Well, if you think this is kind of late, I don't blame you. But it's been like three weeks so... i mean, you totally deserve this chapter.

Next chapter will probably be about christmas still, then comes Valentine's day.

Did you know, a long time ago, Valentine's day was an old pagan festival that was celebrated by having lots of hot, passionate, steamy sex?
Just thought i'd let you know.

EPOV

Well, I thought with forty four numbers I would have won. Bella wasn't far behind with thirty nine, but that was because Jacob monopolized her time. Rosalie had only twenty eight. Which surprised all of us. Rosalie usually won those kinds of games. If every girl in the room would have known what we were talking about, it would have boosted their self-esteem to the max. Emmett had thirty eight, and felt really bad because Bella had beaten him by a number. Hilarious because he kept mumbling about it, saying how he was such a douche for having his little sister beat him. Alice was the least with eighteen, but what surprised us even more than Rosalie was that Jasper, my quiet, un-exhibitionist best friend came in first with fifty nine. That's a lot of talking if you think about it, and he barely said a word to me at most times. He was empathetic like that.

"How did you do it?" Alice asked. Of course, during the game there had been no supervision, so Alice wouldn't have known. Though there was a hint of malice in her voice. I chuckled.

"I just bumped into some group of girls. There was also a bachelorette party there. They were all real nice. Y'all did it wrong by going for the singles. And plus, I told them I was gay. I made myself a real big hit with the ladies. And besides, I didn't need anyone else's number. Only Alice was on my mind," he said his Texas twang apparent in his voice. Everyone laughed and awwwwwed as we got comfortable in our first class seats on the plane. Bella slept as soon as her head hit my shoulder. I didn't blame her. We had an amazing night last night reacquainting ourselves with each others bodies. It was, to say the least, heavenly.

And I had gone right after her, falling asleep with my head rested on hers, the sent of her shampoo very comforting.

I woke up to soft, annoying, whispers.

"Just take the fucking picture Alice!" Rosalie whispered demandingly.

"No! I want to wait til Bella smiles again. That was too cute." Alice retorted. I opened my eyes to find both Alice and Rosalie standing in front of me and Bella, Alice holding a camera in her tiny little hands.

"What are you guys doing?" I hissed at them. "You guys are so annoying." I shifted and realized Bella was sprawled across my lap. She was breathing softly, still asleep. I leaned my head back, trying to do the same, except the seat belt light went on as well as some one telling us we had to buckle up. People were sure being annoying today.

I woke Bella up to consciousness, and then buckled her in. She didn't look to hot. She looked a little sick.

"Edward, I don't feel so good," she said leaning her head on mine. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She breathed deeply.

"What's the matter?" I asked, my hand instinctively going to her forehead. She felt normally warm, so I didn't panic.

"I have a headache and it really hurts." She put her hands on her temples and started rubbing in little circles.

"Well, we're in forks, so you want to go see Charlie? And rest for a little while?" She nodded her head.

"I want to sleep," she mumbled, then looked up at me. "And get out of theses clothes." She smiled mischievously at me.

"Nothing stops you huh?" I asked. She giggled. I pulled her as close as she could get despite our restrictions.

"Why does anything have to stop me? I love you remember?" She closed her eyes. "And besides, a replay of the last time we had sex in Charlie's house would be very nice, don't you think?" I shuddered as I remembered.

(Flashback)

I opened the door to her bedroom, Bella naked on the bed. She was pumping herself, moaning my name. I don't believe I had ever seen something so sexy.

"God . . . Edward, you . . . You make me so . . . I want you so . . ." she wasn't completing her thoughts, but I caught the gist of it all. I climbed on her bed, hovering over her as she kept touching herself. I kissed her lips, her hips pushing themselves upward. I removed her hand from where she was touching herself, licking her sweet, delicious juices from her fingers. I inserted my fingers, three of them pushing into her.

"Ah, ahhhh, oh, Edward." Bella was moaning louder, her moans sexier, each time she said my name. She screamed my name when she came, dripping all over my hand. She was panting, looking into my eyes.

"Mmm, thank you for your help," she said, her voice breathy. I kissed her body, anywhere I could reach. She moaned, pulling me up to her. I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding out of them and my boxers, crawling up to meet Bella's hungry lips. I kissed her hard, Bella opening her legs as an invitation for me to enter her. I kissed her neck, trailing up to her ear.

"Bella, why did you do that to me?" I asked, my voice low and husky, no higher than a whisper.

"I didn't do anything," she breathed. I smiled at her, grateful for the effect I had on her.

"Bella, you were teasing me. That's not a nice thing to do." She whimpered as my hand grazed her soaking center.

"No. Oh, God," she moaned. "I'll be good. I promise. Are you going to punish me?"

"No Bella. You are way too sexy to be punished. Bella, do you know how hard you make me when I know how wet you are? How much I want to fuck you until you come for me? Can you tell me the answer?" She only moaned, arching her back as I teased her clit. "Bella, I want you to scream for me, okay? Scream as I fuck you senseless." Where this was coming from? I had no clue. But I knew she liked it. "What do you want me to do, Bella?" She grabbed my shaft, stroking it as she stimulated herself with it. I replaced her hand with mine, stroking her clit while she pumped me with her tiny hand.

"I want you to fuck me senseless. So senseless we have to keep doing this so I remember it," she said in a strained voice. We came together, Bella screaming like I told her to. She put her hands on the ends of my shoulders, opening her legs as wide as they would go. I entered her, grunting as I filled her. I slammed into her, Bella digging her nails into my skin. I hissed at her, but she just kept on, moaning and screaming.

"Mmm, harder." I did as Bella commanded, Bella's voice making me shudder. She closed her eyes, tilting her head backward. "Deeper, Edward." I went as deep as God would allow me, Bella screaming in satisfaction. She arched her back so muck she wasn't touching any part of the bed. He bare breasts brushed against my chest, her nipples as hard as I was. She tightened around me, screaming my name as she came. I came right after her, spilling into Bella. She laid back, her arms over her head.

(End flashback)

"Yes Bella. Yes, that would be good."

Carlisle and Esme hadn't been home like we'd already known, but Bella, Emmett, Rose and I were kicked out of the house, since Jasper had won the bet, keeping the house all to himself and Alice. Bella and I climbed into the Volvo and went to Charlie's.

"Edward, I'm nervous," she whispered as we got out of the car. Too tell the truth I was nervous as well. I mean, I loved Bella with all my heart, and I know I wanted to marry her, but her father scared me to no extent. He was a good guy, but still. I was taking his daughter.

"Don't worry about it Bella. Just stay calm. You do realize we're not a bunch of seventeen year olds right?" I asked her she smiled.

"Well yeah, duh. But I feel like he won't accept me." She whispered to me, then to her father, "Dad?"

"In the kitchen Bells," he called back. We ambled toward the kitchen, and Bella's grip on my hand tightened. "Hey Bella!" He said. Bella let go of me and embraced him. When they finished, he shook my hand. "Hey Edward, how's it been?"

"Good," I answered him. He smiled and looked back at Bella.

"Sweetheart, you look good. What are you like forty?" He teased. Bella rolled her eyes. I laughed, and held Bella to me.

"Well, at least I look young for my maturity. So far I feel like I'm fifty." Bella laughed, and then sighed. She bit her lip consciously. "Dad, we have to talk to you," she said seriously. Bella's gaze traveled to his waist. I knew she was looking for his gun.

"We? As in Edward and you?" he asked. He narrowed his eyes at me. "What did you do to her?" He asked me. I opened my mouth to speak, but Bella beat me to the punch.

"Nothing, Dad. He didn't do anything. And what else is there to be surprised about? I mean I was already pregnant remember?" Bella said softly. She sounded anxious and angry, but I couldn't tell which was stronger.

Charlie's glare softened a little, but not by much. "Oh, right. Well, what's up?"

"Well," I said, warily. "I apologize for not doing this the right way, but we can only ask for your blessing now, but Bella and I decided to get married."

Charlie turned twelve shades of red, three shades of blue before turning an odd purple color. Bella looked at me, frantic, her eyes flickering over to me then to Charlie, then back to me.

"Do something Edward!" she hissed, pushing my shoulder. I rolled my eyes.

"Wait Bella, he's fine," I told her. Charlie regained his natural color after a few seconds. "He's just going through the different emotions.

"Yeah, Bella, I'm fine," he reassured her. "That was just so-you guys are barely-why right now, I mean-when?" he murmured.

"We haven't decided yet, but we're engaged. Maybe in the summer or fall, I don't know. But we know we want to be together forever," Bella said. She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling without giving any mercy.

"So you guys aren't getting hitched like tomorrow?" He asked, his gaze traveling down to her ring. His eyes bulged. He didn't comment.

"No Dad. We'll tell you before it happens. Promise. Plus, if I don't tell you, who's going to walk me down the aisle?"

"Oh, well, right." Charlie looked uncomfortable, as did Bella. I wondered briefly why marriage was such a touchy subject. "Are you guys going to stay for dinner?"

Bella and I smiled at each other. "Yeah," she said. "I'll cook. Is there anything specific that you'd like to have for dinner tonight Charlie?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Well maybe you could do some stakes," he said to her. Bella laughed like a wind chime, her face innocently beautiful.

"Okay. Well Edward and I'll go get the supplies and I'll get straight to it."

"Oh, and Bella, I won't be home for the rest of the after noon. I'm leaving to Billy's to help him move some things. But I will be back in time for dinner."

"Okay," Bella called as we headed for the door.

Charlie turned on the television and we left to the grocery store. It was raining, of course, and Bella seemed eternally happy to get inside the store. She took a cart leaning over it while she walked. She seemed to do everything in order, getting everything she needed while she was in that aisle. We didn't talk, and I didn't mind. Observing her was sort of . . . neat.

We were standing in the middle of the canned vegetable aisle. I was smiling at her as she stared intently at the cans. Like they made a difference which brand of corn you were going to buy. And Bella and I had this conversation before. She seemed vehement on studying and chosing the perfect can of freaking corn.

Maybe it was a woman thing.

"Bella-"

"It matters Edward," she barked. And then, she reached for the can on the highest shelf. I grabbed it for her, and placed it in the cart. She mumbled something that sounded like "I could have gotten it," and then moved down farther.

"That's not what I was going to say," I said with a smile. "I was going to ask you a question."

She looked up at me smiling brightly. "Oh." She blushed.

"What would you like for Christmas?"

Bella's smile faded. "Edward. . ."

"Bella, it is Christmas. I need to get you something," I said to her. She walked closer to me wrapping her arms around my waist. Her smile was mischievous.

"How much do you need to?" she asked.

"I need to like it depends on my life."

"On your life?"

"On my life," I reassured her.

"And you'll die without giving something to me?"

I nodded.

"Oh, well. That's too bad." She let go of me and walked away. "It was nice knowing you!" she called as she walked farther down the aisle. She swayed as she walked, but it was all natural, but God did she have the curse of curves. (A/N: listen to this song. It's totally great! Curse of Curves by Cute is what we aim for)

I chased after her teasing body, grabbing her by the waist. "Well, what do you want?" I asked her.

Her eyes glazed over, and she ran her tongue over her lips. "I can think of something I want right now," she said, her voice dropping an octave from cute and beautiful to sexy and seductive. "I still want to get out of these clothes you know," she whispered.

"Yeah?" I asked. She nodded slowly, sensually. She was cute when she did that, biting her lip. But as cute as it was, it was torture to other parts of my body. Bella could probably feel me; feel what she does to me.

"We should get going though." She brusquely pulled herself from me walking towards the cart. She walked away.

What the hell?

"Bella, did I do something wrong to deserve this teasing?" She was pulling the items from the cart and putting it on the conveyer belt table, ignoring me well. Once she paid for the groceries, she left outside, walking to the cart. Honestly, I loved Bella a lot, but it was really annoying me how she was treating me.

I helped her nonetheless with the groceries, putting them into the trunk. Bella was silent the entire time, the drive and when we went inside the house and put everything in its place in the kitchen.

"I-I need to be alone for a minute okay?" she said abruptly, as we walked into the living room. i sighed and she left to the upstairs. I sat on the couch and leaned back, resting on my arm over my eyes.

Twenty minutes later, i heard the faint click of something hitting the floor. I didn't look up though, I only ignored it.

"Edward."

I looked up and just about came in my pants when I saw her.

Bella. My innocent beautiful Bella was wearing a red baby doll that tied together between her breasts with a bow and this rhinestone thing that was really shiny, but not all that distracting. Not when she looked like the devil herself. It fell over her midriff, opening down the middle and revealing a matching thong. Her legs were long and smooth, her feet wrapped in the sexiest stiletto heels I've ever seen, thigh high black stockings up her legs. Bella's hair was done in glossy cascading curls that fell over her shoulders reaching her waist. She didn't look anything like she had a few minutes ago. I raked her body with my eyes, as I felt her gaze burning me. (Outfit is on my profile. check it out it's totally cute.)

"Aren't you going to unwrap me?" Bella asked in the sweetest killer voice I've heard. Bella talked dirty, but I can tell that she had barely said anything that in depth.

She stalked toward me, stopping when she reached me. She leaned forward, her breath sweet across my lips, like sugar and peppermint. She leaned so far that she was almost kissing my lips, but just licked them instead. I groaned.

She pranced away, a very seductive sway as she walked up the stairs. I didn't hesitate. I chased her like a bat out of hell. I grabbed her by the waist, but she smacked my hands away.

"You. Bed. Now." she commanded. I gladly complied, sitting on the edge. She bit her lip as if thinking. I shivered. She moved toward me, sitting her ass on my lap, facing me. "Now, what was that about teasing?" she asked playfully, a naughty grin pulling at the edges of her mouth.

"I don't remember any teasing Bella," I breathed to her. She leaned forward and touched her tongue to my lips, licking them. She closed her eyes and licked her lips.

"Mmm," she hummed. Her eyes flashed open and she threw me back on the bed.

"Lie back." I did as she asked, and she lifted herself off of me. She sauntered over to the closet and pulled out a black necktie. "Arms up." I complied again, and she tied me to the bed, straddling my body.

I must say, that little outfit was working on her. Her tits looked massive; I wanted to bite them.

She unbuttoned my shirt, brushing it away from my chest. And then, with her tongue, she spelled out her name while looking at me in the eyes. She then licked her way down to my navel, her hands and breasts brushing down as well. Already, I was positively hard, and anticipating every move she had yet to do.

She unbuttoned my jeans with her teeth, unzipping then with her teeth as well. "Lift your hips," she demanded. I did, and she pulled off my jeans and boxers, freeing my erection from the restraints. It felt like heaven. She eyed my length and licked her lips. It took a lot for me not to cum like a fifteen year old virgin, but damn. Bella was just too damn sexy for her own good. Who ever said Rosalie was the most beautiful person was lying to themselves. Not to mention Bella's body was just as killer as her face.

She kneeled between my legs, putting a small soft hand on my erection. It felt so good. She leaned forward, licking from the base to the tip, and then blowing cool air all over. I twitched on how it felt. Then, gloriously, she took all of me into her mouth. One hand handled whatever didn't fit, while the other played with my balls. I groaned when I felt the back of her throat. She kept at it, bobbing her head up and down and it was killer that I couldn't touch her.

Then, all too soon, the pressure was building. Bella lifted her mouth away from me, looking at me dead in the eye.

"Edward, I want you to come for me," she said, her lips pouting. And when she put me back into her mouth, I lost it. All control was gone and I came, Bella swallowing against me. I cried out her name.

"God dammit Bella," I almost shouted. She giggled.

"I like seeing you like that Edward," she said softly, but her voice was low with arousal. "I like knowing that I can do that to you." She climbed on top of me, but not letting me inside her. She sat on my stomach, her core wet through her panties. It was nice to feel that, that I did that to her. She raked her nails across my flesh, scratching softly. She leaned down, letting me have a full view of her chest. She positioned herself so the strings to the bow dangled in my mouth. I pulled them, and her chest came out before me. I licked her, and she tasted just as she smelled, like peppermint and sugar. And it was very addicting. I tried to get out of the restraints Bella put me in, but I guess she was determined at not letting go.

I took a nipple between my teeth, biting softly. She moaned and arched her back to grant me better access. But then she pulled away.

"These are the rules," she said, her voice breathy. "There is absolutely no touching me with your hands. No hands, but everything else are allowed. So I'm going to untie you, but you have to follow the rule, or the game is over and I'm putting all my clothes on." I quickly agreed. She untied be from her head board, and I sat up. But as a precaution, Bella tied my hands behind my back, pressing her naked chest against mine.

I was all ready to go again, wanting to sheath myself fully in Bella's slick wetness. She rubbed against my hard member, teasing me. She flowered kissed on my neck, licking and sucking as well. I groaned as she took me in her hands. She ran that hand up my body, her touch feather soft. I shivered.

"Bella, I want to taste you," I said in her ear.

"No Edward, this is all about you."

Oh. That's great then.

"Bella, I want to be on top of you." I demanded.

"Nuh-uh, I get to call the shots here," she said. She kissed me hard and deliciously, then took my tongue into her mouth and started sucking on it. I groaned.

"Okay, I'm going to untie you, but the rules still apply." She untied me and with my body, I pushed her down on the bed so she was underneath me. I trailed kisses down her chest to her navel, taking her panties in my teeth and dragging them down her legs. I grabbed them with my hand and threw them across the room. While I had done that, Bella took off the baby doll and I took off my shirt.

She lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide open, and like a devilish little tease, she began to touch herself. She moaned my name and added another finger. I leaned down, holding myself up with my arms, to kiss her thighs, she moaned when I got close to where she wanted me to touch her, but I wasn't going to be easy on her. I pulled back just an inch shy of her core. She whimpered.

"Edward, please. . ." she begged. I smiled as she writhed beneath me.

"But I thought you said this was all about me?" I asked her.

"It is, but. . . . Oh, my god. . . . I just need. . . . Oh . . ." she wasn't even making coherent sounds. So I decided help her out. I nudged her hands away with my nose, and licked her long and hard. She screamed. Even though I was trying to feign indifference, I wanted her so bad, but the sounds she was making and seeing her so wet and with every lick I was getting more and more turned on.

"Edward, touch me," she said. I smiled uncontrollably.

"Can't, it's against the rules."

"I don't care!" she cried. "If you don't touch me, I'm not going to have anymore sex with you for six months."

Believe me, I couldn't touch Bella faster.

Her back arched, and her legs spread wider, inviting me.

I entered two fingers into her while flicking her clit with my tongue. And that was all she needed to unravel and climax. She cried out my name and I licked her clean.

Honestly, I didn't want to play anymore. I just wanted to fuck her senseless.

She tried to sit up, but I pushed her back down roughly, climbing on top her, and thrust hard into her. She dug her nails into my back as I fucked her hard, short detached high-pitched sound coming from her mouth.

"Har-der," she pleaded. I don't know how, but I did, and a whole new set of sounds came out. She screamed as I pounded into her relentlessly.

But I leaned down, and in a very strained voice, I whispered, "I love you," and that was all she needed to unravel again. She closed in tight around me, which triggered my own release. We rode out our orgasms, as Bella cried out a string of expletives. Then she just collapsed on her back, breathing hard. I fell onto her, but I was sure I wouldn't crush her with any of my weight.

I pulled out of her, and kneeled up and took in Bella's appearance. She looked nothing short of a goddess. Her hair was messy, and her makeup was smeared, but she was so. . . . for lack of better phrase, breath-taking. She stared at me with lust hooded eyes. She kneeled in front of me, putting a hand on my face, and kissed my lips with the lightest of touches.

"I love you, too, Edward."

Later that evening, after Bella stashed her oh, so sexy outfit (if you could call it that. It was more of a torture costume) and took a shower with me, she began to prepare dinner. And then, as if to torture me more, she was only wearing a short pair of shorts and a very stretchy, very tight tank top.

Yeah, we did have hours together, but what can I say? I have a lot of stamina.

I was sitting on the counter watching Bella, with a bag of chocolate chip cookies in my hands. She worked so swiftly, I couldn't but help to imagine Bella doing that when we live together.

Except she'd be naked.

No, even better, wrapped in a huge bow that she'd untie and then be naked. It would be like Christmas everyday.

Charlie came home in a good mood, and obviously ready to eat.

"Damn, Bella, it smells really good," Charlie said as he hung up his gun. He ambled into the kitchen and kissed Bella on the cheek. She served us all plates and set the table.

We all ate in a comfortable silence, then Bella and I cleaned the kitchen while Charlie went to watch the television. We stayed in the kitchen making out for a long while. When we left to the living room and Charlie had already gone to bed. For Bella's liking, we put on Romeo and Juliet, eating freshly made chocolate covered strawberries.

As a cute little gesture, she leaned to let me have a bite of her strawberry, but instead, wiped the chocolate on my nose.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said innocently, but the mischief was bright in her eyes.

"that's okay," I said back, taking a strawberry and smearing the chocolate from her cheek down to her chest. She gasped. And then, she smeared it all over my face.

"Oh, gosh. Did I get chocolate on you?" she said with a giggle. "Here, let me get it off." She leaned forward and licked my cheek, wiping the chocolate off. She kissed my lips then, and continued licking my face.

It was both, odd, and erotic. Don't ask how.

When she finished, I did the same to her, even getting the chocolate on the tops of her breasts. She giggled some more and then I attacked her sides and began to tickle her. She laughed and laughed, and I laughed too, and it warmed me to see her smiled like that. It was just too perfect. I loved it. I din't realize I was staring at her.

"What?" she said when she managed to.

"Nothing, you're just very pretty when you smile."

Bella blushed. She crawled on my lap and put a hand on my cheek. "thank you." she decended her lips onto mine, for a soft kiss.

After that, we lay on the couch and finished watching the movie, Bella falling asleep near the end. I took her upstairs to bed, and she mumbled incoherently. She was talking, only a few words here and there, then she smiled.

And I realized Alice was right; Bella looked cute when she smiled in her sleep.

"Edward, I love you," she breathed, then rolled over on the bed. "Yeah, forever," she whispered.

I smiled.

I hoped for forever. But with Bella, forever just seemed too short, like love seemed too inadequate to describe the way I felt about her. It was impossible to express it, but I was glad that Bella said yes to me. I wanted to marry her and have a family and do all the things two people in love should do. And I was very thankful that we had forever stretched out in front of us to do it.

Alright! Here's your belated Christmas chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Now, where are those chocolate covered strawberries. . .