December is winding down, and we're coming to the end of our little WitFits, but I have also signed up for January because this has been such an amazing experience. :)

I am gearing myself up for the fun times in NY for Edward and Bella in LNE, so this came to mind today with the prompt, but obviously…. this is NOT Late Night Encounters E & B lol

Enjoy

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative Fiction

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Blizzard

I knew this was going to be a long day the moment I woke up and saw the thick sheet of falling snow outside my hotel window.

I turned on the television to find that the Noreaster that had hit New York just yesterday had circled back and expected to drop another eight to ten inches before it fizzled out. Thereby closing portions of the highways and naturally, as my luck would have it, all flights had been grounded until further notice.

I needed to get out of New York. I needed to get home and back to normalcy. To get away from him.

This wasn't me at all. I didn't do things like this. The holidays had really gotten to me this year, the loneliness I hadn't felt in so long closing in on me full force.

Sitting at the bar that night, my only intention had been to get myself intoxicated enough to be able to fall asleep easily, but not so much that I couldn't function the next morning at the meeting I had to attend.

And that's where I saw him for the first time, seated alone at the far end of the bar, sipping the amber liquid in his glass and spinning what appeared to be a gold wedding band. It glinted each time the dim light from above him hit it as it spun. His gaze rose slowly after his palm flattened over it, suddenly stopping the spin, and met mine.

His eyes were sad and drawn, and I felt a pang in my chest at the distraught look on such a breathtakingly handsome face. He bowed his head in greeting, and I did the same.

Whether it was my loneliness or the alcohol, or the overwhelming combination of them both, I will never know. I stood at that moment, and made my way over to him.

"Troubles at home?" I asked softly, my legs swinging around as I turned on the stool toward the bar.

He let out a sad laugh and shook his head. "I guess that's one way of putting it."

I watched his eyes fall toward the bar, and I looked down to find a wrinkled sheet of paper in front of him set atop a manila envelope. From my years of working at the law firm in Seattle, there was no question in my mind what it was.

He had been served divorce papers, dated December 24th.

For Christmas?! Hell of a Merry Christmas wish, if you ask me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered softly, averting my eyes.

"I knew it was coming. We got married for all the wrong reasons. We didn't want the same things," he replied in a tired, strained tone and my gaze moved over to his long fingers turning his ring repeatedly between them. "I just hoped we would work it out."

"How long were you married?" I inquired curiously, looking at the ring that didn't even show the slightest hint of tarnish. Then realizing as he glanced over at me how rude the question was, I shook my head in embarrassment. "Sorry, that is absolutely none of my business. Forgive me."

"No, it's alright. We were only married for six months. She left a month ago," he said gently, offering me the hint of a heartbreaking smile. "I just wasn't expecting it so soon, and definitely not when I was bringing Alexis her presents. I hadn't seen her since Maria left. No kid should be without Christmas, regardless of the situation."

"You had children?" I asked in shock.

"Oh... no," he chuckled softly but his smile had completely vanished. "Alexis isn't mine, she's seven. She's from my wife's previous marriage. It's very easy to become attached to children, even if they aren't biologically yours though. You know?"

I nodded mutely and bit my lip, remembering my mother's many boyfriends over the years and how I still had contact with a few of them even now as an adult, several years after the relationships themselves had ended.

"She wouldn't even let me see her. I could hear her crying for me inside, but Maria just handed me this and slammed the door," he said in a strained tone, the hint of tears in his eyes. Then he suddenly shook it off and looked over to me. "I apologize. I'm sure the last thing you need is some stranger unloading all his woes on you."

"We all need to talk once in a while. And sometimes it's easier to talk to someone completely unattached and unbiased to the situation," I replied gently, holding my hand out. "But if it will make you feel any better, hi, I'm Bella Swan."

A breathy chuckle escaped his lips and then brought his hand over to take mine. "Edward Cullen. Nice to meet you."

"There, now we aren't strangers anymore," I smiled at him, leaning forward on the bar and ordering us both another drink.

We talked for hours at that bar until last call was announced and began making our way back to our rooms. I found myself so intrigued by him in just the last few hours, that I couldn't imagine what could be so horribly wrong with him that after six months, his marriage was over. He was not only sinfully good looking, but intelligent, compassionate and thoughtful, easy to talk to, and even funny at times.

When we reached my door, we stood in an awkward silence for a moment, just staring at each other. Unsure of what to say or do.

"It was a real pleasure meeting you tonight, Bella Swan," he said softly with a genuine smile.

I returned one of my own and nodded. "It was a pleasure meeting you too, Edward Cullen."

He gave a quiet laugh at my return sentiment and began slowly leaning toward me. I closed my eyes in preparation, startling slightly when I felt his lips against my cheek instead. I returned the gesture but lingered there, inhaling his scent, feeling his body barely touching mine yet still causing my skin to tingle, and I shivered.

Would I ever see him again? Ever enjoy the pleasure of his company? Ever enjoy an evening like this again at all?

My lips brushed softly across his cheek and sealed with his before I could put any more thought into what we were doing.

Though he froze at first, he slowly began responding as my fingers gently wrapped around the back of his neck while the other gripped the lapel of his jacket to pull him closer. His body pressed mine against the door, his hands resting on either side of my shoulders.

"Come inside?" I asked against his lips, though it was less of a question than a desperate plea. He only nodded in response and I reached into my back pocket for my keycard, fumbling between unlocking the door and claiming those amazing lips with mine.

The door had barely closed behind us and I began tugging at his shirt as he removed his suit jacket. I had never felt such intense desire for any man before, yet I couldn't bear another minute without him close to me, inside me.

We tore at each other's clothes, even hearing the sound of fabric ripping in our haste until we were on my bed, naked and writhing. Wrapping my arms around him, I rolled him over onto his back, straddling his hips and kissing him firmly as I sunk onto him.

We both groaned simultaneously as he filled me, his hands gripping my hips in response and pulling me downuntil we were flush against each other. Neither of us moved at first as we stared into the other's eyes, our lips brushing in soft kisses.

His strong hands began guiding my hips slowly over him while mine gripped the sides of the pillow beneath his head. The feeling was incredible as every movement thrust him deep inside me causing me to cry out each time. It had been so fucking long and this man was simply perfect. Not just in the way he fit inside me, but also the perfect rhythm he kept, lifting his hips to meet every single movement. I had never come from sex, though I had been very close at times... and I figured it would just be one of those times.

Which was fine... this felt amazing.

"Oh god yes... more... shit..." I panted as I sat up, arching my back and rolling my hips.

He growled and I swore I almost came from that sound alone, pulling me down sharply and causing me to gasp in pleasure. His hands took my waist and he rolled me over, holding himself up on his forearms and began fucking me hard. My breath caught and my back arched... God that felt fucking amazing.

This sweet, tender man was a fucking animal in the bedroom.

I took hold of my knees and pulled them toward my chest, feeling him sink deeper inside of me each time. Striking my clit and that spot inside of me with each thrust. Never had I been so thoroughly fucked... in a good way.

"Omigod Omigod Omigod, fuck!" I screamed as my head thrashed backward, my neck arching and my body shaking violently from the intensity of the orgasm wracking through me.

"I'm gonna come," he gritted through clenched teeth and reached my hands around his hips. Digging my nails into his ass to pull him even deeper and heightening the sensations of my own orgasm, we both cried out as we felt his follow a moment later.

Within minutes, he was gone.

Giving me one silent kiss goodbye, as he fastened the last button of his shirt, he walked out the door.

And now here I sat in the hotel lobby, check out time was an hour ago, and I was supposed to already be on a plane for Seattle. Yet I was stuck here until at least tomorrow.

I was fucked.

"Bella? I thought you were gone," I heard his voice and my eyes rose from my lap, meeting the green eyes that had haunted my dreams for the past three days.

"Um... no. Snowed in."

"So why are you in the lobby?"

I shrugged in embarrassment and looked down, shaking my head. "Just waiting to be able to leave."

"You've already checked out," he spoke in a knowing tone, and I saw his hand come into my view. "Come on, you can stay in my room. I can't leave you here in the lobby all night."

"No, I really couldn't..."

"You say 'impose', I just might scream," he said with a chuckle and I looked up at him again, noticing the exhausted appearance of him this time. "I promise, I'll be the perfect gentleman."

I placed my hand in his and he grabbed my bag, standing and making our way toward the elevators. Before we got there, however, I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a small hallway off to the side, pulling his lips to mine. My bag fell from his shoulder as his arms gripped tightly around my waist, kissing me heatedly.

"I don't want you to be a gentleman. I want you to do exactly what you did the other night," I purred in a deep sultry tone against his lips. "And this time, you can't leave."