A/N: Tremendous thanks to MsKathy for helping me support the Fandom Gives Back by writing this piece for her. I'm very grateful and was thrilled to be able to contribute to such a wonderful and important cause. Another huge thanks goes to Laura Audrey for her quick and helpful beta skills.

Prompts: Hardwoods, Peanut Butter, Bite, Ice, Fire/Fireplace

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She'd said she couldn't stand it for one more minute. She'd warned that death would likely result from her suffering. She told me if she didn't find a way to escape from the heat soon, I'd come home to a melted puddle of what used to be Mrs. Bella Cullen. So I flew her to the most reliable source of widespread ice I could find in the middle of summer.

When we arrived at our San Martin De Los Andes cabin, in Argentina, my wife was shivering from the cold but also beaming with a radiance that was capable of sending the forest up in flames. She looked joyful enough to skip or dance, if there wasn't such risk of her stumbling over herself.

I wrapped my arms around her, and she thawed against me. "Thank you. This is exactly what I needed."

"Anything for my love. What do you say we get you warmed up?" I suggested.

"For once, that sounds like a nice idea." She peered out from the shelter of my embrace and investigated the space around us. "Can you start a fire while I see what there is to eat in the kitchen? It's a little early for dinner, but I could really use a snack."

"Of course."

There was a large bearskin rug in the center of the living room floor. I pulled it up and set it in front of the fireplace. After filling the pit with logs and kindling, and tossing in the match, I grabbed the down comforter from the back of the leather couch and created a small pallet for us.

Bella returned from the kitchen, wearing only her fleece pullover and a pair of socks. She plopped onto the bundle, sending a puff of air and a few feathers swirling above her. She was completely adorable, giggling and jovial. Between her crossed legs sat an open jar of peanut butter with one spoon.

"That's what you're eating?" I complained. I'd asked the agent to have the refrigerator stocked for us and knew there were better things to choose from.

"There were no Ritz and I didn't want a whole sandwich," she defended. She shoveled a dollop out of the container and held it up toward me. "Want a bite?"

I could deny her nothing. I knelt and kissed her lightly, savoring the nutty flavor that lingered on her lips. "Have I told you I love you yet today?"

"You didn't have to," she assured me.

I looked to the spoon that she still held beside my face and opened my mouth for her to feed me. She flipped it right side up and smoothed the spread over my tongue. Just as I was about to capture and work it down, she rushed forward and wrapped her tongue around mine.

We moved together, diffusing the consistency while tasting one another. It seemed like something we could become lost in for hours, and I began to ease her down. She stopped me, resisting my light force and snickering against my lips as she pecked out of the kiss.

"I said you could have some, but this is my snack," she teased.

I frowned, confused. Not only was it a full jar of peanut butter, but was she really that hungry? The playful twinkle in her eye implied that she had something else in mind.

She sat the container on the hardwood floor alongside the fluffy white rug. Next, she slipped her hands under my sweater and lifted it over my head. She discarded her pullover and climbed into my lap, completely naked. Had my temptress been bare bottomed all day? My cock was immediately at attention, straining against my clothes at the sight of her naked and the feel of her weight upon me.

Her round, supple breasts melded to my chest and her peaked nipples sunk into my skin. She brought her lips to my ear and spoke softly. "They say the fastest way to get warm is through body heat."

She returned her mouth to mine before I could say anything, and I again attempted to lie back, this time with her atop me. She didn't decline. When we were level, she shimmied her legs lower and slipped her hands between us, undoing my belt. My jeans and briefs reached my ankles, and I kicked them away along with my shoes.

"Do you know what's better than peanut butter and Ritz?" she cooed.

She scooted down, delicately kissing the descending trail of hair that led to my groin, and perched herself between my parted legs. Then she reclaimed the peanut butter and painted a small blob onto the tilt of my needy cock. It had begun throbbing the moment I'd seen her exposed legs and was aching by the time she'd mounted me.

"...Peanut butter and you," she finished.

She slid her tongue over my head, licking it clean. She moaned as she did so and sent another pulse through me in turn. Then she returned the spoon to my sensitive skin and covered the entire length of it with a thin layer of the creamy substance.

"I think this may take a while," she mused.

Her mouth surrounded my length in its entirety as she slowly glided up and down, gently skimming me with her teeth. I clung to the shag of the rug beneath us and the blanket, trying to displace the charges coursing through me. I had to fight back the urge to thrust into the warmth of her soaking chasm.

Her hands gripped my hips as she plunged herself deeper onto me. I hissed when I felt the soft tissue of her throat enclose around my tip, then tighten even further as she swallowed and edged back.

Her flattened tongue swept over my column, moving back and forth until I was trembling from both restraint and the desire for her to accelerate to the tempo that would bring me release. I could feel her dispel the pasty sauce from around me with each measured swipe.

Beads of sweat emerged from my skin, and I panted without any real exertion beyond the sensations that drove the quickening of my heart. Bella moaned around me, closing her eyes and relishing me as if I were the finest cuisine. Her pace sped as though the taste made her hungrier for more and only greater velocity would bring her to satisfaction. My toes curled, and I felt the fur between my fingers begin to give just as I neared the edge. Then she gulped me down once more, and I spilled into my nurturing, generous, and insatiable wife.

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