Adoring Love

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I don't think I mentioned this before but most of the Carlisle and Esme idea come from a fanfic called White Handkerchief by AutomneArcher.
The link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8930170/1/White-Handkerchief
It's a really good read and I definitely recommend it. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE VOTES! Get ready for some spam 😆 XOXO

Peter
I walk out of the dressing room, nervous for this next scene. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants and take a deep breath. I catch Liz's eye from across the set and notice the blush on her cheeks underneath her makeup.
"Places."
I walk into the makeshift house and walk up the stairs to stand outside of the library. Tucking the brown package under my arm, I watch as Elizabeth walks inside the library wearing another one of Carlisle's shirts.
"Action."
The camera follows behind me as I walk inside of the library and quietly watch Elizabeth pretend to sketch. I stand there for about a minute just observing.
"Esme." I call out softly. Her head whips around and she smiles.
"Hello Carlisle."
"I have something for you." I say, handing her the package. She takes it and sits up cross legged with the package in her lap.
"What is it for?" she asks.
"Consider it an early Christmas present." I tell her. I watch Liz as she opens the package carefully, memorizing every little detail of her face. It really isn't hard to act like i'm in love with Elizabeth. She pulls off the packaging, revealing a leather sketchbook and some charcoal pencils.
"Oh, Carlisle.." she whispers, running her fingers along the white pages. I stuff my hands in my pockets and smile.
She stand up and reaches up onto her tiptoes to hug me. I quickly wrap my arms around her in return.
"Thank you." she whispers into my ear before stepping back again.
"Sit with me by the fire?" she asks. I nod and we walk to sit by the fire.
"Cut! Thank you. That was wonderful. Let's break for lunch and start right back here at two." Martin says.
I walk out of the studio with Elizabeth and follow her to our usual meal spot which is hidden in the woods.
I help her climb up into our tree and we sit on the thick tree branch, not too high up from the ground.
"What's for lunch today?" she asks. I open the lunch box and pull out two ham and cheese sandwiches and two juice boxes.
"No gummies?" she asks jokingly only to be surprised when I pull those out as well.
"I'm very prepared." I tell her, winking. We eat our sandwiches in silence, observing the nature around us.
"Are you nervous?" she asks.
"No. I mean this won't be our first kissing scene. Are you?" I ask.
"A little. I haven't kissed you in ten years. What if you've gotten worse over the years? That might be a deal breaker." she says.
"We kissed last week." I tell her. She gasps and starts laughing.
"So I guess I have gotten worse if you don't even remember it." I say laughing.
"No. You were good." she says, laughing even harder. Our laughs finally die down as we run out of breath.
"We should head back." she says. I nod and jump down to the ground. I help her down and we walk back to the studio.
"Places people. I want to get home at a reasonable hour. Let's go!" Martin shouts dramatically.
I sit on the couch next to Liz, running through my lines in my head.
"Liz, do you start or do I?" I ask.
"You." she says.
"I thought you start-"
"Action!" Martin shouts. My eyes widen as I try to remember.
There is a long pause as Liz pretends to sketch.
"Cut! Peter, why didn't you review during lunch?" Martin asks.
"Because I was eating." I tell him. He sighs and hands me a script. I quickly read over the whole page and nod, handing it back to him, remembering where we are now.
"Action."
I watch Liz sketch again, the way her head tilts to the side and how she bites her lip with concentration.
"I'm sorry your clothes haven't arrive yet. The sales lady was very confusing when it came to measurements." I tell her.
"It's alright. I'm quite fond of your dressing shirts." she says softly, hiding her smile behind her hair.
I lean back, trying to catch a peak at her drawing. Liz looks up, catching his gaze and shifts away, a lopsided smile on her face.
"You'll see in a moment."
I sigh, smiling and tilt my head to the left.
"Don't move." she says quickly. I try to stay as still as a vampire would.
"As you wish, mademoiselle Artiste." I murmur. After a moment, Liz finally scoots closer to me, her knee touching my thigh.
"Here." she says, turning the paper around. A very real drawing of me is shown in charcoal.
"Is this really what I look like?" I ask, my fingers tracing the lines.
"Yes. Lovely as the first day I met you." she says.
"You remember?" I ask, my stomach getting butterflies as we near the big moment.
"How could I forget?" she asks, looking down.
"This is really lovely Esme."
"You can have it. My gift to you." she says, glancing back up at me.
We lean toward each other slowly. I reach up and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. Her hand reaches up and guides my hand to her cheek. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch. I am baffled by her boldness, considering none of this is scripted. Following along, I move my hand down to her chin, tilting it upwards slightly.
I slowly lean closer and close my eyes, softly brushing my lips against hers. Her arms wind themselves around my neck and pull me closer. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer as her fingers begin to fumble with the buttons on my shirt. We were so lost in each other that we only barely heard Martin yell cut. We pull apart, gasping for air.
"That was good but you guys missed your cue to stop." he says.
"What was our cue?" I ask, still trying to catch my breath.
"The knock." he says as if i'm dumb. And then as if to prove that I am, he plays the knock over the speakers. I blush, hearing how loud it is. And yet we missed it.
"Do it again. And this time, listen for Edward's knock." he says. We both blush but neither of us complain as we prepare ourselves once more for what is quickly becoming my favorite scene. By the end of the night, we ended up having to do that scene four times. We just kept missing the cue.