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Chapter 2

I looked up at the man in front of me, dressed in full Father Christmas clothes, but with a handsome, clean-shaven face and blonde hair.

"But, the beard and hair?"

"Myth," Edward chuckled, next to me.

"Well, not quite a myth son." He addressed Edward then turned back to me with a smile. "The images that you're familiar with are of my ancestors who also held this role. I find that the beard makes me a little conspicuous in these modern times of ours."

I nodded at his words, and for a moment from the way he spoke, it almost seemed like the most natural conversation in the world to be having. I paused at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

"Ok. Um, is there anything else that I should know?" I asked, tucking my hair self-consciously behind one ear. Carlisle ushered me deep inside the room and Alice closed the door behind us. We crossed to the open fire, Carlisle settling in a high-backed winged armchair and Alice, Edward and me on two soft sofas that stood in the circle of delicious warmth that the fire threw out.

Carlisle looked pointedly at Edward and he turned from the seat next to me so that he was looking at me.

"Yes, there is one other thing." He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting in his lap as he laced and unlaced his fingers. My eyes were drawn to them and I couldn't help thinking about what those long, nimble fingers might be capable of. I forced myself to wipe the thoughts from my head and met his gaze again, my cheeks warm from the images I'd just let play through my head. Edward bent forward slightly, toward me and gestured to the fire with one hand. "Are you too hot sitting here Bella? Your cheeks are red, if you want to move…."

"No!" I interrupted him quickly, unsure whether to be embarrassed that he'd noticed the flush or flattered that he was playing such close attention. "Sorry, I mean, no, I'm fine. The heat's good. You were saying?" I prompted him, remembering now that he had been about to tell me something else, before my brain went into overdrive about those fingers.

"Uh, yeah. The thing is Bella, my family; we're not like other people. We're…" he paused. "We're different."

"I sort of gathered that Mr Cullen," I told him, glancing over at Carlisle again who was watching our exchange with interest, a small smile on his mouth.

"Please, call me Edward."

I acknowledged his request with a small nod of my head. "What I mean, Bella, is that we're not exactly human."

My brow furrowed at his words.

"What do you mean, not exactly human?" I asked him. I was lost now. I must be dreaming. Any moment now, I'd wake up and it would be time to get ready for my first day at my new job. I'd be laughing about this as I recounted the dream to my new co-workers during our break.

"We're elves, Bella."

I looked at the beautiful man in front of me and took in the size of him, the length of his legs. And he was telling me he was an elf? I was definitely dreaming. I wanted to laugh. I mean, I really wanted to laugh. Something stopped me though, either in the faces to each side of me, or in the atmosphere, I wasn't sure.

"You're elves? Like, real elves?" I looked around and they all nodded at me – although in fairness, Alice did look pretty elf-like. "Father Christmas, and elves," I muttered to myself under my breath, looking down. I took a deep breath and looked back up at them. They were watching me expectantly, waiting for my reaction. I smiled and shrugged. "Lucky I'm good with weird I guess!"

They started laughing and I couldn't help joining in, still shaking my head and waiting to wake up from this madness.

The rest of the morning wasn't quite as strange. Apparently Edward's usual assistant had been taken sick and they needed somebody to cover for him. Edward was in charge of co-ordinating the Christmas Eve deliveries and making sure the sleighs and reindeer were all good to go. Of course, even the head honcho elf Carlisle, couldn't deliver presents everywhere by himself, he had help from others who took on the role for the night. After a lengthy but informal induction to the basic workings of Cullen's Toys, Edward announced that we'd move back to his office for the rest of the day.

We stepped into the corridor and I was completely aware of him again. The aromas of the open fire and the large pine tree in Carlisle's office were left behind us and all I could smell was him and his delicious masculine scent. As we walked along, his arm would brush mine, smiling whenever I looked up at him. We were nearly at his office door when the song that was playing in the corridor came to an end, and there was a brief silence. I suddenly became aware of the sound of jingle bells, chiming softly in time with our steps. I stopped, as did Edward and the sound.

"What was that noise?" I asked, curious. He frowned at me.

"What noise?"

I strained my ears, but it had stopped.

"It's gone now. Nevermind." I shrugged and we set off walking again. As soon as we did I heard it again. I stopped, but Edward didn't notice and kept going. "It's you," I told him. He turned to look at me, his green eyes amused now.

"What's me?"

"That noise, it's coming from you."

"Bella, what are you talking about?" I gasped quietly, exasperated.

"That jingling noise, it's coming from you!"

I saw recognition cross his face and his face flushed pink. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down.

"Um, yeah. That would be me. It's, uh…an elf thing."

I giggled at him being so embarrassed.

"Really Edward, there's no need to be embarrassed, I think we covered all the weird stuff back in your father's office!" He looked up with a tight smile on his lips.

"Yeah, well maybe not quite all the weird stuff." He tilted his head to indicate to me to carry on walking, and I followed him, watching carefully to try and work out where the sound was coming from. He had his hand on the handle of his office door when I decided just to ask.

"So, you have to carry bells with you or something? Are they special invisible ones on the toes of your shoes?" I teased him.

His face changed and he looked almost angry, I worried that I'd gone too far with the teasing. I followed him inside his office and he pushed the door closed behind us with a loud click. I stood awkwardly, waiting for his reaction. It wasn't what I expected. He crossed purposefully over to me, put his large hands on my waist and pushed me gently backwards until my back was pressed against the door. I gasped as I looked into his eyes. The look in the green depths was intense, but it wasn't anger; there was almost a sparkle there. I gasped, my cheeks flushing and something stirring deep inside me. He licked his lips slowly and then smiled as my mouth dropped open slightly at the sight. I closed it quickly but then I realised I was licking my own lips too. He groaned quietly.

"Bella, if you ask personal questions, I'll be forced to give you personal answers. The jingling sound that intrigues you so much…" He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "It's my balls." His words were only just registering, when he thrust his hips toward me, his cock pressing into my belly, as the sound of bells jangled. He breathed heavily into my hair as I fought to gain control of my thoughts, the heady atmosphere in the room and the revelations of the morning leaving my head spinning. I placed my hands flat on his chest and he moved back slightly, looking deep into my eyes. I looked back at him and giggled, slightly incredulous.

"No way!"

He smiled back, a mischievous glint in his eye. He placed his left hand over my right and then moved it down, across his hard stomach and lower, across the shape of his hardness, bulging out through the fabric of his pants, and lower, cupping my hand around his balls. He slowly moved my hand and I heard the jingling again, feeling the gentle vibration of the sound move through him. He moved his hand away, but I left mine where it was, fascinated by the novelty of his jingle balls, gently moving them in my hand and listening to the chimes.

I smiled up at him, but his face was serious. He looked down at my mouth and I bit my bottom lip, nervous under his scrutiny. He locked his gaze with mine again and then bent toward me, moving tantalisingly slowly before he planted his lips gently on mine. I kissed him back; gently at first, allowing the heat to build slowly, but we were soon opening our mouths to each other in greater hunger. His tongue slipped in to meet mine and they moved together. He was certainly talented, and thoughts of what it would be like to have tongue doing these things to another part of my body caused me to groan into his mouth. He moved his hands into my hair, tangling his fingers in it. I continued to play with his balls in one hand, but brought the other one down too, to stroke his cock as it strained against his pants.

He was groaning too now, untangling one hand from my hair, to slide it up, inside my sweater where he found my breasts, circling my hard nipple with his thumb. I broke off from the kiss now and threw my head back in ecstasy, gasping at the sensation. I fumbled with the button and zip on his trousers, finally managing to get them open and yanking them down, releasing him from the confines of the material and gasping at the beauty of him, full and large. I reached for him again but he gently raised my arms in the air and pulled my sweater off. He dropped it on the floor and then reached behind me to unclasp my bra, pulling it forward where I let it drop down my arms and away. He took me in his arms again and kissed me deliciously and deeply, before he moved his hands to fumble with the fastening on my jeans. I was thankful for the habit of never fastening my boots, which Charlie claimed branded me sloppy, but was now proving to have been sensible.

As we kissed, I stepped out of my boots and he pushed my jeans down, enough for me to be able to push them off with my feet. I stood in front of him in only my panties. I pulled away from him and he gasped. Feeling brave thanks to the effect I was having on him, I nodded toward his shirt.

"Get the shirt off, jingle balls," I ordered him. He smiled, then quickly moved his tantalising fingers over his buttons, finally pulling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor next to the rest of our clothes. Pushing his trousers and underwear off too, he stood in front of me, completely naked. He was beautiful, lean yet muscles, perfectly sculpted. I gasped at the sight; the sound threw him into action. He grabbed me and pushed me toward his desk, fluidly moving behind me and bending me over. I whimpered as he parted my thighs slightly and stroked his fingers over the damp material that covered my hot, wet centre. He moaned and I felt him slide his finger inside the fabric and over my skin, slick with my moisture. He stroked up toward the tight, bundle of nerves and circled it a few times, causing me to gasp and arch myself back toward him, desperate for more. He moved back down then, then up and circled again, then down. He played with me like this for a while and I revelled in the intensity of the sensations, when with his next downward move, he slipped two fingers easily inside my wetness. I cried out and pushed myself against him as he worked his fingers inside of me. I'd been right about the amazing things that his fingers were capable of. Suddenly, as swiftly as his fingers had entered me, he pulled them out again, leaving me empty.

"No!" I groaned in frustration, clenching my thighs together to try and relieve the ache. I was about to turn when I felt my panties being pulled down. I stepped out of them and spread my legs, arching my back and offering myself to him, panting in anticipation. I felt his hot, hard tip at my entrance, and then with one quick thrust and a jingling sound, he was inside me. We both cried out in ecstasy as he filled me, stretching my tight centre deliciously. He thrust into me over and over again. He was so good it was overwhelming. I put my head down onto my hands, tangling my hands into fists in my hair, crying out with every movement and pushing myself back into him, forcing him deeper. He reached around my hips with one of his hands and put his talented fingers back to work on me again, as he filled me from behind. It was all getting too much. I became aware that the jingling sound was increasing in speed and volume as his balls slapped onto my ass time and time again.

I knew he was getting close and I was too, aware of the gentle waves that were beginning to build. The waves got bigger and bigger, until they crashed down over me and I felt myself clenching around him, crying out loudly at the intensity of the orgasm. He cried out too, as he came deep inside me; pulsing as he filled me with his jingle juice.

I didn't move, head in my hands on the desk still as I half-lay, panting at the exertion. Edward had stilled too, leaning on my back. I could feel his chest heaving as he got his breath back too and his heart thudding as though it were trying to escape his chest.

I raised my head slightly, still breathless.

"Jingle balls hey?" I asked him.

"Mm hmm," he confirmed and I could hear a smile in his voice, then, still inside me, he gave a quick shake of his hips, making the jingling sound again. I laughed and this time hoped that I wasn't about to wake up.

A/N – Phew! Is it a little hot in here or is it me? I might have to head out into the snow to cool down ;o)

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