The dance with Carlisle had all but diminished Esme's troubled mood. She wasn't used to having her emotions bounce back and forth so radically. She looked around their own personal paradise, taking it in for a second before following Carlisle back inside.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

She nodded and leaned her back against the wall. "Yes. Thank you." A warm smile escaped her lips.

"Good."

Carlisle rested a hand against the wall and fixed the other on the lowest point of Esme's back. She looked up at her husband in the dim lighting and loosened the tie on his bathing suit, which slipped down only about a half an inch or so down his waist. He removed his hand from the wall, and felt himself shaking slightly as he pulled the string of Esme's bikini top until it slipped off her and fell to the floorboards beneath them. The feeling he had in his stomach made his legs tremble with the same intensity as his hand. It was a feeling he hadn't felt since the first time they were together.

Esme felt him shake and smiled, looking him deep in the eyes, "Am I making you weak in the knees Dr. Cullen?"

"Always," he told her.

The tone of his voice gave Esme the chills. She closed her eyes and brought her lips close to his, before he kissed her in a gentle, passionate manner. She opened her eyes momentarily, noticing Carlisle's were pressed shut. She closed hers again and let her other senses take control.

Carlisle knew it had been decades since the two of them were given an opportunity like the one they were having now. As much as he enjoyed every moment with Esme, they were always rushing and worrying about other people hearing them, or trying to get things done in a time frame. Tonight was the first time they were able have a moment ilke this since the last time they had spent time alone on the island - which was years and years ago.

He picked her up, unable to keep his mouth from hers, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bed. His bathing suit continued to creep down in their movements until he was able to kick it off before doing the same thing with what remained of Esme's. He modestly threw a sheet over them, despite the fact that they were alone on the island.

Esme's hand dug deep in Carlisle's back and he moaned briefly in her ear. He pulled his head back to kiss her with an unmistakeable passion as she directed his hips with her hands and pulled him to her.

The second he started, Carlisle felt Esme let out a pleasure filled sigh. Her entire body tightened around him like she wanted to be as closely linked to him as possible. He pressed his forehead to hers and she lightly grabbed the sides of his face and pulled his mouth to hers with an overly intense kiss. She loved how he was able to let his guard down and allow every appreciative noise escape his throat.

Esme enjoyed the way he started off slow and paid careful attention to the little things that he knew she enjoyed so much - the way he caressed her neck with his mouth and let his hands run the length of her body, paying close attention to every area like his fingers were studying the curves of her body. He was fluid in his motions and it allowed Esme to reciprocate every movement he made.

Carlisle soaked in everything about his wife - her beautiful scent, flawless skin and responsive sounds to every touch and thrust of his body. Her hands clung to his back and neck tightly, and only moved every once in a while to hold on to him in different ways. He kissed her neck and made his way back to her mouth and Esme eagerly accepted every touch.

He was trying with everything to control himself. Every sound that Esme made, made him feel weaker in the knees. Her hands clutched his shoulder blades and as his name left her mouth, Carlisle gave in to what he had been feeling for the last several minutes. In the moment, he pulled Esme close to him and tried not to grip her too tightly, letting out several gruff sighs of his own before his body finally relaxed.

"Carlisle, I love you," she whispered, gently stroking the hair on the back of his head.

He found it hard to speak for a few seconds, but choked out in a whisper, "I love you, too." He noticed the clock on the night stand read 12:08.

Within a minute or two, Esme's hands traveling down his back was all the touch he needed to continue. Throughout the night they were lost in each other, embracing the minutes and hours that they were so rarely given. Carlisle had all but forgotton what it felt like to dream, but this was the closest thing to it that he could imagine. Hours went by and the next time he glanced at the clock it read 5:35.

Esme laid beneath her husband, rubbing him and continuing to play with his hair. "What time is it, Carlisle?" she whispered, noticing the rising sun.

He groaned, "Five thirty."

"Wow."

"Do you want me to move to the side of you?" he asked, laying motionless on top of her. An ocean breeze shifted the sheet on top of him. The movement felt almost peaceful as it fluttered along his back.

She shook her head, holding him close, "No."

"Good," he said, "Because I don't think I can." He took a deep breath and rubbed the side of her face lovingly without moving anything else. The emotional aspect of the night had left him feeling physically drained.

Esme closed her eyes and felt Carlisle plant several kisses on the side of her face next to her ear. She sighed and smiled feeling blissfully exhausted.

"Don't do that," he said lightly, referring to her sigh, "Or we'll be here for another five hours."

Esme laughed and turned her head to face him, "I wouldn't mind that."

He smiled and gave her a soft kiss before she cuddled onto his chest. They laid there for awhile together, not speaking, just taking in the sounds of tranquility around them. Had someone walked by in the moment, they would have assumed they'd been asleep.