a call on the way home about something and..." Carlisle glanced at the clock on the wall, "And the other doctor I'm sending this information to leaves in fifteen minutes."

"Take your time," Esme told him, leaning against the frame of the door. She smiled to herself, admiring her husband's work ethic, though she knew he had been busy around the clock as of recent.

Carlisle hurried to send the required document and coupled them with a brief message in the body of the email, ending with I hope this gets to you before you leave for the night."

When he finally hit the send button, he sighed and folded his hands beneath his chin and then slowly met Esme's gaze another time. "Well..." He leaned back and repositioned his hands behind his head. "My part is done. What a week." He kept his eyes locked on hers as she closed the door behind her and locked it.

"I'm sorry it's been such a long week," Esme told him, walking around the desk where he sat before beginning to rub the base of his neck and shoulders. "You're a great doctor, Carlisle."

He closed his eyes and loosened his tie and the collar of his shirt. Esme slid her hands as far as she could inside his shirt as she continued to massage his neck.

"Thank you," Carlisle said to her as she continued.

"You're welcome."

For a moment he enjoyed what she was doing and then opened his eyes again, focusing on the lock on the door.

Esme ran her hands down the front of his chest beneath his shirt for a moment before walking around to face him.

Carlisle waved her toward him, and Esme sat down on his lap, straddling him on the chair so her back rested against the desk. She then brought her lips to his, kissing him softly at first before quickly becoming more passionate.

He kissed her back, breathing heavy each time her tongue left his mouth only to initiate another that matched the passion an aggression of the kiss before.

Esme locked her arms around the back of his neck and sighed into his mouth when she felt his hand loosen the button on her jeans. Likewise, she reached down and unlatched his belt with one hand.

Carlisle let out a quiet moan, having not had her touch for several weeks and eagerly stripped her pants down until Esme was able to step out of them.

She quickly picked up where she left off and did away with his belt before reaching down the front of his pants, making Carlisle react by aggressively kissing her again.

Esme loved it when she managed to get her husband so aroused. The benefits to weeks like the one he'd just had was exactly what was happening. Carlisle let out all of his stress in their love making and the absence of it, even for a few weeks, was enough to bring out a different side of him.

She straddled him again once she got his khakis down around his ankles and didn't bother to remove his boxer-briefs.

Carlisle went to stand, but she pushed him back down and pinned herself against him.

"Door's locked, right?" he whispered.

Esme nodded and he swiftly removed her shirt before releasing his erection from the little clothing he had left on the lower half of his body.

Carlisle began to kiss down her neck but stopped for a moment and pulled her tighter against him when he felt himself slip up inside of her.

Esme sighed and lowered herself all the way down, gripping the collar of his shirt.

He opened his eyes to meet hers and she touched the side of his face before kissing him again. For a few seconds they shared sensual touches and Carlisle resumed where he had left off, grazing her neck with his teeth as she began to move slowly on top of him.

Carlisle let his hands drift to the sides of her hips and moaned against her neck before he found her lips again.

Esme grinded her hips against his and felt her level of arousal escalate each time Carlisle sighed, moaned or breathed heavily against her. She could feel how much he needed her from the way he began to push harder up inside of her. She typically was the one who had to hold it all in, so when Carlisle couldn't keep himself from moaning in her ear it made every part of her want him more.

His hands gripped her tighter and he leaned his head back against a bookshelf behind where he sat. Esme shut her eyes tightly as Carlisle thrusted up into her. She finally let the moment get the best of her and sighed, touching her bottom lip against while he rocked her on top of him.

Carlisle leaned his head off the bookcase and kissed Esme again. "Uhhh... God..." He kissed her again and breathed her name into her mouth. "Esme..."

Esme egged him on, moving back and forth on top of him on top of him. She felt every inch of him move in and out of her and his sighs grew more intense and consistent.

She opened her eyes for a moment and his were shut tight. When he called out her name again she held him tighter and dug her fingers into his back beneath his shirt.

Carlisle's foot connected with the desk and it spun partway around. He managed a low grunt, mumbling his wife's name a final time in the midst of his orgasm.

Esme pinned herself down on him as his body jerked and contracted in the throes of passion. He attempted to muffle his pleasure against her neck but there was no masking his prolonged outpouring of satisfaction.

When she felt his lower body relax and his hands loosen up from their positioning on her hips, Esme pulled back and ran a hand through his hair without separating herself from him.

Carlisle took an extra second before his eyes opened partway and he squinted back at her.

Esme didn't say anything. She brought her lips to his, causing his eyes to close again briefly before she pulled back.

He sighed and then slowly let dropped his head so it rested on her bare chest.

She cradled his head against her and smiled as he praised her love-making abilities.

"You're amazing," he said quietly, breathing against her breasts as he struggled to come off the high she had given him.

Esme continued to run her hand through his hair and kept him up against her. "I think we both needed that," she whispered back.

Carlisle lifted his head again and kissed her once more on the lips. "And I think we should make up for lost time all weekend."