a/n Thought of this one myself while listening to Christmas music from "Glee." It was one of those "duh" moments when you slap yourself on the forehead and wonder why you didn't think of it before. Merry Christmas, all! And if you don't celebrate Christmas, may your winter days be full of love and laughter amid the madness.

CHRISTMAS

Jacob had always been of the opinion that his wife was the superior of the two of them. He loved being married to a woman whose body temperature was elevated enough that she could wear short shorts in December. He loved that she had put those shorts on in the first place, instead of wearing some ugly sweater and jeans that hid her skin and curves from him.

He also loved that she was so excited about decorating her first Christmas tree, with supplies she herself had selected and purchased, that she was completely oblivious to the fact that he was totally eye-fucking her right now.

At the moment, she was standing with her hand on her hip, staring at the tree with her head cocked slightly to the side. She was so cute when she stood that way he just wanted to pick her up and squeeze her. But then she moved, stepping up onto her little stool to reach something. She was trying to fix the star. Her arms stretched up over her head, and he couldn't help but laugh when the mental image of what he was sure was to follow popped into his head.

"Hey," she squealed when he hoisted her up. She giggled a little and adjusted the star and patted his arm for him to set her down.

"I had this mental image of you leaning a little too far and taking the whole tree down," he explained, resting his hands on her hips. "I couldn't let that happen. You'd be sad." He grinned. "But it would have been really funny."

She gave his arm a light smack and turned in his arms to look up at the big Douglas fir. It was decorated in silver and white and blue, with white lights adding to the effect. It looked amazing, and completely perfect in their pristine, upscale living room.

He really had somehow landed a great life. For several minutes, he just glanced around the room, his eyes finally landing on his wife. She was staring back with a raised eyebrow.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" she asked, smiling.

"Nothing," he said, smiling slightly and pulling her against him. "It's just that nine years ago, I never would have imagined this much order in my life, you know? Things that are just normal and make sense."

"Like what?" She propped her chin on his chest and stared up, curious.

"I'm married. I have a nice house with nice furniture and a really cool Christmas tree," he added with a wink. She giggled. "I've got a steady job and a good income and we live pretty comfortably." He shrugged slightly. "It's just nice."

The look on her face was contemplative, and she had pulled the edge of her bottom lip between her teeth. A little crease appeared between her brows, and he recognized the worried expression she'd picked up from her mother. It was exactly the same. He cupped her face in his hands, smiling at her. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing's wrong," she said carefully. She reached up to lace her fingers through his, unable to really find the right words for the question she had.

She showed him images of them over the course of her life. Smiling, laughing, happy. Jacob watched his own face, never seeing any of the sadness in which he'd once existed. He could gather what she wanted to know.

"I really was that bad," he said honestly. "I couldn't see my life going anywhere near normal anytime soon." He grinned. "I really was shit without you." He could feel her remorse in the thoughts she still shared with him and he shook his head, a frown crossing his face. "Don't you be sorry," he murmured. "The way I look at it, I had to go through all that crap to get to you, and it was totally worth it." Sliding his arms down to her thighs, he hoisted her into his arms. "I love you," he murmured, pressing his face into her soft bronze curls. "You are the best thing in my life."

Her hands left his face so she could cling tightly to him. "I love you, too," she whispered. She buried her face in his neck, her lips pressing tiny kisses to the skin she found there.

"And the tree looks great, by the way," he said grinning. "You've got a gift."

"You're just saying that because you love me," she muttered, and he could feel her skin heat with her blush.

"Nope," he said. "It looks good. I tell you twice because I love you." And that said, he carried her upstairs to show her all the ways he could love her.

Two Weeks Later

Every year for seven years, Renesmee had made a tradition of launching herself onto Jacob's bed every Christmas morning. He would wake up and they would descend the stairs to find her parents waiting for them by the tree.

This year, the parents weren't showing up until noon and he woke up with his dick in his wife's mouth.

Merry fucking Christmas, indeed.

He groaned and let his still sleepy fingers find their way into her hair. She smiled up at him, winking, and he laughed. His laugh turned into a moan when she really went to work on him, and for several minutes, the only thing he could think of was her name and how good it felt.

Finally, she climbed up him to straddle his waist and she took him so deep inside her that his eyes rolled back into his head automatically.

"Fuck," he groaned, thrusting upward to meet her. He put his hands on her hips so he could have something under his hands to hold on to and followed her lead as she writhed on top of him. She was still naked from the night before and her full breasts bounced and jiggled.

It was moments like this that made Jacob extremely grateful to the imprinting gods for giving him a partner with an amazing body.

She flattened her legs against his chest so that she was more or less sitting on him and rocked back and forth, moaning, her long hair dangling between his legs and adding to the sensations. Jacob exhaled sharply, running his hands desperately up and down her legs.

Control. He needed control, before he lost any more. He wasn't ready to be finished yet.

Gathering his strength, he forcefully rolled her over. Her legs were still against his chest, and he used this to his advantage, leaving them propped on his shoulders. He held tight to her thighs, pushing them together. Something was off, and he attributed it to his height. So he reached up, grabbing a couple pillows and shoving them under her back. She was grinning up at him, excited to be taken this way, and it turned him on. With a groan, he slid easily back into her and she moaned loudly as he thrust deeply into her.

Later, while they stared across the pillows at each other, he let one hand find its way up to play with her bouncy ringlets. He loved her like this, with her eyes drooping and a lazy smile on her face. It made him want to give her everything she wanted.

And thinking of things she wanted…

Jacob rolled over and reached under the bed for the present he'd wanted to give her in bed.

"Merry Christmas," he said quietly, placing the flat box between them.

She quirked an eyebrow. "I thought we were waiting for my parents?" she asked.

"I wanted you to open this one now," he said softly.

A year ago, Jacob had started work on an old Shelby Cobra with the intent of restoring it for profit. It had paid off quite well, making it possible for him to give her something he'd wanted her to have for a while.

He put the vintage Harry Winston necklace on her himself, grinning from ear to ear at the sight. She loved vintage jewelry, and he loved staring at her when the only thing she wore was a diamond necklace. This one rested on the tops of her full, beautiful breasts, and with her hair as wild as it was after morning sex, she looked so far beyond beautiful that he could barely look at her. He still looked at her, though. She was so sexy.

She smiled across at him, lacing her fingers in his hair. "Do you want my Christmas present?" she asked, and her voice was mischievous.

"I thought you already gave it to me," he grunted, rolling her onto her back so he could stare at her. She laughed as he stared openly at her chest, bare save for the diamonds glinting there. Seriously, she didn't seem to understand his obsession with bedazzling her tits. It was the reason he'd gifted her glinting clip-on nipple rings.

"Nope," she said, and she climbed out of bed, reaching down for something. "It's probably better I give it to you before they get here, anyway." A minute later, a large pile of terrycloth material landed on his face. He frowned, confused.

"Thanks?" he said, and it was more of a question as he unpiled the robe.

She laughed. "It's not the robe, baby," she said, and her eyes twinkled. "But you need to put it on, and then I need you to trust me." She held up a blindfold, and he blinked.

"Seriously, why do I need to put anything close to clothes on?" he asked, exceptionally confused.

He received his answer a few minutes later. She rode his back and led him through the house, blindfolded, until they reached the back deck behind the garage, when she removed her hands and gently led him outside. He could hear the sleet, but he couldn't feel it. In fact, it sounded like there was a roof over his head.

No fucking way.

She whipped off the blindfold, and his eyes landed on a new Jacuzzi, bigger and deeper than the one at her parent's house—almost more like a shallow pool. It was sheltered by screens and a roof now. He had been out here yesterday, and it hadn't been here.

"When…" He pointed, and she laughed.

"This morning," she said, her eyes glimmered again. "My uncles are even faster when Seth helps them. This whole thing took the two of them thirty minutes." She shook her head in disbelief. "They really should go into the business."

Jacob's jaw dropped. He hadn't heard a thing. But then he thought back to how distracted he'd been…

She was still grinning. "You really didn't hear anything?" she asked, and he shook his head. She giggled. "They didn't think you would."

There was even room for up to six, she told him—or three wolves and their women, if they ever had the urge for company.

But for now, he was able to roll down some bamboo shades so that he could have privacy to have her, alone. He watched as she descended into the bubbling water, still wearing her necklace, and was once again grateful to the imprinting gods for a woman who gave him Jacuzzis with the intention of giving it to him naked. Legs spread, from what he could see. He was in the bubbles with her and inside her in under a minute.

It was the best Christmas he could remember having. It was a fairly uneventful day once they'd finally dried off and gotten dressed. Bella and Edward came over shortly after noon with Charlie and Sue, and the six of them opened presents together. From his in-laws, he received a thousand dollars credit for a parts dealer in Seattle so he could start work on a new project, having finished the Shelby last year. In the afternoon, the women disappeared to the kitchen to start working on dinner while the men watched a football game, Jacob and Charlie demolishing a case of beer. Dinner was served around five to those who would eat, and around eight, the house was empty again.

It was delightfully quiet, except for the sound of popcorn being shaken in a pan. Renesmee was making Jiffy Pop, something she had always been fascinated by as a kid and that she still loved. A few minutes later, she entered the living room, smiling, and handed him a beer before getting situated next to him, cozying up and turning to face the television. She smiled.

"I didn't know we had this," she said, nodding toward the screen where the menu page for a DVD of It's a Wonderful Life was looping.

"We didn't," Jacob said, and he was smiling, too. "Your dad snuck it to me earlier. We've never missed a Christmas night of watching this, and we're not going to start now." He lifted his arm and jerked his head slightly. "Get over here," he ordered.

She snuggled up under his arm, her warm little body burrowing into his side. She put the popcorn on her lap and peeled apart the foil. "I love this stuff," she said, taking a handful and shoving it in her face in a manner her father would have deemed unladylike. He thought it was kind of hot.

He started the movie, smiling slightly when she started to doze off halfway through, waking up for the ending when Jimmy Stewart was running down the street to his wife. She smiled lazily up at him, and he kissed the tip of her nose. "Love you," he said softly.

She smiled. "Love you, too." She leaned up to press a gentle kiss against his lips before pulling away just enough to whisper, "Merry Christmas, husband."

He grinned. "Merry Christmas, wife."

a/n Hope you liked it! Sorry it was last minute, but that's how my shopping was. Love reviews!