March, 1921.

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I imagine I am very politely driving Edward insane.

My eyes are still different; the minimal interaction I have had with others has been curtailed and stiff. I do a lot of writing and hunting now, and feel more...inhuman, than I have in some time.

Edward does what he can. I am grateful to him here, now, always. We are in Minnesota for no reason I can adequately discern - but it is somewhere different, Edward says, and I did promise him travel. He has a wandering soul sometimes. This may be good for him - I am unsure.

Regardless, I am here in the apartment we have rent by week and Edward is elsewhere.

I am bored.

- C.C.

Carlisle to all comers would appear asleep - sprawled across a low couch belly-down and eyes shut.

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Even for the faint nip at his skin, light and unleading, there's a solemnness that teasing hadn't intended or been able to cover.

"You had better."

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"I have no choice in the matter now?"

[iwouldfollowyou]

"Free will," Edward said the words deliberatingly, like testing whether the theory of such an idea was even sound, even if he didn't raise his face from where it was.

The answer in his head was far more directly precise.

Beyond the point of childishness possession.

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I think I'd rather have you than a will of my own.

[iwouldfollowyou]

For not being such a patient creature, human or inhuman, Edward had managed the last ten minutes (and two and half months) with what he thought he should. Tried to cling to an accepting slowness Carlisle observed with painstaking ease through out all his time -- at least before the second messenger had come.

It wasn't easy and it didn't always work. That it had taken the passing of one second, of another person's will, to take away part of his foundation. That it had, in too many instances, seemed to have taken Carlisle to a place where he could only hear him and not reach him.

To place where he'd question far more about his place in Carlisle's world.





On the heels of his already trying to bite down a response in this oddly paced not reunion, but return of sorts, it's far less than a thought on his part after Carlisle's words. His fingers balled into skin with a groan and he pulled back only enough to find Carlisle's mouth again.

This time with nothing near gentleness or ease.

Only hard and possessive agreement.

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Possessive.

In the freedom from looking like Them, having people look at him (in his mind) as though -- as though he was something Other -- and when he is free of it, he sees how lucky he was.

That in his funk, Edward didn't get pissed off and leave.

Edward is kissing him like he'd eat the remainder of Carlisle's soul if he doesn't give it over.

It is so good.

[iwouldfollowyou]

You had better.


You're mine.


Carlisle, in Edward's opinion, is still able to think far too well. Which might be the challenge in his expression when he pulled back slightly looking at the face before him, even though he hasn't released his grip.

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Carlisle swallows a pant, gold eyes to again-gold.

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Edward's eyebrows shifted upward, before he leaned back in and said against Carlisle lips, "Yes," as though it were the answer to everything, as though his word had been the question.

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Carlisle moves forward onto and against and it's almost a strike. Attack but for the tremor of it.

[iwouldfollowyou]

This is not what he waited for.
But it is a piece of it.



A lack of striving and holding back and waiting.
The friction against skin and the focus in thoughts.

To take Carlisle's sudden matching momentum and, instead of matching it to go with it, falling back toward the cushions of the couch and dragging Carlisle down with him by refusing to let space form between. Anywhere now.

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Edward --

The name becomes kind of a chant, here, and further thought - guilt for his reactions these months - is stifled by his hard-on. Fuck -

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward doesn't know where it come from, when dragging his fingertips down Carlisle's back he chuckles at the profanity that wins out among the turmoil of things.

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Edward always relishes it when Carlisle's a little less put-together. The laugh makes sense.

"Am I allowed..." between tasting at Edward's jawline, "...to want you undressed now?"

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Edward stretched beneath Carlisle, covering more of the couch than originally laying still on it had needed, but without moving Carlisle.

Impertinent golden gaze when he caught Carlisle's eyes.

"You already do."

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Carlisle likes to solve problems.

Edward being dressed and under him is a very big problem.

So he stands up.

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Never let it be said that Edward has not taken certain lessons to heart. He doesn't move his feet, or legs, which still have pants and shoes. His ankles even cross at the thought of them.

Instead he attends to the buttons still done on his shirt.
One by one by one. Quite at a leisure pace.

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God you are fucking insufferable

Beaming.

Carlisle bites his lip as he watches the growing expanse of Edward's bare chest with a suppressed groan.

[iwouldfollowyou]

All but for the smallest tug at the edge of his lips, upward, here and then completely gone, it might have looked as though no reaction had happened at all to those.

Just button and button. Pulling his shirt from his pants so he could finish the rest, leaving it open with only the thick silver ring at his breast bone, and only then raising his arms over his chest to turn to the buttons at his wrist.

Then he pushed up on one arm to shrug out of one arm rather gracefully even for it being in an odd position. And then the other side. Taking the shirt and folding it once before laying it over the back of the couch.

There may have been the flicker of a smirk when he glanced over when he finally turned himself so his feet were on the floor and not the cushion.

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Carlisle's fists clench to keep the lust from shaking in his fingers.

Do you know what you do to me?

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Edward had leaned down to attend to his shoes. Which had only come off and were presently held at the backs by his first two fingers, when he paused.

His gaze flicked back to Carlisle. "Show me."

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Sweet Christ.

Carlisle pushes his pants down to his ankles and steps out of them, releasing himself from constraints and cloth and barriers

so he can kneel, mouth to Edward's chest and feeling him there

hands in Edward's lap, moving higher

trying to be everywhere at once.

[iwouldfollowyou]

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.

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You make me lose patience too, Edward --

And with pants gone, Carlisle goes back to tasting Edward anywhere he can reach, moving against and up and Carlisle takes the most polite of little licks against Edward's prick.



The taste of him.

[iwouldfollowyou]

"Fuck. Carlisle."

His pants might have been lucky, but the pillow next to him was not when his hips thrust forward and his hand landed on it to keep his balance.