Spring Cleaning

Disclaimer: All publicly recognized characters belong to the brilliant Ms. Stephenie Meyer. I'm trying to entertain myself while I wait the loooooong time until she graces us with Eclipse. Hmph.

I shifted my gaze up from the computer screen over to the growing pile of clothing on my bed. I caught a glance of spiky black hair from behind the mound and rolled my eyes. "Alice, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just wait," she said as she pirouetted into the closet and pulled out yet another armful of clothes. And then another. She began to hum in her high-pitched soprano voice—Edward's latest creation. Her melodic tenor caught in the rafters and stood every one of my hairs on end.

Her song was interrupted by a crash, and I was out of my seat in an eighth of a second. I caught my wife's tiny waist between my hands and pulled her off the pile of clothes that were now haphazardly tossed aside on the floor. "I think you dropped these," I whispered into her ear while I piled the clothing neatly on the foot of the bed.

"I think I like them better on the floor" she said as she pushed the clothes off the bed and dragged me down onto it with her.

"I think I do, too," I replied as I let my kisses trail down her neck. My wife is a tricky one.

Alice's small hands worked their way up my shirt, and then she pulled it over my head. She gently massaged my arms, my back, my shoulders, and her delicate fingers took in every inch of my hard muscles as if she'd never seen them before. Her electrifying touch sent shivers down my spine, and I realized it was my turn to reciprocate.

I flipped her over with one hand and toyed with the straps of her red camisole that stood in striking contrast with her snow white skin. My lips danced around her shoulders and I nipped at her granite neck. She let out a moan of pleasure and bucked her hips.

My hands found the soft curves of her stomach and I quickly slid her tank top off her shoulders. I kissed every bit of her skin in reach before I started working on her pants.

I was so preoccupied that I didn't hear the intruder open the door the door. "Hey Jasper, wanna break in the new 360 with a death match of…" He didn't get a chance to finish his statement before he saw the compromising positions that my wife and I were in. He smirked. "What are you guys doing?" Oh, shit! How do I explain this one?

"I uh, was…just helping Alice with her uh…." He cocked an eyebrow.

"Spring cleaning!" she chimed in.

Emmett chuckled. "Okay, then. I'll leave you guys to get back to…cleaning." And then he closed the door behind him. No doubt he was going to tell Rosalie and Edward. I cursed myself mentally before I got up and locked the door.

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