This outtake was won by the lovely Squalloogal, who was kind enough to bid on me for the first Fandom Gives Back.

Christmas Morning

He was tired from the previous night's festivities, but when the alarm clock went off, Edward rolled out of bed. Snow was still falling heavily outside and the house had taken on a chill. He grabbed a hoodie that was hanging on his bedroom door, then tip-toed outside and down the hallway.

His plan was to make Bella a huge Christmas morning breakfast. He bought her several small gifts, despite her request for no gifts, but he just knew she would appreciate something like this.

When he reached the first floor, Edward couldn't resist peeking into the living room. Sure enough, the load of presents underneath the Christmas tree had doubled, at least. Edward grinned, squashing the urge to go investigate for packages that bore his name, and continued down the dark hallway.

Edward sniffed. It almost smelled like…but who would be awake, cooking, at this hour? It was a quarter to five!

He approached the kitchen cautiously. Someone was definitely in there, and mixing something; Edward could hear the whisk as it hit the sides of the bowl.

"Dad?" he asked incredulously, surveying the scene in front of him.

Carlisle jumped guiltily. The kitchen counter was cluttered with various bowls and a wide array of food. A package of flour had already partly exploded and the white powder clung to Carlisle's navy colored t-shirt.

"What are you doing up now?" Carlisle asked suspiciously.

Edward tried unsuccessfully to hide his smirk, and leaned against the door-frame. "I was going to make Bella breakfast."

Carlisle huffed. "Well, I'm making your mother breakfast. You'll have to wait until I'm done, because this is one of our Christmas traditions."

Edward mentally cringed, hoping that his mother and father didn't do the things he was hoping to do to Bella over breakfast. "Or we could work together and share the goods. We'll get done in here faster."

"Only if you handle the clean up, too," Carlisle bargained.

"Fine," Edward sighed.

"Start making the pancakes," he ordered, nodding at the largest mixing bowl.

The expression on his face must have belied Edward's lack of experience with homemade pancakes, because Carlisle made a noise of panic and snatched the bowl back.

"Go. Make the bacon," Carlisle said in disgust.

"You're cranky in the morning," Edward scowled.

"You're interrupting my routine," his father replied with a frown. "Messin' me up. Your mom is really particular about her Christmas breakfast."

Edward laughed and tore open the package of bacon. They chatted as they worked, ignoring the heavy topics, like Charlie's homecoming and Jessica's soon-to-burst water.

In the next thirty minutes, the two Cullen men put together a feast. Soon blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, French toast, bacon, fruit salad, freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee adorned two serving platters.

"I don't want to see or hear from any of you until nine o'clock," Carlisle warned him, fixing his platter. "You and Alice haven't gotten up earlier than nine o'clock for Christmas morning since you were twelve. Let's keep it that way."

Edward murmured his consent and followed his father up the stairs, carefully balancing his tray. Carlisle got off on the second floor, shooting him a knowing look, and Edward rolled his eyes. He continued up the stairs to the third floor, where Bella's bedroom was.

He didn't bother to knock; firstly because he would surely spill something, and secondly, because Bella was undoubtedly still asleep.

The room was dark, but moonlight reflected off the snow outside and gave just enough light for Edward to maneuver his way across Bella's room without tripping. He wasn't as quiet as he hoped, though, and Bella immediately stirred.

"Edward?" she whispered sleepily. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, looking at him quizzically.

He suddenly felt ridiculous for waking Bella up at such an early hour on Christmas morning. Worse yet was the fact that she caught him creeping around in her room while she was asleep, like some sort of perv.

"What's that? It smells good," she observed, her eyes on the tray in his hands.

Edward smiled in relief and held up the tray. "I made you breakfast."

"Breakfast in bed?" Bella asked, smiling a bit shyly.

He nodded and sat down on the edge of her bed, carefully setting the tray alongside her legs. Bella surprised him by leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a hug.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered.

"You too," Edward smiled. He enjoyed the few seconds of contact, even though it made his body tighten and yearn for more. It was difficult to release her when Bella pulled away, and his mind was assaulted with memories from the Winter Formal.

God, she was hot.

"So, what did you make me?" she asked, leaning over to turn on her bedside lamp.

"All the good stuff," he informed her matter-of-factly. "Pancakes. French toast. Eggs. Fruit salad."

"Mmmm," Bella murmured. "Are we sharing? Because I definitely can't eat all this."

Edward forked up a healthy bite of chocolate chip pancakes and raised it to Bella's mouth. Her eyes widened but she laughed and obediently parted her lips.

The resulting moan, and the way her eyelids fluttered shut, made Edward shift uncomfortably. He wished he threw on a pair of boxers under his flannel pajama pants, because they weren't going to hide very much.

"More, please," Bella whispered.

He didn't bother telling her that his parents were awake, and she didn't have to whisper. Instead he scooped up another bite of the pancakes, watching the way Bella licked her lips and then parted them for him.

Her eyes closed again as she slowly chewed. Edward took the opportunity to let his eyes peruse the length of her body. Her legs and waist were concealed by the thick comforter, but the rest of her wasn't.

She wore a simple black tank top. It was loose, but taut enough that he could make out the swell of her breasts. One of the thin straps had slipped off her shoulder, leaving an exposed length of creamy skin. Her delicate collarbone made his mouth water. Edward felt himself stiffen, straining against his pants. He tried to adjust himself, but Bella chose that moment to open her eyes.

They dropped to his lap, where his hand was practically grabbing himself, and a beautiful flush colored her cheeks. Edward felt his own cheeks warm and shrugged.

"Try the fruit salad," Edward said, his voice coming out huskier than he expected. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I made it myself."

"Oh, so someone else made the rest of the food?" Bella teased.

He opted to leave out his morning activities with Carlisle. Bella leaned forward for a bite of the juicy fruit salad, but some of it dribbled down her chin. Edward watched, enthralled, trying not to shove the food aside and jump Bella.

"Your turn," she said abruptly, snatching the fork away from him. She wiped her chin with her hand and quickly cut the French toast into large bites. She speared one and held it up.

Edward opened his mouth and leaned into her, keeping his eyes locked on hers. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes, and tried to turn down the sexual tension, but it was overwhelming. The French toast was sweet and still hot, and he felt it trace a warm path down into his belly.

"Bella," he sighed, trying to warn her. He was dangerously close to losing control.

She looked from him to the tray of food and back. Then Bella put the fork down, moving slowly - almost nervously. Edward noticed her hands trembling.

Then she looked up at him from under those thick, dark lashes, and Edward almost passed out because all the blood in his body was sent straight to his dick. He might have made a noise, but he wasn't sure, and he didn't care.

"What if I want something else?" she asked, her voice so quiet that he had to lean in even closer to hear her.

"What do you want?" Edward murmured, thinking about what a loaded question that was.

"A kiss," Bella replied simply. "A Christmas kiss."

He felt himself twitch against the soft cotton of his pants. This was unbearable; he felt like an animal about to attack. Bella picked up the tray and unsteadily transferred it from the bed to her night table. Then she reclined against her pillows and looked at him expectantly.

"Bella, I don't know if I can do this," he said honestly. The last time they had kissed was at the Winter Formal, and that ended up in the janitor's closet. He wouldn't be able to stop.

"Just one kiss," she requested, smiling. "Please, Edward?"

Her smile, which appeared innocent at first, seemed to twist into something a bit more devious. Edward chewed on the inside of his lip for a second, weighing the pros (many) and the cons (any?) of kissing Bella.

Deciding to deal with the repercussions and her inevitable freak out later, Edward shifted and pulled himself onto the bed so he was kneeling in front of her. Bella's eyes darkened and she relaxed into her bed.

He anchored his hands on either side of her head, trapping her, and moved so he hovered above her. Bella raised her arms so she could rest her hands on his shoulder, then tried to pull him down on top of her.

"No," he shook his head. "Just a kiss."

Bella nodded eagerly and tilted her face upward. Edward held himself rigid, trying so hard not to lose control that his muscles quivered. He brushed his lips across Bella's, but she opened her mouth and her tongue shot out to swipe along his bottom lip.

Edward jerked away and sucked in a deep breath but Bella sat up, following him as he moved. She pressed her mouth against his aggressively and heard his chest rumble.

She was tired of missing Edward. Bella wanted to kiss him, and feel him move against her. She wanted to see him lose control like he did at the dance. It made her feel powerful, to know she had that kind of pull over such a magnificent creature.

She wanted him.

"Stop it," she muttered, grabbing his face to still him. Edward still wasn't kissing her back and Bella growled in frustration. She shoved him away, just enough to tear her tank top over her head.

Edward's mouth dropped open and his pupils dilated. Bella's nipples immediately hardened in the cool air. She arched her back just a little bit, feeling outrageously naughty, and waited.

It only took him about two seconds to snap out of his stupor and launch himself on top of her. Bella happily snuggled down into the bed, still warm from her hours of sleep, fully enjoying his enthusiastic kissing. Edward's long form, hard and hot, stretched out above her. Her hands instinctively went to his waist and tugged it against her.

She could feel his erection throbbing, huge and so warm, through the thin fabric of his pants. It was sandwiched between them, resting on her hip and stomach. Bella rolled her hips to create more friction, trying to spur him into motion.

"More?" he asked desperately, ripping his mouth from hers.

Bella nodded and grabbed his face, her fingertips sliding over his morning stubble. "Don't stop kissing me!"

He laughed against her lips but the sound died quickly as her kisses became more fevered. She knew the exact moment he gave up, when she felt his full weight press her into the mattress. Bella fought a moan, but couldn't keep her hips from lifting to rub against him.

"Christ, Bella, stop doing that," he cursed.

Edward felt her little hands slide underneath his hoodie. She began to push it up, to get him to take it off, but if he felt those hard pink little nipples touching his bare skin, he would just die. Or jizz all over her before he even got his pants off.

"Hurry up," she urged.

"Tell me what you want," he said breathlessly. Edward was looking down at her when a vivid blush blossomed across her cheeks. His cock definitely jumped at that sight.

She bit her lip and looked unsure. "I want to…you know."

Edward felt a wide grin spread across his face. Bella wasn't a virgin, hadn't been for years. Still…she blushed each and every time she asked for sex. He fucking loved it.

He couldn't tease her right now, though, because he was too close himself. Edward let Bella pull his sweatshirt off, then watched her struggle to get her shorts down. She squirmed and wriggled beneath him, grunting softly when she couldn't get them off.

She looked up at him pleadingly. "Help me."

Edward moved jerkily. His entire body was tight with anticipation, and as his fingers tucked underneath the waistband of her shorts, he realized his hands were trembling. All he could think of was the janitor's closet – the way Bella looked with that skirt hiked up over her waist. The way he bent her over and slid right inside her, so wet and ready for him.

"Come on, come on," she chanted. Bella lifted her hips and he slid the shorts down. She kicked them off.

Edward shoved his pants down his hips and grabbed his aching erection. Bella shook her head. "No. Take everything off. I want to feel you."

He rolled onto his side and quickly shucked the pants. Bella allowed him to situate himself on top of her, then she began tugging the covers up around them.

"I'm cold," she explained, at his puzzled expression.

Edward laughed and settled into their cozy nest. Bella wrapped her arms around his neck and met him in an urgent kiss.

"I love you," she whispered.

His heart skipped a beat, and Edward gripped the base of his swollen sex and thrust inside of her. They must have both been holding their breath, because Bella exhaled at the same time he did, and her warm breath rushed across his face.

"I love you, too," he said in what he hoped was a steady voice.

Bella was liquid heat. He fit inside of her perfectly, and yet, each time he marveled at the way they fit together. Two interlocking pieces of a puzzle, complete only when they were together like this. In the beginning he wondered if their emotional connection was as strong as their physical chemistry.

He didn't have to wonder any more. If anything, the past few weeks had taught him that life without Bella just didn't work. Edward needed her like he needed air and water. She was everything.

It had been less than a minute when he felt Bella's muscles begin to clench around him. Grateful, because he knew his release was that much closer, and disappointed – because he knew his release was that much closer, Edward increased his pace.

The only sounds in the guest bedrooms were their ragged breathing. It was hot underneath the blankets and Edward felt himself break out into a sweat. Bella's skin slipped against his and he had to pin her down with his own body.

Bella tangled one hand into his hair and jerked his attention back to her mouth. She kissed him deeply and aggressively, mimicking the motions of his hips with her tongue. He felt his control begin to slip, and his thrusts increased tenfold.

"Hurry, Bella," he murmured against her mouth. "Oh, God."

Bella's hips bucked and he felt her body go rigid; then came those amazing contractions. Her walls gripped him, squeezing him, milking him, until Edward pushed completely inside of her and let go.

She relaxed underneath him and let out a little sigh of contentment, even as he was still coming. When Edward opened his eyes, Bella was watching him with a languid smile.

"Merry Christmas," she said lazily, still grinning.

Edward laughed hoarsely and dropped his head to nuzzle her neck. "Merry Christmas to you, too."

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