A marvel, always. Beautiful regardless of gold or red, but even more so when Carlisle could again see himself as such. Somehow the thought squeezes even into the shudder that tremors his body, causing a groan into blonde hair when he leans forward.

For a moment one hand fisted into Carlisle hair, before uncurling.

Edward shook his head against Carlisle's, before pulling back with a shake of his head, as amused as direct. "You can't understand how hard it is to be patient when I can hear all of that."

Without stopping anything Carlisle was doing, Edward moved finally to getting rid of his pants. It was marvel, with the admission, that he didn't decide to rip them then.