A/N: This is inspired by my fear of ice skating, rollerblading, skiing, snowboarding, and anything else that could potentially have me fall and land on my ass- which I don't have! I do not have a built in air bag so it makes it hurt that much more. But anyways, this was inspired by that. Happy Boxing Day and here's your darn lemon.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Ice Princess

The pond had freeze over last night. Living in Phoenix all of my life I was oblivious to just how cold and wet it really could be in Forks Washington. I sat on a tree stump a few feet away from the frozen water. I was attempting to ice skate today for the first time. I would normally avoid anything, and everything, that deals with skating, but today was different. Today, Edward was ice skating with me.

"Do you know how to tie your skates?" He asked, kneeling in front of me. He already had his skates on.

I shook my head. "I know how to tie a shoe."

He smiled at me, showing off his perfect teeth. My heart fluttered. "It's like tying a shoe." He grabbed my foot and put it on his knee. "Only, you have to make sure that it's tight." He put on the skate for me and started to lace it.

I looked past him and stared at the frozen pond. My heart stopped fluttering. I hated ice. I hated everything to do with ice. If I had my way all the ice in the world would melt and turn into water. We lived in Phoenix for a reason, so I could avoid all activities like this. But I had promised Edward (I'm starting to wonder why) that when we went to visit his family for the Christmas holidays that I would go ice skating with him.

"Is it too tight?" Edward asked tightening the laces on the skates. He looked up at me, before tying it into a double knot.

I shook my head.

"Are you sure? It has to be tight but I don't want to cut off your circulation."

"It's fine Edward." I smiled at him to show that I was being serious.

He nodded before finishing tying the skate. He grabbed my other foot and put it on his knee. Then he put on my skate and started to lace it up.

"Why am I doing this again?" I asked, my stomach doing a summersaults.

"Because you love me. And this is my Christmas present." He was tying a double knot with the laces.

"It's not even Christmas." I mumbled dryly to myself. "It's Boxing Day, the day after Christmas and we don't even celebrate it in America, so that makes it even worse. It's like Guy Fawkes Day for us."

Edward laughed. "Don't be bitter, Bella." He slapped my ankles with his hands and got to his skates. I have no idea how he was able to walk in them but it made even bitterer. He held out his hands for me. "Ready Bella?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm backing out. I don't want to-"

"Bella." Edward said my name in disapproval. "You promised."

I frowned at him. "But it's cold and wet and slippery. I'm going to fall."

He smiled at me. "Of course you are. And I'm going to be right behind you to catch you."

"What if it starts to crack and then like, I don't know, break through and I fall in and die. I will die Edward and it'll be all your fault." I knew I was being melodramatic but I really did not want to get onto the ice.

"Emmett and I used to go ice skating out here all the time." Edward pulled back his hands and walked, awkwardly, to the pond. He stepped on the ice, jumped a few times, and then finally started to skate in circles around the pond.

"See?" He held out his hands as he continued to skate around the pond. "The ice isn't cracking, I'm not falling in, and I won't die." He skated to the edge of the pond so he was in front of me. "Please Bella. You promised."

I sighed. "Can't I just like have sex with you?" I asked.

Edward started to laugh. His head dropped and he skated backwards, his shoulders shaking with each laugh. "We can do that after you ice skate with me." He looked at me, his face was red. I wasn't sure if it was from the cold weather or if he was embarrassed by my bluntness.

I pushed myself off the stump and started to wobble. My hands stretched out in front of me as I tried to catch my balance, which was a near impossible task for me. I was starting to fall back when I felt something wrap around my gloved hand and pull me up so I was standing up straight.

Edward was holding my hands with an anxious look on his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded. My heart was still pounding from almost falling. "Yeah." I finally breathed. "I'm okay."

Edward grabbed onto my other hand and started to skate back, pulling my upper half with him. I wouldn't let my skates off of the snow covered grass. Even though the fear of falling had passed, the fear of slipping on the ice and cracking my head open was still there.

"You're going to have to skate with me sooner or later, Bella." Edward persisted, skating closer to the edge of the pond, so I could stand up right. His hands didn't leave mine.

"Later sounds good." I nodded. "How about we do this next year?" I didn't add the part where I was hoping to be pregnant or have a broken leg. I honestly considered slamming my arm into the car door last night, just so I had an excuse not to join him on the ice, but I figured that would be taking a little too far. I was starting to regret my decision.

"I'm not going to let you fall." Edward promised, skating back again. Because our hands were still entwined together, he started to pull me with him. My skate took a step forward without my permission. I let out a loud scream and tried to pull him back so I didn't get any closer to the ice.

"Edward, please stop moving!" I screamed at him. My heart was pounding in my ears. I was on the verge of having a panic attack.

He stopped skating backwards and frowned at me. "You're really scared, aren't you?" He sounded surprised.

I looked up at him. I wanted to scream "duh" in his face but the hurt look made me stop. Edward knew that I had a phobia of anything slippery. I had proven my inability to keep my balance many times in the short time that we've been together. On our wedding day I tripped over my dress and landed face first into the red carpet when I was walking down the aisle. You've might have seen it on America's Most Funny Home Videos. Emmett, Edward's adoptive brother and best man, caught it all on tape. He won fifty thousand dollars for that tape.

"Here." Edward got back onto the grass, his hands still holding mine. "We'll go back home. I don't want to make you do anything that you don't want to do."

He was smiling at me but I could see the pain behind his eyes. It made my stomach turn. Edward really wanted me to go ice skating with him, and even though I was terrified of falling on my butt or cracking my skull open, I did make a promise. Not only a promise, but a Christmas promise (even if it is Boxing Day… in Canada) and you can't break a Christmas promise.

I put my skate on the ice. I involuntary jerked Edward's hand as I tried to not slip. It was hard. I took a deep breath when I was sure I wouldn't slip and then put my other foot on the ice. It took me a few seconds to stand on there. I wasn't slipping, yet.

I finally looked at Edward. His eyes were wide and he looked confused. I moved my right skate forward and then my left. I had no idea what I was doing, but it surely couldn't be that difficult.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked.

"Hold on." Edward stepped onto the ice and skated in front of me. "Spread your legs a little further apart-" I did as he said, or at least tried, it's hard to move skates on ice- "now right and then left."

He skated back and pulled me along. I kept my eyes on the ice as I moved my right foot first and then my left. I started to wobble, but Edward's grip tightened around my hands. He whispered words of encouragement to me as I focused all of my attention on trying to move the skates across the ice.

"You can't be afraid to fall Bella." Edward told me. "It's inevitable."

I looked away from my skates. "You're not helping."

"Just relax. You'll do fine."

"Liar." I growled.

"Bella, you're thinking too much into this." Edward let go of my hands.

"Hey!" I screamed waving at the air in front of me. "Hey! Where are you going? You can't just-"

Edward skated around me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His warm breath grazed the back of my neck. He held my hips in place. His skates started to push the back of mine, moving me forward. My hands grabbed onto his wrists as he pushed me across the ice.

"I'm going to fall." I squeaked.

"You're not going to fall."

"I'm going to fall and crack my head open."

"You're not going to fall."

"You're going to fall, because of me, and crack open you head."

Edward let out a deep sigh. He stopped pushing me forward. Instead he hugged me, his chin resting on my shoulder. "I love you, Bella." He kissed my cheek. "And I would happily crack open my head for you."

"You're not making me feel any better." I turned my head so I could look at him. He let go of me again, and skated so he was in front of me. I latched my hands onto his shirt when he had come to a complete stop. "Will you stop skating around like that?"

He grabbed my elbows. "Pretty soon you'll be able to skate around like this." He smiled. "We'll try this again. When I skate back, I want you to move forward." He moved his right skate. I mimicked this movement, only moving it forward. He moved his left skate back; I moved my right skate forward.

But because God hates me and I have no balance, I ended up slipping and falling onto my knees. Edward, who's grip tightened around my elbows, was the only thing that was stopping me from busting my knee caps opened.

"Are you okay Bella?" He asked, gently lowering me down the ice.

"I can't believe I fell." I groaned to myself. I was so embarrassed.

"Yeah, but you didn't crack your head open." Edward offered, kneeling in front of me. His face was inches away from mine.

"Do you want to try it again?" He asked.

I sighed. "Yeah." I didn't sound enthusiastic.

"That's my girl." Edward kissed my cheek before helping me onto my skates again.

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"I'm impressed." Emmett moved his hands behind his head and smiled at me. "You went ice skating and only came back with a sprain wrist. I'm very impressed. You walked down the aisle on your wedding day-"

"Yes, we all know what happened on my wedding day." I snapped at him. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest but it felt awkward, you know, with the hand brace and all.

"It could be worse, Bells." Alice, Edward's adoptive sister, symphonized. "You could have broken your leg or cracked open your skull." She wasn't making me feel any better.

"I think it's about time for you two to get going." Esme, Edward's adoptive mom, ushered them out. "Bella needs her rest."

"Bye, Bella." Emmett patted my leg.

"Bye, Bells." Alice kissed my cheek and danced out of the room.

"Get some sleep, Bella." Esme ordered, kissing my forehead. "I mean it." She shot a look at Edward.

I fought the urge to giggle. Esme knew us way too well. But could she blame us? We were newlyweds. We were allowed to be, well, you know.

"Bye mom." Edward got off of a chair near the window and kissed her cheek. "Tell dad thanks again."

Esme smiled at him. "Don't worry about it. Your father knows what the drill is when Bella comes over."

"Hey!" I protested. "I'm not that bad."

"N one said that you were, sweetie." Esme gave me an apologizing look before walking out of the room. "I wasn't kidding about getting some sleep, you two." She warned us before closing her door.

I looked at Edward. He was standing in front of the bed that I was lying on. I just had a sprain wrist but Edward's family was kind of critical when it came to my health, probably because on more than one accession I accidently turned a small thing into a big thing by slipping or running into something.

"So," I broke the silence, "do you wanna do it?"

He rolled his eyes. "I shouldn't have forced you to go ice skating with me. It's all my fault that you sprained your wrist."

"No, it's God's fault. He's the one that made it impossible for me to walk a flat clean surface without falling, let alone ice. While we're at it, why don't we blame the ice I slipped on for being so gosh darn slippery. C'mon Edward, you said it yourself, we both knew I was going to fall, it was inevitable. We should just be glad it's not something worse."

He sat on the edge of the bed. "I was supposed to catch you though." He didn't look at me.

"You did catch me." I reminded him.

"But yet you still got a sprain wrist." He finally looked up at me. Guilt was written all over his face.

I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, Edward, you promised me that we could have sex after I ice skated with you." I grabbed his hand (with my good hand) and laced my fingers with his. My bandaged hand wrapped around the back of his head and pushed him closer to me.

"Didn't Esme tell you to get some sleep?" He tried to sound angry with me, but the smile on his face was a dead giveaway that he was just as excited as I was.

"I didn't hear her if you didn't." I smiled at him.

He pushed his lips onto mine, making me fall back onto the bed. I kind of wished that I didn't have that stupid bandaged around my hand because I would've loved to run my fingers through his hair.

His hand grabbed the hem of the night shirt I was wearing. I lifted my hands over my head. It was gone with seconds, his hands back at my back pulling at the clasps to my bra.

"You're probably the only person I've seen that wears a bra to bed." Edward complained his teeth biting at my earlobe.

"I'm the only person that you've ever seen in a bra." I shot back at him. "Well besides that one time where you caught Emm-"

"Yeah," Edward pulled his head away from my neck so he could look at me. "We're not going to talk about that." An obvious shiver ran down my spine.

I started to giggle. "I'm sorry. I know how much you want to forget about it. I'll make sure not to mention that you saw Emmett trying on Esme's bra for ever again."

"He was only doing it because of a Ms. Ugly Pageant that the football players had to participate in our high school." Edward defended.

"Whatever stops the nightmares from coming at night, sweetie." I patted his cheek with my (good) hand and smiled at him.

"You only think you're funny." He was smiling at me, clearly hiding back a laugh that was building up in his throat.

"Shut up and kiss me." I rolled him over so I was on top.

"Be careful about the hand." Edward said anxiously. "I don't want you to accidently-"

I didn't let him finish his sentence. I pushed my lips onto his and started to pull at his shirt. He started to kiss back, lifting his back off of the bed so I could pull it up to his shoulders.

"You talk too much." I said breathlessly throwing his shirt to the side and went back to kissing him.

His fingers started to pull at the clasps of my bra. Edward hadn't had enough practice to perfect the art of taking off a bra, so his fingers fumbled over themselves. He was able to unhook one of the clasps though!

I swatted his hands away and unclasped final two hooks for him. "See," I threw the bra to the side, "was that really that hard?" I asked holding my hands out to the side.

Edward rolled his eyes. "You've had more practice than I've had." He pointed out.

"Emmett was right. We should give you lessons on how to unhook a bra."

Edward rolled his eyes. His fingers pulled at the waist band of my pajama pants. "I may not know how to take a bra off," he started pull my pajama pants down, "but I know how to take these off."

There was suddenly a breeze in my nether regions. I looked down to see not only my pajama pants but my panties half way under my butt. I was pretty sure that if I wasn't sitting on Edward, they would be completely off right now.

I rolled off his waist and lied right next to him. I lifted my butt off of the bed and to pull at my elastic waist so the only that there was nothing left that I needed to take off.

Edward did the same thing before rolling on top of me, positioning himself at my entrance. I smiled at him, brushing a few sweat drenched strands away from his eyes.

"I've waited all day for this." I bit my lip.

"I can tell." Edward whispered in my ear as he entered in me.

We both took a deep breath and released out a loud moan. It was easy to forget just how well Edward and I fitted together. It was like to pieces of the puzzle finally finding each other for the first time, every time that we had sex together.

I bit my lip as he started a rhythm. I grabbed at his back with my good hand, while my bandaged hand rested lazily on his hand. He grunted and moaned in my ear. I wanted to scream, but I was very aware that this was his parents' house. So I bit lip and pretended like I was screaming all the things that I wanted to tell him.

"I love you, Bella." Edward kissed my neck. His fingers tightened around the sheets on the bed.

"I love you too." I told him through gritted teeth. It was taking all of my will power not to scream it at him. I was seriously on the verge of a major orgasm.

Edward's body started to shake as he released into me. This sent me over the edge. My head lifted off of the pillow and I started to claw on my back. My hips started to thrust against his. My breath was coming out in pants and a single tear was crawling down my cheek.

"I love you." Edward kissed my cheek. His hand started to run through my sweat damp hair. "I love you so much." He kissed my neck.

"I love you too." I panted. I wanted to kiss him back, but I was drained.

A loud knock made my body jolt. "Hey!" Emmett screamed at us. "I thought Esme told you two to go to sleep!"

End.

A/N: I'm done. After writing most of it with a hundred degree fever, the other while I was on cough medicine, and the last of it while I was a little tipsy, I am happy to say that this is finished. I really hope y'all enjoyed it and happy Boxing Day!

Daddy's Little Cannibal

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