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A/N: Thanksgiving is almost here! I'm excited cuz after that is CHRISTMAS! I love Christmas. More than my birthday. Can ya believe that? It's my favorite holiday :) I'm already listening to x-mas music on Youtube. There will be half a lemon in this chapter. Remember there's combined POV's below :)
Ramble over.
On with it!
Re-edited 1-12-11
Song for this chapter: I Melt by Rascal Flatts- http: / /www . youtube . com/ watch?v=qAHTT6Ibtw4
Previously:
"Wanna go make dinner now?" I mumbled. He nodded against my chest then quickly got up, fixing his disheveled appearance but didn't touch his hair because nothing could be done to it to make it cooperate.
"I can't wait for two weeks from now," he beamed.
"Me neither, babe. Me neither." I took his hand and we walked down the hall to join Alice and Jazz for dinner.
2 weeks later...
EPOV
"I want you to spend the night at my place tonight." I told Bella as we layed in her bed, feeling the rays of the sun on a cold December morning wash into her room. It was always dark so I decided to open them a few days ago. I had been pretty much living at Ali and Jazz's place lately and was starting to feel like a free loader.
"I'd like that," she smiled, snuggling closer to my chest under the blankets.
"And maybe help me find a...christmas tree and decorate it along with my apartment?"
"Edward..." she sat, "really? You want a big tree this time? A real one?"
"Yeah."
I had never been much of tree person. I'd always put a small three foot fiber optic one on an end table three days before Christmas but this year I wanted a big one and wanted her to help me. Bella loved the holidays and I needed to make her feel comfortable and warm in my apartment again. I'm doing this for her. I wanna get in the spirit like the rest of my family does. Ali had her entire place decorated already and so did my parents. Rose and Emmett went all out this year but Bella never really had a big Christmas throughout her childhood. Charlie was never the decorating kind of type. She deserved a white Christmas with hot cocoa, roasted marshmallows, egg nog, dinner with my family, snow fall, shopping. The complete works.
"Oh, I'm so excited!" She hopped up and ran out of the room to probably tell Alice and Jazz where she was going. I laughed and sat up to put my shirt on then went to follow. I got to the end of the hall and heard two squealing voices. They were hopping up and down on the floor, holding on to one another. I shook my head and went to the coffee pot and poured myself a mug.
Jane told us that we had to wait three to four weeks before we do anything close to intimacy and it had been three weeks and I wanted this day to be about Bella. So if we did anything tonight, it would be me pleasuring her only. This day was all about showing her how much she meant to me, all about gaining her trust and forgiveness back.
"Bell," I called, getting her attention. She turned around and smiled at me. I tapped the side of my cup, indicating the coffee was done. She glided over to the cupboard and pulled out a mug and poured some then added her creamer and sugar and took a sip. "I'm gonna take a shower, baby." I kissed her head and walked to her room. Ten minutes later, I came out of the bathroom dressed in a black turtle neck and blue jeans. I grabbed my socks and Nike's, put them on and walked out the door to the living room.
Bella had evidently taken a shower in Ali's bathroom because she was dressed in a purple and red plaid shirt and jeans, the legs tucked into one of her many pairs of boots and her hair was down the way I loved it. I grabbed my coat, gloves and scarf, picked up my phone, check to see if my keys were in my pocket and stuffed my wallet in the back of my jeans. I looked up to see that Bella had a different coat on. It was blue suede and lined with fur around the collar and cuffs. It buttoned down the front and had zipper pockets. She put her gloves on and ear muffs and walked out ahead of me.
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"This one's perfect, Edward!" I heard Bella call from somewhere in the tree farm. I searched until I found her standing in front of a 7 foot Douglas Fir that costed fifty-five bucks. It was great. The right price, height, the branches were full and green.
"Good taste, baby." I kissed her hair and flagged the old man that cut them down. He hobbled over and sawed off some of the bottom branches and chopped at the bark until it fell. Bella was vibrating with excitement next to me. "We have to get decorations and stuff next, Bell."
"Can't wait," she placed her hand in mine as the old man put a net on the tree to press the branches together. Suddenly, I felt something wet drop on my nose so I looked up. It was snowing. Big, white flakes fell softly around us. She tipped her head back and caught the flakes on her tongue and giggled. "Snow, Edward."
"I know, sweetheart." I smiled at her and led the man to my car so he could strap it to the roof. I payed him and opened Bella's door then got in on my side and drove the the nearest Wal-Mart to get lights and tinsel and fake snow to spray on the tree. I'm going to let her get it all because she's a great tree decorator. We pulled into the lot and Bella practically sprinted inside. I had to run to catch up with her as she headed straight for the Christmas area of the store.
Music was playing and the place was crowded with cheery voices, crying babies, and the scents of cinnamon and peppermint candles. I caught up to her as she turned into the aisle with ornaments and tree toppers. I gestured to her with my hands to pick anything she wanted. Money wasn't an issue right now. She was a blur of hair and hands and glass bulbs. She put 2 boxes of blue, red, gold, and green bulbs in the cart, grabbed a blinking white star, two threads of multi-colored garland, four boxes of lights for the tree, the doorway to the kitchen, and for the windows, and some plastic cling-on for the glass, a wreath for my door, and mistletoe.
"You plan on kissing me, Bell?" I nudged her and ran my fingers through my hair.
"If you're lucky." She flew down the aisle and went to the check out counters. I payed for 80 dollars of the stuff and was going to pay all of it but Bella insisted paying the last 25. All in all, we walked out with $125 worth of decorations. I popped my trunk and put the bags inside, closed it and got in my car. Bella turned on the radio, sat back and grabbed my gloved hand again, placing them on the console as my left hand steered. I listened to the lyrics being sung.
When you light those candles
Up there on that mantle, setting the mood
Well, I just lie there staring
Silently preparing to love on you
Well, I can feel the heat from across the room
Ain't it wild what a little flame can make you wanna do
I melt every time you look at me that way
It never fails, anytime, any place
This burn in me is the coolest thing I've ever felt
I melt
Don't know how you do it
I love the way I lose it, every time
What's even better
Is knowing that forever you're all mine
The closer you get, the more my body aches
One little stare from you is all it takes
I melt every time you look at me that way
It never fails, anytime, any place
This burn in me is the coolest thing I've ever felt
I melt
I melt every time you look at me that way
It never fails, anytime, any place
This burn in me is the coolest thing I've ever felt
I melt
Every time you look at me that way
I melt, I melt
We pulled into the garage of my apartment building, got out, grabbed the bags and went inside. I went back out but asked my neighbor, Seth, if he could help me with the tree.
"Sure, man. I got mine yesterday. My sis came over and decorated it for me. Are you doing yours alone?" he asked me as we pulled it off the roof.
"No, I'm having help. My girlfriend is helping me. She loves Christmas."
"You got a new girlfriend?"
"No, I still have Bella."
"Oh," he paused. "I thought she was your fiance."
"We had some problems earlier and decided not to get married."
"Oh, okay," He didn't need to know the whole story. It wasn't any of his business. He bought it at least. I pushed the elevator button and back inside and waited for him to come inside. We got to our floor and I knocked on the door so Bella would let me in, she pulled it open and backed up. "Hey, Bella!"
"Hi, Seth. How are you?" she grinned.
"I'm good. How are you?"
"Fantastic. Edward's letting me decorate his apartment. We just spent $125 on Christmas shit!"
"That's awesome," he chuckled at her profanity and waved. "I'll see ya 'round, Edward." I nodded.
"Bye, Seth! Tell Leah I say hi." Bella called.
"I will. Bye, hon." He walked out and closed the door.
"Where do you wanna start, baby?" I turned to her.
She pointed to the tree and started opening the boxes.
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The entire apartment was covered in lights and and Christmasy things. It took us two hours to complete our job and I'd say we'd done a damn good one. The tree looked professionally decorated, all the lights were perfectly placed and the window clings were evenly numbered on the glass of my apartment and I had an old CD of holiday songs that I put on my stereo as a fire flickered in my fire place, Bella and I snuggled close with a cup of hot cocoa.
"It looks amazing, honey," I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her tighter in to my side.
"I agree. I did good. Not as good as Ali, but pretty close. Oh, and you did good, too." She giggled and sipped slowly on her drink, blowing cool air in it every few seconds. I grabbed her cup and put it on the table in front of us, wrapped her up in the fleece blanket behind us, layed back on the sofa, pulled her on top of me, her breasts pressing against my chest and tucked her head under my chin.
"Are you warm enough?" I whispered, gathering her hair up and away from her neck and shoulders.
"Mhm."
" 'K," I hummed and felt her kiss my throat. "This is nice."
"It is," she agreed and layed soft kisses along my jaw until she crawled up my body and her lips pressed against mine. I cupped her face and licked her bottom lip and sucked it between mine, scraping my teeth along it, enjoying the soft whimper that came from her. She untangled her hands from the blanket and gripped my shirt tightly, pulling herself further up my torso and folded her tongue inside my mouth, giving me sipping kisses. I broke the kiss and smiled against her lips, "Bella tastes like chocolate."
I devoured her mouth and picked her up, walking her back in to the wall by my door and attacked her neck, ears, and jaw lines as my hands traveled the buttons of her shirt, enjoying the noise of rending fabric and buttons hitting the floor. I stepped back and looked at my girl's appearance. Her hair was mussed, lips swollen and red, love bites down her throat and along her collar bones, her top naked except for the lacy red, demi bra that soon would be coming off. I hauled her into my arms and kissed the tops of her breasts, burying my face in the cleft, licking and biting.
"Edward," she panted. "Off, baby. Please."
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely."
She grabbed my hands and layed them on her cloth covered mounds and pressed into my hands. I groaned as I felt the hardened tips poking my palms. I unclipped the front of her bra and peeled the cups away, revealing the most perfect breasts I had ever seen, topped with little rosy pink nipples. I moaned and my fingers involuntarily began to pinch and pull and roll her stiff points between my fingers.
"Edward," Bella whimper-moaned and arched away from the wall, fighting to get closer to my my hands.
"What, baby? What do you want?" I rasped.
"Your lips."
"Where, Bell?"
"Here," her fingers of one hand went to her nipples as the other traveled down her stomach, disappearing passed her waist band. I ripped her hand away, slammed her back to the wall and bent down, my lips heading for the swollen tips.
"God! Edward, yes," she groaned as my closed lips met her breasts.
BPOV
He stroked his tongue over the tip, blew on it and sucked it into his mouth. I was losing myself in his arms, the feel of his tongue, flicking, curling and nibbling on my swollen, heated, sensitive nipple was enough to make my head spin. My hands tightened on his shoulders as my head fell back against
the wall, my knees weakening. I wasn't going to be able to stand for very much longer. I couldn't bear pleasure like this after I had gone without it for so long. I wasn't strong enough. My knees weakened further, causing me to stumble as his teeth raked over my nipple, eliciting a cry of incredible pleasure from between my lips
"Edward," I whimpered
"I have you, baby." And he did. Shifting and moving, holding me up, his lips still torturing my breasts. His tongue stroking from one nipple to the other as I felt him bend and swing me up in his arms, walking to his room, leaving my shirt and bra in the kitchen. He layed me on his comforter gently and took off his shirt, shoes and socks, leaving him in jeans. My chest heaved up and down as I looked at him.
His hair was especially wild, his dark emerald eyes burning with lust, staring at my body. Edward licked his lips slowly and I felt my panties become drenched. He stalked towards the bed, kneeled on it and brought his hands to my hips and lifted my butt slightly before hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulled them down, throwing them over his shoulder.
I was completely naked now, writhing under his gaze, wanting him to do something, anything. He climbed off the bed and went to his knees, grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge and spread my legs wide open and looked at my core hungrily. "So fucking wet." I heard him rasp causing more of my juices to flow out of me. He brought his face close to my core and breathed in through his nose and groaned, closing his eyes and tightening his jaw. I was shaking with pleasure. I knew what was coming and I wanted it so bad. His nails scraped over my inner thighs, lightening-fast, prickling sensations shot through me, settling in my core. My muscles clenched, desperate to be filled by his fingers and my clit throbbed, aching to be touched.
"Oh, God. Edward, please." I leaned up on my elbows to look at him. He growled in return, gripped my thighs and pushed them further apart, brought his head down and flicked at the span of skin between my thigh and mound. I whimpered as I felt his fingers spread the lips and blow on my sensitive swollen
folds. A sensual erotic, loving lusicous stroke of hunger, whispered across my body a second before his tongue swiped through my juice-laden slit and delved inside the center.
"Oh, my God, Edward." My head fell back on my shoulders, my hips bucked up against his mouth. His arm held down my hips under my bellybutton as he laved and stroked and nibbled. Friction. It was what I needed. Just the smallest bit would send me crashing over the edge. But instead of giving me what I wanted, his head came up and he gazed at me, licking his lips.
"You taste so sugary and sweet. Like a soft, juicy peach," his voice caressed over my senses. Lowering his head again, I felt his lips transfer a wet kiss on me and sucked my clit past his lips, flicking it with his tongue before releasing it. Soft, sucking kisses moved lower as I lay helpless, victim to his exquisite mouth, enduring the torturous pleasure. His tongue emerged to tease, to taste with every little thrust into the folds of my saturated flesh.
"I can't stand it," I panted and felt sweat pop up on my brow, trying to buck but his arm held me firm. The erotic kisses were driving me crazy, making me desperate to feel his cock press deep and hard inside me. Sliding his hands down my thighs, freeing my hips, he parted me again and licked from bottom to top like a treat, throwing my senses into chaos. He growled, the sound vibrating over my entrance as I fought to memorize every thing he was doing to me. Licking, stroking, his tongue worked through my folds with hungry demand. It dipped into my entrance, thrusting and flicking along my walls, driving me into a sea of intense bliss I feared I would drown in.
Returning to the distended, swollen bud of my clit, his slick muscle curled around it, drew it inside his mouth and kissed it with slow movements with his lips as his tongue laved and stroked. He removed one of his hands from my thighs and plunged two of his long fingers inside me. My elbows gave out and I fell back on the bed, my back arching as my fingers gripped the sheets under me.
In and out. In and out. Stroke, curl, stroke, curl was the pattern his magic fingers used as they played me as his tongue continued to lick and suck at my clit. I could feel my release begin in the pit of my stomach. Looking down between my thighs, I watched as his tongue distended and slid through my glistening flesh. Probing, circling around my clit, a cry tore from my throat at the sensation. Rapture raced through me. It tingled up my spine, through my nerve endings, and sped through my bloodstream until every part of my body was covered with it. It was getting to be too much. I fought to get closer, my hands grabbing at my knees as he pushed them as far as they could go and devoured me with desperation. I didn't think it could feel any better but it did. It got much better. His tongue pushed inside, fucking me with a demand that kept me on the edge. Each stroke was like white hot fire, every thrust rasped, tingled, sent agonizing ecstasy through me as it built and built for complete posession.
I needed it. All of him.
"It's so good, Edward. Please, it's so good," I whimpered. He reacted by cupping my ass in his hands and brought my core closer to his face and attacked my clit and entrance, scraping, licking, sucking, biting. He gripped my engorged bud between his teeth and flicked and sucked it with abandon as the cord inside me got tighter and tighter then broke. My head pushed into the bed as I fell over the edge, fire spreading through me and came hard, feeling more of my release gush out of me and Edward groaned. I was aching, reaching for him but he was licking and swallowing every drop of my release and didn't let up. He didn't stop, just kept at it. Softly licking and flicking at my clit until I was begging him to cease.
"Please, Edward. Stop. I can't take it," I sobbed, panting. He didn't listen, just kept going. I could feel my second orgasm building as he ate at me deeply, his tongue hooking inside my walls, his thumb pressing and rubbing my clit furiously.
"Come on, baby. Come for me again. You're almost there. You can do it," he growled and went back to his ministrations. I threw my arms over my eyes, sobbing in pleasure, wanting to come. I thrust myself on his tongue, bucking and arching as his thumb continued to play with me. The cord quickly tightened again, tighter and tighter and it snapped for the second time, his tongue flaying at me, drinking up my release as I screamed louder than the first time, my head whipping back and forth on the bed until I was completely sated from the greatest orgasm I ever had after so long. He crawled up my body and kissed my glistening forehead, brushing the damp hair from my face.
"What about you?" I asked him, suddenly becoming sleepy.
"Tonight was about you, Bell. All for you. And trust me, by the sounds you were making and how you tasted, I got mine." I giggled and got up, tugging him along with me to take a shower. He took off his pants and stepped in, turning on the water and pulled me into his arms.
"Thank you," I mumbled in his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist as the hot water poured down on us. "That was a great early Christmas gift."
"You're welcome, baby girl."
"I love you." I lifted my head up, resting my chin on his chest, gazing at him.
"I love you, too." He leaned down and kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips. "I taste..."
"Fucking decadent. I swear you do," he finished and kissed me again, making me giggle.
"When will it be time for your turn?" I smiled. "I really miss it."
"You'll know, Bella, you'll know."
"I can't wait."
He smiled and kissed me once again. We finished washing each other and climbed out, completely nude, crawled in his bed and fell asleep.
This'll be a great Christmas...
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A/N: Well? What do you think? *bites nails*
That was my first lemon wedge. Lora Leigh inspired it.
She writes amazingly detailed love scenes in her books. I'm not plagiarizing, I swear. I remembered parts of her words and put my own spin on it.
EPOV or BPOV next chap?
Lemon in the next chap or the one after?
Until next time. . . . . .
Bye!
Lionlamb91
Tell me if you find any errors. MarcieLV seems to be indisposed at the moment and can't tell me. So I leave it in your hands.