Christmas morning was everything that Bella could imagine as a perfect ending to her holidays as a human with her family. The presents perfectly suited everyone; Charlie, Renee, and Phil were utterly charmed by the Cullens, and to top it all off, she had the love of her life with her every moment she desired. She could have never imagined how meaningful it would be to have more time as a human just to exist side by side with all the families she loved.
"Thank you," she told Edward, sipping hot chocolate in the early evening hours. The day had been filled with snowball fights, Christmas stories, more caroling, and plenty of movies and pictures. "For everything. For convincing me to wait a little while longer. I'm going to do my best to remember these perfect days."
"I will help you remember any details that may fade," he promised, kissing her forehead gently. "And you're welcome, my love."
She looked up at him, loving warmth in her eyes. "I would like to take a walk before it gets too dark. I miss our cottage."
"A walk?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A run…and then perhaps some alone time," she whispered, going up on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. "Last night was torture."
"If you could be quiet…" he murmured, leaning down to find her lips once more.
"Take me to where I don't have to be."
Edward didn't hesitate, lifting her into his arms, wrapping a blanket around her, and sneaking out of the back door while the humans were distracted by the movie on the television.
It wasn't too long before they were back at the cottage. Edward lit a fire to warm his wife back up following their chilly run in the snow. He didn't want them missed for too long, but he also didn't want her to freeze.
Jacob knew he should leave things alone for now. He knew that going to the Cullen lands was inadvisable at the best of times, but especially when his blood was running so hot. He had endeavored to spend more time at home and had managed most of the day, but when he woke from a vivid dream with the taste of Bella on his tongue, he knew he had to seek her out. Best friends wished one another a Merry Christmas after all. It wouldn't be so against the boundaries she was insistent on setting.
He followed the most recent scent trail around their house and traced it back to a little cottage in the woods. Inside, he could hear her breathing and heartbeat, a beautiful sound, as well as the breaths from her bloodsucker. He was going to interrupt, but something told him to pause. Her heartrate was too quick, and they were separate from the family. Were they fighting? He could only hope so. He found a specific angle from which he could see inside the little house and sat to watch. He would be ready should things get too heated, there to save her from the monster that he knew would eventually appear.
Of course, as he sat there, he couldn't help but judge the house that Edward had given Bella. It was too ritzy, not at all her. The lines were too clean, the furniture too new and shiny, nothing like he would have provided for her. He had considered what their life would have been like together. He couldn't provide her with a lot, but she had never wanted much. She was a beautiful girl who liked simple things, and he loved that about her. And Edward—he didn't. He always wanted to give more and more, flaunting his money, not seeming to appreciate what was one of Bella's most admirable qualities, but Jacob did. He appreciated almost everything about her.
As we watched, he noticed Edward stoking the fire. Jacob scoffed. She wouldn't have to worry about a fire to keep her warm if he were there. He saw Edward's mouth twitch and he knew that the bloodsucker realized he was being watched. Jacob wondered if he would rat him out, but he didn't seem to even acknowledge him with a nod or a whispered, "Go away."
What was he playing at? Jacob decided to wait and see.
"Come over here," Bella implored, reaching out a hand for her husband. He dusted off his hands from handling the wood for the fire, and he smiled at her, one of the ones which made her breath hitch and her knees weak; she was grateful she was sitting down.
Edward sat next to her on the couch, a hand reaching to play with a section of her hair. She leaned into the touch for a moment before the fire that had been simmering in her became too much. She moved with a grace unlike her, quickly straddling him. He grinned, showing more teeth than he usually would around humans; it made her heartrate increase, though not in a negative manner.
"What do you want?" he asked her, voice sensual, hands ghosting over her bottom.
"You," she murmured.
"How?" He kneaded the flesh under his hands gently.
"Any way I can have you," she nearly panted, watching the darkening of his eyes.
"You once said nothing, no one, would stop you from being with me the way you intend. Is that still the truth?" he asked. She paused for a moment, searching his eyes. He was very intent on this for some reason, so much so that she really did ponder the question and why it may be posed in this context.
He wouldn't, she thought. But she realized—he very well may. Along with the desire for her husband, a rush of anger flooded through her. "It absolutely is. There is no one I want like you, and I want you to take me right now."
That was all he needed to hear. In the next moment, she found his mouth over hers, one hand cradling her jaw, the other wrapped around her waist. His passion matched hers, challenged it to grow, and she was more than happy to keep pace with him. Edward tipped her back, laying her out on the rug rather than the couch; still, he took a moment to put one of their throw pillows under her head, ever the gentleman. Bella had enough awareness to note he angled his body to block the window, further solidifying her suspicions that they weren't completely alone.
"Isabella," Edward growled. She felt the heat in her groin as she got wetter. "You are mine."
"I'm all yours," she vowed. "Please, I want you."
"No need to beg, my love. You know I will take care of you always. Forever."
She nodded vigorously, pressing her lips together to hold in more pleading words. She endeavored to find some modicum of control.
He undid the button of her pants and dragged the zipper down with his teeth. Having his face so close to her center had her whimpering. She grabbed his hair with both her fists, tugging as hard as she could; still, he didn't move.
"Easy, love, let me take my time with you." He pulled her pants down slowly, painstakingly so. Every drag of the denim on her skin sent her nerves going haywire. Finally, they were off. He took his cool fingers, gently running them up and down her legs. She had goosebumps, though not from the cold; the fireplace kept her warm enough. "Tell me exactly what you want, Isabella."
She blushed, biting her lip. Asking for intimate acts still made her embarrassed occasionally. "I want your mouth on me," she whispered.
"Where?" he pressed. "Here?" he kissed her neck. She hummed, tilting her head to the side to give him better access.
"Or here?" he kissed over her heart, fingers teasing the sides of her breasts over her sweater; the cashmere, though warm, was thin enough that she was still sensitive, his touch electrifying. She felt her nipples harden and knew that wouldn't escape her husband's notice.
"Maybe here?" he kissed the dip near her hip bone, exposed as her sweater rode up. She was breathing heavily, mouth open, and she knew she was soaked.
"Or, perhaps…" Then his mouth was on her, still over the fabric of her underwear, but his tongue was working her clit nonetheless. She mewled, his hair in a vice grip as she held him tightly to her.
"Fuck, Edward, yes!" she moaned. "Please, I need to feel you!"
"I couldn't deny you if I tried, love. Not with how sweet you taste on my tongue."
She blushed at his words before hearing the tearing of fabric, a sound she had become familiar with over the past few months, and then his cold tongue was directly on her, moving over her clit in quick, light strokes. She jumped, startled, even though it was exactly as she had asked, but he held her firm with one hand. His other snaked beneath her, then she felt his fingers at her entrance. One entered, followed quickly by the second. Once they began to curl, rubbing against her front wall and the spot there that sent tingles to her toes, she felt herself get close rapidly. It wasn't long before the feeling overwhelmed her in a crescendo; spurled along by a growl which vibrated through her core, it was only moments, and she was nearly screaming out his name. His tongue and fingers slowed but continued to move, dragging out her orgasm until she halted his movements by grabbing his wrist.
"Too much?" he asked, though he had become confident enough in their lovemaking to not think that he had hurt her. She shook her head.
"I need you inside me," she gasped out. "Now."
Without another word, he was out of his clothes and sliding into her slick heat. He let out a deep, rumbling snarl that had Bella raking her nails down his back in excitement. Though she had just come, she felt the tension begin to build again.
"I love you," he rasped into her ear. "More than anything or anyone. I would burn this world for you."
She knew in her heart it was true, and it made her soar to know that her feelings were reciprocated by the person she cared for most.
"You're the only one I want, the only one I need," she gasped out. "I love you so much."
The rest of their time was spent mostly without words, only moaned names, a few instances of "faster" or "harder" or "please." It was when Edward rose, looping Bella's legs over his arms while leaning forward so her knees were near her chest that the atmosphere completely changed. He was incredibly deep, and she felt the intensity from head to toe. She tumbled over the edge with a surprised shout, and Edward soon followed, called to orgasm by the pulsating of his wife's walls around him.
In the aftermath, they held one another close. Edward spooned behind her so that Bella was facing the heat from the fireplace while his cool skin was against her back. Though they were both slick with their mixed fluids, she rarely felt as comfortable as she had then.
That was, of course, until she heard the heartbroken howling from outside, and she had to wonder what hell they had just unleashed for themselves.
A/N: This was the most vivid smut I have written in a decade. Hopefully it was an enjoyable read.
So sorry for the delay. I am currently working 2 jobs, planning a wedding, and was recently in a bit of an accident while getting on a horse that has me in physical therapy. Suffice to say, life has been insane, and I appreciate your patience.
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