Hello. Okay so you may be wondering about the title. Yes, this is very different from anything I've ever tried. Its Carlisle and Esme. They are going to be dancing, if the title wasn't enough. Thanks, so much, for reviewing my other stuff. I am very grateful. This is also in Esme's point of View. I am planning on making this a one shot, but if you like it, tell me, and I can write other ones...

The club had been dark for awhile... Ever since the floor had cleared. Leaving Carlisle and I. Nobody else. Just us. We'd been dancing all night, not tired... Hungry. A hunger neither of us had felt in awhile... Edward and Bella were awakening some very strong feelings in us... We both remembered the feeling of being new lovers... It felt amazing...

The club was a chocolate brown, with splashes of reds, and yellows. The single light on over the dance floor was on Carlisle... His eyes blazing. He was wearing black slacks and a white button down... The shirt had been unbuttoned long ago, by me... His hair was tussled, also my doing. His eyes held a burning fire... We'd danced the usual. The waltz, the tango, the jitterbug.. Now the Rhumba... A dance of passion and love... It was perfect for us.

I was in the light of the candles. My eyes burning the same way as his. My dress was red. A halter with a deep v. Exposing my neck and collarbone... Carlisle loved my neck. My hair was probably as messy as his... Though it was his fault this time.

Carlisle hadn't touched me like this for a long time, I loved it. I was just as needy, and passionate as he was. Though his was pure, unadulterated need. He needed to feel me in his arms. He felt he'd neglected me... He hadn't. Forks had a toll on all of us. Carlisle felt it the most... We weren't as... Active as we usually are, in Forks. I hadn't been clubbing with him in a long time.

It felt amazing to have Carlisle be the only thing between me and the floor. It felt wonderful to have his hands where they had so rarely been lately, exploring. Remembering...

The song started. It was a slow song... I knew it would speed up, this was one of Carlisle's favorites... A smile lit his face as soon as the song started.

I leaned back and straightened up. Making my neck longer and my back straighter than usual, it was easier this way. Carlisle straightened as well. Shaking his hair out of his eyes. The spotlight was now on me.

I sauntered to him. Swaying my hips and making my legs look longer and sexier. He followed my every move with his eyes... The hunger so apparent... I wondered briefly how long until we got back to the Mercedes...

I stopped a foot from him. He walked toward me... Reaching out for my hand, which I willingly gave him, feeling his touch made me feel so awesome.

We got into the usual pose. My hands on his shoulders, his on my hips, slipping lower as I walked back.

I was leading. Carlisle followed. Walking and turning. Suddenly, though, he lost it.

He spun me back to him quickly, and hooked my right knee on his hip. I smiled. Grinding into his sensitive area. Waiting for the response..

We were grinding, hopelessly, effortlessly into each other, with a passion that left us both breathless. I briefly wondered if we should leave, before we hit the ground and started rolling.

His lips were traveling my collarbone with a plain mission. I breathed out, trying not to cry out. "Carlisle... The Mercedes..." I panted. He obeyed and unhooked my leg.

We made our way through the incredibly packed dance floor, to the door amidst clapping. I wasn't paying attention. I was watching Carlisle.

He was clearly happy. His eyes were still hungry, his hands were twitching. I grasped his hands tighter, lifting it to my mouth.

We stumbled to the Mercedes, lip locked. I had the keys in the door as he growled from my neck.

"Esme?" He chuckled. I buried my hands in his hair and pulled his lips back to mine, enjoying the feel.

"What?" I whispered against his lips.

He smiled and grabbed the keys. "We aren't going home." He said quickly. My jaw dropped, I hadn't packed anything. He saw my expression and waved to the trunk. Kissing my jaw and neck he chuckled, as I panted.

"Did you really think I would forget that?" He whispered into the "v" of my dress.

"No." I panted.

"Good." I was in the car faster than humanly possible. Holding his hand, speeding toward our favorite hotel in Seattle.

Once we arrived I clung to him. He checked in quickly and led me to the suite... Antsy.

Carlisle opened the door with a flourish, clearly proud of himself.

I pounced. Quickly grabbing onto him and walking toward the bed.

Carlisle stroked my lips. He captured them. My cold cherry lips, with his cold strawberry lips. His shirt was off as fast as I could get it off. I ran my hands slowly up and down his chest, knowing. Where to touch him, and where would make him moan.

He slipped off my dress, and stared. He looked at me, my hands had traveled below his belt... He chuckled and slipped his pants off. I smirked. His legs were... Very nice... I liked them.

I was naked, why shouldn't he be?

I snapped the elastic of his boxers against his waist, waiting for his mouth. It was there... On my breasts, leaving my moaning and gasping. His thumb had started a pattern. Circle. Circle.

I pulled down his boxers, my patience to have him inside me, wearing thin.

There he was. All the cold, hard glory. I looked up to his eyes, which were watching me. Slithering down under his erection, I caught him by surprise. Thrusting my hips up quickly to capture him in my cold prison... Not that he minded.

We had a rhythm, the world had stopped. It was just the two of us, grinding. Trying desperately to not give in first. Climaxing over and over. Making up for lost time. Loving every second.

I collapsed on top of him after climaxing for a fourth time.

Carlisle stroked my hair as I watched his eyes. They were the lightest topaz I'd seed since the first night we got here. I kissed him again, and whispered to him.

"Thank you... I love you Carlisle..."

"Esme. I love you... Too..."

He smiled at me, knowing the secret meaning. "Happy Anniversary." He whispered kissing my head.

YA!!! I think Carlisle and Esme are an adorable couple... So review please!!! PRETTY PLEASE!!! I love reviews!!!