Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be. I'm only playing.

December 15th

The snow flew outside, and I was thankful that I had no reason to be out in it. Instead, I was perfectly content to be curled into Edward's side, book in hand and fire in the fireplace. It was a perfect way to spend such a cold December day, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

He shifted underneath me, and I lifted my weight slightly. "Am I too heavy?"

He laughed softly. "God, no. I love having you by me like this."

I settled into him more firmly, savoring his closeness. We sat like that for a long time, content to just be in each other's presence when I finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"Edward?"

"Hum?"

"I was thinking about Christmas. It's soon."

He laughed at my blatant statement. "Yes it is."

"I was thinking about what you might want for Christmas."

He sighed. "Bella …" he said, almost warningly.

I looked up at him and his eyes softened. "I don't need anything for Christmas," he said simply.

"We're not going to exchange gifts this year?"

He rolled his eyes slightly. "Bella, in order for us to exchange gifts, you would have to be willing to accept one. And you've already told me in no uncertain terms that you didn't want anything for Christmas."

"That's never stopped you before," I huffed. "I always tell you not to get me anything, and somehow I always end up with at least one present from you."

He laughed lightly at the truth in my statement and then lowered his head to whisper in my ear, "I don't need anything."

His breath on my ear made me shiver slightly, but I wasn't easily swayed. I turned my head to look at him. "I'm not asking if you need anything. I'm asking you what you want. For Christmas."

His eyes held mine for a long moment before he dipped his head and kissed me. "You. I want you. For Christmas. For New Year. For always."

The conviction in is voice made me slightly weak, and I was glad that I was sitting on the couch. "You already have me. Nice try, though."

I was slightly annoyed, despite feeling warm and fuzzy from his declaration. I felt like he was mocking me by refusing gifts just like I did. For a moment, I felt bad about all the times I had told him the same thing, but my remorse was quickly replaced with what I considered to be sound reasoning. It was true. I didn't need gifts. I didn't need anyone to spend money on me. I had everything that I wanted.

I sighed. "Anything else? Anything at all?"

He shook his head slowly and focused his eyes on my mouth, the corner of his mouth curving upward. I blushed slightly. I knew that look. My breath caught seconds before his mouth crashed into mine once more, reinforcing his earlier statements about wanting me.

December 24th

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, making final adjustments before Edward got home. I knew he hated working Christmas Eve, but he did anyway. It was the one major holiday he worked. He was always home around 8, so we didn't get to do dinner, but we had the rest of the night together. It wasn't exactly ideal, but I could live with it.

I had taken Edward's suggestion of what to get him for Christmas to heart. This Christmas, he was going to get me. In any way that he wanted. I didn't really consider it much of a gift, because he already had me in whatever way he wanted. Whenever I tried to point that out, however, he didn't seem to listen.

Which worked fine for me. I wasn't going to complain. This was a gift that I could enjoy as much as he did.

Our sex life wasn't boring by any means. We understood each other, and we weren't opposed to trying new things, so I was fairly confident in whatever he decided to suggest this evening. I didn't want to suggest one mood over the other, though. This was his gift, after all.

But that hadn't stopped me from creating a certain Christmas atmosphere. I had lit red candles in various places around our bedroom and even went so far as to string up a sprig of mistletoe in the doorway to the bathroom. I wasn't sure if it was going to be useful or not, but I liked the way it looked anyway.

My biggest Christmas investment was my attire. The red triangle halter bra covered just the swell of my breasts, tying in the front. The skirted boy shorts sat low on my hips and were gartered to candy cane striped thigh highs. I had covered it all with a red velvet and white fur trimmed jacket. And even though I had no plans to leave the bedroom, I had thrown on a pair oh white high heels to complete the ensemble.

I thought I looked pretty good, but there were still butterflies in my stomach. What happened if Edward wasn't into the whole sexy Mrs. Claus look? I knew deep down that it wouldn't matter (and that I probably wouldn't be wearing it for very long anyway), but on the surface the fear was still there.

I was trying in vain to head off my unsubstantiated fears when I heard the door open downstairs. Edward was home.

"Bella?" he called out, noticing that the entire downstairs was dark.

"Up here," I yelled back. I placed myself on the bed, furiously wracking my brain for a sexy pose to entice him with when he opened the door to our bedroom. I settled for leaning back on my hands, with my knees raised, one leg over the other.

The door to our bedroom opened and my breath caught as he stepped inside, my name on his lips. He stopped short when he saw me reclining on our bed. His jaw dropped slightly before it curved into a slight smile.

"Merry Christmas," I said in a low voice.

His eyes clouded over with lust as he walked toward me, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

"Bella," he said throatily. "You look … are … amazing." His knees hit the bed and he was crawling toward me, reaching out to run his hand up from my ankle to my knee to come to rest just below the short skirt of my boy shorts.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on my neck before looking up at me. "Not that I'm complaining," he said as the hand he had on my thigh slid higher, "but what's the occasion?"

"Other than Christmas Eve?" I smirked slightly but held his gaze. "It's your Christmas present. You said you only wanted me, so that's what I'm giving you. Me. Anyway you want me."

He growled low in his throat before drawing himself up more fully to my position on the bed. I missed the warmth and pressure from his hand, but complied when he pulled me up into a sitting position before grabbing my head and drawing it to his.

"So fucking sexy," I heard him say before his lips met mine. I wound my arms around his neck and wasted no time opening my mouth under his, waiting for his tongue to seek out mine. This was his night, I would do things his way.

I wasn't disappointed. His tongue met mine as his hands slipped from my face to my shoulders, pausing there momentarily before running down my sides underneath the velvet jacket. I took the opportunity to press my body more fully against his, reveling in the hardness of his body.

His mouth moved from mine to my jaw and then to my neck, where he licked and sucked before moving back up yet again to kiss the space behind my ear. I gasped and I could feel him smile. His hands had settled on my hips and was toying with the band of the boy shorts. My hands had made their way to his chest, running them from the top of his button down shirt to the top of his dress pants.

I was breathless when he pulled back. "You taste so good."

"And you're wearing too many clothes."

His eyes widened before he responded. "I think I might need some help with that."

I was glad to oblige. I approached him, pulling his shirt from his pants before running my hands up his chest to begin undoing the buttons. I held his gaze as I slowly undid the buttons, watching as his expression changed from unbidden lust to annoyance at my speed. I made sure to make contact with his skin whenever possible until I finished with the last button. I followed the line of skin I had revealed back to his shoulders before I pushed the shirt off, revealing the skin of his glorious chest.

I kept my hands on his skin, running them over this shoulder and down his back and around his sides and back up the front to rest in the middle. I kissed his chest lightly before pushing him back to settle into the pillows. Shifting myself up higher on the bed, I threw a leg over his waist, straddling him and grinding into him slightly before leaning down and pressing my chest against his and bringing my mouth to meet his.

I could feel his hands running up my body, stopping to toy with the string that was keeping my breasts covered before moving them higher, to my shoulders. He pushed on the velvet jacket, wanting to rid me of the majority of cloth covering my body. I happily helped without abandoning the claim I had laid on his mouth.

He threw the jacket onto the floor, and I felt the cool air hit my body. I broke our kiss and sat up, watching his face as I worked my way down his body, coming to rest in between his legs. His breathing had picked up and I smirked at him before glancing down at the obvious bulge in his pants. I pressed my hand lightly against it, delighting in the hard heat as his pushed his hips up, trying to increase the pressure.

I pulled my hand away and he groaned at the lack of contact. I chose to not keep him waiting too long, instead running my hands down his chest to the top of this pants, where I undid the button and the zipper. I tugged at his pants and he raised his hips, allowing me to remove his pants and his boxers without hesitation.

Running my hands back up his legs, I stopped on his upper thigh, just short of where he wanted me to touch. I grinned as he twitched slightly.

"Bella …" he groaned out. "Tease."

I settled myself in between his legs and stuck my tongue out at him like a petulant child before lowering my head to run it up his entire length. His eyes widened as he watched my movement before dropping his head back into the piles of pillows.

Not quite satisfied with his reaction, I repeated the action, before lifting his length and wrapping my lips around the tip. His head flew up and his eyes opened, taking in the image of my mouth wrapped around him, letting out a low groan. I smiled, my lips still engulfing him. That was more the reaction I was looking for.

I started to move over him, setting a steady rhythm and running my hands over whatever skin I could reach. He moved his hands to grab my hair, but didn't make any attempt to guide me, instead just fisting my hair around his closed fists. His hips moved slightly as I continued to suck and lick, slowly building his pleasure.

It didn't take long before his breathing was erratic. "Bella … " he managed. "You have … stop. …too good.'

He pulled at my head, and I reluctantly released him. "This is about you," I sighed.

"No, love," he tried to catch his breath, "you said this is about what I want. I want you. I want to be in you," he reached for me. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

He pulled my body flush with his, flipping us so I was on my back, running his hands down my stomach to cup my heat. I arched into his hand before he shifted the boy shorts to the side and slipping a finger inside me.

"Fuck Bella. You're so wet."

I could only moan as his finger picked up speed slightly, before pulling back and out. He covered my body with his, bringing his mouth to mine, pushing his tongue into my willing mouth. As I responded, he lifted his body slightly, his hands pulling at the bow at the front of the bra until it came undone. Not pausing to glance down, he shoved the fabric aside and started to palm my breast, cupping it in his hand before slightly squeezing. His fingers got closer and close to my nipple, tracing patterns around the flesh until coming to concentrate solely on my nipple. He took my moan as cue to move to my other exposed breast, giving it the same treatment as the first.

Before I could comprehend what had happened, he replace his hand with his mouth, his tongue taking the place of his fingers on my nipple. I gasped at the change in temperature on my skin, and grasped on to the back of his head, holding him in place.

"Your skin tastes so sweet," I heard him say against my skin, "I would do anything to be able to taste it, always." He moved his lips down my body, stopping to lay kisses on my stomach. "I love you Bella. Always."

My heart melted at his words. This was supposed to be about him; him taking me however he wanted and he was professing his love for me. Not that I didn't already know that he loved me, but there was something innately more satisfying to hearing it in this situation. He had chosen to be gentle and loving and romantic over everything else. My desire and love grew for him in that moment.

He was already working on removing the only piece of clothing that stood between us, pressing openmouthed kisses to each new inch of skin he revealed. Laying one last kiss to the top of my pubic bone, he pulled back, pulling the boy shorts down and off my legs, leaving me only wearing the candy cane striped thigh highs and white heels. I moved to kick off the heels, but he grabbed my foot.

"No," he told me, "These stay."

Sliding his hands up my leg, he didn't stop until he reached my sex, which stroked for a moment. "Bella … you're so amazing."

His fingers hit the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex, and that coupled with his words and the look of adoration on his face sent me over the edge. I cried out, arching my back of the bed, riding the hard waves of pleasure that he sent through my body. He didn't stop until I was completely spent, my body a mass of jelly on the bed.

He dropped onto the bed next to me, kissing the side of my face. "That was insanely hot," he confessed with a smile. "That right there … that would give me enough material to fantasize with for months."

I blushed. Finding my strength, I rolled over onto him. "Lucky for you, you don't have to fantasize." I kissed him hard, making it my goal to turn this back into his night. I couldn't forget my original goal: giving him his Christmas present.

He groaned into my mouth. "I want to be in you Bella," he said through our kiss.

I didn't respond explicitly, I just kissed him harder, my way of telling him that he could do whatever he pleased. He seemed to get the message, because he rolled me over so that I was underneath him. I moved my legs up to his waist, giving him more room to maneuver between my legs. His hard length was pressed up against me, and I briefly entertained the notion of moving my hips up and slipping him into me, but I dismissed that notion by reminding myself yet again that this was about him. He was setting the pace tonight.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before pushed into me, sliding in slowly until he could go no further. We both moaned, at the intimacy we had created or the sheer wonderful feeling running through our bodies, I wasn't sure. We stayed like that for a moment, reveling in being connected as we were, before he leaned down and kissed me.

"I love you," he murmured as he dropped his head into my neck, starting to thrust his hips in a gentle rhythm. When he had found his pace, I began to move my hips with his, sending even more shockwaves through my body, as I turned my head to kiss any part of him I could reach.

His pace grew more frantic, and he pulled back to kiss my face. I wound my arms tighter around him, crushing him to my body, wanting to be of one mind and one body with him.

"Bella," he panted over and over, not slowing his pace.

I encouraged him, whispering to him to let go and succumb to his pleasure, moving my hips in small circles. He slowed his thrusts and reached between our connected bodies to find once again the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex. I drew in a sharp breath, not expecting his action.

He resumed his thrusting, picking up the pace he had abandoned, his fingers moving ever faster as he stroked the spot above where we were joined. I couldn't hold back a moan as the pressure built in my stomach.

"Come for me Bella," his plea was strained. "Come with me."

I moved my hips up once more, exerting more pressure from his fingers, before I clenched down on him, crying out his name as my body released the built up tension. I could feel his length pulse inside me, my body milking his warmth from him as he let himself go, mumbling incoherent sentences mixed with his moans.

He made no move to leave me, instead lifting his head to look at my face. I smiled what was probably a completely stupid smile and twined my fingers in his hair, mussing it even more than it already was. We were sweaty and sticky and completely out of breath, but I was completely content and happy.

He dipped his head and caught my mouth in a soft kiss, and I wrapped my legs more securely around his waist, not wishing to be separated from him. His mouth moved over mine softly, taking time to explore the familiarities.

We were both panting as he pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine, our breaths mixing.

"I love you," I said in a low voice.

He kissed me once more. "I utterly and completely adore you, my Bella."

He finally rolled to the side, and I immediately missed his warmth and his weight. I rolled to cuddle up to his side, relishing his nearness.

"That was probably the best Christmas present I've ever gotten," he told me, dropping a kiss on my nose.

"Even better than the train set you got from your parents when you were twelve?" I teased.

He pretended to consider that for a moment, weighing the pros and cons before coming to his decision. "Definitely," he said with conviction. "Infinitely better." He pulled me so I was laying on top of him before capturing my mouth yet again.

"Good," I told him. "I worked hard on this present."

He laughed. "I could tell," he said with a smirk. He thought for a moment before asking, "How long does this present last?"

I wasn't sure I understood the question. Seeing the look on my face, he clarified, "You said I could have you any way I wanted you. And as much fun as that last round was, I'm not so sure that I'm done playing with my new present yet."

I bit my lip before running my hand down his body to grasp his hardening length. "Well, we would want to make sure that you're satisfied with your gift, now wouldn't we?" I asked, teasing him.

He sucked in a breath and pushed his hips upward. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be very satisfied," he groaned out. "I'm sure it's going to be a present that I'm going to want to play with again and again, forever."

He kissed me hard, before asking, "What exactly does this gift do?"

I pressed my lips to his ear. "Anything. Everything. And you get to spend all night trying it out."

He growled playfully, rolling me over so that he was on top again, holding his body over mine. I was right. This was a gift that I didn't mind receiving. And as we started on round two, it was pretty clear: neither did he.

Author's Note: This is by far the longest one shot I've written, and it's basically just me trying my hand at writing smut before I go and try to write it for my multi-chapter fic. It's the first time I've ever done anything like this, and it's surprisingly harder than I thought it would be. I'm decently happy with the way it turned out, even if it might be a bit too wordy. I tried to make it more romantic than anything, without it being too girly so hopefully Edward didn't come off as a total pansy. It wasn't beta'd, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Inspiration for Bella's lingerie are linked on my profile, it anyone is curious. (And I'm still looking for a beta for my multi-chapter fic … read that note on my profile, too!)

Reviews are love. I'd love to know what other people thought about my attempt at hands down (romantic) smut!