A/N HollettLA rocks my ski socks. They're fancy ones with 'R' and 'L' on them in case I forget which foot is which. No lie.

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We resume outside the Olympics after-party.

Off Piste

- 4 -

He hoisted me up and held me to his waist as I wrapped my legs around him for grip. With one hand holding my butt, he grabbed onto his pants with the other to hold them up as he walked. I was busy nibbling on his neck as he took us around to the darkness of a fire exit passageway at the side of the big party venue. We would be fairly concealed there; more private than a chairlift, that's for sure. Part of me didn't give a fuck if we got caught; fucking Edward was fucking hot - I'd watch that shit. Maybe we should put mirrors in my bedroom... My back pressing against the wall and his gentle thumb against my clit pulled me from my thoughts.

I was so ready for him, the pressure he was applying was just enough to send me over the edge. As I shuddered at his touch, he found my lips again, kissing me as he aligned his cock.

"I've waited nearly four years for this moment," he whispered against my mouth.

"Let's not be so stupid again," I replied. "Fucking fuck me, Edward."

With timing far more eloquent than my words, he pushed inside me. The relief was instant. Not just sexually, but because it was Edward. The connection with him was so overwhelming, I knew it was vital to my existence.

"Ugh, so good," he moaned as he used his arms to shift me up and down on him.

The angle of him standing was just right as I leaned back a little to hit the spot that was aching for him the most. My back was just skimming against the wall every so often, Edward conscious of keeping me off it. I'd happily replace this dress if it got pilled from sex on concrete.

We were both so wound up in anticipation of this happening, I could tell Edward was beginning to strain against his impending climax. I had no power over mine. I slipped my finger between us to provide that last needed friction and was a goner after two more of Edward's perfect thrusts. That awesome sensation of my clit loving the attention and my walls clenching down on him...Edward was a lost cause at that point, as he released the happiest of groans and released into me with a few stilted thrusts.

I should have jumped him at the beginning of the Olympics; I'd been wasting good orgasm time.

As we came down from the high of our orgasms, he squeezed me closer to his body. I wished we were fully naked so I could feel his chest against mine. Without the heat of our motion I became more aware of quite how crisp the air was, my nipples changing from aroused-perky to chilled-perky.

"Shit, it's almost colder than up that damn mountain," I said with a little shiver.

He laughed and rubbed one arm on my back.

"Every time people ask me how we met, I'm gonna want to tell them you fucked me on a chairlift," he said.

"Took you a while to seal the deal by fucking me against a wall," I teased.

"We're classy, eh, with our dirty public fucking," he laughed, the remnants of his English accent coming out more in that sentence. It was fucking cute. Or hot. Both.

"Good foundations for the future, I think," I agreed.

"Fucking solid foundations. Where next?" he said, moving in for another kiss.

"I'm easy," I said into his mouth.

"You better fucking be, you stubborn tart!" he laughed again.

I gave a little flick to the back of his head before forking my fingers into his hair and forcing him to kiss me harder.

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