Edward's chest moved up and down regardless of breath being wholly inconsequential and heart beat being utterly absent, cheek brushing against Carlisle's body as he found himself at a loss for suddenly what to do with his wants or his thoughts.

With dragging his mouth across Carlisle's skin, wanting to give him back everything, even when the world begins to disintegrate out from under him, across his mind in rolling waves that for a few seconds seem to cancel out all the noise, all the control over his own body.