I have to thank my a fantastic trio of friends for helping me with this: m0t0b33, teamalltwilight and Pyejammies! ;)

As always, I don't own anything Twilight related or anything else you might recognize in my story. I DO own the idea.

We'll just call them Hot Mama and Jailbait. :) Check the pictures in my FB group: Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction (link on my profile)

Edward's POV

Bella parks in front of the wooden cabin. In the headlights, we can see the shadow of some wild animal right in front of the cabin.

"Oh no!" she shouts. "It looks like a wolf."

"Why don't you honk? Maybe it'll go away?" I wonder, trying not to let it show I'm scared.

She listens to me, but the animal just moves a few inches away.

It looks so big and scary in the shadow of the cabin's door. We can't see much since it's right in front of the car…

"What do we do?" Bella whispers.

"I'll take care of it," I say as courageously as I can.

"Be careful!"

I give her a small smile, take my seatbelt off and tentatively step out of the car.

Oh, fuck.

I'm going to piss my pants if that's a real wolf.

I step slowly to the front of the car and peek at the wild animal.

When I see that the ferocious beast is a rather large hare, not a wolf or some other wild animal, I start laughing so hard I can't breathe. I wave to Bella to come out.

She scares the hare which scurries away.

"You were scared of a bunny!" I wheeze.

"Like you weren't!" she bites back, throwing a snowball at me.

I gasp and tackle her to the ground. We start rolling in the snow until I end up on top of her. She looks even more beautiful under the headlights.

I kiss her slowly before she pushes me away saying we should head inside.

I agree. Our clothes are wet.

A few trips later, everything from the car is transferred to the house. We're changed into clean, dry clothes while the wet ones are in the bathroom.

I'm trying to figure out how to make the fireplace work while Bella prepares some hot chocolate.

Why did Dad have to buy this fancy shit? I have no idea how to turn it on and it's freezing.

I find a plug next to fireplace and realize how stupid I am. When I press it into the wall plug there's an odd noise and all the lights in the house go off.

"Ooops!" I yell. "My fault!"

"No shit?" Bella shouts from the kitchen. "What did you do?"

"Plugged in the fireplace...I think."

"Oh, it works just with logs. It consumed too much energy and we decided it was safer to use it the usual way," she tells me, approaching. "Let me go turn the lights back on, just take that out of the plug."

"Okay," I mumble.

I had no idea.

Maybe I should have asked.

Wait! She said logs.

"Where do we find logs?" I shout after her.

"Behind the house," Bella answers just as light floods the house once again.

I sigh and go to find some damn logs because I don't want to freeze my ass on a vacation. I step out in the biting cold and go around the cabin in search of the wood.

There are only a few logs and I grab them making a mental note to ask Bella where they got them from. We need more.

Once back in the house, I throw three logs in the fireplace then stop.

How the fuck do I start the fire?

"Bella, what do you start the fire with?" I holler at her.

"Did you just ask me how to start a fire? You're the chain smoker!"

I huff, not ready to admit defeat as I pat my pockets for the lighter.

Soon we have a roaring fire.

Kudos to me.

"Was it so hard?" she asks, amused, coming into the living room with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa.

Yummy.

"Extremely. Listen, we need more logs. Where did Dad buy them from?"

Bella gives me an amused look. "Honey, Carl used to chop them."

"What? Do I have to…chop them? Can't we go in town and buy some?"

"Uh, no."

Fuck.

"Now, come here and drink this while it's warm," she tells me softly, patting the spot next to her on the couch.

I shuffle there and plop next to her, slinging my arm around her shoulders. She snuggles into me, offering me the mug.

"Do you really want this?" I ask curiously.

I'm still shocked she feels the same.

"Yes, I told you. It's a complicated situation, but we'll make it work. Right?"

"We will make it work," I say confidently. "I want everything with you."

She smiles, tilting her head to kiss me. "I guess slow is out of question."

"Really? Because there's nothing more I want than to take you to the bedroom," I say eagerly.

"Easy there, Jailbait. Let's drink this, talk some more then take it from there."

"Talk? What else can we talk about?" I groan.

"About what we're going to do here for a week?" she suggests, kissing my jaw.

Fuck.

Then fuck some more.

"Besides that."

"I didn't say anything!" I laugh.

"But you thought it."

"Maybe," I tease her and steal another kiss. "I'll take you skiing as I promised."

"There's that, yes. And we left a few things behind the last time we came here," she tells me.

I drown the rest of my drink, putting the mug on the coffee table. "I think we should go upstairs."

Bella laughs and takes another sip of her hot chocolate. When the mug moves away from her face, I can see brown whiskers above her top lip.

"Don't move," I whisper as I lean closer and lick the chocolate, staring into her eyes the whole time.

Fuck.

She moans and crashes her lips to mine.

It's obvious we have to take this upstairs.

"Bed?" I insist, kissing her neck. "Please."

"Okay, let's go, but take your mind off that. I'm tired," Bella informs me.

Well there goes my plan.

"Is second base allowed?" I beg. I really need to see her, feel her, taste her.

"Second base? You have to be explicit with me, Edward. I'm not into sports."

"Clothes off, but no sex," I say promptly making her laugh.

"We'll see."

Hand in hand we take the stairs. Too many fucking stairs in this house.

On the top floor we stop in front of the master bedroom.

I can't go in there and see her naked or sleep with her.

"Guest bedroom?" Bella cocks her head to the side, tugging me to the left.

"Yeah." I scratch the back of my neck. "It's odd."

"Tell me about it," she jokes. "I plan to sleep with my late husband's son. Mind-fuck."

I burst in laughter and crush her to my chest. "Let's not think beyond this." I press my forehead to hers. "Our bubble. Nothing else matters."

"Quoting from my favorite songs gets you in my panties faster."

I grin, trying to remember what bands she likes. I'm going to quote all of them only to have a piece of her.

Bella wraps her arms around my waist, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me. "Our bubble. I like that idea."

I smile against her lips, slowly inching my fingers under her sweater. Soft skin everywhere.

"Can I take this off?" I ask between pecks. She nods. It's all I need.

I grab the hem of her sweater and rolling up over her stomach, her tits, then finally over her head. I leave her hands tangled in the sweater, getting sidetracked by what I'm seeing.

All her clothes were wet, but she didn't bother to put on a bra.

She's trying to kill me.

Bella has amazing tits. I'm almost afraid to touch them – so fucking perfect. They're a handful, firm, round, soft, with hard nips.

She takes my right hand and guides it to one boob. "Touch me. I won't bite. For now."

I exhale shakily and my hand finally connects with the warm flesh. "Bella," I breathe. "Fuck. So perfect!" I cup her with both my hands. I start kneading her boobs, thumbing her nipples, tugging at them before my lips join my fingers.

I can't have enough of her.

She strokes my hair as I lick and nip at her boobs. I could live here for the rest of my life.

I feel her tugging my shirt up and separate from her chest unwillingly. Once my shirt is thrown away, we're frantically kissing. It's like the first kiss all over again.

At the same time, our hands reach for the other's pants. It would have been funny if we weren't in such a hurry to get undressed and feel the other bare against each other.

I take Bella to the bed the second we're down to our underwear. I fall on top of her, still kissing her. She moans loudly as I dig my erection into her hip. I don't have control over my body when it's about her.

"Would you let me make you feel good?" she whispers, nipping at my bottom lip.

"I'm not sure…it's going to end so embarrassingly fast," I mutter.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Her nails are lightly scratching my ribs going down, down to the elastic band of my boxers.

"Yes," I whimper.

"Good choice." She beams at me and cups me through the boxers.

I'm so pathetic. I can't do anything else while she has her hands on me.

I really want to touch her too but she put me under her spell.

"Am I doing all the hard work?" Bella pouts at me. "Don't I get a reward?"

"Course you do," I blurt out, pressing my lips to her nipple and sucking.

Can't. Get. Enough.

Too fucking sweet tasting.

I slip a hand between us and touch her over the panties. Fuck. So hot and wet.

"Take them off," Bella urges me, squirming under me.

I sit up on my knees and peel her panties off, then take my boxers off too.

I see her for the first time in all her glory. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful than her.

I used to think that some hair down there was ugly and gut retching, but on Bella it looks perfect. Suddenly very conscious that she can see me, I part her legs and dive between them, kissing every inch of her skin I find in my way. Her pussy smells of arousal and is glistening with juices.

Chancing a look at her face, I press my lips to her pussy.

Fuck.

I'm in heaven.

She moans loudly and curses, writhing under me.

I lick her, suck her clit and fuck her with my tongue. I'll never get enough of this woman.

"Edward!" Bella gasps, gripping my hair. "Right there! Yesss! Don't stop, no, no, no."

"Nevah," I answer into her pussy, sucking at her clit and pressing a finger inside her.

Holy fucking shit!

So freaking hot and tight and all mine!

I'm one lucky bastard.

"Yesss!" she shouts again, raising her hips and grinding against my face. "More. Faster."

One of her legs slips from my back where she's anchored them and bumps into my erection. That's all it needs to explode.

I never thought that I was a foot man…but then again no one has done that.

I'm a Bella man. Through and through.

A few more sucks and licks later, she fills my mouth, then slumps against the pillows.

"Damn, kid. I think you killed me."

"Don't call me that!" I hiss. "I'm nice to you and call you Hot Mama and give you the best pussy licking you ever had and you call me kid." I huff, pretending to be upset.

"Jailbait," she says affectionately, opening her arms.

I snuggle there immediately, kissing her lips. I tug the blanket over us before we just lie there.

The air reeks of sex and I inhale greedily.

I can't wait until we actually do it. I wish she wasn't tired, but she's half asleep as it is.

Kissing her again and earning a small smile from Bella, I press my head to her chest and close my eyes.

Prolonging the inevitable makes it more desirable, right?

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