"Oh, God," I muttered, tossing my head wildly back and forth, hands scrabbling across the hard, slick surface of the Biology lab table. "Feels so fucking good. Yes. Edward. Don't stop."

He grunted in assent and then contradicted the sound with a long, low, warning groan, skin slick with sweat as he leaned over me, heavy and hard and so unbelievably amazing between my thighs. In me. Finally.

"You better not come," I warned, straining up against him, pressing our hips together tighter, deeper, more. He groaned again, and I could tell he was really close. I sank my nails into his biceps, hoping the sting would bring him back from the edge for just a few more seconds until I could join him.

Almost there.

He'd warned me he wouldn't last long, not after being apart for more than three months. I loved teasing him, but it had backfired on me in a big way. I was just as desperate—maybe more—loving the feel of him hard and penetrating inside me, so deep, so hot. It was the first time in months I'd had something between my legs that didn't vibrate, and I'd almost forgotten how fucking good he was. How he felt. How he made me feel.

"Coming, coming, coming," I chanted, and then I did, curling into him and biting his neck, desperate and shattering.

He shivered violently and broke, gritting his teeth at the feel of mine in his flesh but arching his neck to give me better access. I knew exactly how he felt, aching and wanting, unable to control the pleasure and intensity of being together again.

"God, I missed you," he whispered into my ear, breaths slowing, his weight heavy but so welcome on top of me.

He poked and prodded with knees and elbows until I flopped over a few inches, giving him enough room to crawl up next to me on the high, narrow counter. There wasn't enough room, so I had to roll over and lay half on top of him to keep from falling off onto the floor.

And that was such a shame.

We lay in each other's arms, recovering, and I couldn't stop myself from touching him, running over his skin, feeling the firm resilience of muscle underneath, the heat and reality of him.

"I missed you, too," I admitted, kissing his shoulder. "I don't want to go another three months without seeing you. Or fucking you."


I looked up to see that his eyes were closed, but a smile had curved his mouth. Long fingers stroked my arm.

"You don't have to," he continued, cracking open one green eye to smile down at me. "That's why I gave you your present."

He'd given me my Christmas present early, almost as soon as he saw me—although not before he'd tried to get me naked. The boy did have his priorities straight. It was an airline gift card, so I could go see him whenever I wanted. Now that we had our first semester at college under our belts, and something of a routine and familiarity established in our academic careers, he'd promised he'd come to U-Dub more often, and with the gift card, I could go see him at Dartmouth. I hadn't been very happy about the extravagance until he had pointed out that he had bought it as much for himself as for me—after all, I'd be the one traveling all day across the country when I used it, and we'd both be getting something out of it in the end.

"Well." He stretched, and I watched the muscles coil and release under his pale skin with avid interest. He was so pretty, after all, and I hadn't been able to indulge since he'd left for New Hampshire in late August. "We should probably get dressed, at least. Don't want anyone walking in. You're a mess."

I laughed and swatted at him as he rolled off table with a leer and went in search of our clothes.

"Have to admit, that was one of my biggest fantasies," he said, shooting my bra at me like a rubber band and cracking up when I hurled his jeans at him so they hit square in his stupid, gorgeous face. "Fucking your brains out on our old Biology station. There were so many days that last semester when I sat here, imagining exactly that in explicit detail. God. What a turn-on."

He was telling the truth—I could tell by the way his dick twitched as he pulled his jeans over his hips. He was commando, and talk about a fucking turn-on… I shivered, and he smirked.

"There are some brains that leaked out on the table, but I don't know if they're yours or mine."

"I don't think that's brains," he joked.


He grinned, swaggering up to me bare-chested, hair a mess, mouth swollen from all the biting and licking, the top button of his jeans still undone. The brains he hadn't just fucked out of me did a slow ooze out of my open, panting mouth before I managed to pull it together.

"How do you feel about having a go on one of the desks in Berty's classroom?" I asked. "Maybe we can figure out which one was the Ice Bitch's and leave all kinds of noxious fluids on it."

"Nice," he grimaced. "It's a good idea except for the fact that it's not her desk anymore. We'd probably send some poor, innocent little frosh into therapy."

"True." I scowled, but then perked up at an idea. "Maybe we could just go screw on her front lawn again, because that was hysterical. Remember Mrs. Hale—'Oh no, my hydrangeas!'"

"'Where are your pants? Oh, my God! What are you doing?'" Edward continued in a high falsetto, and we burst out laughing.

"No, wait! The hood of Ice Queen's car this time. We never got around to that. Or how about—"

He slid my miniscule underwear up my legs, fingers tickling and sliding into places they shouldn't tickle and slide if he wanted to get out of there anytime soon. I squirmed and slapped at his hands.

"I'm sure we'll run into her at some point while we're home," he said, passing me my jeans and bending for my shirt and hoodie. "When we do, you have my full consent to drop to your knees wherever we are and give me head right in front of her."

"I say, terribly sporting of you, isn't it?" I drawled in an awful English accent, and he pulled the shirt over my head, tangling me in it so I couldn't see and giving my face a shove. "Hey!"

"You and that fucking mouth."

"You missed fucking my mouth."

"I did." He stepped in between my legs, reaching out to run his thumb over my lower lip, lingering in the corner and pressing lightly so I opened when he kissed me, all slow and gentle tongue filling and filling me until I couldn't breathe.

He tasted so good. He felt so right.

"Love you," I whispered, and I saw his eyes flare at the words.

"Never get tired of hearing you say it," he murmured. "Never."

He eased me back on the slick table, and we made out like we hadn't just had mind-blowing sex on the surface only minutes before.

A little while later, we walked out of the main building, his arm around my shoulders, mine around his waist. We couldn't stop touching even for the short amount of time it took for me to lock the door behind us.

"One good thing about having a dad who is the Chief of Police," I said as "Master key sets to all of the public buildings in Forks."

"Oh yeah?" He looked at me with interest. "All the public buildings? Where else does he have keys to?"

"I'm saving that for your Christmas surprise," I told him, and he laughed.

Our arms went back around each other as we turned toward the quiet, empty stadium. It was Christmas break, and there was no one around the high school campus, either in or out of doors.

"Weird being back here, isn't it?" he murmured as we walked across the parking lot.

"Yeah." I reached up with my free hand to link my fingers with the hand he had draped over me, pulling his thumb into my mouth and giving it a suggestive suck. "I'll never forget that first time I met you. God, the look on your face."

"'Do you want a blowjob or not?'" he mimicked with a fond grin. "Best introduction ever. Can't wait to tell our grandkids. It will be a proud moment."

"Ah, good times. I'm such a role model."

"The epitome of good-nature and patience," he agreed with only a twitch of his mouth, glancing around at the rough asphalt. "I love this parking lot."

I grinned wickedly at him. We'd made good use of that lot since that first meeting, in his car and my truck, everywhere—constantly, all the time. The night of our senior Spring Formal had freed a lot more than him from his fucking girlfriend. It had sent us into a tailspin of sexual experimentation and abandonment. It hadn't mattered where, how, or who might be around. We'd gotten caught more times than I liked to remember, but we hadn't cared, and we certainly hadn't let it stop us. The Police Chief's daughter and the Chief of Staff's son… No one had known what to do with either of us. We'd been caught and dragged before our respective parents, each other's parents, been sternly talked to, grounded, yelled, and flailed at. We'd just looked contrite, nodded and agreed, and then got naked with each other again as soon as possible.

The last time Charlie had tried to reason with me about it, he'd finally just yelled in frustration, "What the hell has gotten into you?"

We'd both stared at each other in horror, knowing exactly what—or who—had been getting into me, and we'd both flushed, stuttered, and never spoke of it again. Edward and I would get busted, Charlie would come pick me up—more often than not in the back of the cruiser, maybe hoping that would help knock some sense into me—and drop me off at home. I'd go out the back door and meet Edward. And get naked some more.

Our antics took the heat off us at school—not that either of us were concerned. Frosty had tried to ostracize us, but it was hard to shun people who just didn't give a shit about what anyone else thought or did. Edward and I had spent the last few weeks of high school in our own little world. If anyone was surprised that we were seeing each other, or that he'd broken up with Homecoming Bitch to go out with me, we hadn't noticed. Pretty soon, everyone had been too amused and turned on by our escapades to even remember he'd ever gone out with her at all.

He held my hand as he led me up the steps of the stadium, and I stumbled, remembering that his ass was naked under the layer of denim. I righted myself and bit my lip, and he turned his head to glance at me, raising an amused, arrogant brow. I let it pass without comment. His ass was fine, and it deserved every bit of his conceit. He climbed forever until he finally found a spot that met with his approval and pulled me down to sit next to him.

"So, how are things at the venerable University of Washington? Are you playing well with others? Joining in all the little reindeer games?"

"Seriously? You dragged me all the way up here to talk about school and to see if I'm making nice with the other girls and boys?"

"Better not be making nice with any boys. I was just wondering how you're getting along with your roommates, people in your classes." He tried to hide a smile. "You know how easily you get annoyed."

I couldn't argue, because it was true.

"Don't worry about me," I told him. "It's your pretty little ass—and face—I spend sleepless night worrying about. All those brainy girls at Dartmouth. They're too smart to let you slip through their greedy little fingers without taking their shot at you."

"Me?" he glanced down in amused indignation. "I'm not the one who went around fucking people whose girlfriends pissed them off."

"I didn't go around fucking people," I protested. "Just you."

"Hm." He looked out over the field. "I did have a few bad moments that last year of high school, wondering if Alice would push you over the edge and if I'd have to kill Jasper."

"Jasper?" I wrinkled my nose.

"I thought maybe if Alice pissed you off like Rosalie did, you'd try to fuck him stupid." Edward shook his head. "I would have had to kill him."

"Oooh," I breathed, hugging his arm and pressing it against my breasts as I turned toward him. "Jealous. That's hot."

He was hot all the time, but Jealous Edward was just yummy. I remembered when he'd driven me to the U-Dub campus the week before school started, before he'd left for Dartmouth, and how he'd hovered over me possessively, snarling and smirking at any guy who even happened to glance in my direction. Mm. Yes. I just wish I could have done the same to the girls at Dartmouth, but that would probably have ended in a bloodbath. I really didn't deal well with people messing with my boy.

He chuckled, bending his head to kiss me.

"You have no idea. I was so jealous—of everyone. Everything. I wanted you so badly. I still do. It was so hard to be patient and wait, to let you come to your senses."

"Come to my senses." I rolled my eyes, and he nudged my cheek and jaw with his nose, placing warm, suggestive kisses along the sensitive spots.

"Yeah. You thought I was good enough to fuck, but not good enough to date. Rose thought I was good enough to date, but not to fuck. It messed with my head for a while, until I realized how much I wanted to both fuck and date someone, and it was you. I started to think maybe you felt the same, but it would just take you longer to get it. So, I waited and tried to be patient. That wasn't easy."

"You're the only one I've ever wanted this way," I told him, suddenly serious. "In every way, all the time. You know that."

"I do. You do know I spent most of my senior year thinking of ways to push Rosalie, to piss you off. It's a wonder I got the grades to graduate." He looked so proud and so smug that I hated to burst his little bubble.

"I know," I told him.

"What? You do?"

"Of course. I would have been disappointed if you hadn't. I egged her on, too. I would have taken any excuse to jump you."

"You're such a weirdo."

"I know." I swung around to straddle his lap. "But I'm your weirdo."

"Better believe it."

He smiled against my lips as I kissed him.

"It's worth it, you know," he said, holding me as I sat on his lap, draped over him, not ever wanting to let him go. "You are. It sucks being apart. But it's worth it, just to be with you like this."

"We'll make it work," I murmured, my heart pounding with happiness that he felt that way. "It's a good thing we're both too stubborn and determined for our own good."

He let out a deep breath, and I realized he'd been worried. Somehow, he was still a little unsure about how I felt, and that was not acceptable. I sat up to take his face between my palms. "I love you, Edward. It does suck, not being able to see you, go out with you, go to parties, to eat, to have sex with you in person, but thank God for cellphones and webcams."

He snorted in amusement and tightened his hold on me.

"We'll figure it out. I don't want to see anyone else. I'm not even tempted. Not even a little."

"Me, either," he assured me with a relieved smile.

"Then… We'll manage, right?"

"We'll manage. Just promise me you'll use that airline gift card. It's renewable, you know, so you can use it as much as you want. And I'll come back to Washington as often as I can."

"It won't be easy, but we'll make it work."

"Nothing about you is easy, Miss Swan, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good deal. Besides, I know it's really all about my mad blowjob skills."

He tilted his head, considering. "There is that…"

I slid off his lap, easing down on my knees between his. He leaned back on the cold metal bench as I reached for the buttons on his jeans.

"I guess I better stay in practice, then. It's been three long months, after all." I took him in my hand, easy to do because he didn't have any underwear on, and leaned forward to envelop him in my warm, wet mouth.

He groaned, letting his head fall back and then lifting it to watch.

"Good deal?" I asked, grinning wickedly at him, his dick in my fist, my mouth and tongue hovering over him.

His breath hitched, eyes languorous as his lids fluttered in delight and he bit his lower lip. He was gorgeous, inside and out, and all mine. Worth every miserable second we were apart, and every glorious one we were together.

All mine.

"Oh. Oh, yeah. Good deal."

And he was. The best I ever made.

Happy Holidays!

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