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Thanks to all of you who have been reading and reviewing. Here is post 2 for Friday, sorry its a few minutes after midnight my east coasters (I'm one too lol). I got wrapped up baking my mini-loaves of hummingbird cakes.

And here we find out more about Edward...

"Are you sure you can't stay here with me?" The pouting voice of the man I love comes from behind. Turning away from where I'm packing my bag, I hug his still slightly damp half-naked body to mine. Yes, ladies my man is just rocking a towel around his hips.

"Edward, you know this is important to Alice—that I meet her man. And, honestly, it might be Grandpa's last Christmas with us. At least, that's the guilt trip he laid on me when I said I might not be able to come. I'll be gone two and a half days though, two short days and one slightly half of a day that will be spent driving there. I mean, you're going to be working anyways." I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I know, I know, but I'm still low man on call at the hospital. You know I'd rather spend Christmas with you, baby." He pouts his lips a little bit more. "Go, have funny with the Swans while I slave away delivering babies and handing out Pepto to kids who have over-indulged in holiday cheer." I laugh and slap his damn fine chest.

He can pout all he wants, but he's pulled a seventy-two hour shift, where he has to be at the hospital, due to a short staff for the holiday season. His Dad offered to cover for him, but both decided against it since the Chief of Staff shouldn't be seen showing preferential treatment to his son that is on staff. So, instead of staying home alone, Edward talked me into going home for the holidays, now, he's jokingly trying to talk me out of it. I'm not abandoning him to a holiday alone; at least, I keep telling myself that. This is the first Christmas in the three years we've been living together that we'll be apart. And only the second in the almost five years we've been dating.

"You know I'll miss you the whole time right?" I tell him. He gently kisses my lips.

"Not as much as I'll miss you." He is so sweet, so mmmmm.

"I guess I can stay, I mean, I can always watch Hallmark and Lifetime Christmas movies and maybe I can sneak over to the hospital when you're not busy."

"No, baby, I want you to go, we'll have New Years together and open our presents together when you get back home. I can't stand the thought of you being alone during the holidays and you know Mom and Dad took that last minute trip to Alaska to see my Aunt Carmen and Uncle Eli."

"Are you sure? I mean, I can always just stay here and bring you some dinner, maybe sneak around the hospital with you? I can be your ho, ho, ho and show you how good I am at playing lick the candy cane in the residents lounge?" I run my fingers into the band on his towel. His groan is my reward.

"Bella…" His tone is tight, I can tell I'm turning him on.

"Edward," I flutter my lashes at him, "maybe I can show you how gently you need to hang the Christmas balls." I reach into his towel and cup his balls. "Hmmm… I see you have something to hang them on already." A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead.

"Babe, I need to be at work in less than half an hour…" He trails off when I finish removing his towel, and follow that up by dropping my robe.

"You sure you don't want to deck my halls?" I ask him, running my hand down towards my folds, giving him my sultriest look.

"You are killing me." He groans.

"I don't want you dead, Edward my love, I want you to stuff my stocking with all your yummy goodness." I jerk his cock a little and pre-cum is my reward. "Look, baby, you're all ready to ice my cookie." A few more strokes, his eyes never leaving my breast, I can tell I've won this battle.

"Ahh, fuck it! If I'm late, I'm late." Giggling as he captures my lips before pushing my suitcase off the bed and tossing me down to have his wicked, wicked way with me.

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