Dr. Carlisle Cullen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ofthefamily) wrote2010-04-28 09:09 pm
ofthefamily) wrote2010-04-28 09:09 pm
E/C. No real timeline. Pick-Me-Up for Amanda.
Love is not always about sex.
It is the mantra that Edward gets to hear at endless sexual safety assemblies and health seminars he is forced to sit through, and Carlisle has definitely given the speech in his time to those who have jumped into things before they were ready. It doesn't really apply in the Cullen house of course, with so many couples there, but with Rosalie and Emmett living on their own for a time, it's quieter.
"I found the book you left me." Edward's voice is low but tinged with amusement as Carlisle walks through the front door after a particularly long shift at the hospital. He smiles.
"Good - have you read it at all yet?"
"No. I know what it's about thanks to you, but the spine hasn't even so much as bent at present." Carlisle is moving into the solarium, where Edward's piano usually moves more than Edward does when he is struck with inspiration about something. There are sheets of staff paper that has something written in F major across the first few bars; Carlisle doesn't inquire. "I thought I'd wait until you were finished with work."
This seems surprising to Carlisle. He's been out for a good twelve hours at least - Edward could be finished by now.
"I heard a quote yesterday," Edward explains. Before Carlisle can question to what it was, Edward starts, "'Let's see if I've got this right," she would say to herself. "I've taken an inert gas that's in the air, made it into a liquid, put some impurities into a ruby, attached a magnet, and detected the fires of creation.'"
Carlisle's grin grows wider. "Yes?"
"If you'd wanted a philosophical debate, all you'd had to do was ask."
Carlisle shakes his head then, settling into his armchair in preparation for the hours of conversation soon to follow. "Each party has to meet in the middle, my Edward. I look forward to the game of it."
It is the mantra that Edward gets to hear at endless sexual safety assemblies and health seminars he is forced to sit through, and Carlisle has definitely given the speech in his time to those who have jumped into things before they were ready. It doesn't really apply in the Cullen house of course, with so many couples there, but with Rosalie and Emmett living on their own for a time, it's quieter.
"I found the book you left me." Edward's voice is low but tinged with amusement as Carlisle walks through the front door after a particularly long shift at the hospital. He smiles.
"Good - have you read it at all yet?"
"No. I know what it's about thanks to you, but the spine hasn't even so much as bent at present." Carlisle is moving into the solarium, where Edward's piano usually moves more than Edward does when he is struck with inspiration about something. There are sheets of staff paper that has something written in F major across the first few bars; Carlisle doesn't inquire. "I thought I'd wait until you were finished with work."
This seems surprising to Carlisle. He's been out for a good twelve hours at least - Edward could be finished by now.
"I heard a quote yesterday," Edward explains. Before Carlisle can question to what it was, Edward starts, "'Let's see if I've got this right," she would say to herself. "I've taken an inert gas that's in the air, made it into a liquid, put some impurities into a ruby, attached a magnet, and detected the fires of creation.'"
Carlisle's grin grows wider. "Yes?"
"If you'd wanted a philosophical debate, all you'd had to do was ask."
Carlisle shakes his head then, settling into his armchair in preparation for the hours of conversation soon to follow. "Each party has to meet in the middle, my Edward. I look forward to the game of it."