I was asked to write a little Esme/Carlisle fic for Faerie Kitten's birthday.
So here's what I came up with.
Cheers FK! I hope you have a fabulous day!
This is rated M - lemonade ahead.
Thanks to IamTheAlleyCat for betaing this for me.
The Anniversary Present
“Esme, you know he’s going to love
it, right? It’s so…well, not you,” my friend, Bella, said when I told her what
I’d done to celebrate Carlisle and my anniversary. “It’s so provocative. You’ll
have to show me the next time I’m over. Have fun tonight, and I’ll talk to you
tomorrow.”
After I hung up, I began wrapping
up the present, doing my best to avoid actually looking at it. I wasn’t used to
putting myself out there, almost asking for attention. That wasn’t who I was. But
I knew Carlisle would be surprised and likely awestruck that I actually went
through it, just to make him happy. Flipping it over, I bent the wrapping paper
over the sides but was startled when someone kissed my neck, right behind my
ear.
“Happy anniversary, baby,” my
husband of ten years whispered, spinning me around to kiss me properly.
He still had the ability to send
my head spinning when he dipped me low, kissing me like someone from one of the
old romantic movies I liked to watch late at night when I couldn’t sleep. “What
are you doing home? I thought you had to work till six?”
Nuzzling my neck, I could tell
he’s feeling amorous, even after working eight of the twelve hours he was
supposed to.
“I got the newbie to cover for me
tonight. I only get to celebrate ten years of happily wedded bliss once,
right?” He fingered the wrapping paper that’s only half secured around his
present on the bed. “What’s this?”
“You’ll have to wait until after
dinner to find out,” I chided him, slapping his hand away.
“Fine, then I’m going to go shower
and get ready. We can go a little early, or…” He wagged his eyebrows at me,
asking if I wanted to join him in his shower.
I rolled my eyes dramatically. “I’ll
pass this time. It will take me an hour to dry my hair again, but I will take
you up on that later,” I said seductively, wiggling my hips as I bent back over
to finish wrapping his present.
With an almost inaudible groan, he
entered our en suite bathroom to wash off the remains of his day.
Setting his now fully wrapped
present against our headboard, I changed into my sexiest bra and panty set,
hopeful that we wouldn’t eat too much at dinner, thus ruining the surprise I had
waiting back here.
It’s hard to believe we’d been
together for so long. It had only been ten years of marriage, but we were
together for five before that. I’d supported him while he finished up medical
school and his residency. We’d been through thick and thin, and even though I
was starting to get grey hairs and my figure wasn’t what it was long ago, I was
excited to show him his present. It took every ounce of courage I had to call
up Rosalie to ask her for this favor. She didn’t even let me finish explaining
my concept before she launched in with her ideas and her full support for it. Seeing
the final product made me feel conflicted. I felt empowered, yet horribly
vulnerable if he decided he didn’t like it.
I slipped my favorite cranberry
colored wrap dress on and wandered into the bathroom to touch up my hair and
makeup before we left. Opening the door, I smiled seeing Carlisle’s reflection
in the mirror. He was toweling off, and I couldn’t help but admire his strong
build and fit physique. By this point in my life, I’d figured my hunger for my
spouse would have diminished somewhat, but instead, it raged even hotter. Our
schedules conflicted often, which probably helped keep my libido running when
he actually was around.
“Like what you see, baby? I bet I
can fuck you against that counter and not even muss your hair,” he teased,
raising one eyebrow in challenge.
Pulling my shoulders back, I
walked proudly over to where he stood and bent over the counter, flipping my
dress over my hips and wiggled out of my underwear. “Go for it, stud.”
I’m not sure why I bothered to put
the dress on because with deft hands he untied it and let the fabric cascade to
the floor in a heap. Palming my breast in one hand, he ran the other over my
hip and down the crease of my leg, headed for the Promised Land. Two fingers
slid through my pussy lips, rubbing me back and forth, making sure I was ready
for him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he
whispered in my ear as he slipped his cock inside me. We watched each other in
the steamy mirror as we moved in unison. After being together for so long, we
knew what the other liked and didn’t. His fingers moved out of the way as my
own began flicking in the rhythm I liked best. His fingers retreated back and
entered my rear entrance, knowing it just took the feel of his finger there to
send me over the edge. His hips continued their assault while my orgasm shook
through me, helping bring him to completion.
Resting his head against my
shoulder, he kissed me twice. “I love you so much.”
After a quick clean up and
redress, we headed out to dinner at our favorite little French restaurant by
the Marina. It boasted wonderful cuisine and a spectacular view of the water.
We enjoyed our evening of
delicious food and catching up with one another after having worked conflicting
schedules for the last few weeks. Just as dessert and coffee were to be served,
he placed a small box on the table in front of me and urged me to open it.
Sliding the cover off, I was
stunned. Inside was an infinity band of delicately woven Celtic knots
interlaced with various shaped diamonds. It was breathtaking.
“I know when we first got married,
I couldn’t afford much, and I wanted to let you know how much I love you and
relish our years together.”
He urged me to try it on, to make
sure it fit beside my engagement ring.
“It’s lovely and too much, but
thank you.” I leaned over the table and kissed him softly.
After dinner, we wandered the
wharf for a little bit. The evening had turned out so pleasant that we didn’t
want it to end just yet, and we needed to walk off our dinners a bit before
heading home.
“Ready?” he whispered from where
he was standing behind me as we watched the sunset reflect over the water.
“Absolutely.”
The closer we got to home, the
more nervous I got. I figured he would like his present, but with something so
personal, I could only guess.
As soon as the door closed behind
us, he asked, sounding like an anxious child, “So, do I get my present now?” He
must have sensed my apprehension because he took my hand and led me back to the
bedroom where I’d left his present. “Relax, I’m gonna love it. Whatever it is.”
Taking a deep breath, I handed it
to him and sat on the bed to await his reaction.
Tearing the paper, he flipped it
over and his jaw dropped. “You did this for me?” he asked, a note of awe and
appreciation laced in his tone.
Nodding my head, I couldn’t even
look him in the eye.
Setting the picture down, he
kneeled before me, tipping my chin so I would look at him.
“I can’t believe it. How? When? It’s
amazing. You’re amazing,” he enthused, kissing me deeply as he pushed me back
against the soft duvet.
Trapping my hands above my head,
he nibbled down my jaw before biting gently on my lobe.
“Tell me. Who else saw this?” His
voice was husky and raw, just like it did whenever he was turned on.
Finally meeting his eyes, I
replied, “Only Rose. She took them.” Glancing away, I asked the question I
needed to know, “So you liked them?”
Shaking his head and kissing my
nose he laughed. “Baby, you just gave me a collage of erotic photos of
yourself, and you’re asking me if I like them?”
He spent the rest of the night
showing me just how much he loved those photos.
