Edward Cullen's 12 Days of Christmas Chapter 10 – On the Tenth Day of Christmas

Prompts (#19 Striped socks and loose ornaments & #20 Rule of winter #528)

Day 10

Santaward's POV!

Ever had a day where if it could go wrong it did? Well, that was today, day ten, for me. Last night had been amazing. Bella's little striptease nearly had me coming apart at the seams. It took everything I had to not let go of that chair. But, it seemed like she had planned it out so I didn't want to let her work go to waste. Besides, I got to see her dance in a way that should have been illegal.

Then, the sex was just fuck…there aren't words to describe how hot and tight her little pussy is. And, while it seemed a waste to not release inside of her, seeing and feeling me all over her skin is just erotic. It was just another way I could claim her as mine. I knew she was on the Depo shot, so I didn't have any worries if I had cum inside of her, but knowing she was coated in my juices was sexy.

Coating her was like claiming her as mine. While others couldn't see it, I knew that I'd been there and that she was all mine. We hadn't actually said the boy/girlfriend words but we had said more than that. It was like we didn't have to label ourselves with the significant other titles. We just knew we were…

Anyway, back to my horrible day. I felt like I had just walked out of the pages of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day or something. It all started when I woke up. I slid out of Bella's bed and went to go to the bathroom, only the leg of the dresser jumped out and attacked my pinky toe! I swear it was trying to rip the fucker off! My girlish scream cued Bella to my distress and she woke up with a start.

When she heard my accusation about her overly aggressive dresser she burst out laughing, doubled over with tears streaming down her cheeks. I shot her a look then hobbled to the bathroom, careful to keep an eye out for any more furniture on the prowl for my delicious man meat.

Once I was in the bathroom it got worse. My raging morning wood was making pissing near impossible so I had to sit like a fucking chick just to take a piss. It was damn near degrading being unable to piss like the man I was.

So, I got done and washed up, brushed my teeth and about gagged. One of Bella's hairs had somehow gotten tangled in the bristles. Can we say fuck my life? I thought about showering but was afraid of slipping and having to be carted to the hospital stark naked, freezing my branch and pine cones off on the ride. Shaving was also out of the question, fearful that my razor would suddenly decide that it was time to slit my throat or something.

Getting dressed was uneventful, thank god. Bella informed me of her plan to get items for the kids off of their Letters to Santa. It was a great idea and helped me to forget the shitty start to the day. We headed out, me singing Christmas carols in my head.

My first carol, Jingle Bells, was interrupted by the car driving by the road as we were waiting at the crosswalk. Apparently it chose to head directly for the pothole that was full of melting sludge from the previous two days of snow. The icy, dirty sludge was sprayed up and we jumped back, but not before my pants were splattered with the mess. I contemplated going back home for new clothes but had a feeling that this was just the start of karmic debauchery that was headed my way.

Bella and I scanned the lists as we rode the train downtown to the department stores. We picked out two items from each list that the kids would be receiving. When I saw Jacob's list, however, I eyed her in a speculative manner.

"I already asked Carl about it and he said it was ok," Bella told me so I just shrugged my shoulders and went back to perusing the lists.

We arrived at the first department store and it was a fucking madhouse. It was already December 22, and only three more days until Christmas, so what did I truly expect? I started up another of my Christmas mood carols in my head, Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, to distract from the total terror of the store. Not twenty feet into the store, some old man with an oxygen tank, riding a rascal, ran into me almost knocking me down. I felt the basket of the cart slam into the side of my knee and I had to bite back the scream that threatened to erupt. Maybe he hadn't seen me.

I righted myself and he looked up at me apologetically then steered his way right over my left foot, bumping along as he used me for a speed bump. The internal cursings were threatening to escape but I swallowed them and continued singing… Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say HO HO HO…

Bella was on a roll, grabbing item after item and checking them off the lists. I followed behind her pushing the cart and watching her sweet little ass. As I moved from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer to Walking in a Winter Wonderland, I became aware of loud screaming and scuffling. I quit singing as I slowed, passing by two women who were wrestling over a toy. Apparently it was the last one.

I was half tempted to tell them the real holiday spirit speech that I have used in the past but something about their expressions made me keep my mouth shut. I kept watching, though, almost slowing to a stop right by them. Bella had turned to look on also, awed at these two 'ladies' who were acting like freaking hyenas over a scrap of carcass.

One of the women was obviously larger in build and she was winning the tug of war for the toy. She finally wrenched it from the smaller lady's hands but her grip wasn't good enough. The toy flew from big girl's hands and flew right into my face, almost knocking me down.

OH GOD! MOTHERFUCKING SHIT FUCKIN A! THAT SHIT FUCKING HURT! I thought to myself as I reached up to check my nose to see if it was bleeding. It wasn't…yet…so I hurried away from the evil hose beasts who had attacked me with the toy and into another department.

Bella was there instantly, checking over my face for any injuries. I felt her soft hands caressing my skin and her lips as they kissed away the pain. Ahhhh Bella. She was truly an amazing woman and I was glad that she was mine. I hadn't specifically asked her to be my 'girlfriend' but I just assumed after our near declarations the other night that she was. Bella was talking to me about something but I was lost in her big chocolate eyes. They were like deep pools of molten manna. Staying in the holiday spirit wasn't hard this year with her to celebrate with me. Today was proving extremely difficult already and it wasn't even lunchtime yet but, Bella was here and she was kissing me, making me feel better. I assured her I was fine even though my nose felt like someone had attacked it with a Whack-a-mole bat.

We decided to head to another store to finish up our shopping and headed to the god awful checkout lines. There were people bickering in front and behind of us but I just stood there, my hands on the handle of the cart, and Bella nestled against my chest. It wasn't hard to keep calm as I buried my face in her hair, which smelled of warm strawberries.

We finally got through the line and decided to stop at a little pizzeria before the next store. Bella sat down with the bags and I placed our order and got our drinks. When our slices were ready, I got them and tried to head back to the table amidst all the people crammed in the dining area. Well, our pizza made it as far as the front of my sweater due to some fucking idiot who wasn't looking where he was going. He slammed right into me causing the plates to flip up and the slices to stick to the front of me.

I almost started screaming every obscenity known to man but bit my tongue, told the bastard it was ok, and started singing We Wish You A Merry Christmas very loudly in my head. I looked at Bella who was wearing a look of apology and just smiled at her. The guy behind the counter had witnessed what had happened and fixed us two new slices while I tried, unsuccessfully I might add, to remove said pizza from my front. Again, can you say FUCK MY LIFE?

I took the fresh slices and headed to the table, my eyes cautiously on the lookout for anymore bastards that wanted to ruin more of my clothes. None got in my way thankfully. I put the plates on the table then stripped off my sweater, balled it up, and threw it in one of the bags. Bella was watching me carefully but I just smiled at her and started eating.

It was days like this that made the Christmas spirit hard to keep up. But, then I'd remember my mom and how she'd always make the best of every holiday; or the kids at Miss Esme's that didn't have homes but still enjoyed the holidays; and many other experiences over the years that had taught me to be thankful for the time I did have and the people in my life. I was glad to be sharing one of those memories with Bella.

She had gotten so into the Christmas spirit and it made my heart warm to know that I had something to do with it. I remember the first Christmas that Bella was living next door; she moved in about two weeks prior to it. I'll never tell her that I heard her but I did. Her side of the wall had been very quiet all morning long, not even the shutting of cupboard doors or the washing of dishes. I heard her TV once or twice but it was always quiet after a few minutes of the holiday programming. Then the tears began. I could hear her sobs through the wall and it broke my heart.

I found myself pressed against our adjoining wall crying silently with her, my heart shedding tears for the poor girl next door. I didn't know her but for anyone to cry on Christmas was not a good thing. I wanted to go next door and comfort her but would have looked like a stalker or something instead of a caring neighbor.

After that day I tried to approach her, to get to know her, to find out what had hurt her so bad that day…but I was a chicken shit. I did try to time my entrances and exits from the building to coincide with hers though. Who would have thought that my pathetic crush beginnings would turn into me being with the most beautiful person?

After Bella and I ate quietly, we headed out to one more store. Bella said she had to get Jacob's present. When we entered the pet store I was sure she was mistaken. She assured me that she had talked to Carl and he approved the gift saying that it would be good for Jacob.

We completed our purchase and headed to the train station. I carried as many of the bags as I could so that Bella could cradle the purchase for Jacob. Before we could get to the station I was sprayed, once again, by dirty road sludge. Bella had been spared from the splash by me throwing my back to the mess and shielding her. The look in her eyes when it happened was a mixture of amazement and pity. Pity was the emotion I was going for after all the debauchery that I had encountered today. I just wanted to get home, wash, and put on clean clothes.

Finally on the train, Bella sat down and I placed the bags in the seat next to her as I reached for the bar to hold on. Well, ladies and gentlemen, the icing on the cake was on that bar, or should I say the gum… I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the bar only to find a massive wad of used bubble gum stuck to the top of the bar where no one would have ever seen it.

That time I had to close my eyes and slowly count to ten…several times…so I didn't blow a gasket on the train. I removed my defiled fingers from the toxic waste above and pulled out my handkerchief. I was suddenly grateful that my mom had gotten me into the habit of always having one. I tried my best to remove all traces of the offending person's mouth and vowed to bleach my skin when I got home.

We finally made it back to my apartment without any other incidents and I stripped immediately and headed for Bella. She must have sensed me coming because she set her possessions down and turned just in time to collide with me, a tangle of limbs, tongues, and increasingly hot breathy moans.

Her hands reached for my shirt and I ripped it off for her to have better access. Next she made work of my pants and, when I was successfully stripped and standing at full mast for her, I decided that she was wearing entirely too many articles of clothing. I tried to make quick work of her wardrobe without demolishing it. Hot sex may be made even hotter by ripping off a pair of panties or a bra, but I think that pants and shirts are supposed to stay intact.

I had dropped to my knees and just snatched her jeans down her legs when I discovered her socks, knee high green and red striped socks. I looked up at her and quirked my eyebrow. Bella blushed and looked a bit embarrassed and I just pursed my lips and shook my head.

"There's something about those socks that are just sexy… Leave. Them. On!" I practically demanded and Bella sounded like she whimpered an affirmation.

As I stood back up my tongue darted out and left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, from her slit to her neck. Bella was panting and her eyes were half lidded. I hoped like fucking hell that she was ready for the royal debauchery of fucking that was about to commence because I didn't know if I could go slow or sweet tonight. After the fucktastic day I had been ushered through, I needed some good ole grunge fucking for the soul. I swear that shit was better than chicken soup!

But, before the grunge fucking could commence, I needed some oral therapy to get me in the mindset after the fuckery I'd experienced. I wrapped my hand around the long braid Bella had put her hair in and told her to get on her knees. She got a wicked grin across her face before complying. Damn she looked good on her knees staring at my hard-as-titanium dick. Now, for the pleasure…

"Lick it," I commanded her, tilting her head back so she could look at me.

I wanted to make sure she was ok with what I was doing. The sexy as fuck hot wink she gave me while licking her lips slowly, let me know she was all for whatever I had planned for tonight. That was a good thing because I was pretty sure she wouldn't have agreed if I had told her I was going to fuck her ten ways from Sunday so good that she would be walking bowlegged for three days to come.

Now, where was I… Oh yeah, licking my pole…

"I said lick it," I repeated myself and Bella pulled against my grip in her hair to look up at me, a smartassed smirk beginning to appear on her face.

"What about rule of winter number five-twenty-eight?" she asked as the slyness took over in her voice.

"And what rule might that be? I asked, one of my eyebrows raised expectantly.

"Don't lick flagpoles, street signs, mailboxes, or playground equipment. And, if I dare say it, I believe the object in question that you are requesting licked could actually constitute a flagpole or playground equipment."

I bit back a chuckle and played along. "And why would you say that, my love?"

"Well, it is quite fun to slide down and seesaw on, constituting the playground equipment. And, it's definitely large enough to hang a flag from…"

"In that case, why don't you just forget rule number five-twenty-eight, since we are indoors of course, and slide your pretty little mouth over said flagpole then later, seesaw on it until you can't move?"

Bella didn't even respond. Instead she opened that hot little mouth of hers, licked her lips, and slid them home around my flagpole. My head dropped back as my hand tightened its grip on her braid. Fuckshitgoddamn this woman was fucktastic at what she did.

I had to look at her mouth in action so I refocused my gaze on her lips, her closed eyes, and her cheeks as they tried to hollow out around my cock. I wasn't going to last long and I knew it for sure when her teeth began to graze ever so lightly up and down my hardened length.

Bella had only been at her task for a few minutes when I pulled her mouth off of me. I was about to start fucking it and wanted to fuck something else on her before the night was over. If she had kept going, I wouldn't have been making an appearance in her tight little pussy at all.

Using her hair as leverage, I pulled her somewhat gently up to her feet and turned her around, pushing her over against one of my end tables. Bella's arms flew out to brace herself, knocking a basket of ornaments to the floor. Thank fuck they were shatterproof.

I leaned over her and whispered in her ear. "Hold on tight," before gripping her hips and invading her hungry pink slit. Bella screamed out and I pulled back, thrusting in again with equal force. My legs were trembling with desire to speed up and who was I to deny them what they so wanted?

I lowered myself into a deeper squat and started to slam into Bella with everything I could muster, fucking the depravity of the day away. We were a symphony of moans, groans, grunts, utterances, and the occasional curse word as our skin slapped steadily away against each other.

My toes curled against the floor, trying to hold my impending release off for a while longer but my cock and balls had another plan entirely. I loosened my grip on one of her hips and snaked my hand under her, finding her throbbing clit with ease. Bella screamed out when I pinched it, cascading her over the falls and into the thundering current of her orgasm. I followed her over the crest, colliding with the tormenting waves of pleasure as I rode out my release.

We stayed locked together for a moment but I guessed that Bella was probably uncomfortable sandwiched between me and my table, so I stood up and pulled her up to me, kissing her sweetly as my hands slowly caressed her skin.

When we finally parted I began to pick up the scattered ornaments and Bella skipped off to the kitchen wearing only her little elf socks, as she began to prepare some macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes for a filling comfort food dinner. We ate in nakedness once again then curled up on the couch, under a blanket, and drifted off to sleep watching It's a Wonderful Life.

The last thought that crossed my mind, as I thought about the gift that Bella really was to me, was 'Merry Christmas to me…"