A/N: Alright chicken and roosters, I'm back from a long vacation and here's chappie 3 for you. I hope you guys like this one. :) This is my collab piece with lexiecullen17 for the fic exchange, gifted to MrsAc.
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-EPOV-
As we exited the plane, I could feel Bella's anticipation rising. We approached the baggage carousel, and I caught sight of a suited man holding up a "Cullen" sign. I flagged him over, smiling kindly, and he helped us load our luggage into his sleek black town-car. Bella's mouth dropped in shock as she realized that we were being chauffeured to my parent's house.
"What?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her. It was freezing outside, a mere thirty four degrees at John F. Kennedy Jr. Airport, and I was positive that it was going to take a while for Bella to get acclimated. After all, she had lived in warm weather for her entire life. This was like visiting the Arctic Circle for her.
"I-um-we..." She struggled for words, pulling her scarf off as we slid into the heated car. "Your family doesn't pick you up from the airport?"
I shook my head, and she looked at me sadly-although i had no idea why. My family was close, but we were WASPs (Wealthy Anglo-Saxton Preps)...we didn't really show affection like that. My twin brother and I had been raised by our nanny and sent to a prestigious college preparatory school before being shuttled off to college. So, although I loved my family, I had no desire to see them as soon as I landed the plane. I guessed Bella was more exuberant in her affection with her own family, and I hoped that she wouldn't be disappointed by the lack of it in mine.
"Uh, no. My dad is still at work in Manhattan right now. He'll get home tonight around nine. Jasper is driving home from Yale with his new girlfriend, who I have yet to meet, and I doubt he'd volunteer to drive forty five more minutes to pick us up from the airport. And my mother-" I looked at my watch, wondering what time it was. It was only eleven; we had taken an early morning flight in attempt to have as much time in Connecticut as possible. "My mother is at her Daughters of the American Revolution meeting right now. It's fine, baby. Demetri always picks me up from the airport. Right, Demetri?" I asked the driver up front, who was fairly surprised I was talking to him at all.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Cullen." I smiled down at Bella who looked even more concerned now.
"What is it now?"
"Nothing," she whispered as she snuggled into my side. I stroked her hair and kissed it softly, reveling in her soft sigh. I was grateful for our two week break away from the stadium; it meant that we would be able to go out in public together. Connecticut wasn't exactly known for its paparazzi, thank God.
As Bella snored softly by my side, I wondered what the next week would bring. I had so much that I wanted to share at home with Bella, and I wasn't sure how she was going to respond to all of it. Hopefully well. Soon enough, my own eyes were drooping and I dozed off beside her, only waking up when Demetri rolled down my window, letting the crisp air into the backseat.
"What the-" I came out of my slumber groggily, unhappy with the newly frigid temperature invading my senses. My wake up was followed immediately by Bella's, who was equally as confused. Shaking the sleep out of my head, I looked up to see that we had arrived at the front gate of my parents' house. I leaned out of the window and entered the code quickly, watching the electronic gates open before rolling the window back up.
I leaned back and brought my gaze down to Bella, who looked equal parts confused and horrified.
"What is it, baby?"
"Your house has a gate and a code?" I nodded, unsure of why that would be a big deal. My family had many valuable assets in our house-it would be foolish not to have the proper security systems in place. "Jesus, Edward! You could have warned me that your family was like related to the Vanderbilts or something. Good God, I feel low class. Your parents are going to hate me. It's literally like you're bringing home the trash."
"We're actually related to the Astors, but the Vanderbilts are close family friends," I joked, knowing that I was telling the truth-but there was no way Bella would know that. I smiled down at her, squeezing her side gently.
"Oh my God, you're not even lying," she replied, seeing through my joke completely. I tried to laugh to keep the mood light, but I could see her mood plummeting with every word coming out of my mouth.
Instead of deepening the hole, I pulled out the big guns. Caressing the side of her cheek lightly, I tilted her chin upwards and met her lips with mine in a soft kiss. As I leaned back, she exhaled a long shaky breath before staring straight back at me.
"Bella, I love you. My family is going to love you. Trust me. My mom will be trying to get you to join the DAR and fixing you gin and tonics before the end of the night, I promise. I wouldn't throw you to the wolves, and you know that. Besides, we have time to get you acclimated before you even meet them tonight. Now, smile because we're here." I looked up to see that we had, in fact, arrived in front of the house. My eyes traveled the large expanse of our front lawn and driveway before muttering a low curse under my breath. My father's black Mercedes, his work car, was sitting out front. I guessed he decided to take off from work early this year. Shit.
There was nothing I could do now anyway, so I decided to go with the flow and get out of the car. We couldn't hide out in here all day, that was for sure. I pushed the door open and grabbed Bella to follow behind me as Demetri dealt with our luggage. We walked around to the side entrance, which led into the kitchen. Without announcing our arrival, I dove right in, heading inside. I turned around, pushed Bella's coat from her shoulders, and threw it over my arm.
"Welcome to my home." I smiled as Bella's eyes lit up, looking around the high-end kitchen. I knew that she thought she'd died and gone to heaven right about now. Bella's dream kitchen included the same granite counters, SubZero refrigerator, and Viking appliances, which were gracing the room she was currently admiring.
"Edward?" my mother called out, "Is that you?" Bella's eyes widened, and then she smacked me...hard.
"Ow," I groaned.
"You're such a God damned liar, Edward Anthony Cullen!" she whisper-yelled at me, smoothing out her long sweater. "What happened to 'no one will be here until later'? Huh?" Her pretty brown eyes narrowed with each one of her panicked words, and I regretted not warning her as soon as I'd caught sight of my father's car in the driveway that they were home.
I tried to apologize quickly, but my mother was too fast. Suddenly, I was accosted with her gin kisses. I rolled my eyes, knowing that it was barely noon, and my mother was most likely on her third cocktail of the day. "Edward, you look so tired! Have you been getting enough sleep? That team is working you too hard. I keep telling you to come back here. Everyone misses you, you know. And it's not right that your mother doesn't get to see you more than twice a year!"
"Mom," I said, pulling Bella into my side, ignoring her rambling. "This is Bella. Bella, this is my mother, Esme."
"H-hi, Mrs. Cullen. Thank you so much for having me. Your home is beautiful." I looked down at Bella, completely shocked. Who was this well-behaved, soft-spoken girl and where was the stubborn, witty siren who had won my heart so completely?
"It's Esme, dear, don't be silly!" My mother reached for Bella, pulling her into an embrace before kissing both her cheeks. "I'm so excited my boys are finally bringing home girls for the holidays!" She darted out of the room quickly before shouting out to Bella again, "What are you drinking today, Bella?"
A soft pink blush broke out across Bella's cheeks as she replied with ease, "I'll take a gimlet, if it's not too much trouble."
My mother giggled softly from the other room, and I could hear her putting together her own favorite cocktail. I grabbed Bella's hand and laced my fingers with hers before dragging her into the sitting room, where our liquor cabinet resided.
"Here-" My mother handed off the short crystal glass to a now smiling Bella. "A gin girl, Edward? Please don't mess this one up." My mouth dropped at her insinuation. I knew that my publicist had done a good job of having me appear in the media with a different girl each week for practically the past five years, but I had no idea that my mother had been following as well.
"I don't plan to." I squeezed Bella's hand before bringing it to my lips and kissing her knuckles.
"Now, I made up the guest room for you, dear, but if you wanted to stay in Eddie's room, that's fine with me." She shot a look over in my direction. "Just don't tell your father, please."
I rolled my eyes. "He knows I'm twenty seven, right? And he was the one who gave me my first condom to begin with-"
"Edward!" my mother and Bella reprimanded me simultaneously. I chuckled, seeing that they were already getting along fine.
"What? I'm just saying-"
Bella cut me off again, knowing that I was liable to head down the least appropriate path. "Whatever makes you most comfortable, Esme. I'm completely content sleeping in the guest room if you want."
"Maybe you would..." I grumbled. My mother heard and just laughed, pulling Bella close again, whislt managing not to spill any of her precious cocktail.
"Just run your bags up to Edward's room now, and I'll retrieve Carlisle from his study." Bella and I stood there for a second before my mother continued, "Shoo! Upstairs. Quickly, you two."
Bella took a large sip of her gimlet before linking her arm in mine again, ready for me to lead the way. Once within my room, her laughter finally started. I stood patiently, waiting for her to say something.
"Oh my God, Edward. I...I...I love her!" A huge smile broke out across my face. I loved my mother, too, and I was grateful that she and Bella were already getting along. After all, they would be family one day.
"I'm glad." I smirked before pulling Bella towards me and wrapping her in my arms again. "Hopefully you'll feel the same way about my father. However, Jasper's another thing...if you two didn't get along, that'd be fine by me."
Bella frowned. "You never talk about him, and you guys are twins. Aren't you supposed to be like super close?"
I scoffed. "Sure."
Bella reached up, kissing the underside of my jaw before caressing the stubble with the tips of her cold fingers. "Talk to me, Edward. What's the deal with you and Jasper?"
I sighed and flopped down on my soft king-sized bed. "There is no deal. We're just not really friends. Never have been." I felt the bed dip next to me before Bella laid her head on my chest, waiting patiently for me to continue. "He was the bookworm, and I was the jock. Needless to say, we weren't really in the same circle of friends. We don't really look that much alike, so we were never clumped together like most identical twins. I don't know. He's not exactly my biggest fan, Bella."
"Okay, so he was smart and dorky and you were athletic and good looking. Edward, is it so hard to see why he might be a little jealous of you?"
I rolled my eyes. If only she knew. "No. Jasper isn't jealous. He's more like a condescending asshole."
At that, Bella sat straight up, looking fairly worried. "Edward, seriously? Don't talk about your brother that way. I haven't even met him, but I know that can't be true."
"It is. Now, can you drop it. Please?" She bit her lip, as if she were fighting back words (which, in all seriousness, she probably was), and sighed in resignation before pulling me off the bed.
We headed downstairs to the sitting room only to be greeted by the very asshole I'd been talking about. At Jasper's side was a tiny girl with short black hair, who looked like she belonged with him- a pretentious Yale grad student at her finest, clearly. Her hair was mostly covered by a beret, which was tilted to the side so much that you could tell she had placed it there specifically. She wore a dark purple turtleneck sweater and black skinny jeans which all ended in a pair of tall black boots. She looked as if she'd stepped out of the pages of some Jack Kerouac novel, and I was one hundred percent positive that was intentional. She opened her wide blue eyes, showing off her heavily eyeliner and mascara-coated lashes before approaching me confidently.
"I'm Alice."
"And I'm Edward," I replied, matching her overly lackadaisical tone. My mother nudged me in the ribs to behave, but I could see her holding back laughter, too. Such typical Jasper.
"Edward," he began in a clipped tone.
"Jasper."
"Carlisle," my father said, stepping towards us, trying to lighten the tense mood that had fallen upon the room.
"Oh, right. Dad, this is Bella." My dad was less exuberant about his introduction to Bella than my mother, but I could tell that he approved nonetheless. His blue eyes widened as he took in the beauty beside me.
"Bella, welcome." He stuck out a hand for her to shake, which he must not have done with Alice because Jasper scowled and sighed loudly.
"Bella asked for a gimlet," my mother added, wrapping an arm around Bella's waist.
My dad's eyes widened again before a huge smile broke across his face. "A gin girl, hmm? Edward, don't lose this one." His words mirrored my mother, and I smiled. I wasn't planning on fucking up this relationship any time soon. And I was glad they approved of Bella. They didn't have to even say anything, their body language and facial expressions said it all.
"Come on, Alice. Let's go get our bags from the car." Alice looked started at Jasper's interruption; she had been staring at Bella's welcome with rapt interest. They must have been colder to her than I could imagine. Oh, well. What did she expect walking into our house looking like a mod hipster? That she would be welcomed with open arms? Although Bella wasn't quite up to my parent's prep standard, her long grey sweater, dark wash jeans, and flats made her look put together and completely acceptable in my parent's eyes.
As we heard the door slam shut, my dad began to laugh. "So, that was...interesting." I rolled my eyes. Understatement.
"Where did he manage to find that one?" my mother asked, clearly amused by Jasper's choice in girlfriend.
"She said she was in the creative writing program." My dad sighed and patted me on the shoulder. "Well, Bella, it was great to meet you. I can't wait to hear all about how you're keeping this one in line."
"I do what I can." She grinned. Both of my parents laughed loudly, and I couldn't help the blush that formed on my face.
"We're sure you do. Now, we have to go run some last minute errands in town, but we were thinking that you two could start baking?" My dad looked to Bella. "Edward tells us you love to bake."
Bella looked surprised that I had told my parents about her. I knew that she couldn't tell her own parents due to fear of it leaking to the media, but my parents would never sell me out like that. Why wouldn't I tell them about her?
"I do! Cook...bake...basically anything in the kitchen." I smirked, knowng how true that was. Bella and I seemed to end up naked in the kitchen every time we were there together.
"Well, then. You can start with the Christmas cookies for the Vanderbilts party on Saturday. The recipe is on the counter. And we should be back in an hour or two."
Bella shot a glare at me, hearing that my family was actually friends with the Vanderbilts, but I was too happy to care. I heard some shuffling, alerting us that Jasper and Alice had returned to the house with their bags, and I tried to regain my straight face.
"Hey, Mom...Dad, where are you off to?" Jasper inquired from the front hall.
"Errands," my mother chirped. I noticed that she didn't ask them to come along and smirked. Bella noticed and elbowed my ribs on the opposite side that my mother had hit.
"Ow!" I yelled out in surprise. "What was that for?"
Bella laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder before grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the voices in the foyer. "Be nice," she warned.
"But I don't want to," I whined in my best annoying voice.
"Stop being such a baby."
"What?" Jasper quipped. "Did the Golden Boy get injured already?"
Bella laughed teasingly patting the spot she'd bruised before while leaning closer into my side. "Just keeping him in line." She looked up at me with her adoring eyes, and I knew that I could refuse her nothing. If she wanted me to play nice with Jasper, I guessed I would try for her sake.
"As always." I leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead.
"Hmm, I'll bet." Jasper smirked, and I noticed that my own trademark grin also graced his features. My mother looked back and forth between us, neither of us breaking eye contact until my dad broke in.
"Jasper, why don't you and Alice accompany your mother and me on our errands? You can tell us more about your thesis." Jasper looked up, clearly startled by our dad's suggestion. He wasn't exactly close with him, by any means. My dad was always far more interested in my football games than Jasper's studies.
"Um, we'd love to. Alice?" he asked the silent girl by his side.
"Sounds perfect. I love discussing Jasper's work. His analysis of Vonnegut's early work is truly inspirational."
And with that, they were out the door. I smiled at my luck. Bella and I had the house to ourselves for a few hours. And I definitely planned on using that time wisely.
-BPOV-
No sooner than the front door clicked close was Edward wrapped around me. His strong muscular arms were tight around my middle as his breath fell on my neck and ears. "Now we're alone, Bella." I recognized his cocky attitude for what is was.
"Yes, Edward," I teased. "Because you ran off Jasper and his girlfriend." Edward laughed into my hair as his hand started to slowly caress my hip. "Don't even think about it, buddy. We have cookies to make, and this is your mom's kitchen." No way was I getting naked here, as we so often did in our own kitchen settings.
I could feel his body slump down into a familiar pout, his face contorting into features I'd become well acquainted with- the soft protruding lower lip and big green puppy dog eyes. But I also knew that his mindset was that of a teenage boy, and he was likely to turn from dejected puppy to eager beaver in three...two...
"But, Bella, you know how I get when you're in an apron. And when you mix stuff, the way your hips move..." I looked over my shoulder and was met with his infamous "panty dropping" grin. "It really isn't fair." And then the cocky bastard winked at me.
I smiled coyly and drew one hand behind me to casually rub his thigh. While Edward was distracted with thoughts of sex on the counter top, I elbowed him in the ribs... hard. I giggled as he doubled over. "You should know better than to use your man whore powers on me, Cullen!"
Doubled over and trying to look upset, Edward peered up at me through lashes. With a look of mock pain, he yelped, "Ow, Bella. I'm beginning to think you enjoy hurting me...masochist," he grumbled. For as much as he would try, he also knew I would dig in my heels and be stubborn.
I turned away quickly, my restraint not high enough to resist him much longer, and questioned him over my shoulder. "Where's your mom's mixer?" His footsteps echoed in the quiet of the house. A moment later, the mixer graced the counter top.
"And where does she keep the sugar and flour? I'm assuming that all of her baking things are together," I rambled while keeping my eyes purposefully averted. Instead of saying anything, he tapped his finger on the cabinet, willing me to look at him. Keeping a steady rhythm to my right, I finally turned to look at him. Fine, if he wants to play this...I will.
I swished my hips exaggeratedly as I stepped in front of him, making sure that my ass grazed across his crotch as I did. I could feel the reaction instantly and internally laughed. Opening the door slowly, I arched my back,and poked my breasts out, giving him the show he wanted. I remained in place, letting him admire my body, as I sifted through the shelf to I find shortening, vanilla extract, and powdered sugar.
Edward's ragged breathing at my display only encouraged me further. When I sauntered over to the fridge to retrieve the milk, I made sure to bend at the waist, grabbing the carton from the bottom shelf. I could most definitely feel Edward's eyes on my ass, and they were very close to setting my panties on fire.
Gulping in a large breath, I gathered all the items and set up my area around the mixer. I was an organized bitch, and I was okay with that.
First, I measured out four cups of powdered sugar and set it aside using a fancy sifter. Edward examined my first steps, figuring out what I was baking. I knew he loved this particular frosting, and it was no coincidence that I chose to make it now. That'll teach you for trying to make me look bad, by not doing as your mom asked. Like I would actually let him have sex with me in his parent's kitchen instead of following her orders. Stupid cookies, stupid party, and stupid Vanderbilts. How could Edward have thought I'd be okay with that?
I dumped the shortening and vanilla in the mixer before setting the speed and grabbing a spreading spatula, I watched as the mixture took form and slowly added in the powdered sugar and milk as the beaters whipped through. Through out this process, Edward had taken up residence closely behind me. His warm erratic breathing caressed my bare neck as I tried valiantly to ignore him, but the fluffier and fluffier the frosting became, the more aroused I was. Soon, feather-light touches began to fall upon my shoulders and neck, and I finished the frosting quickly, knowing that it'd get ruined if I let Edward touch me any longer while making it.
I set aside the frosting to let it settle and began the cookie recipe that Esme had left. Edward continued his torturous, barely-there touches as I worked. The recipe card was hand written, making me realize it was a well used recipe. I hadn't known that Esme liked to bake. The recipe was for holiday shortbread cookies, which were actually really easy to make. I had always loved them over sugar cookies, too. After mixing up the ingredients, I put in the first and only batch-thanks to the double oven- to bake.
As I crossed back to the bowl of frosting, I felt Edward's gaze on me. My body was more than ready to give in. Knowing exactly how to tease him, I ran my finger along the rim of the bowl, scooping a small taste of the white frosting on the tip. His stare still trained on me, I raised my finger to my mouth and twirled my tongue around it. Gradually, I sucked my finger into my mouth, moaning at the taste of sweet sugar.
Before I had even had a chance to remove it from my mouth, Edward was pressed into me. "Bella," he groaned loudly. "Is there enough to make another batch?" His darted his eyes to the bowl of frosting.
I nodded and began to draw my finger out of my mouth. Edward's hand shot up, his fingers grasping my wrist tightly. Slowly, he pulled my hand towards him. His eyes never breaking with mine, he slipped my moist finger into his mouth.
"I licked the frosting off already," I stammered out, unable to look away from him.
"I know, but you taste sweeter." His rough voice spoke volumes after he allowed my finger to slide from between his lips.
"Edward," I warned. "I told you 'no'. Not in your mom's kitchen." But Edward-being Edward-didn't head my warning.
"I know. And, Bella, I just want to apologize to you." He dropped his gaze to the floor and then slowly traveled up my body up to my now flushed face. "Let me apologize for not preparing you better for what to expect." He grinned, all boyish charm and sex.
For the life of me, I couldn't respond. The kitchen was filling with the aroma of shortbread cookies, sugar, vanilla frosting, and Edward-and it was heavenly. If I could bottle that scent and sell it, I still wouldn't. No, I hide that shit and not share it with a single soul outside this room.
Suddenly, Edward's lips crushed into mine with such force that it knocked our bodies back against the counter. The air left my lungs in surprise, and I moaned into his mouth as his tongue began to trace the outline of my lips. I ran my hands up his sides, not wanting them to be idle any longer. But once again, he grabbed my wrists and stilled their movement.
"No," he whispered, his breath warming my face. "Bella, I'm apologizing to you right now. Let me do this for you," he pleaded. With no protests from me (how could I?), he attacked my lips again.
The force of his tongue in my mouth nearly caused me to soaked my panties through. While our tongued danced around one another, his hands found the hem of my sweater. Barely breaking our heated, lust-filled kiss, he pulled my sweater over my head. I wasn't even sure how he had managed that so gracefully, but then again, Edward did everything gracefully.
I stood, my chest pressed into him, as he continued his assault on my lips. Then, suddenly, his kisses were gone. It took me a second to realize that my eyes had been closed. I opened them just in time to see Edward drop to his knees. I watched with rapt attention as he laid wet open-mouthed kisses above the waist of my jeans.
As he ran his tongue along the same trail his mouth had just marked, I focused on the feel of his teeth grazing my hip. Somewhere in the back of my head, I faintly registered the sound of my zipper and then the feel of cool air on my bare thighs. Edward drew a sharp breath, and I moved my eyes to his instantly, wondering what was wrong.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot about those, I thought. But in actuality, that was a fib. I had intentionally worn one of the lingerie sets Rose had picked up for me, a black silk demi cup bra, edged with pink lace and a matching side-tie thong.
"Edward?" I called out. He still hadn't moved, talked, or even breathed, for that matter. He tilted his face toward mine, keeping his gaze set on my crotch. His wide-eyed shock turned devilish in a flash.
"Are those bows just decoration?" He nodded his nose towards the ties that fell low on my hips. I shook my head "no" and was rewarded with a very excited boyfriend.
Edward stood quickly and grabbed either side of my face to kiss me again. Before I could reciprocate, though, his mouth moved expertly across my erogenous zones-his teeth grazing at the skin behind my ear and along my shoulders. I felt his fingers deliberately toy with the clasp on my bra until it gave way, and soon my bra disappeared, most likely joining wherever my sweater and jeans had run off to.
Leaning into me, Edward allowed his tongue to trace lines across my breasts and around my nipples. He whispered, "Perfect," before sucking my right breast into his mouth. Without pause, he pulled his mouth back and fingered my taut nipple. The sensation was new and incredibly intoxicating. Distracted with his new method, I failed to notice Edward dipping his finger into the vanilla frosting. With diligent care, he proceeded to frost my erect nipples like tiny perfect cupcakes.
After barely admiring his work, Edward pressed the rough flat plain of his tongue against the soft flesh. His mouth moved to encase my nipple as he sucked it veraciously into his mouth, his fervent attention making wet heat pool between my thighs.
I heard the pop sound as he freed my breast from his mouth and then went to work on the other side. I could feel the hardened sugar melting off my skin with the heat of his mouth. And I loved the way his breath fanned over the wet exposed skin, making my flesh rise with goosebumps.
Soon, Edward was just drawing on me with the frosting. His fingers wrote words across my stomach, my hips, and above my pussy. Words like "mine," and "love," and "sexy," were licked from my skin, making me shiver with delight.
He bit and sucked at my hip bone before his teeth found the ties of my panties. Catching the end of the silk ribbon between his teeth and looking like a predator, Edward tugged his head to pull my thong free on one side. He repeated this step on the opposite side, and my breath caught in my throat. I could not breath, let alone speak...so, I moaned.
If I hadn't been so worked up, it might have been embarrassing. Maybe.
Edward's warm hands began slow rhythmic rubbing on the outside of my thighs. Each stroke brought the tips of his fingers closer to my wet pussy. "Edward, please," I begged through my loud moaning. Yeah, I'd given up on holding those back.
Edward was all for pleasing me right now, and I was enjoying every second of it. He moved his left hand to grip my hip while his right palm cupped my very aroused center. I could feel his long delectable fingers splayed against my swollen lips. Painfully slow, he ran his middle finger across my slit and toyed with the surrounding folds.
I whimpered, needing my release. My heartbeat throbbed in my sex, and I knew he could feel it, too.
Soon, he was rubbing his fingers in and out of my slick folds, my hips bucking as his anxious fingers edged nearer to my entrance. Taking the hint, he dipped two fingers inside of me and began pumping them steadily. With his fingers deep inside of me, his mouth found purchase on the skin just above my clit.
I was in a trance of lust and want, completely intoxicated by Edward's movements. During my haze, I had failed noticed that he had placed a dollop of frosting on my sex. His fingers curled and uncurled inside of me, and my walls pulsed, giving in to the spasms of pleasure. Edward's mouth clamped down on my clit, and he sucked the frosting and the nub into his mouth. His teeth ran over my clit as he moaned and exhaled onto my sopping wet flesh.
I began to buck against his face and hands, the waves of pleasure crashing over me.
"Ohhhhh, yessssss...Ed-ward!" I moaned loudly, my hands finally freeing themselves from the counter's edge and finding purchase in his hair as I forcefully and rode out my orgasmic frosting apology. If he wanted to apologize this way all the time, I'd have to find a reason to pick a fight more often.
I threw my head back, and with my eyes focused on the ceiling, two things happened. I both invoked both God and Edward and heard car doors slamming. Just what I need...his family to walk in with my naked ass running up the stairs...or with their son's face buried in my pussy. My eyes shot to the window, and I saw his brother and his girlfriend, along with Edward's parents gathering things from their trunk. I panicked and pushed Edward off of me and onto his ass.
"Take the cookies out of the oven!" I yelled at him, panicked, and then ran for it. I rushed up the stairs, my clothes spilling over my arms. I slammed Edward's bedroom door shut seconds before the door to the house creaked open.
I blew out a deep calming breath and rushed into his bathroom. I cleaned up quickly and fixed my hair after I redressed. Stepping lightly down the stairs, I decided that if anyone asked, I could say I'd been in the bathroom. Technically, it wasn't a lie.
But as I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I heard Esme's voice. "Well, Edward, seriously," she huffed, irritated. "How rude is it after she took the time to make frosting from scratch?"
"Mom," Edward whined, sounding like a little boy again.
"Don't you 'Mom,' me, Edward Anthony Cullen," she fussed. "And don't even try and deny it. There's frosting all over your mouth and chin." I paused in the doorway and saw Edward nervously begin to giggle whist wiping the risidual frosting from his face. My face flushed the brightest of reds, and I hoped that no one looked over at me.
Thankfully, Edward told everyone that he was taking me in town to show me around and whisked me out of the kitchen before any conclusions could be made.
-EPOV-
Once safely situated in my mother's red Audi A4, Bella burst into laughter. "Oh my God, Edward," she panted, clearly amused by my mother's scolding. "That was hilarious."
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but chuckle softly under my breath. It had been kind of hilarious. Bella was lucky to have heard them pull into the driveway, otherwise I didn't think she would have been so amiable about my mother's admonishment. Instead, I decided to turn on the radio, which was filled with Christmas carols as we drove through the winding back roads to get to town.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked, wondering what I should show off in town.
"I feel like I should get your parents a present. What do you think they'd like?"
I brought my hand down to caress her thigh, watching her shiver under my touch. "Baby, you don't need to get them anything. They love you already." Her eyes narrowed, and I could see that my suggestion wasn't an option. "Fine, um, wine?"
Bella shook her head and wrinkled her nose with distaste. "No, that's too generic, Edward. What are your parents hobbies?"
"Uh, drinking?" She went to smack me again, and I knew she'd do it, too, so I held up the hand and interjected. "Kidding, kidding. Fine. Um, my mom loves to cook. And my dad loves old movies." Bella nodded her head and pulled her eyes back towards the window to gaze out onto the frost covered ground. As I approached the town, her eyes widened and she looked like a small child, eager to play. I nearly laughed. "So, where are we headed? Have you decided on their presents?"
"Williams Sonoma, FYE, and a wine shop?" My head snapped towards hers in alarm. Bella couldn't afford those kinds of gifts. She was still paying her way through school.
"Bella, you can't-"
"Shut your mouth, Edward. We're both paying. It'll be from both of us. Did you even get them a present yet?" She knew I hadn't. I had told her on the plane ride over that I had no idea what I was going to get them. Such a little minx.
"Fine." I pulled onto Greenwich Avenue, our main street of shops running through the center of town. I parked the car at the middle of the avenue, closest to Williams Sonoma where we began our torrid Christmas shopping journey.
I had forgotten how much I fucking hated shopping at the holidays. Despite the small size of my town, it seemed as if we could barely move past the masses of people in each store. We got through Williams Sonoma quickly, buying my mother a holiday cocktail cookbook and a set of mugs. Then, the wine store was easy, too. The owner knew my parents preferences and recommended one of their favorite bottles that they hadn't bought in a while. However, FYE was something else. It was packed to the brim, and I saw several people from high school lurking around, who I would rather not have seen.
"Um, baby, would you mind going in there by yourself? I can go grab us some hot chocolates. You're looking a little cold." I laughed, noticing her pink cheeks and bright red nose. No, my Bella wasn't completely acclimated to the New England winter weather yet. Her teeth chattered as she brought her hands under my jacket, coming to soak up some of my body heat.
"Y-yes-s-s p-p-plea-s-se," she chattered, nuzzling her head into my thick winter jacket.
I brought my hands to either side of her body, rubbing up and down, trying to build some friction for her. "We're going to have to toughen you up, sweetheart. But why don't you meet me in Starbucks in ten minutes?"
"Mmkay." She moved her hands around my neck and pulled me in for a long kiss. She tangled her fingers into my hair, holding me forcefully against her moving lips. I knew she was also reveling in the fact that we could be together in public, and I loved her for that. "See you in ten, big boy." Her tone was sultry and seductive, and my cock definitely noticed. She was such a fucking tease. We were in public. Obviously, we couldn't really do more than kiss. God damn her. And after that display in the kitchen, my cock was aching for her touch.
I waved her off and headed down the block towards Starbucks. The line was long, as I suspected it would be, and it took me almost fifteen minutes to get to the register. I ordered two hot chocolates and was pushed to the side in order to make room for the other hoards of Christmas shoppers. Finally, our hot chocolates were up, but Bella had yet to return. I looked around and spotted a couple getting up off the comfy chairs and booked it to them before anyone could get in my way.
I placed the hot chocolates down and took off my jacket, getting too warm all of a sudden in the heated people-filled room. I closed my eyes for a second and inhaled the warm smell of coffee and chocolate and baked goods. Man, I loved Christmas time at home.
"Edward Cullen, is that you?" a familiar voice called out. I cracked an eye open to see a gorgeous petite blonde I hadn't seen in nearly ten years, my high school sweetheart.
"Lucy?" I stood suddenly, feeling unsure and awkward about how to respond to her. I honestly hadn't seen her since our high school graduation. After I had been recruited to UC Berkley and she had gotten into Duke, we decided that it would be best to break up. I had no idea what she'd been doing since graduating from Duke, but I never thought I'd be running into her again in Greenwich, that was for sure. She nodded frantically and ran into my arms, hugging me tightly.
"Look at you. You haven't aged a day in ten years, have you?" I was shocked and stunned. Unable to do much else, I just released the grip on her waist and sat down, pointing to the seat across from me. I supposed she could sit until Bella got here.
"Uh, thanks. You look good, too. What have you been up to?"
She smiled warmly and sat down on the wide arm of the comfy chair. "Nothing as cool as what you've been up to, Edward. I still watch your games, you know." She chuckled under her breath, and I could have sworn she blushed. I had become accustomed to this kind of response from women, but it usually wasn't from women that I cared about hurting their feelings. Lucy and I had lost our virginities together in a bedroom at her friend's party sophomore year, and I didn't particularly want to have a scene in the middle of a Starbucks in my hometown.
"Listen-" I began to turn Lucy down nicely before I stopped completely, seeing a large man come up and kiss her cheek.
"Hey, baby," he said, handing off a drink to her, which she brought to her lips quickly.
"Oh, Tyler, this is Edward Cullen," she said excitedly.
The large man rolled his eyes and stuck out his hand. "So you're the reason why I'm subjected to Cardinal's games on Sundays." He laughed, and I felt the weight leave my chest. I smiled and introduced myself in response. I had failed to notice the ring adorning Lucy's left finger in my panicked state. And I felt a touch ridiculous.
Not even seconds later, I spotted Bella making her way through the crowd. I caught her eyes and flagged her over. She was covered in little droplets of water and was smiling like a maniac.
"Edward, it's snowing! I mean, it's just a few flurries..." she squealed before plopping into my lap. "Look!" She giggled and pulled a flake from her hair, watching with curiosity as it melted between her fingertips.
"I see, baby." I laughed, enjoying her childlike innocence bubbling to the surface. It was rare that she was this carefree, and I hated the fact that I needed to snap her out of it, as much as I was enjoying the show. "But, Bella, I have some friends I want you to meet."
Her giggling subsided, and her eyes widened as she searched out the surrounding area. Her eyes came upon Lucy and Tyler quickly, and I loved the blush that heated her cheeks in response. "Oh, shit," she mumbled, hopping off of my lap and onto the arm of the chair.
"Oh, no you don't!" And with that, I tugged her flailing body back into my lap. She hmphed and frowned, but I could feel her relaxing into my touch. "Bella, this is actually my high school sweetheart, Lucy. And this is her husband, Tyler." Bella tensed at the word "sweetheart" before relaxing at "husband." I loved that she got jealous. Even though we both knew there was no need. My heart had belonged solely to her for the past four years, and she knew it. "And Lucy, this is Bella...my girlfriend."
"Edward Cullen has a girlfriend?" she asked skeptically.
"For three years," Bella jumped in, marking her territory. "After pining for a year. He worked really hard, too," she snickered before placing a kiss on my cheek.
"But what about all of the girls you're spotted out with?" Tyler asked, genuinely curious.
I pinched Bella's side, finding her possessiveness adorable, but it could still get us into trouble. I had just met Tyler, and I didn't really want him blabbing about my personal life to some gossip magazine. "Jesus, Edward! That hurt!" she cried out. Oops. I didn't realize how hard I'd pinched her, but I really needed her to shut her mouth. She shot up from my lap, gripping her side in pain. Quickly, she grabbed her hot chocolate from the table and turned away from me. "Lucy, Tyler, it was really nice to meet you, but I have to go. I just remembered I needed to pick up one more present." And with that, she booked it out of the Starbucks.
Groaning, I laid my head into my hands, pressing the heels of my palms against my eyelids.
"Still a complete nightmare with girls, I see," Lucy joked, and I shook my head to myself, wallowing in my insensitivity. "What are you doing still sitting here? Go, Edward." I looked up to see Lucy's patient face, and I finally cracked a smile.
"Thanks. Sorry, we've been hiding our relationship from the media for so long...all three years, actually. And I told her that we didn't have to worry about that here. Sorry I panicked. It's a reflex, I guess."
Tyler shook his head, waving me off, and I hugged Lucy quickly before heading out to the street to find Bella. Hopefully she hadn't gone too far. My eyes scanned the surrounding shops, and I found her quickly, huddled on the stairs of a local flower shop that was already closed for the holidays. She looked freezing cold, and I automatically took off my own scarf to wrap it around her neck as I slid onto the stairs next to her. I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she stiffened and leaned away. I tried again, and she repeated her actions.
"Come on, Bella, I'm sorry." I pouted, hoping to soften her up. "Let me kiss you. My lips are sad without you."
Finally, she moved her cheek within kissing distance before mumbling, "Don't be such a baby."
"No more fighting, okay?" I asked, pulling her chin towards me. She smiled bashfully, knowing that she would probably let me get away with murder. "I can apologize some more when we get home...I think there's some frosting left somewhere..."
Her blush came back in full force, and I hoped she was remembering our fantastic time in the kitchen. I couldn't stop staring at the beauty before me. Suddenly, her eyes widened again, looking up towards the darkening sky. Huge snowflakes dropped through the air, no longer just flurries, but a full-fledged snow fall. I kissed the cold flakes from Bella's thick lashes, melting them with my warm lips. She began to giggle again, and my heart swelled with love for her.
Instantly, I grabbed her hand and held her close to me. She opened her mouth, trying to catch flakes on her tongue as we walked through the town. And for the first time in a long time, I didn't care about my petty sibling rivalry with Jasper, the media, my injured knee, or anything else, I was just happy to be home with the woman I loved.
A/N: Sooooo...how ya' feeling about their Christmas vacation so far?
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