Merry Christmas, Mr. Cullen!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, much to my dismay. If I did, I'd have free reign of the Cullen men, and believe me, that's something you definitely want free reign over ;)
I heard the bell jingle as yet another customer walked into the store. I sighed, pushing my hair back off my face. I looked over at the small antique clock—7:55 p.m. Five more minutes. I could handle this. I pushed myself from out behind the counter and over to the aisle where I saw the customer. I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, can I help you?"
She turned around with a shocked look on her face. Apparently I had startled her.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I apologized as she stood there, staring at me.
She shook her head. "No, it's okay, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come up behind me."
"Again, my apologies," I smiled at her. "Can I help you find something?"
She looked around. "Actually, yes. I'm looking for a Christmas present for a friend, and he's into Civil War relics. I was told this place was the place to look."
My heart dropped. Of course he was her friend. How much did I hate a guy that I didn't even know at this very instant? I stopped stewing for a second to take her in. She was a relic herself. Her hair was soft-looking and wavy, a deep shade of mahogany brown. Her eyes were a similar deep brown, and her face was somewhat heart-shaped. Yes, she was definitely the kind of girl who had guy friends.
"Of course, here, let me show you a few pieces that we have," I said, walking over to a glass display case, trying to fight the urge to turn around and look at her again. She wasn't a super model, but that isn't how I liked them anyway. I liked my women to be undiscovered treasures, with greatness lying underneath the surface. And I had a feeling she was just my type.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Edward," I said boldly, looking at her once again.
Her cheeks turned pink and I almost passed out from adoration for her. "Thank you, Edward."
Hearing her say my name caused my heart to soar. I opened the case with a small gold key I fished out from my pocket. I took out a sash and handed it to her. "This is a piece of sash from an officer's uniform from the Confederate side. Does your…friend…have a preference of side?"
She eyed the piece, her little fingers tracing delicately over the fabric. She looked up at me, her eyes scrutinizing me. 'You're sure it's authentic?"
I nodded. "Certainly. It comes with a certificate of authenticity…"
"Bella," she said softly.
I smiled. Of course a beautiful girl would have a beautiful name. "It's the real deal, Bella." Inside I was screaming, Are YOU the real deal, Bella?
She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sure it's quite expensive."
"Wouldn't you like to get your boyfriend something nice?" I cocked my head to the side.
She blushed again, the pink tinting her cheeks. "Oh, he's not my boyfriend."
My heart stopped beating. Was she single? Could it be true?
"Oh, sorry. I just thought…"
She shook her head.
"Well, in that case, I think I forgot to tell you about our holiday special. An additional 30% off any Civil War relics," I gave her my best crooked smile.
"I know you're just making that up, Edward."
I shook my head. "Of course not. And even if I was, who cares?"
"I care! It's not right."
"Bella, this is my Uncle's shop. He won't mind. Come on, I'll give you a good deal."
She sighed, looking over the sash in her hands. I knew I had her—she wanted that thing badly. "Alright, but let the record show I refused initially."
I laughed. "Of course, the record will clearly state your innocence."
I closed the case and locked it back up. I walked over to the register, my fingers fumbling over the little numbers as I crunched her discount. I tried to keep my eyes off her, but they kept glancing up at her, as she stared back at me with intrigue. "That'll be $35.50."
Her eyes widened. "$35.50? Okay, I can't take that. That is not an additional 30% off, Edward," as she pushed the sash away from her.
"Bella, please, just let me do this for your friend. I'm sure he'd appreciate it. It is Christmas after all." I pushed the sash back towards her, and as I did, my sweaty and nervous hands slipped on the glass countertop and I scooted forward, my face now inches away from hers. I felt my cheeks burn, embarrassed at the situation I now put myself in. I felt myself breathing heavy onto her face, startled by my slip.
She stared at me for a second and I saw a flash of something go across her eyes. "Well, Edward…"
"Cullen," I said out of nervousness. Crap, she hadn't been fishing for my last name. I was such an idiot.
She smiled. "Right. Well, Edward Cullen. Since you're being so kind and generous to my friend, it would only be fair if I was kind and generous to one of your friends, wouldn't it?" she looked up from under her eyelashes and I felt myself harden. Please let that be a sexual innuendo, please.
"I suppose that would only be fair."
She leaned in closer to me, her lips just one swift move away. "I think I can help you find just the package you're looking for."
I gulped. Oh, this girl was definitely sent from Heaven.
She smiled and leaned in, placing a soft kiss against my lips. I was shocked at first, but deepened the kiss, reaching over the counter to pull her neck closer towards me. I felt my heart begin to race. This was beyond perfect. This was Heaven.
She pulled on my tie, bringing me closer to her. I was supposed to meet my parents at a Holiday party at the hospital, and was dressed for the occasion. Now the party seemed the furthest thing from my mind. I felt Bella pull away, gasping for breath. I turned my lips to her jaw and down her neck, not wanting to let her go.
She wove her hands through my hair, messing up the careful mess that I had set earlier. "Edward," she panted.
I looked up at her. "Bella?"
She grinned devilishly. "Lock the door."
My heart officially stopped beating…again. I ran over and flipped the closed sign and locked the door. I turned out all the lights except the antique poker lamp, which gave the room a yellow glow. I walked back over to her and this time she threw her arms around my neck, plunging her lips back onto my roughly. I couldn't help but release a slow groan as she pressed her body against mine.
She pushed me down into an old parlor chair, straddling my lap. Her hands worked feverishly to undo my shirt buttons, pushing the fabric to the side so she could run her hands down my chest. It felt so good, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let out another moan.
She placed soft kisses along my stomach, letting her hands roam across my chest. I felt her sit up and I whimpered at the loss of contact with her. That was, until she started undoing my belt.
I placed my hand on top of hers. "You don't have to do this…" I said to her, unsure if she felt obligated.
She looked up at me with a sexy smile. "Oh, but I want to." She pulled the button loose from its hole and slowly and ever so painfully lowered the zipper of my dress slacks. I lifted my hips to allow her to push the pants down to my ankles. My heart raced in anticipation of what I had only hoped was coming.
Her hand slid under the elastic waistband of my boxers and I thanked the stars above that I had chosen to not wear something stupid that day, like SpongeBob or Scooby Doo. She lowered them, freeing myself from the fabric cage I was quickly outgrowing.
I looked down at her again, worried she was going to change her mind. I hoped she wasn't—that would make for an awkward evening in the antique store bathroom stall for me.
She smiled at me. "Oh, Edward, I think it's the perfect size. But I better try it on just to be sure." She winked at me before lowering herself to my throbbing erection. Her mouth moved around it, and I instantly let out a moan, my fingernails digging into the armrests of the parlor chair.
She went to work, running her lips up and down my shaft, licking the tip with her oh so mouthwatering tongue. She began a steady rhythm, and I already felt myself losing control. My fingers dug deeper into the armrests, desperately wanting to tangle themselves into her hair.
"Bella…oh that feels….oh so good," I slurred out as the ecstasy took over my body.
I felt her smile around me. Her other hand reached out to claim the rest of me that would not fit into her mouth. My stomach began to tighten and she slowly dragged her teeth towards the tip. My fingers no longer found solace in the armrests and went into her head, my hand guiding a steady rhythm for Bella.
Her hand grasped at my balls, massaging gently. I knew it was in for it now. My hips involuntarily bucked up towards her, coming towards the finish line.
She let out a loan moan at that moment which only egged me on further. My hips went wild. "Bella…I'm….it's…." I could no longer form words. What was she doing to me?
Her hands stilled my hips and she did one more quick drag at me with her teeth. That was my ultimate undoing, and I felt myself stiffen and then explode. White lights came into my vision and I let out probably the loudest moan I had ever let out.
Bella swallowed up everything I gave her, her tongue sliding over me once more, making sure she didn't miss an ounce. I was breathing heavily, and at this point, I think she was, too. She looked up at me with a huge grin on her face.
"That…that was….incredible" I said between breaths. She replaced my boxers to their original place on my body and crawled up to give me a kiss, letting me taste her and myself. It was the most intoxicating taste I'd ever had.
"Well, I hope your friend liked the gift. It's non-returnable, sorry."
I placed my hands on her hips, looking up at her while licking my lower lip, still tasting her there. "That is one gift I definitely would never give back."
A knock on the store window startled the both of us. She hopped up, heading back over towards the counter. I pulled my pants back on and buttoned my shirt back up. I walked over to the door to see my father standing there, an impatient look on his face and pointing at his watch.
I opened the door. "Edward, why are you still here? The store closed half an hour ago and the party is already well under way."
Bella glided smoothly towards the door. "I'm sorry," she smiled, "I kept Edward late. He was very helpful in finding the perfect Christmas gift."
My dad looked over at her and then back at me and smiled at her. "Well, my son is a generous help in times of need."
"Oh, you have no idea." She turned to face me. "I left the money on the counter. Thanks for all your help, Edward." I nodded and smiled, dazed at how amazing she truly was.
She held up the package. "It's perfect. Sorry I kept Edward. Merry Christmas, Mr. Cullen," she smiled as she walked past my father, out the door, and down the street.
My dad let out a low whistle. "Well, I hope you at least got her phone number, son."
I smiled as I felt my cheeks beginning to betray me with an oncoming blush. "Let me just put the money in the register and then we can go, Dad."
I walked over to the register, where Bella had left me two twenty-dollar bills. A note was on top of them:
I didn't want to embarrass you, so I didn't wait around for my change. Merry Christmas, Edward. If you feel like being generous again, you can always call me to give me my change…
I smiled as I saw her number scrawled underneath her silly little message. Oh, I would call her alright. I was feeling generous, very generous.
I turned off the light, locked up the store, and headed down the street with my Dad.
"Well, did you at least get her number, son?"
A small grin grew on my face as I thought back to what I had thought would be a boring evening. "You have no idea."
A/N: My first attempt at a one-shot. I've been reading the Official Twilight SmutVent Calendar, and kept thinking about what I would want to write if I was one of the authors. I originally planned something else, but this came out instead. :-) I could totally see Edward working at an antique store, being the old-fashioned guy that he is. Happy Holidays!