24
The Hunk
Edward loves Christmas.
Seeing as it's their first Christmas together, he wants to make it one Bella will never forget. He's got a lot of work to do, and he's going to need everyone's help in executing it.
He starts on Christmas Eve morning. Ridding Bella of her shorts is the easy part. Fitting himself between her thighs without waking her up is the hard part. Once he's in place, he leans down and whispers in her ear. "Sugar."
"No. Too early. Go back to bed," Bella grumbles.
"I bet I can give you a reason to wake up."
"I bet you can go get a bottle of lotion out of the bathroom and take care of that reason."
Edward chuckles, his thumb finding her clit.
"Not me, silly."
"Hmm. Fine, do what you want, I guess." She tries hard not to smile but fails miserably.
Edward strokes her nice and slow while whispering filthy things in her ear.
"All I'd have to do is push my boxers down a little, and I'd be buried inside your tight pussy."
He bites her nipple through the thin fabric of her nightshirt, and Bella molds herself to him.
"Honey," is a soft plea falling from her lips.
"I know we aren't ready yet, but I can still fantasize, and it would be rude if I didn't share."
He's three fingers deep when he whispers in her ear again. "I dream about taking you from behind. My hands on your perfect hips, controlling how fast or how slow we go. I'll go so slow it'll drive you insane. I think that's the only time you'll ever have to beg for my love, Sugar."
"Edward."
"Not now, Bella. I'm having fun." He chuckles as his hand speeds up. "Hmm. How about the shower? I want you soaking wet from head to toe. I'll kneel down and toss your leg over my shoulder. You'll thank those little rubber ducky stickers on the bottom of the tub that make it slip-proof. I'll bury my face in your pussy until you're screaming and begging me to just fuck you already ... and I will, Sugar. I'll fuck you so good."
Bella's screams are unintelligible and so loud Edward worries for a second that his parents might hear her. Nah, there's a lot of concrete and plaster separating them ... hopefully.
Shrugging to himself, he crawls up Bella's body and kisses her slowly, letting her suck on his tongue. He loves that she loves to taste herself.
His girl might be a little kinky. He can't wait to find out.
"Hmm. Good morning, Sugar."
"I'll say. Good morning, Honey." She smiles.
"How are you feeling?"
"Pretty damn good at the moment. You?"
"I'm so happy. I love Christmas, and I love you. I get both things I love all in one place."
Bella rubs the side of his scruffy face. "How did I get so lucky? What are the chances that someone like you moved to this town of all places and right next door? You've changed my life so irrevocably." Her eyes glisten with emotion.
"Luck didn't have anything to do with it. We have fate working for us. My life was empty before we met. I've been waiting for you, and without a doubt, you are my life now."
Their moment is interrupted by Bella's doorbell ringing.
Edward groans. "That would be my mom. She's very excited to do the whole girl-time cookie-baking thing. Are you sure you'll be okay without me?"
"I like your mom. She's easy to be around, and I know Rose. Hopefully, Esme can bake better than your sister though because I'm going to need all the help I can get." Bella jumps up and starts for the bathroom.
"Where do you think I learned everything I know?"
"I don't know. School?" she calls.
"Smartass."
Edward gets dressed and opens the door for his bright-eyed and bushy-tailed mother.
"Edward, sweetheart. Did the two of you oversleep? I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"Calm down, Ma. We were up, just talking about the day and shit-stuff."
Esme's eyes narrow, but she doesn't say anything. He's an adult—he can say what he wants, but at the same time, he doesn't like to be disrespectful.
"Will Bella be down soon? I can't tell you how excited I am to get started on the cookies. Did you already close the blinds in the kitchen?"
Edward nods. "All the supplies are sitting in my guest room. Dad and I are going to get started instead of waiting for Emmett. Who knows what time that blockhead is going to roll out of bed?" he jokes.
"I highly doubt you'll be doing any strenuous work, but what you are doing sounds wonderful. She's going to love it." Edward's mom pats his cheek, making him feel like a kid again.
"She's going to love what?" Bella asks, bouncing down the stairs.
Edward tries not to watch her tits. He shouldn't be pervy with his mother present.
"It's Christmas. You don't get to ask questions, Sugar."
"But, Honey." She gives him her best pout.
Edward has to look away. "Don't you Honey me. It's Christmas. Let me have a little secrecy, please?"
"The two of you are so sweet you make my teeth ache." Esme sighs.
"Aren't we though?" He laughs. "All right, give me a kiss, Sugar. I'll see you in a couple hours."
Bella gives him what he wants before dragging his mom to the kitchen.
"Esme, I hope you're ready because I've got enough supplies to make an entire gingerbread colony."
Edward smiles when he hears his mom clap with excitement.
"I willingly accept your challenge, Bella."
Edward goes to find his dad and wait for Emmett.
o.O. .o.O.o
"Em, drop the staple gun."
"Come on, Carlisle. It's hard to fuck anything up with a staple—shit."
Edward rolls his eyes and stomps through the snow. He snatches the staple gun out of his brother-in-law's hands and points to the windows.
"You better stay quiet. If you ruin this for me, so help me God. Rosalie won't have to worry about offing you because I'll do it myself."
Emmett throws his hands in the air, and one is now sporting a staple in its palm.
"Lips are sealed."
They've been at it for hours, so they're all freezing at this point.
Edward can't feel his toes or his nose, but seeing the look on her face will make it all worth it.
"Edward, I think that was the last of 'em," his dad says.
"Really? Are you sure? I thought I got more than that?"
"Son, there's plenty. I don't think we could fit any more if we tried. Let's get something hot to drink, and then we'll go meet our girls."
They stomp the snow off of their boots before entering Edward's house, and he realizes just how much time he spends with Bella. Edward's cupboards and fridge are sparse.
"Uh. Sorry, guys. I have coffee but no cream," he says, closing the fridge.
He'll deal with the moldy take-out boxes later ...
"I guess that will have to do," Emmett says as if he has another choice.
Carlisle agrees.
While the coffee is brewing, Edward finds clean cups and searches for the sugar.
He smiles like a loon when he finds the small Tupperware bowl Bella had lent him the night she first opened her door for him all the way.
After they warm up, the men decide to head next door, planning to devour the gingerbread village the girls were supposed to have been working on.
Edward walks in and calls out for Bella just like always. All he can hear is giggling and squealing coming from the kitchen.
"At least, they aren't at each other's throats," Emmett comments, making his way to the kitchen table that's completely filled with cookies.
Bella is rubbing dark blue icing all over Rosalie's face.
"I cannot believe you just did that." His sister laughs, picking up a piping bag filled with pink icing.
"Rosalie, please. I didn't mean to." Bella backs up to the pantry.
"You didn't mean to smash a bunch of icing on my face? I highly doubt that."
"What the hell is going on here?" Edward laughs.
"Honey, your sister is trying to give me an icing facial," Bella cries, pointing to his sister.
"She just ruined my makeup."
"You totally put a spoonful of cookie dough in my cleavage!"
"Hey now, what's this I hear about tits and cookie dough?" Emmett asks, spewing crumbs everywhere.
Edward punches his brother-in-law in the arm.
"Well, if they weren't hanging out, begging for something sweet, I wouldn't have been tempted." Rosalie giggles.
Both girls are laughing to the point of tears while Edward's mom just looks on.
"I lost control of this a long time ago." She sighs. "Edward, you never should have introduced them to one another."
"It was all Bella's idea." He shrugs, sliding past his sister so he can see his girl. "Hi, Sugar."
"Hi, Honey. I made you a cookie," she tells him, biting her lip in an effort to hide a mischievous smile.
"I saw that you made about twenty dozen cookies."
"No. She literally made you a cookie." Rosalie says as their mother wipes her face off with damp paper towels.
Bella pulls him to the table and points to a cookie in the middle. It's a caricature of Edward, complete with scruff and—
"Sugar, why would you decide to showcase my serial-killer smile?"
Bella giggles. "Because it's my favorite."
"Just for that, I'm not giving you your Christmas Eve gift."
"Oh, come on. I've been waiting all day," she cries.
Edward leans in and whispers in her ear.
"You better be glad my entire family is here."
"Oh. So my gift is that kind of present?"
"Bella, stop looking at my brother like you're about to hump his leg. Ed, get over here and decorate your cookie for Bella."
"Oh, no. There's a reason we don't sell decorated goods at the bakery." He shakes his head. "I am not even one percent as talented as Bella in this department."
"Come on, Honey." Bella giggles and whispers into his ear. "Decorate my cookie, and I'll let you eat mine later."
"Sugar," Edward warns, pulling her closer.
"Edward, stop trying to hump your girlfriend in front of company," Emmett chides.
Bella pulls out of his embrace and pushes him toward the counter with all the decorating supplies.
Edward messes up multiple times before he finally decides to give up on portraying Bella and go a different route.
"Aw, I love it, Honey." Bella smiles.
Where Edward lacks in drawing, he more than makes up for it in penmanship. Sure, his heart is a little wobbly. But the words are perfect if he says so himself.
Sugar + Honey 4-EVER
