I do not own Edward and Bella, but I do own this limeade!

Chapter 26

- BPOV -

I woke up on Christmas Eve with a headache the size of Mount Olympus. Dr. Cullen had warned me that having migraines could be a side effect to the shots that my kidnappers had given me to keep me sedated. Honestly, I didn't give a shit, I gladly took the little white pills that Dr. Cullen had prescribed for the pain and went back to bed.

Dad had told me about our plans to spend Christmas day with the Cullens, given that I wasn't in the best health to cook, and that my Christmas Spirit kind of rivaled the Grinch's , I didn't mind it one bit. Oh and let's not forget the obvious reason to go to the Cullen's for anything, Edward would be there.

At least that way, neither of us had to make excuses - or lies - or miss anything - or sneak around - or get into trouble – or do anything really to see the other.

No cooking for me – no dying for him. It was a win-win for everybody involved.

I ended up spending the entire Christmas Eve day drifting in and out of sleep.

Best Christmas Eve ever.

When Edward finally called, I was ecstatic to hear from him but I had taken another dose of meds not too long before and they were starting to have an adverse effect on my ability to stay awake and coherent. I might have invited him to come snuggle with me. I wasn't quite sure if I had dreamed parts of our conversation or not, but I wanted to sleep as much as possible so that I could enjoy some sort of Christmas tomorrow.

I missed him so much. Thankfully, the meds had made me fuzzy and sleepy so after we spoke, I didn't have much time to over-think anything. Part of me was pretty hopeful that he would make good on his proposal – my invitation.

Waking up in Edward's arms on Christmas morning was overall the best gift ever. Like, out of all of the things that a person could ask for, it was better than getting a bike, or a pony, or even one of those blankets with sleeves thingies like Jasper got Alice last year.

Those things are awesome by the way.

His rhythmic breathing and warm breath bathing the back of my neck in warm steady tickles over the sensitive skin stirred up familiar yearning in my belly. It felt good to have those feelings again.

No matter how stupid it sounds, being horny after all that I had gone through was the one thing that soothed me. It reminded me that I would be OK, that everything would, with time, go back to normal. Well, as normal as anything could ever be with me.

Having Edward laying with me in his arms felt familiar and warm and fun and just like it should be. Just like everything used to be.

Thankfully, the headache had subsided. If it weren't for the throbbing in my muscles, I would have turned around to face him, kissed him senseless and made him forget his own name.

As physically and emotionally tired as I was, all that I could do was think about how his body was wrapped up around mine. We fit so well together.

His arm was draped around me and his hand was settled sweetly on my stomach, lifting and falling with each of my breaths. I reached for his hand and took it in mine, examining it in the dull light I had left on in my room. It was soft, the finger tips a bit calloused and the fingers themselves were long and slender. I smiled as memories of what those fingers did to my body and how they could make me feel.

I was getting hot and bothered and, as inappropriate as it was, I desperately wanted a release. I had his hand in my hand and all I could think of was how it felt when Edward would touch me with that hand so I slipped it under the elastic waist band of my panties and settled it on my pubic bone.

"Bella, What are you doing?" He whispered as he took his hand away and put it back on my belly.

Shit.

"I was just..." shit, shit "you smell so good and... ehm... you're here and your arms... oh god" I might have moaned or groaned a little "I'm just really horny." I sighed.

I didn't think it was normal to have those kind of wants or needs or reactions at that very moment, but I did, and I needed to feel good.

If Edward wouldn't have been in my bed, feeling the way I did, I would have probably done the next best thing. Even as stiff as I was, I still had hands and fingers, oh, and let's not discount my bunny.

You can never discount the bunny. Merry Christmas to me.

"Mmm, Baby, don't you think you should settle down a little?"

"Edward," I fake-whined in a low throaty voice "I want to feel good, please make me feel good"

"I don't think-"

"Edward," I cut him off before he could finish his thought "If you won't do it, I will." And then, I unceremoniously slipped my hand all the way down the front of my panties for good measure.

His body stiffened behind me. Part of it was probably due to the fact that I had never been too forceful with him before, or maybe it might have been because I was unabashedly going to get myself off in front of him whether he wanted me to do it or not.

He recovered pretty quickly, tightened his grip around my waste and hummed in approval in my ear. Apparently, seeing your girlfriend finger herself is a turn on. Who would have thought.

Edward slipped his hand under my shirt and ever so slowly skimmed the skin of my belly with his fingers sending shivers all the way down to my toes. His hands were gentle and soft as they trailed up, up, and over my ribs to the soft flesh under my breasts. I moaned in anticipation as I felt myself getting wetter with his touch. I spread my legs a little, shifting one leg so that it leaned on top of his to give me better access at my slit.

Our breathing was growing erratic and his arousal was clearly evident, pressing against my back. Every time he shifted, he hummed into my neck, making the sensitized skin dimple in goosebumps.

I whimpered when Edward's hand finally cupped my breast. His dick getting harder than it was behind me, twitching on it's own accord, giving me a heads up that yeah, it's there. Like I wouldn't know.

I took my hand out of my panties and reached behind me. I could feel his arousal through the thin layer of flannel of his pajama pants. I moaned and bit my lip to stifle it.

So hard. For ME. Such a fucking turn on.

I lowered his pants graciously with one hand and with his help, and took his length into my hand. I stroked him up and down as he thrust into my hand a few times before I settled his dick between my thighs and returned my own hand into my panties, and my fingers onto my swollen clit.

He ground himself into the softness of my thighs and peppered kisses down the length of my neck. I moved my hair with my other hand to give him better access at my neck and shoulders as he nipped and kissed and licked his way up and down and around. His breath tickled the skin deliciously, I had to bury my face into my pillow to stifle more groans and moans.

It would have been a shame for Charlie to wake up to find us in bed together after all.

Edward's thumb traced lazy, deliberate circles around and on top of my nipples making me arch into his hand.

My clit got more and more sensitive with every stroke and I could feel my release building, making the tightening in my belly and the undeniable want so close. So fucking close. When Edward's fingers pinched and pulled at my nipple a bit roughly, I completely lost it and came hard, calling his name and some expletives into my pillow.

He presses more kisses behind my neck and under my ear and my thighs tighten around his dick as he thrust a final time, getting his own release. He bit and sucked at a certain spot to stifle his own voice, giving me a fucking hickey.

We stayed tangled up into each other for a few minutes until is cum leaked down my thigh a little and I giggled. He handed me a tissue so that I could clean myself up as he tucked himself away.

"Wow." I sigh, happy and sated.

"Wow for sure."

"Thank you."

"No, Thank you."

"Baby, that was the best Christmas present ever."

"I couldn't have said it better myself, Merry Christmas Bella."

I turn to him and we hug and hold each other on my bed.

"I should go before your dad wakes up."

I sighed and pulled him impossibly closer. "I don't want you to go but, I'll see you later, right?"

"Definitely." He replied while kissing my cheek in the sweetest way. I swooned at how sweet he truly was when he did these things since I knew he didn't do them for anybody else.

I told him I loved him as he rolled off of my bed, leaving me cold and craving his warmth.

When he stood next to me, looking at me like I was the only thing in the room, I think it made me love him even more. Then again, he was beautiful first thing in the morning, sex hair-every day hair, deep green eyes crooked smirk and all.

I smiled when he leaned down, hovered over me and gave me a sweet chaste kiss on the lips, then the tip of my nose and then my forehead.

I watched him crawl out of my bedroom window and disappear into the night before falling asleep with a smile on my lips, missing his body heat but feeling fulfilled and loved.

A/N: A huge thank you to everybody reading and reviewing. Keep the reviews coming, I read them and reply and appreciate them very much. It's nice to know that people are reading my musings.

Thank you to Scrimmy for being there. I love you, even when you try to corrupt me with your personal experiences. :o)