Gettin' closer to Christmas! Enjoy!(:

I killed the engine of my truck and took a deep breath, staring at the landscape in front of me.

You can do this Bella. It's just a tree. It wouldn't take long to find a good one. Get in, cut it down and then get out and go home.

Go home to what exactly?

Sighing, I took my hands off of the wheel and grabbed my mittens from the seat next to me, sliding my hands into their warmth. I got out of the car and looked around, observing that the parking lot was empty except for one car.

I felt bad for the one employee that got stuck working. I had been surprised that they were even open this evening, but grateful as well.

The sky was gray, full of snow that would begin falling any time now. The wind whipped past me, staining my cheeks pink from its temperature. I ducked into the small barn walking as quickly as I possibly could.

The warmth engulfed my body as I shut the door behind me. My eyes landed on the one man sitting in a lounge chair by a fire place, wearing what appeared to be a work uniform, as the jacket matched the name of the farm. He was just putting his book down, having heard the door creek open.

He had hair that was almost brown. I say almost because there was just a subtle hint of copper dancing through his looks. He was smiling at me, his green eyes shining and his white teeth flashing in a friendly manner.

"Welcome to Pine Ridge Tree Farm, " he greeted as he stood up from his chair, looking a little embarrassed at being caught sitting on the job.

"Hi," I smiled nervously, finding the situation mildly awkward.

"Here for a tree?"

I nodded and shifted my weight, now finding the situation more awkward.

He smirked yet not in an arrogant way, "You're just in time, we'll be closing soon."

I smiled, not sure what to say. "Any reason you waited until Christmas Eve to get a tree?"

"I'm kind of a procrastinator I guess," I shrugged. It was sort of true.

"Well, we've got a few trees left that are already cut, you-"

"I'd like to cut one down myself," I interrupted and then blushed, "I mean, it's just- um, I have, you know..." I stumbled but he shook his head and stopped me.

"It's no problem..." his tone trailed off as he looked at me questioningly.

"Bella," I supplied.

"It's no problem Bella," he smiled, and I grinned back, immensely thankful he was understanding.

"Well, here, let's get you out there before the snow hits us." He smiled and grabbed gloves that were lying on a table behind me.

I followed him out of the nice warm barn, and was hit by the wind once more. He led me to the side , where there was an excellent view of the tree forest. He handed me a saw hanging on a peg, which I took gingerly.

"What kind of tree are you looking for?"

"A Frasier Fir," I replied without missing a beat.

"Okay, those are back there," he pointed out to the rows of trees.

Well that didn't help much.

He seemed to notice that he had been rather vague and then he chuckled. "The fir's are past the Colorado Spruces, the Eastern Pines and the Balsam Fir's. You'll know you hit the frasier's when you see the sign."

I nodded. Well that helped more. We smiled at each other for a brief second before he continued.

"I'm going to hook the tractor up to the wagon and then come and bring you and the tree in. Sound good?" Again I nodded.

I started to walk towards the trees, when he called, "And Bella?" I turned around expectantly. "I'm Edward."

I grinned. "Nice to meet you Edward." He gave me a crooked, flawless smile before we both turned in out different directions. I had a good couple hundred yards to walk to get to the right trees.

As soon as I started walking on the packed down snowy path, snow flakes started to softly come down the wind momentarily slowing, as if allowing the word to appreciate the beauty of the glistening white specks.

It didn't take me more than 10 minutes to see the Fraisure sign. In that 10 minute walk, the wind had evidently decided that the snow had had enough time to be appreciated, and picked up abruptly. The snowflakes in retaliation grew bigger and kept coming down to the speed of the wind.

I felt my heart fall when I saw that there were more stumps than trees ready. I realized that waiting until Christmas Eve to get a tree would be problematic. I mean, it always had been in the past. But somehow we had always managed to find the perfect tree.

Why did I think I could do this?

I silently cursed him out; what idiots actually got a tree on the Christmas Eve?

I looked up at the sky and glared to the heavens, thinking, This was your dumbass idea.

But I almost immediately had to move my glance down from the sky as the snowflakes had fallen all over my face. I really needed to find a tree fast.

I started walking around, trying to find the right tree. I walked, and walked until there were no longer stumps surrounding me, but more trees.

None of them were good enough. We had always been picky, but this year it had to be perfect. So I kept weaving my way through the trees as I continued to go into the denser areas, none of the trees satisfying me.

And then I saw it.

It was about 50 yards away, and it had clearly been planted by a mistake, as it wasn't in line with the rest of the trees. I rushed to it, which was hard to do considering the fact that the snow was no longer packed down and every step I took, my boots sunk about a foot.

As I tried to rush it, without falling and impaling myself with a saw (I'm not entirely sure how one would impale themselves on a straight rectangular saw, and yet, I wouldn't put it past me,) I realized how hard the snow was coming down. It was coming down hard enough to actually cloud my vision from the tree.

Somehow though, I managed to get to the tree with little problems more than a shortness of breath from the running. I inspected the tree, brushing some of the snow off of the branches. I was a bit startled to see that there was nearly two inches of fresh snow on the branches.

Once I looked at the tree from all of the angles, I concluded that my original assessment was correct. It was perfect.

I burrowed down into the snow and brushed it away from the trunk to get better access. I put the saw that Edward had given to me against the trunk and started to move it back and forth.

I abruptly realized that this wasn't as easy as he had made it look. I had only been in charge of putting pressure on the tree to lean in a certain direction while he sawed.

I gritted my teeth and ignored my cold protesting arms and continued to move the edges back and forth against the wood, slowly but surely making progress.

If I had to estimate how long it took me, I'd have to say the better part of 20 minutes. But alas, it finally began to fall, and with one final shove from me, it landed in the fluffy white snow with a soft thud.

I grinned triumphantly at the tree as I brushed some of the snow and needles off of me. Unable to stop my smile, I stood up and looked down at the tree. I knew he'd be proud.

And then, my smile fell.

Looking around at the trees, I realized that I could hardly see any of the green needles. They were all blanketed with the coating of snow, that had now reached about four inches.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I let the profanity out just a few more times in my head and a couple of times out loud just for good measure.

I had been completely caught up in the moment of finding and getting to the tree that I hadn't realized how far off of the path that I had come. I was surrounded by trees and a white thick sky.

"Shit." I couldn't even stop that one.

I took a deep breath and then realized I was being irrational. I turned around, knowing I could trace my foot prints and go back that way.

And then, hardly able to bite back a profanity once more, I realized that my steps had hardly been a foot deep. They had been deep...ish. And now I couldn't find them. The snow was coming down to fast, and too heavily to see past it's wall and find the prints that were probably already more than half covered.

I was so fucking screwed.

"Edward!" I yelled, listening with all my might for the engine of a tractor. I heard nothing but the wind in response.

"Edward!" I screamed louder, knowing that was as loud as I could make myself.

I waited.

Nothing.

My heart began to pound frantically in my chest as I came to the conclusion that I was lost.

In a blizzard.

On Christmas Eve.

Alone.

I closed my eyes and tried to figure out what to do, knowing that while crying would feel excellent in this situation, it would be just about the most unproductive thing I could possibly do.

No matter how much I wanted to.

Alright. Rational. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the freak out my body was having. I couldn't see anything from down here, as I was hardly even pushing 5'4. However, maybe if I could get a better view, I could see which direction to go in from here.

So, I climbed the most sturdy looking pine tree I could find. Climbing a pine tree is not something I would recommend. The trunk was swaying underneath my weight and I was being poked by thousands of needles all over my body, some in more uncomfortable places than others.

My heart fell yet again when I saw that I couldn't see past the snow flakes still coming down. I knew they wouldn't stop yet, or even probably soon. The weathermen had been predicting a big storm, and I had been the idiot to think I could beat it.

"Help!" I yelled with all of my might as I slid down the tree and jumped into the snow.

"Edward! Help me!" I screamed again, fighting the tears.

My body was freezing. I was beginning to lose feeling in my toes, and my thighs I could hardly feel. My fingers were having trouble bending and I knew that I would not survive if I didn't get the hell out of here.

"EDWARD!" I yelled, cupping my hands around my mouth trying to move the sound farther.

I was debating on walking anywhere, because I knew this wasn't about getting my perfect tree anymore.

It had suddenly become a deadly game of survival.

I wanted to start walking but I knew that may just do more harm than good. I had about a 50/50 shot of heading into deeper woods and sealing my own grave.

Just when I was about to start crying, I heard something. I can't say what it was, it could have just been a branch breaking. But it might be Edward.

"Over here!" I yelled as loud as my other screams had been. I knew I could use my voice as a guide, I just had to keep making noise.

"Edward!" I almost prayed it wasn't him. Because then he would be just as fucked as I was.

I continued to yell different things, hearing vague noises back that still weren't entirely intelligible. However, after a particularly loud "Help!" I heard something back.

"Bella!"

I closed my eyes and felt tears finally flowing out of my eyes. Edward was out here, coming for me.

"I'm here!" I yelled, feeling my throat burn from all of the abuse.

"Sheep flocking!" I heard back in response.

Sheep...? What the hell.

"Yeah, they're flocking!" I yelled back.

And then I realized he had probably said "keep talking." That's one of those awkward moments. I, in any case wasn't particularly concerned at the moment.

"I'm here! I'm here!"

And then, I saw a silhouette.

"Edward!" I ran to to the shadow, as it moved towards me. We collided, and I made my near frozen arms throw myself at him.

We almost both went down, but strong arms steadied us. And held onto me tightly. "Oh thank God, Bella." He pulled me impossibly closer to him and I felt his face nuzzle the side of mine.

"Edward, we need to get out here!" I cried, wiping away the tears. His green eyes were concerned, but I could see joy there as well.

"I know," he had to yell over the wind. "I think I know where we are, and there's a cabin near here."

I didn't want to be the one to point out that I couldn't make out 20 feet in front of me, much less find a cabin. Then, I noticed that he had a compass, and I thanked God once more.

"This way!" he said loudly, tucking me under his arm and guiding me in the direction of the cabin.

He was incredibly encouraging the whole way, he kept telling me "it's okay," and "almost there," and "doing great Bella, a little bit further." But after his third "little bit further," my legs gave out. I could not feel my toes, and my thighs were unable to move.

Before I could even try to get back up, I found myself back in those strong arms. He lifted me with what appeared to be little effort at all. I found myself putting all of my trust, and my life into this man who I had met about an hour ago.

I burrowed into his jacket and closed my eyes tightly, praying to God. Please don't let me die on Christmas. Please. Please. Please. I kept myself from crying with sheer willpower.

"Bella, we're here!" I heard being gently, yet loudly spoke into my ear. I moved my face from his jacket and saw a small log cabin in front of us, and I wanted to cry for joy.

Without setting me down, he went to where the door was, and pulled a key out from a space about the threshold. He pushed the door open after unlocking it.

I looked around the small room and saw a fireplace. Maybe I would survive. There was a older looking couch and a rocking chair. But all I saw was the fireplace and the pile of split wood next to it.

"I'm going to set you down now," he told me quietly, after having shut the door, shutting out the storm. I nodded and then felt myself being lowered tenderly down onto the couch. I immediately missed the warmth that he had someone provided.

Before I knew it, he had moved across the small space and had lit a fire in the fire place with some matches that had been there. I watched in tired delight as the cabin was illuminated by the orange glow of a quickly roaring fire.

"Can you stand?" he asked, turning back to me and crouching in front of me.

"I think so," I mumbled, unconvincing. He frowned and stood up. I wondered where he was going, but then I felt the couch being pushed so that I was within a good distance from the fire. I felt it's heat beginning to thaw me out almost immediately.

"Here, let's get this off of you," he said, coming around and sitting smoothly down next to me.

I wasn't exactly sure what he wanted off of me, but I didn't really care. I was too zeroed in on the heat. I felt my stocking hat being lifted off of me, and knew my hair was a mess. He set it carefully next to the fire. It was so covered with snow, that you couldn't even see what color it was.

Edward then pulled my mittens off my frozen hands. They too were indistinguishable under the snow. "Hey, let me see those hands," he requested softly. I watched as picked my icy hands up with his. "Can you bend all your fingers?" I concentrated really hard on curling my uncooperative fingers in. Finally, they all seemed to move enough to know that I could keep them. His hands somehow were burning compared to mine.

Instead of setting my hands back down, I watched as he brought them up to his face and placed a gentle kiss on each one. The kiss was so tender that I felt the tears in my eyes and his caring. His green eyes met mine and we seemed to have a silent conversation, and a silent understanding of each other.

Before long, I was out of my soaking wet coat, my snow pants and my boots. I was left only with my fuzzy red sweater and jeans that were wet from the knees down. He had pulled off his wet snow gear and had on a U of M gray sweatshirt and dark jeans that unlike mine, were looser and completely dry.

I also had a fleece blanket wrapped securely around my torso, one that Edward had found in a small cabinet.

"We need to get you out of those jeans," he said quietly, looking at my wet pants in concern. I almost smirked at how he phrased that. Now was so not the time.

But, he must have ran his words back over in his head as well, because he let out a small, nervous chuckle. "I didn't mean you know, in that way," he explained as he ran his hand through his hair.

I smiled, and placed a slightly warmer hand on his knee. "I know you didn't." His shoulders lost their tension.

"I haven't been in here for forever," he said, still looking slightly nervous. Glad to know I wasn't the only one.

"What is this place for?" I asked curiously. Not that I wasn't immensely thankful for it.

"My grandparents built this when they first started the tree farm. Me and my brother used to camp out here. My parents have kept it as more of a ceremonial thing I guess." My shoulders had tensed at some of his words, but he hadn't noticed thankfully.

"Your family owns the farm?" I asked. I would have blushed at the stupid question, but my cheeks were so windblown and rosy, that it just wasn't possible.

He nodded. "It's almost, yet not quite, fully stocked as well." I laughed quietly at the phrasing. "There's candles and more blankets, that I should probably get out. I'm pretty sure there's a bunch of food cans as well."

Food. I hadn't even thought about the possibility of starving.

"Maybe we'll even get really lucky and there will be pots and pans too!" he grinned, his tone properly sarcastic. I laughed out loud at that one, and his grin got wider.

Before I could reply, he had his hands on his knees and was pushing himself up off of the couch in search of said things. I stared at the fire as I heard rustling and doors opening and shutting behind me. I was still cold, but I was safe, and the frost bite didn't seem to be bad.

Within a few minutes, the small cabin was illuminated further with the soft glows of the half a dozen candles that were now blazing in various places around the space. Edward also found the mother load of blankets and had them sitting by the fire, after he wrapped another one around me. And then, since he was apparently an over achiever, he also found the stock of canned goods with a pot.

"Okay, we got your clam chowder, your chicken noddle, some chili and of course the never failing tomato soup. What will it be milady?" he grinned, his hands full of the said cans.

"Tough choice..." I muttered with a grin back. He chuckled. "I'll have the clam chowder," I smiled.

"Good call," he winked. Now I was the one to laugh.

Soon, the two of us each had our own soup steaming and ready. Once I was properly thawed out, I had managed to track down two spoons. Edward sat across from me on the couch after making sure I was still wrapped up in my blanket and we ate or soup together.

"Edward," I began as soon as I had gotten over the delicious sensation that was soup and set it on the ground momentarily, "I'm really, really sorry that I had to be stubborn and cut my own tree down. If I hadn't been an idiot, we wouldn't be here right now, and you could be home with your family and not stuck in here eating canned soup for a Christmas dinner." My throat started to tighten, "I'm sorry I ruined your Christmas." My voice cracked on the last word.

Edward set his soup smoothly down on the wooden floor and before I could even raise an eyebrow, he had pulled me into his arms and tucked my head under his chin. His hands rubbed comforting strokes up and down my back and I hugged him back, trying not to cry loudly.

"Don't apologize Bella. Please don't," he pleaded softly. And then I felt gentle pressure on my head from his lips and my whole body warmed.

"You shouldn't be here. You should be home," I cried quietly. His only response was to hold me against him tighter.

Why the hell was the stranger helping me like he was? He had saved my life, and now he was being incredibly nice to me, and I had ruined the man's Christmas and I was an awful person.

Once I had finally stopped crying and I was working on making my breath more even, he moved his chin away and gently tilted my own up. I looked up into his green eyes, frozen. His hands came to each side of my face and his smooth thumbs gently brushed my tears away.

"Bella, I know you probably won't believe this, but I'm glad I'm here with you. Stranded in a blizzard. I'm so happy I have someone to spend Christmas with, and I'm even happier that that someone is you." His eyes never left mine, and I could see and hear the sincerity.

"But don't you have family you want to spend it with?" I asked. I realized I was still clutching him, but what's more, I realized I didn't mind.

Edward sighed and I saw pain in his eyes. I mentally cringed, chastising myself for even asking that personal of a question. "My wife left me last Christmas, and since our divorce, holidays have been hard for me."

"I'm so sorry Edward," I said sincerely. The woman who hurt this man was a bitch. Not that I was judging though.

I looked closely at Edward. I hadn't pegged him for more than 25 years old at the most. But then again, I sometimes appeared still in my teens when I was a solid 21.

"It doesn't matter," he shrugged, his hands finally falling lightly from the sides of my faces.

"Well then I'm glad I'm here with you too," I smiled softly as my own hand came up and tenderly cupped his warm cheek. That crooked smile came onto his face once more and I felt myself warmed by it.

"Merry Christmas Edward," I whispered, feeling myself inch towards him.

"Merry Christmas Bella," he whispered back quietly before pressing his warm soft lips against

mine. I felt this small shock as our lips met, not a painful one either. His hand wound up my spine and his other rested on my hip as I pressed my lips against his more firmly. I kept one hand on his cheek and the other resting on his forearm as he kissed without any tongue for an unknown amount of time. I felt the warmth spread throughout my body as I experienced the kiss of a lifetime.

Finally we both pulled back, in need of breaths. We each softly inhaled as he pressed his forehead down against mine.

Our soup sat on the floor forgotten as we readjusted so that I was curled up against him, with his arm hugging me to his side as I played with his other hand and softly traced lines around it. We talked about casual stuff and I learned a lot about the stranger that was Edward.

He was in fact 25, a graduate of University of Minnesota (as I had suspected,) he had been a 2nd string quarterback which is how he met his ex wife who was a cheerleader for the university. His major had been journalism, but he had yet to find something that he really enjoyed in that position. His favorite color was blue, the dog from his childhood's name was Gizmo and his favorite baseball team were the Yankees, something I did not agree with.

I talked about myself too. I told him where I was going to college, and that I was majoring in education, wanting to teach junior high or high school. I told him that my favorite color was green, I hadn't had a childhood dog, but I had had a hamster that lived far longer than it was supposed to, named Skittles, and that my favorite football team were the Packers, something he did not agree with.

It was nice. My whole body was relaxed, as was my mind as we talked for what could have been hours. It eventually grew darker outside, and the snow began to let up, but only a little bit. We had easily gotten more than two, two and half feet and it still wasn't done. He informed me that we would be spending the night.

I was hesitant to move from our comfortable position that I had to admit I loved. If I was being completely honest with myself, I didn't want this night to end. I wanted to stay here with him, in this little cabin away from the world and live off of canned soup for the rest of our lives.

However, once I let out more than three yawns, he announced that it was time for bed. "Santa will never come if you're awake," he informed me with a grin. I laughed at that.

Edward and I slowly and reluctantly unwound from each other and he went to grab the huge pile of warmed blankets. I bit my lip as I watched him but a large pile on the couch and the other half on the floor, intending to make two separate beds.

"Edward," I said hesitantly. He looked up at me curiously. "Would it be okay if we shared the space by the fire. I-I...don't want to be alone." I looked down at the floor, embarrassed that I had even asked.

"It would be more than okay," Edward replied quietly, but I could hear a smile in his face. I looked over at him to see a kind, soft grin on his face that matched his tone.

So, in a little amount of time. I had slipped out of my jeans, while Edward turned his back respectfully and went to blow out the other candles. I was wearing spandex along with my underwear, and my jeans were tight and uncomfortable. Edward must have taken his cue from me, because he slid out his jeans as well as I averted my eyes, only catching a glimpse of black boxers before he was under the blankets as well.

It was momentarily awkward as we sat in weird silence. I furrowed my brow, rather amused actually.

"This is weird."

"Yep," I agreed instantly.

"I could put my pants back on..." he trailed off, causing me to giggle.

"Well I was thinking the weird part was the sweatshirts we have one." I wasn't even trying for anything either. It was just awkward to have bare legs and then a fully clothed torso.

"Um..."

"What?" I turned on my side to face him.

"I don't have anything on under this," he informed me.

I gave him a raised eyebrow.

"I split coffee on my shirt!" he defended, making me laugh for a moment.

"Oh what the hell," I shrugged. I felt a connection with Edward. I didn't want to have sex with him this very second, but I didn't think I would be that uncomfortable with him being shirtless.

Edward chuckled along with me as we both pulled ourselves into sitting positions and then pulled off our overheads. I was wearing a spaghetti tank top under mine. Edward however wasn't lying. He had not a thing under the sweatshirt. He did forget to mention the six pack that was underneath them.

And somehow, I knew surviving the blizzard would be the least of my worries.

We went back under the pile of blankets that we had set up right next to the fire and somehow it was less awkward with less clothes on.

"Bella?" Edward said quietly after a minute.

I hummed in response.

"Can I hold you?" he asked tentatively, with a hint of shyness is his voice that positively melted my heart.

"I'd like that," I whispered back. He was laying flat on his back, and he pulled me carefully against his warm bare torso so that his right arm was resting beneath my head and his left arm across my stomach with his hand on my back.

We didn't speak. We didn't need to. The only sounds around us was the whistling wind and the crackling fire, giving the dark room a soft glow.

I thought he had fallen asleep, but there was something I just really wanted to say, to anyone. So it was my turn to ask, "Edward?"

"Yeah?" he was still awake. He began to gently play with my hair, that I'm sure was looking like a rat's nest.

"Why didn't you ask me why I wanted to cut down my own tree?" I wondered quietly.

"Because it wasn't my place to," he replied quietly.

"Do you want to know?"

"If you want to tell me, Bella." I nodded against him and curled into him, my hand sliding across his torso and hugging him to me.

"My dad's a police officer. He's always worked holidays. It used to be that he just happened to get scheduled, but when my mom..." I broke off and took a deep breath, "When my mom died in a car accident, I think he started to volunteer for the shifts. I was 16 when that happened.

"My older brother Emmett is two years older than me, and we were left alone on Christmas the winter after she died. We hadn't pulled out any decorations and we weren't sure what to do with ourselves. But then it occurred to him, or maybe he just wanted to make me happy, but either way he suddenly said "Well why the hell don't we have a Christmas tree?""

I stopped and smiled, feeling my eyes water. "So, we found the only tree farm that was open and we went and cut down a tree. It was the perfect tree. Emmett wouldn't cut it down until it was the most perfect one. It was so goddamn annoying. I punched him a number of times before we found the perfect one."

Edward continued to play with the ends of my hair and was smiling softly, encouraging me to go on. "And that's what we did every year. We waited until Christmas Eve to find the perfect tree and bring it home. Until last year." I heard my voice quiver but ignored it. "Emmett had a heart attack. Bacteria attacked his heart, and his heart had been working at only 5% for days and he didn't have any signs. He didn't make it. He was only 22."

I stopped and wiped the small tears that had forced their way out away. Edward only held onto me tighter. "And that's why I had to cut down the perfect one, for him." I finished, letting out a shaky breath but otherwise being okay.

"I'm sorry, Bella," he whispered as he kissed my temple.

We didn't say anything for a moment. I waited for my eyes to dry before I let out a gusty chuckle, "Well that plan clearly backfired."

"To hell it did," Edward muttered. I turned my head so I could see his face and he could see my confusion. "I mean...well, you're here with me now. And I don't think anything else matters."

I smiled. I nuzzled against his chest again and closed my eyes slightly before opening them once more.

"And Edward?"

"Yes Bella?"

"I'm not one of those girls that cries all the time...so I think we should forget about my last..." I trailed off, trying to count. Four? Nine? Seventeen? "Sixish meltdowns," I announced sheepishly.

Edward's chest vibrated as he laughed, a belly laugh that I absolutely fell in love with. "I'm pretty sure it was only fiveish."

"Oh. Well. I'm doing pretty good then!"

I joined in his laughter this time. It was weird, but I felt such an intense connection with this man holding me, a man that I...huh. I didn't even know his last name. And I didn't find myself caring at the moment. And that fact alone for me, tells one wonders.

It was quiet for a moment. I didn't want to sleep, and I didn't think he was particularly tired right now either. I just wanted to be with him.

"Bella?"

"Yes Edward?" I grinned.

"I got you out of your jeans." I heard his own smirk. I giggled.

"Yes, but you haven't talked me out of the shorts yet, stud." And I really wish you would. 'Cause I guarantee you it won't take much.

And then with smooth strength, I was lifted on top of him, my chest pressed against his. My eyes widened as I started down at his sexy smirk.

"We have all night for that." And then we were kissing, and it was nearly, if not better than the first. I felt his mouth open more and his tongue caress my bottom lip. And with that, it was definitely better than the first.

I ran my hands through his hair, as his strong warm hands glided across my thighs, lighting me on fire with the feather light touches. I laid my head down on his chest, reveling in the sensation that his hands were creating as he explored other parts of my body tenderly.

As soon as I got my embarrassing gasps under control, I slid my hands out of his hair. I then found his that were gently ghosting across my shoulders. I entwined both of my hands with his.

"Edward?"

"Yes Bella?"

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Bella."

Being snowed in a cabin with a half naked sexy man can't be the worst way to spend a Christmas, now can it? (:

A Sincerely, Sergeant Masen Christmas will be up on Friday!