A/N: Okay y'all thanks so much for the reviews you gave on chappie 1. Once again, this is a collaboration I did with lexiecullen17 for the Twi Fic gift exchange for MrsAC. I hope you like what's coming next. :)

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-BPOV-

I made it home quickly from the field house. I wanted nothing more than to be ready as soon as Edward arrived. He was leaving to go home to Connecticut and spend Christmas with his family. Yeah, all white and snowy, and perfect...while I bake in the Arizona sun. Don't get me wrong, I loved Arizona I really did. I grew up here and even stayed to attend college at ASU. But even as a child, I would beg my mom, Renee, for snow for Christmas. Hell, I'd even asked Santa for it, year in and year out. ,I'm positive I had been on the good list and that jolly fucker never came through..

I had my hopes raised earlier this year when Renee had told me she wanted to move somewhere new and adventurous. She squealed and I grimaced when she said it-Florida. Geez Louise, of course she'd move to a place hotter than hell where we could "spend Christmas on the beach, Bells.". Ugh, hot, warm, dry, and tan Christmases were not what people caroled about.

When she had called earlier this week and invited me down for the holiday, I had to think long and hard about it-if long and hard was about 3.5 seconds of my head shaking "no," before I verbally responded.

"Sorry, mom, I have a lot of work to do if I still plan on graduating this year." This was-and always had been- my fall back plan on getting out of stuff. Everyone that knew me knew that school came first.

"All right, Bella. But, honey, promise me that you won't be alone." I knew she was fishing for information. She was in full on mom mode, wanting to feel like she was being slick by off-handedly asking if I was seeing someone. And as much as it hurt me to continue lying to her, I had to. As my grandmother used to say, Renee couldn't hold water-meaning, she couldn't keep a secret. And if she, for one second, knew that I was dating Edward-a young, handsome, wealthy, star quarterback-It would be on Entertainment Tonight before I could say "White Christmas."

"I promise, mom, Rose is staying here too," I admitted, and that was the truth. Rose and Emmett were going to spend a quiet Christmas together while everyone else would be out of town.

As if she had heard my thoughts about her, Rose appeared at the doorway of our apartment. She eyed my tense face sceptically before an evil grin spread across her beautiful face. "C'mon, bitch, let's get you ready for your date," she yelled into the hallway. I was sure if our neighbors had not been introduced-and personally witnessed her behavior-prior, they wouldn't for a second believe she spoke like a sailor, truck driver...ahhh, hell pick your the descriptive, it'd work.

"What are you talking about, Rose? Don't you have your own date to get ready for?" I queried, and the wicked grin spread further.

"I am ready, silly girl," she answered. Then, to drive her point home, she did a quick twirl, showing off her Tinkerbell pajama pants and pink camisole trimmed with green lace. Her silky blonde hair, which was usually flat ironed straight, was clasped into a high ponytail. I stared at her, confused, as I inventoried her wardrobe choices. "We're having a movie night here, and you-" She pointed her slender manicured finger in my direction, "are going home with your man...or wherever. Just not here, unless you want your virginal ears to bleed." Her wild laughter rang out and echoed through the hallway as one of our nosier neighbors had cracked their door and peered out.

Mrs. Johnson was the stereotypical cat lady on our floor. She knew every bodies business like it was nobody's business. Rose waved and gave the old lady a wink. The old woman's face turned a fierce red at being caught leering and slammed her door shut, mumbling something along the lines of "wild harlots" and such.

"You're gonna give her a heart attack one day," I admonished as I passed Rose, who was now laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face. She waved me off as she closed the door, locked it, and headed to the breakfast table, which was covered in shopping bags. There were so many that I could barely see the table. Amidst the throngs was the unmistakable pink bag from Victoria's Secret.

I cocked an eyebrow at her as she took her seat and took a sip from her glass, which I knew held Sweet Tea. Because duh, Bella, every southern girl drinks sweet tea. Southern girl my ass, Rosalie may have been from the south, but she was a city girl through and through. In fact, imagining her sitting on some huge front porch sippin' her tea sent me into a fit of giggles. I shook my head to rid myself of those meandering thoughts and once again focused on the plethora of bags.

As I opened my mouth to question her, she explained. "He's leaving for Christmas, Bella. You're heartbroken, and don't try to deny it-you've been bitching and wallowing in self pity all week. I figured I'd give you a few of your gifts early." She shrugged, and the compulsion to hug her took over. I hopped into her lap, hugging her fiercely. She snorted before finishing her admission. "You might want to hold on to that gratitude until I show you what I bought." The suspicion rose, and I was suddenly fearful of what she expected me to flounce around in.

"What did you do? And when did you have time? And please tell me I won't look like a stripper?" I fired off the questions rapidly. While Rose was tall and statuesque, I was shorter and things that accentuated her curves tended to make me look slutty. She glared at me, insulted that I would even insinuate that she would allow me to go in public resembling an exotic dancer.

Instead of answering the onslaught of questions, she opened a Macy's bag and revealed a a deep metallic blue bubble hemmed dress. It looked like it would probably hit mid thigh, and it was exquisite. The gratitude I'd been holding back overflowed. I nearly tackled Rose with all of my enthusiasm, and the gorgeous dress fell to the table as she teetered on the edge of tumbling over.

"Gah, I've got to tell Emmett to stop teaching you those tackles," she chortled as she wrapped me in an embrace.

"But, Rose, when did you...I mean how..." I began again with the questions that were bubbling in my mind and overflowing with appreciation at the awesome friend I had found in her.

Again, she deflected by trying to hurry me along. "Go shower so we can get started...that is, if you need .another. one." She winked, leaving me completely shocked. That heifer winked at me. Oh lord, I was never gonna live this down. If she'd told Emmett about Edward's and my shower time, the amount of jokes I would hear would be out of control. Before I could absorb what had just happened, she added, "While you were shower schmexing, I thought I'd pick up a few things at the mall."

.Great.. Oh well, at least I knew I would look fabulous for my date tonight. Edward wouldn't know what hit him.

After what seemed like hours worth of preparations, I was finally ready to go out. I couldn't believe that Edward would be leaving me alone in just a matter of days, and I couldn't wait to make the most of our remaining time together. I heard a rap at the door and headed back into my room to stuff Edward's presents into my purse. I was incredibly nervous to give them to him. Three years together felt like a huge relationship milestone, and I wasn't sure what he'd gotten me in return. Sure, Edward .loved. to spend ridiculous amount of money on me, but I couldn't give him anything back like that. No, I had to be a bit more creative in the gifts department. I could only hope that he'd enjoy them.

I walked out of my bedroom to greet Edward, only to be greeted with the sight of a pajama clad Emmett pressing Rosalie up against our front door. .No wonder Mrs. Johnson calls us harlots.. And as soon as I thought the word "harlots," Rosalie put herself into action, gripping the back of Emmett's head and pulling him close to her, most likely shoving her tongue down his throat. Lovely.

"Wow," Edward called, dragging my eyes away from the intertwined pair. I smiled as my eyes met his appreciative ones. They raked over my newly dressed form, and I could see him getting aroused from across the room. I couldn't help it, the magnet that pulled me towards him led me into his waiting arms, quickly forgetting about the peep show that was probably going on right behind us.

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself, Cullen." I smiled and tilted my head up, motioning that I needed to be kissed. Edward barely hesitated before bringing his lips down to mine and pressing softly, showing me the side of him that no one else got to see-the gentleman. I wasn't really in the mood for him tonight, though-especially not with my newly purchased lingerie waiting patiently to be seen. To rev him up, I pulled a Rosalie and gripped the back of Edward's head, tugging on his messy hair to guide him back to my mouth. His eyes widened slightly before his smug half-grin took over his face. His hands wrapped firmly around my waist, and-in my head-I started counting down the hours until they could be pressed against my bare skin, with no silky interference. Not that the dress wasn't lovely-it was-but I had a feeling that it was going to end up in a pile, ripped somewhere in the middle of Edward's hallway tonight.

I deepened our kiss, trying hard not to moan into his mouth when we were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly. I extracted myself from Edward's grip and looked up confused.

"Geez, you two, get a room." I laughed as Emmett admonished us, seeing him wipe the remnants of Rosalie's lip balm from his mouth.

"Oh, we will." Edward winked, earning an obnoxious high-five from Emmett. .Boys will be boys.. "But first we have a reservation to make." He grinned and held out his arm for me to grab, escorting me like the proper gentleman he tried to be for me. .God, I love this man,. I thought as I took his arm. A rush of warmth flowed through me as I reveled in my love for Edward. He may not have been able to be around for Christmas, but he was doing his best to make it good for me. I was all about having fun tonight. And I was resolved that there would be no sadness in our Christmas celebration.

..-EPOV-..

I sat at the secluded table in the dimly lit restaurant, tugging at my tie awkwardly. I felt like I was being choked to death...or maybe that was just a result of my nerves from the present burning a hole in my left coat pocket. Bella looked beautiful, of course. She always looked beautiful, but it was stressing me out and distracting me more than usual tonight. My eyes dragged down to the necklace adorning her delicate collarbone-the one I'd given her last Christmas.

"You look gorgeous tonight, Bella," I commented as she wrapped her lips around her fork, driving me insane with lust-per usual.

"Edward, we're celebrating tonight. You're going to get laid-you don't need to butter me up," she said after swallowing her bite.

I rolled my eyes, chuckling at the ease with which she was able to help me get rid of my nerves. I was suddenly feeling a lot less nervous. This was Bella. She would love anything I got her, and I had a feeling that she would love my Christmas present even more. I didn't know why I was freaking myself out. I was Edward fucking Cullen. I didn't get nervous.

"Thanks. I was really concerned about that." I winked and rested my hand over hers on the table. She wrapped her fingers around mine and squeezed gently.

"I'm sure you were," she scoffed. She continued to eat happily, moaning with delight at each bite of her fillet. I shifted, her present falling forward in my pocket, making me acutely aware of its presence once again. After finishing, she laid her fork down and smiled devilishly. My eyes brightened and my heart quickened. This was it.

"So, I have a .few. presents for you." She took a large sip of her wine and smirked, flipping her hair coyly behind her shoulder. I leaned forward, unable to resist her charms. I had never been able to, in truth.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrow and gave her my signature half-grin. Her eyes glazed over for a second, and I could feel her breath fan across my face. .Yup, you've still got it. Damn, you're good..

She shook her head, turning slightly red in her flustered state. "Stop that, Edward," she warned. I knew better than to mess with fire. Bella could burn me pretty hard if she wanted to.

"Sorry, baby." I lifted our still joined hands to my lips and pressed a light kiss over her knuckles. "I'm listening now."

And then, Bella was all business. She leaned back, smiling widely before reaching down into her bag and pulling out three wrapped boxes. She pushed the first towards me, and I opened it quickly, quirking an eyebrow at her the whole time. Three presents? Why would she get me that many? Hopefully my present would be received well.

I removed the wrapping paper and couldn't control the snort-like laugh that escaped my mouth at seeing her "gift." I held up the soft knee brace and smiled skeptically at her.

"Don't give me that look, Edward Cullen. You .need. one of those badly. And as your personal physical therapist, I'm telling you that you need to be wearing that at least an hour a day."

I leaned over and kissed her on her mouth softly. "Thank you, baby. You're right. The team trainer has been telling me to get one for weeks."

"I know, but you've been too high and mighty to buy one yourself. So, now you have no excuse." I rolled my eyes and sighed. It was true. I'd been avoiding buying one for weeks. They made me feel like the biggest dork alive, but if I wanted to continue playing at my current intensity, I would need to wear one for an hour a day-as Bella had said.

Nervously, she pushed the second present towards me. It was a small box, and I unwrapped it slowly. I opened the box, and on it was an index card that read:

.You get to unwrap your second present at home. In private. You're welcome. xx, B..

I laughed loudly, not even trying to suppress my amusement at her note. My cock stood up to thank Bella for her thoughtfulness. She definitely must have known what my response would be because instead of kissing me outright, she leaned towards me and ran her hand delicately up my thigh and over my crotch. I made a wheezing noise as all of the air whooshed out of my chest. Now all I wanted to do was throw her down on the table, other customers be damned.

"You are .so. welcome," she sighed, leaning back to kiss me again. "And last, but not least-" She pushed the present toward me, and she looked nervous as I began to open it. Sitting in my hand was a photo album, filled with pictures of us over the past few years. I flipped through slowly, my finger trailing over each picture with obvious reverence. This was the most thoughtful gift I had ever received.

Bella and I never took photos together for fear of being outted. We were allowed limited press photos, and the only ones in private were with Rosalie and Emmett respectively. However, these were media pictures she had gone through-snapshots from paparazzi of us "covertly" looking at one another. The entire album ended with one that I took a few months ago up at my summer house in Tahoe of us kissing at sunset out on the back porch. Underneath the picture she wrote:

.Dear Edward, Merry Christmas, baby. Soon we can be together in public. But for now, this is enough. We know how much we love one another, and it's beyond me how the rest of the world doesn't. A picture says more than 1,000 words. I love you. xx, Bella..

I was so tempted to push out my chair out and drag her home to fuck her senseless, but I wanted to give her her present first. But after that was done, there was no way we were making it all the way back to my apartment. Oh well, it wasn't like this would be the first time my Porsche would be getting some action from us.

I flagged over the waiter and slipped him my credit card, knowing that I should probably take care of the bill beforehand.

"I love you, too." I leaned forward and kissed her, deepening the kiss quickly, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She grabbed the back of my head and moaned into my mouth, clearly just as urgent to "celebrate" as I was.

"Mmmkay," she groaned, pulling away sadly. "Your turn." Her eyes brightened as she wiped her lip gloss from my mouth. I tried to hold still, but I couldn't help but smile. We were just so perfect together.

I began solemnly, "Bella, I just wanted to preface my present with an apology. I know how much it sucks to be separated for Christmas, especially since it's your favorite holiday."

"Edward, it's-" she attempted to interrupt.

"No, Bella. Let me say this. You're sad. You've been sad about me leaving for weeks now. And I know you well enough that you didn't need to say anything to make me understand that. And I'm sorry if you felt like I was abandoning you. It's just that my family is incredibly close and last year they came here. They're like you-they can't understand a Christmas without snow or hot chocolate or caroling. So I'm sorry."

Bella's lip quivered slightly as she leaned forward to capture my lips in a sweet kiss. "Edward, thank you for saying that. I would never want to make you feel guilty about spending the holidays with your family, but I really appreciate you saying that. Really."

I sucked in a breath-this was the moment of truth-and reached into my pocket, pulling out a plain, white envelope and pushed it towards Bella. Her eyebrows raised up into her forehead, her face looking perplexed. She nervously reached for the envelope and opened it up slowly. I waited in silence as she pulled the contents out.

She gasped loudly, her eyes searching out mine frantically and without focus. A single tear ran down her cheek, and I couldn't help but break into a huge smile. My smile spurred hers as she grabbed her purse and pulled me out of my chair, pressing her body to mine.

"Seriously?" she whispered.

"My family couldn't be more excited to spend Christmas with you." I leaned down and picked the tickets into JFK Airport off the table and put them back into the envelope. It wouldn't do us any good to loose those now. Bella would be flying with me back to Connecticut for our holiday break. I smiled just thinking about it. She was frantic with excitement, and she looked incredibly relieved that we were actually going to be spending the holiday together. I knew that Christmas was her absolute favorite.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Edward," she said, more tears running down her face as she peppered small kisses to my jawline and chin. "Best boyfriend ever," she growled as her hands started to wander lower. It was then that our waiter reappeared-.thank God.. I signed the bill quickly, left a generous tip, and pulled Bella outside to the valet as quickly as possible.

With Bella's arms still wrapped around my waist, she reached one hand into my front pocket and pushed her hand into the side of my cock to retrieve the car ticket. "Bella!" I admonished her as she giggled and handed the ticket to one of the valets, who scurried off quickly. As Bella giggled louder, pressing her hand into my groin (and knowing full well what she was doing to me!), the other valet raised his eyebrow and caught my eye. In that second, I realized that he recognized me, and I needed to prevent my girlfriend from molesting me in public. Heaven forbid he call the paparazzi or something equally as heinous. Reluctantly, I removed Bella's grabby hands from my junk. I nodded my head in the direction of the valet who was still looking at us oddly.

Bella pouted but stepped away slightly, all the while giving me covert glances and biting her lip in the seductive manner she knew drove me crazy.

"Here you are, Mr. Cullen," the valet called, stepping out of my baby-my candy apple red Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet with a cream interior (the Arizona Cardinals' colors, of course).

"Thanks." I slipped a $50 bill into the valet's hand and quickly slid in, slamming the door shut behind me. I was ready to get this show on the road. Bella agreed. As soon as I had peeled out of the restaurant parking lot, her hands went back to my crotch. "Oh, fuck!" I shouted as she unzipped my pants. My hands gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white with exertion.

"Let me thank you for your present, Edward," she cooed, leaning towards my newly exposed cock.

"Let's wait until I park the car, baby," I begged, pushing her shoulder upwards gently, hoping to deter her from her obvious mission. I didn't know if I trusted my driving enough to do this in a moving vehicle. And I loved my vehicle...maybe more than blow jobs. Bella, however, didn't feel the same way. She just smirked and lowered her mouth over the head, nipping and sucking on me with abandon. "Jesus!" I groaned as she slid further down towards my lap, her warm mouth encasing my erection fully. She moaned in return as she pulled her head back up before plunging back down onto me. I moved one of my hands from the steering wheel down into her hair to guide her pace. I couldn't fucking help it. . Looks like you DO like blow jobs more than your car..

I moved my foot off of the accelerator, letting myself glide over the spacious Phoenix freeways as Bella continued to move her head up and down. I made sure to steady her pace, slowing it down to ensure that I didn't crash my beautiful car. Her hand moved to the base, massaging whatever her mouth couldn't reach, sending me into the heights of pleasure. I could feel the tension building-her steady pace increasing ever so slightly with a subtle flick of my wrist. Finally, my long driveway came into view and I stepped on the accelerator, the soft purr of the engine only serving to heighten my arousal.

I didn't even make it to the garage before I put the car into park and pushed the driver's seat as far back as it would go. Bella hollowed out her cheeks and gave one final tug before pulling off of my cock and slipping her black lace thong off. "Baby, hurry," I groaned as she pulled her high heeled pumps off of her feet.

"Uh huh..." Within seconds, Bella was straddling my seat, her delicate feet perched on either side of my thighs. The look of wanton need in her eyes was pretty much exactly how I felt, so without further ado, I adjusted myself and thrust inside her quickly. "Oh, good God!" she yelled, leaning her head forward onto my shoulder to nuzzle her nose into my neck. Bella always told me that she loved the smell of me during sex-that is was me enhanced, or something ridiculous like that-but every time she inhaled there, it sent shivers to my spine, alerting my cock to pay even more attention.

She felt so warm and wet. I didn't even care that we were probably making a mess all over my Armani pants. All I knew was that I felt like I was burning up from the inside. Thrusting upwards, I pulled my jacket off, leaning forward as far as I could without pushing Bella off of my lap (that would have been a crisis!). As I removed my jacket, Bella's fingers went to loosen my tie, still bouncing on my lap (what a multi-tasker, right?).

"Bella...fuck, you feel so good!" I moaned as her lips reattached themselves to my neck, just below my left ear. I was so overcome by pleasure that I didn't even realize my hands weren't moving. As soon as I did, I rectified that situation, though. I moved my hands to caress her bare back, to aid in her rocking motion. We were both sweating like crazy and the car was probably going to smell like sex for days, but I couldn't have cared less with my gorgeous girlfriend fucking me.

"Ungh, yes!" she cried out, throwing her head back to meet my lips. Instead of kissing, though, our teeth just clanked against one another as we breathed hot air into one another's mouths. I moved my hand under the hem of her skirt to caress the skin of her inner thigh, loving the way she clenched down on me further with each passing stroke. I could tell she was getting closer, as was I. I had been seconds from coming about fifteen minutes ago, so now I was .really. ready to go. As my hand under her skirt moved to rub her clit, my other hand pushed her faster and harder onto my lap. She leaned forward, and I took advantage of her chest's proximity to my mouth, my tongue laving her visible cleavage as our hands worked doubly hard.

"I love you, Edward," she panted, her head nuzzling my shoulder again. I thrust quickly into her, groaning loudly as her entire body clenched and shuddered above mine. With one final thrust, i gave into my overwhelming climax and spilled into her, panting loudly.

Suddenly, I felt wetness on my legs, and I realized that our come was mixing together and dripping onto me and almost onto my beloved car.

"Shit!" I panicked, throwing the car door open and rolling me and Bella onto the pavement of my driveway.

"Edward, what the fuck?" Bella groaned, this time not from pleasure, my dick softening and slipping out from her. Looking at her disheveled body against the pavement, I burst into laughter as I tucked myself into my pants.

"We were going to drip on my baby."

At that Bella laughed, too. "Such a fucking asshole, Cullen. Love your car more than your girlfriend."

"Not true," I said, lifting her off the pavement and helping her straighten her dress and pull it over her thighs. "I'm not shipping my car to Connecticut for Christmas." She inhaled slowly, a smile breaking across her face, reminding her why we were in the mood to celebrate.

"Thank you, Edward. That is the best Christmas present I could have ever asked for." Instead of answering her, I grabbed her hand after slamming the car door shut, and pulled her into my house. We had hours before we had to be anywhere, and I intended on celebrating all night long.

..-BPOV-..

As I laid comfortably in Edward's warm embrace I had to think back on the evenings..no the whole days events. Practice had been hot and grueling yet the only thing that had maintained my consistent attention was Edward.

The sex in the shower had been ah-mazing. Even if we had almost gotten caught by the rookie Jake. And the flash of jealousy that I saw in Edward's eyes was as much an aphrodisiac as a girl could need.

Then I had between Rose's shopping spree and my 'undercover' gift that he had oh so pleasantly unwrapped after we pulled ourselves off the pavement. Instinctively I rubbed my hip and the place I'm sure would have a bruise tomorrow. But I didn't care...Edward and his baby...stupid car..

I snuggled closer into Edward's neck and breathed him in. He smelled intoxicating. The fact that he really wanted me to meet his whole family (parents included) was beyond thrilling and a bit terrifying. Edward had given me the best gift possible. A white Christmas surrounded by family-even if it wasn't mine-the picture I had painted in my mind might as well have been a Norman Rockwell painting.

I giggled in spite of myself and drew in another delicious Edward scented breath. The delirium and happiness of the day taking over. I ran my hand under the sheet until it came to rest on his now hardening cock. My mouth roamed and found its way to the juncture where his neck met his shoulders. My tongue tracing intricate little designs as he started to awaken.

.Oh, the fun I was going to have thanking him for the perfect gift.


A/N: So how did we feel about this?

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