AN: I big thank you to the Ficsister's for recommending this story on their blog!

As always, I hope Suebee is having a fantastic day. Thank you all for reading this silliness.

This weekend chapters will be shorter. This weekend is going to be crazy with Nutcracker performances and Breakfast with Santa.

Chapter 4

I held a cup of coffee and reclined on my couch to watch Edward decorate the tree. He stuck my poor blue tree in a corner of my bedroom, because I wouldn't let him throw it away. That's just a wasteful thing to do. Silly man.

Taking a sip, I pondered this power that Edward held over me. We just met and I knew almost nothing about him, except he had a Christmas obsession that rivaled that of the most Santa fixated child. There was also a sexy bossiness that he possessed that normally would make me want to punch anyone else who acted like he did. Edward just made me want to have sex with him.

Edward stopped stringing lights. "Are you going to help me?"

"Just enjoying the view as I warm myself with this lovely java," I explained as I held tighter to my mug. My hands were freezing. I gave him a wink and a whistle.

"Woman, I'm more than a sexy show," he stated good-naturedly. "I can't believe you aren't having hot chocolate! It is the nectar of the gods."

He had a hot chocolate mustache on his lips. It was so cute that I didn't want to tell him to lick it off. Though I think I would ravage him if he did. The man had an impressive tongue. It was what dirty dreams were made of.

Poor Edward. He was so excited about having hot chocolate after getting the Christmas tree that I had him stop at the local coffee shop to get himself one. Not surprisingly, he asked for extra marshmallows. My home was a chocolate free zone. It wasn't due to the rising cost of chocolate, I just didn't like. Never have. Probably lingering memories of my mother giving me a piece when I was a tiny child and the stomach flu that immediately followed. Things like that can ruin a girl for life.

"It smells yucky and does not have the wondrous powers of coffee, Edward. Back off and hang up your lights. I want a better view of your behind."

The string of lights were dropped and Edward stalked over to me with his cup of chocolate. He straddled my legs with a devious look.

"Don't you dare make me drink that, Mr. Cullen. I will cut off your holiday fun so fast that you're handsome head will spin." I tapped his nose, instead of pushing him off.

"How about we lick it off of each other?" He was a kinky bastard.

I pulled him closer by his neck. "If this some winter fantasy of yours, Mr. Cullen?"

His eyes narrowed and with a husky voice, he answered, "Yes, it is. I'm planning on eating marshmallows off your nipples."

Oh God.

"Where did you get more marshmallows? Shouldn't they all be melted in your stinky beverage?" I squeaked. He was unbuttoning my shirt. I was putty in his hands.

"I talked the barista to slip me some more. I can be very persuasive." He held up a plastic sandwich bag holding the marshmallows. He looked down at the bra I wore. "A front clasp! How did you know I was hoping for this?"

"Just lucky I guess," I said distractedly, as he opened my bra. I watched as he placed two marshmallows on my breasts. "If my couch get stained—"

Edward began painting chocolate candy canes on my belly. "I'll fucking buy you a new one, sweetheart."

Before I could complain, he went and sucked a marshmallow off my boob. He proceeded to keep sucking it. I gasped, "Oh!"

His hands tugged down my pants, as he continued to lick and suck my skin. "Edward?"

"Yes, Miss Swan?" He looked up from where his tongue was swirling around my belly button.

"Come here for a sec," I demanded.

He moved up to my face and I licked his chocolate mustache without gagging. I still didn't like the taste of chocolate, but the taste of Edward was delicious.

"You had a little something on your mouth," I declared.

He sat up a little straighter and pulled off his sweater. He stood up to remove the rest of his clothing to reveal the most glorious sight. "You are going to be the death of me, Bella."

"A good death?"

"The best," he assured me, before heading down my body.

Edward poured the chocolate between my legs. Panic was filling my body at the thought of the stains, but I was quickly distracted my his mouth licking and sucking it off. His tongue plunging into me. I grabbed his hair and pulled on it so hard that I was surprised I didn't pull it out. "Edward!"

"You like that?" His muffled voice asked.

"Yes!" I screamed it so loudly that the drink glasses shook on the shelf.

Edward looked up and smiled brightly. "I'm going to make love to you now."

Love? I should feel frightened by that word, but instead it felt invigorating.

"Please," I whispered.

Edward entered me slowly. His movements were deliberate and gentle. Our eyes locked as we moved together. This wasn't just meaningless sex, but so much more. These feelings I had for him were romantic. I loved to be with him. Not just in moments like this, but just giggling with him at the coffee shop over Alvin and the Chipmunks singing Christmas songs.

"Bella—"

I held him tighter. "Yes?"

"You're my Christmas miracle, you know that?" He came into me with an expression of love on his face.

I think I loved this guy too. It was so quick though. My head was spinning happily.

Edward relaxed his head on my chest. His fingers played with my hair. "I guess I'm getting you a couch for Christmas."

"Yes. I think you are," I agreed. I stroked his head. "Can I ask you a question? It isn't bad or anything."

"Sure." He hugged me tightly.

"Why do you love Christmas so much? I mean you really love it in a way that borders on disturbing."

Edward chuckled into my chest. "I know. It's just that I'm making up for my childhood, I guess. My dad isn't like Uncle Carlisle. He is a very strict and proper man. Mother made sure the decorations were perfect and untouchable. There wasn't any fun music that I can remember, just lots of harp music. I opened Christmas presents with my nanny and those gifts were always things that I needed. Mittens and sweaters mostly with an occasional classical book. There isn't much a four year-old can do with a first edition of Moby Dick."

We didn't have much when I was growing up, but even after Mom left and moved out with her new husband, I still knew I was loved. The ornaments might have been handmade and the gifts bought on sale, but they were meant as an expression of the love our family felt for each other. Edward sadness was now mine as well. I felt sadness for the little boy trying to make Christmas joy on his own.

"I'm so sorry, Edward." I kissed the top of his lovely, rusty colored hair.

He looked up with a small smile. "Uncle Carlisle and Aunt Esme taught me how to really enjoy the holidays. I think I just go too far. Sorry."

"I love your crazy, Edward Cullen," I said.

Edward moved up and pulled me into his lap and I covered us up in a blanket that I had on the back of the couch. We snuggled and I felt warm, inside and out.

"Do you think someday you can love more than just my crazy?" Edward asked stroking my arm.

"Yes." It was a simple answer, but entirely true.

"We need a fireplace in our next place," Edward stated.I think he was talking mostly to himself.

I twisted around to give him a kiss his cheek.

"Miss Swan?"

"Yes, Mr. Cullen?"

"I need more of those kisses."

"As you wish."