Edward Cullen's 12 Days of Christmas Chapter 2 – On the 2nd Day of Christmas…

Prompt (#3 – people with lights on them and candles, #4 – voice prompt from the movie Elf)

Day 2

Bella POV

I couldn't walk. It was official and my kitty had surely lost a life last night after the assault it underwent. It felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to my slit or something. Don't get me wrong, I loved every minute of it and hoped for a replay soon, but, I still couldn't walk, straight that is.

Ice… I needed ice for my girl. It would be the only way to get through the workday. I wondered if it would be possible to put an icepad in my panties and get away with it at work. My luck I'd probably have a melting mess on my hands and look like I had pissed myself.

Ok, on second thought, maybe a nice hot bath would soothe the muscles. I could even ask Santaward to join me… But that could turn into round two before my kitty had recuperated and might cost her two lives instead of one. I'd just have to bathe alone and hope that the warm water soothed my achy lady enough in case round two was tonight.

I was giddy with the ideas that were floating through my mind. What did he have in store for me? All he told me last night, before walking me to my door, was to dress warmly, very warmly. I took from that that we'd be outdoors for most of the evening. Damn work getting in our way of spending the whole day together. But, even without work, would he have wanted to spend the whole day with me?

I didn't want to dwell on that thought because I would inevitably think the worst so I decided to focus on the fuck hot time that Santaward, my own personal name for Edward now, had given me the night before. I was still in shock at the sheer size of him. I had seen magazines and porn and never remembered any of them getting that big!

The thoughts of last night's fuckery of fun made my workday breeze by and I found myself back at home getting ready for the evening. It was quite cold out so I put on a pair of leggings under my jeans; my fur lined boots, yes I owned a pair of the tacky and ugly things but they were comfortable as hell and warmed my tootsies; a long sleeve shirt and a sweater over it. I let my hair wave naturally down my back and put on a touch of mascara. Looking in the mirror, I was satisfied and ready to go.

At seven, our agreed upon time, there was a knock on my door and I opened it to reveal Edward in all his gloriousness. I smiled, returning his breathtaking one, and invited him in.

"You ready to go?" he asked me after leaning in for a quick kiss.

My heart fluttered when his lips pressed against mine and I just said "Uh huh." I was going to have to work on my speech around him to ensure he wouldn't think I was an idiot.

"Well, my lady, let's go," he said as I grabbed my jacket.

He offered me his arm and I took it willingly, elated by the apparent physical spin that had been put on our friendship. Up until a few weeks ago, the only contact Edward and I had entertained was brushing beside each other in the hall, exchanging pleasantries in the elevator, or holding the door for each other in passing.

But now, now I was on Edward's arm, had been in his bed, and was still walking somewhat bow legged as proof. I felt like a million dollars and couldn't wait to experience tonight with him. Even if we didn't do anything other than hang out, it would be enjoyable, I was sure.

I didn't notice until we were on the subway that Edward had a small duffle bag with him. I wondered what was in it but was sure that I'd find out soon. We made small talk on the way downtown and I was thrilled that Edward kept some part of him touching me at all times. Occasionally he would sneak a kiss too, but it was always a chaste one that left me wanting more.

The intercom announced we were downtown and Edward stood up, offering me his hand, and we were out the doors and up the stairs to the street. He led the way a few blocks and ended up outside of a department store, surrounded by hundreds of Christmas shoppers. There was a Santa ambassador outside of the main door with a bell and a bucket, collecting donations, and Edward stopped right beside him, setting the duffle bag down.

I watched as he opened up the bag and pulled out two pieces of material and handed me one. I unfolded it to reveal a god awful tacky Christmas sweater. I mean, this thing was hideous. It was actually a sweater vest, so I could keep my sweater on, and was practically glowing red. There were small bells adorning the waist hem, continuing all the way around it. On the front was a hodgepodge of Christmas iconic figures. There was a snowman, all sparkly; a Santa with glowing cheeks, they really glowed; Rudolph, complete with light up red nose and all; and more and more all over it.

I was shaking my head in disbelief when Edward turned around and donned his own tacky sweater with a goofy smile.

"What's the matter? You don't like it?" he asked with a pout. I couldn't break his heart so I just lied.

"No, that's not it, I was just admiring it is all…" I said, trying to sound convincing.

Edward surprised me by laughing hysterically. "You don't have to lie to me Bella. I know the sweater is hideous, but it's all part of the evening. Just put it on and be a good sport will ya?"

"Fine!" I muttered and took off my coat to slide the sweater on over mine.

I was trying to decide what to do with my coat when he turned around, took it from me, and handed me a Santa hat and mittens. I was grateful for them and slid them on quickly. Then came the shocker when Edward began to drape a set of lights over my shoulders, around my neck and arms. I began to protest when I realized he was wearing the same exact thing, his lights lit up already.

Oh my god, he was going to be the death of me through embarrassment wasn't he? I stood there, looking ridiculous, as he finished draping me with his lights and turning them on. My cheeks boiled as people stared and snickered at us but Edward didn't seem to mind at all. He just ignored them as he retrieved two more items from his bag, a portable CD player and a CD case. He popped the top open and loaded the CD in, then pressed play. A few seconds passed by and then the music started. "Deck the Halls" was the first melody playing as Edward began to sing, horribly.

I stared at him, my mouth agape, as people began to stop and watch. He nudged me and motioned for me to sing with him but I just shook my head.

"Come on Bella! The best way to spread Christmas cheer is by singing loud for all to hear!" he said, quoting the movie Elf.

"No!" I said loudly, my cheeks flamed as more people gathered to watch the spectacle.

"Bella…"

"Thanks, but I don't sing," I replied, shaking my head.

"Oh it's easy, it's just like talking…except louder and longer and you move your voice up and down."

"I said no."

"Bella…remember the rules?" SHIT! He had me there.

The first song had finished and the next began, "Frosty the Snowman." I took a deep breath, trying to gain the strength and bravery to join in with Edward, and then began singing, almost in a whisper.

"That's it! A little louder," Edward cheered me on.

I tried to sing a little louder and was happy when Santa joined in with us. More gathered around us in an informal semicircle, some of them even joining in. I felt a little braver when "Jingle Bell Rock" started up and sang louder, earning a crooked smile from Edward and a squeeze of his hand.

I soon saw the point of our impromptu caroling excursion. The people that were gathered started making donations to Santa's bucket, more than would have probably donated if we hadn't been there. I was happy that I was able to help out and sang with even more enthusiasm when "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" began to play, even adding in the adlibbed parts that kids sang.

We stayed out there for about an hour, helping Santa raise a substantial amount of donations, before packing it up and heading back toward the subway. We stopped at a little café and got some hot chocolate and cookies to warm up before entering the station for the train ride home. I had completely forgotten that I was still wearing my Christmas costume but laughed it off when people looked. I had begun to not care. Edward helped make me that way. He was just so easy going and carefree that it was hard to not enjoy myself when I was with him. I had never known such freedom before and was glad that Edward was able to show me it.

The night ended somewhat disappointingly with a long kiss goodnight before separating to our own apartments. It was pretty late and we both had to work in the morning before getting together for our third day of Christmas.

As I settled into my comfortable bed, surrounded by pillows and my thick comforter, I thought back on the evening. I fell asleep half singing to myself… On the second day of Christmas my Edward brought to me…a fun time out caroling…