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Doctor Doctor

Carlisle and Esme share their utter desires... lovely Rated R for sexual preferences...don't like, don't read. sweet one-shot for a loosely mentioned Twilight Couple

i don't own Carlisle or Esme, sadly. It's all Stephenie Meyer's...*sighs dramatically*

1. doctor?

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I pushed the black Mercedes to go faster, avoiding all other cars that zoomed past the highway this late at night. It was three o’clock in the middle of the night and I wanted to be home. No, I needed to be home with my beautiful Esme. I needed her softness and her bright smile. I needed it more than anything else I could imagine.

Finally, the trees parted and I drove into the driveway, parking my car into the garage and jumping out. I felt more enthusiastic, more jovial than I had in months. I grabbed my bag and tried to open the door, only to find it locked. I could have easily broken the wood, but it would’ve upset Esme.

Why was the door locked? Esme knew I would be coming home, she would have immediately come down and unlocked the door. While I walked out to the front door, I focused back on the phone conversation I had with my wife earlier on in the day. The reason for my utter excitement.


“Hello?” She had answered the house phone in that lovely voice of hers.

“Esme, my love. I won’t be home till late tonight. A few hikers were found and I must stay, to make sure they are alright.” I had told her.

“Oh that’s fine, honey. How are they doing?” She asked. That’s my Esme, always concerned for others. Her compassion and loving enriched my very soul.

“They’re still healing. I think they will be fine.” I reassured her.

“Oh that’s good. We’ll be home alone tonight, anyway. The kids will all be gone.” She said. My mind flashed through ideas of what we could do with our alone time and I grinned.

“Really? Maybe we could…enjoy that alone time?” I said.

“Hmm, I think that might be fairly doable. See you tonight, Doctor.” She whispered seductively.

“Yes ma’am.” I said, taking up Jasper’s southern charm. I heard her soft laugh before she whispered “I love you,” and hung up. I raked my fingers through my hair and sighed.

*Flashback over*

I grinned and lightly sprung over the last step, coming to a halt in front of the door. Clearing my throat and fidgeting with my tie, I held my briefcase in one hand and my keys in the other. I put my key in and turned the knob, revealing my home. And another rather ravishing sight on the top stair.

Esme stood, wearing one of my lab coats and nothing else…her long, curvy legs were pale and shining beautifully, and she was barefoot. I let my eyes wander upward to see her brown wavy hair framing her face---a seductive smile on her exotic lips.

Suddenly, I heard music coming from somewhere---most likely Edward’s large stereo---and Esme bit her lip to hide her laugh. I caught the words and felt my own laughter bubble up into my throat.

(Doctor, Doctor)


A hot summer night, fell like a net
I've gotta find my baby yet
I need you to soothe my head
Turn my blue heart to red

Doctor, doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you

She sang, moving her hips lusciously, and driving me out of my mind. I dropped my briefcase and ran towards her, putting my arms around her---touching her everywhere---while I sang the next lines.

A pretty face don't make no pretty heart
I learned that buddy, from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Momma, I ain't that kind of guy

I picked her up, loving the feel of her bare legs on my forearm, and carried her to our room. Our bed. She giggled and sang the chorus again.

Doctor, doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you

I ripped her clothes off---her body was all I need to cure my want, my hunger to taste her. I leaned down and kissed her with fervor, feeling her pull my own clothes off also. Suddenly, she flipped us over, hovering over me and grinning wildly. This was the only time my sweet Esme was wild, when we made love, when we caved into our own desires.

I know you like it, you like it on top
Tell me momma are you gonna stop

I sang, pushing my head back into the pillows to give her more neck space as she licked the skin there. When she nibbled just below my ear, I felt a familiar fire deep in my abdomen and I let out a moan of bliss. We were both naked now, the purity of her features made my heart ache with happiness.

“Sing for me, Carlisle.” She whispered in my ear before moving on to kiss down my chest.

You had me down, 21 to zip
Smile of Judas on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I've got it bad and I've got it good

I sang loudly, and let out another moan as she trailed her delicate fingers down my chest. She let out another soft laugh and sang the last chorus.

Doctor, doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you

The song ended and as I flipped her over and took her, one thought occurred in my mind.

I wonder how dirty she could have gotten with other songs kids listen to these days?