I need to write something before I go to bed after a long, unproductive writing day. Here we have it.

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Esme sighed and leaned closer to Carlisle. All their children were out, but it was a Friday night so they didn't mind much. "It's nice to have the house quiet every once in a while," he said, putting an arm around Esme.

"I agree, although I do miss hearing their voices."

They were sitting on the front steps of the house, soaking up the peaceful night. The stars were bright and gentle, and the trees' branches swayed slightly in the mild breeze. Being the parents of five teenagers could be tiring. Carlisle idly wound his finger around a lock of her silky hair. "I love you," he whispered.

She smiled and, closing her eyes, snuggled her face into his shoulder. "I love you, too,"

Their fingers found their ways to one another's and intertwined, a symbol of their unity.

They were both lost in their thoughts, pondering things known only to themselves. Esme smiled again and giggled quietly. "Am I missing something?" Carlisle asked softly.

"Oh, I was just thinking, how after all these years, sometimes I still feel like a little girl in love when I'm with you."

Carlisle smiled as she rested her head against his shoulder. How he loved Esme so… Nothing could possibly be too dismal with her loving being around. Her presence calmed him, it most always did.

If she could have, she would have been asleep in his arms that very moment. Sometimes, she missed sleeping. The ability to feel yourself slowly slipping away, into the realm of your imagination… and to wake up, clinging to bits of dreams.

Burying his face into her hair, he inhaled her light, sweet scent that mirrored her lovely soul. It was so easy to be around Esme.

Esme turned slightly as to look into her lover's eyes. They almost seemed to glow in the night: a rich shade of liquid gold.

He gazed into her gentle eyes and felt nothing but love. A kind of love that only occurs when two souls become one undying unity. Carlisle leaned closer to her. Their faces were so close, the tips of their noses touched lightly.

"Esme…" he breathed.

"Carlisle," her voice barely came.

They moved closer, and kissed. Esme leaned forward into his arms, and he held her tightly, never wanting to let go.

As they kissed, again and again, their hair blowing in the breeze, and a fine mist started to fall.

Nothing would ever change this, not time, not anything.

Content, and wrapped in each other's arms, Carlisle and Esme looked out at the night once more.

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Well, it's something. The day was not a complete loss.