Stuck in twilight

Elizabeth's POV

"Cut!" Catherine says. I reluctantly step out of Peter's arms and smile as I watch him walk toward the dressing rooms.
Feeling the sickness come back to my body, I stumble off of the set and out of the studio. I walk toward my trailer and open it. Once inside, I lock it.
I stumble toward the couch as the feeling of nausea greets my stomach. I rise off of the couch to get medicine from the bathroom. Before I make it, my vision starts to turn black. I blindly lower myself to the ground and feel my cheek hit the cold floor, letting the darkness consume me.
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I open my eyes and gasp. Everything is so much more clear. Maybe it's just the lighting.
I sit up from the bed and step out of the covers.
Weird. I thought to myself. I feel much better than I did a few seconds ago. Wait. Where am I?
I look around the slightly familiar room. It looks like...Carlisle and Esme's room. I open the dresser drawer and look through the clothes. I open the one above it and find Esme's undergarments. I lift a pair of red, silk panties and close the drawer.
A shower sounds nice.
I grab a beautiful dark blue dress from the closet and lay it on the bed, along with the underwear and a bra I grabbed to match.
I make my way to the bathroom and turn the handle of the shower to warm. I grab a towel and place it on the bed.
I step outside of her room to make sure no cast or crew members were on set. When I see that I'm alone, I strip my clothes and make my way to the shower.
Stepping inside, I squirt some shampoo into my hand and start to lather my hair. I rinse it out and close my eyes to stick my face under the water.
I jump as I feel two hands wrap around my body. I turn and see Peter, who is completely naked.
"What are you doing?" I say, attempting to cover my body. He chuckles and looks at me strangely.
"What do you mean love?" he asks softly. He pulls me close and starts to kiss my neck.
"You have a wife. You shouldn't be..." My train of thought disappears as his tongue licks along my collar bone and he starts to suck at my skin.
"The kids are at school darling. I'm on break for another hour." he murmurs before going back to kissing me.
I push him away.
"What are you talking about?" I ask seriously.
"What's wrong Esme?" he asks. I look at him, my mouth hanging open slightly with shock.
"Huh?" I ask.
"You keep saying weird things. Are you okay, my sweet?" I nod and he kisses my lips. I push him away again.
"Would you mind waiting for me in the room?" I ask.
"Of course darling. Not a problem." he steps out and I sink to the bottom of the tub. What is going on? Is that Carlisle? No. It can't be. He isn't a real person.
I quickly finish my shower and step out.
"Shit." I say to myself as I realize I left my towel in the room he is in.
"Esme?" I hear him say. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Darling." I say forced. Yeah that sounded natural Elizabeth. I say to myself sarcastically.
I finally conjure up enough courage to go into the room. I walk out and see him staring at my bare body. I quickly grab the towel and wrap it around myself.
"Darling, did I hear you...curse?" he asks amused.
"I, uh. Ya it slipped. Sorry." He chuckled.
"I'm not your father, Es. You don't have to apologize. You can curse if you want to. It's just strange to hear, that's all." he says. I nod and eye my clothes.
"I apologize. Let me give you some privacy." he says, getting up and walking out of the room. I smile at his politeness and quickly dress myself.
I walk out in my nice dress and stop in front of him.
"Thank you...for the privacy." I murmur. He chuckles.
"Esme, what do you mean? You're acting...unusual."
"I uh...yeah. Sorry."
"Really, Essie. What's the matter?" he asks, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I lean into his touch. He looks so much like Peter. And I'm married to him. I should embrace this strange dream that I'm having. Make the most of it. Shouldn't I?
"Nothing. I'm okay. I promise." I say, placing my hand against his cheek. I stand on my tip toes and press my lips against his. His hand tangles itself into my hair as our kids heats up.
I feel his tongue skim my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Just as I open my mouth, his pager starts to beep.
He pulls away and checks it.
"I'm sorry love. I have to go." he says, placing a kiss on my forehead.
"Alright. I'll see you later then." I say, disappointed that he is leaving.
"I love you." he says, placing one last kiss on my lips.
"I love you too." I say, the words feeling foreign coming from my mouth. He heads out the door, glancing back one last time before shutting the front door.
This is the weirdest dream I've ever had...

A/N Hey guys! Thanks for sticking with me through that long break. I've been writing/reading other stories and hopefully it has improved my writing style. I'll try to update more often. At least once a week. I'm glad you like it!
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