AN: I want to wish everyone Happy Holidays since I don't know all my Christmas equivalents!!!!!! Thank all of you so much for all the reviews you've left and words of encouragement you give me!! Thanks to all the people that read and don't review, as well. You guys still count!!! I love you all and to all a good night!!! *muah*

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There's a little treat for all Jasper/Edward lovers out there when you get to the end. :D

Enjoy!!! :D :D

OUTTAKE

NO. 3

THE CHRISTMAS SCENE

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BPOV

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What do you get the boy who has enough money to buy whatever the hell he wants? I could go for the practical thing and buy him things he needs. He needs new tires for the Volvo. His laptop is getting pretty raged. His iPod is a little buggy. A couple of his jeans are starting to tear in the knees.

However, I don't want to use his money to buy any of this stuff for him. I don't care what he says or how many times he says it; the money in his bank account is not mine to spend. He might force me to use it when it comes to my car, but I'm not about to use that money on his Christmas present… or should it be presents.

Oh, dear God…

I roll over and look at my clock. Dammit, dammit, dammit! It's almost time for me to get up and go to school. Two bloody hours of sleep just isn't going to cut it. I should just get up and get ready for school. At least it's Friday.

I throw the covers back and get up, walking downstairs as I pull on a hoodie I stole from Edward's side of the closet. It's a UW sweat-shirt that he's had since his freshman year. It's nice and worn in and smells just like him. I make a pot of coffee and a small breakfast.

"Bella?"

I jump at the sound of my name. I didn't hear Dad walk downstairs. He frowns. "Sorry, Bells. I didn't mean to scare you. Thought you would've heard me coming. What are you doing up this early?"

I sigh, making him a cup of coffee. "I can't sleep."

He shakes his head. "Bells, I thought I told you not to worry about what to get Edward. He'll love whatever you decide to get him."

I nod. "I know, but the things I want to get him are things that I can't afford."

Dad clears his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I don't want to talk money with you, Bells. What you spend your money on is your business, but Edward told me he had more than enough money to take care of you guys—"

I shake my head. "I'm not going to use his money to buy his Christmas gift, Dad. That would be just like him giving me the money to pick up something he wanted."

"Well, what do you want to get him?"

I shrug as I set his coffee down in front of him. "I don't know."

"Then how do you know you can't afford it?"

I take a seat across from him with my own cup of coffee and breakfast. "I was going over things he needs. The best I could do is some clothes. It's not like I make a lot of money at the diner, and all these trips to Seattle are killing my account."

Dad chuckles. "If Edward knew you were spending your own money going back and forth between here and Seattle, he would get so angry. When you tell him, make sure I'm in the room."

I roll my eyes. "Dad, seriously, I can take care of myself. I don't need Edward buying every little thing for me."

"It's not about buying things for you, Bells. It's about taking care of you. It's what men do, it's our jobs. Edward is honoring his role as the provider. If you're going behind his back and taking away the only thing he can give you while he's not here, that's going to hurt his feelings."

I frown. "Really?"

Dad nods, standing and grabbing his cup of coffee. "Really. Go ahead and tell him, see what he says. Just be prepared for a fight."

I groan. "I don't want to fight."

"You should've thought about that before you started spending your money."

He winks at me and walks upstairs to get ready. I hate it when he's right, and its worse when I know he's right and I can't try and argue about it. I decide to talk to Edward about it tonight. I'll bring it up somehow. I just hope he understands my point of view. I doubt he will. I know he'll get angry, but I have a job and I don't need him to take care of everything. It doesn't have to be his job.

* * *

When I pull into the driveway at the apartment, I can't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Home. I'm finally home. I couldn't wait until Christmas break. I plan on going straight to Seattle from school. No going back to Charlie's to pack a bag, but instead packing one the night before and heading home after school lets out.

I grab my bag and head inside, going straight to the kitchen to see what I can make for dinner. I smile brightly at the note on the refrigerator. I pull it down from the heart magnet and lean back against the large appliance as I read what Edward wrote.

Hey, baby. I'm glad you're home. I'm going to try and get out of class early this afternoon, so cross your fingers. There's some ground meat in the fridge if you want to do something with it. If not, we can go to Daphne's when I get home.

Love you—Edward.

I toss the note and open the fridge. I'm actually not in the mood for tacos, shockingly. I pull the meat out and look around the cabinets seeing what I can make with it. Since I have no noodles or sauce, I opt for hamburgers. I'll make them big and juicy just like Edward likes them.

I grab my bag and head upstairs, changing out of my jeans and into a pair of shorts and camisole. I run into the kitchen, sliding across the floor towards the meat to get started on dinner.

* * *

As soon as I take the French fries from the oven, the front door opens. "Bella?"

I slide back across the floor, slamming into Edward as he walks into the kitchen. Thankfully, he's sturdy enough to not stumble back. He smiles down at me. "Hey."

"Hi." I stand on my tip toes and kiss him chastely. "Dinner's ready."

I turn to walk back over to the stove, when he spins me back around and kisses me soundly. He pulls out of the kiss after a moment, smiling against my lips. "Welcome home."

I wrap my arms around him underneath his large wool coat. He's so warm and inviting and smells so good. Mmmm…Edward… I push him away. "You're distracting me."

He chuckles, swatting my butt as I walk away. "Now you know how it feels."

I look over my shoulder and stick my tongue out at him. He shrugs out of his coat and helps me finish what's left of cooking dinner before we take a seat at the table and rehash our weeks with each other. After the dishes have been washed, he chases me upstairs to our bedroom.

We lay in bed making out for God knows how long before he pulls away from me and smiles. "So, my dear, what do you want for Christmas?"

I giggle. "I think the point of giving gifts is to not ask what I want."

He runs his hand up the back of my shirt. "Do you know what you're going to get me?"

This is the perfect time…conversation wise. This is not the perfect time when it comes to moments. What do I do? What do I do?

I suck it up. "I'm not sure what to get you that I can afford."

He frowns in confusion. "What are you talking about, baby? Did you do some spending that I didn't know about? Like, maybe buy an island or something?"

I shake my head. "No, I don't really use that money. That's your money."

"No, it's our money. We've had this conversation before, Bella. You have your own card to that account."

I nod. "I know. I use it when I get gas for the car or when the car needs an oil change. Stuff like that."

He narrows his eyes. "But that's the only time you use it."

There is no inquisitiveness in his voice. He now knows that I don't use his money. He gets up from the bed and starts pacing. "Bella, why won't you let me take care of you?"

I sigh. "Because I can take care of myself."

He stops pacing and turns to me. Frowning, he tells me, "I'm not implying that you can't take care of yourself."

"Well, I don't need you to feel like you have to take care of me."

He frowns harder before walking over to my side of the bed. He pulls me up on to my knees in front of him. "What do you mean by 'have to'?"

"It's not a job you have to take on. I'm capable of taking care of myself."

He looks at me bemused. "You think this is a job? You think I feel like I'm obligated to take care of you?"

I frown in confusion. "Don't you?"

He laughs. "By now I figured you'd understand that I take care of you because I love you, baby. This isn't a job. Taking care of you is a privilege, a fucking honor." He cups my cheek in his hand. "Why would you think that?"

I shrug. "I've just always had guys try to… not take control over me, but do things for me because it's expected of them. I don't want you to feel like that."

He smiles crookedly. "No, love, I don't feel like that at all. I love taking care of you. I'm not there all the time to be the boyfriend you need me to be." His smile fades and he looks sad. "This is the only way I can be there for you all the time."

I smirk. "That's what Dad said you'd say."

He kisses my forehead. "It's the truth."

I pull away from him and lay back down on the bed, patting his side to get him to come lay back down with me. He does so, moving back against me like he was previously.

"So if you were around all the time, what would our weeks be like?"

He grins. "If I were a senior like you?" I nod. "Well, first of all, I'd bribe whoever I had to so I could get every class with you. Then I'd pick you up for school every morning and take you home every day. We'd do our homework together and watch TV, maybe cook depending on whose house we're at. You know Mom would never let us cook dinner for ourselves." I giggle and nod. "Eventually, we'd have to part for the night, but I wouldn't leave you without giving you a reason to remember me."

I move closer to him, giving him my best seductive smile. "And what would be your reason?"

He runs the backs of his fingers up my cheek before sliding them into my hair. He pulls my face towards his; brushing his lips over mine gently as he runs his hand from my hair down my spine. His hand slides back underneath my shirt, spreading his large hand over the small of my back.

He pulls out of the kiss, whispering against my lips, "Then I'd tell you goodnight."

I gasp, pushing him away. "That's it!?"

He bursts out laughing. "That's it?! Yeah, I'm eighteen, Bella. You'd obviously be my first steady girlfriend."

"What about the girl before when you were fifteen?"

"You moved here when you were fifteen, yes?" I nod. "Well, there you go. I wouldn't have even looked at her twice with you around."

I roll my eyes, but a swift smack to my ass prevents the complete eye roll. He smiles at me. "You think I'm just saying that, but I'm not. I would've totally asked you to by my girlfriend."

"Would you have asked me or been all suave and courted me?"

"Courted you? At fifteen, I had no idea what that meant, let alone entailed. I would've asked you out and then more than likely asked you to my girlfriend at the end of the date."

I smile, patting his cheek playfully. "I would've laughed at you."

He narrows his eyes. "But you would've said yes."

I shake my head. "Probably not. I probably wouldn't have said yes to the date."

His eyes widen in shock. "Are you serious?"

I nod. "I had no time for fifteen year old boys when I was fifteen. I liked older men… I still do, obviously. That's what I like so much about you. You might have some residual teenager behavior, but you're still grown up enough. You're looking for the same things I'm looking for and I wouldn't be able to find that in someone my age."

"I'm only four years older, Bella."

"I know. That's four years of life you have on these losers I go to school with. Seriously, Edward, I love that you're older than me."

"You said we were looking for the same things. What do you mean by that?"

"Someone to settle down with."

He grins crookedly and shakes his head. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you, love. I wasn't looking to settle down. I wasn't looking for anything but to finish school."

"Really?"

He nods. "Yup."

"So you weren't looking to settle down at all?"

He shakes his head again. "If you'd turned me down completely, I would be girlfriendless right now. I'd actually be trying to find a way to get you interested in me."

I smile. "Really?"

He nods again. "Yup."

I press a slow kiss to his lips. "So I changed your life."

He chuckles. "Every damn day."

I giggle, pulling myself closer to him, wrapping myself around him. "Good."

He rolls us over so that I'm on top of him. I sit up, straddling his hips. I grab the bottom of my top and pull it over my head. "You've changed my life too, you know."

I toss my shirt on the floor somewhere. I won't need it any time soon. He sits up, cupping my breasts in his hands. "How so?" he asks me right before taking my nipple into his mouth.

My head falls back at the sensations he's causing rock through my body. I grip the hair at the back of his head, shoving his face against my breast. He opens his mouth and takes more of it in.

"You showed me what it's like to have someone do things for me," I say breathily.

He kisses his way up my chest and neck, moving towards my ear. "You better get used to it," he tells me as he lays me back. He kneels between my legs and strips off his shirt. I feel the rush of moisture at my core caused solely by the sight in front of me—disheveled auburn hair, broad, hard chest heaving with his heavy breathes, and the bulge in the front of his jeans that's begging for some attention.

"Gladly," I tell him as I pull him down on top of me. He obliges me for a moment, crushing me under his weight. He pulls away far too soon and grabs my shorts and panties, pulling them off quickly. He spreads my legs, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he moves towards where I need him most.

The feel of his tongue always causes me to gasp and jerk. He laps at my clit before moving to my entrance, thrusting his tongue in and out of me. He pulls away all too quickly, kissing his way up my body, lavishing each breast with kisses and nibbles.

When I can't take it any longer, I grab his hair and pull him towards me, crashing our lips together. "Please," I whimper against them.

He pulls away from me and gets off the bed, getting out of his jeans and boxer-briefs. Before he can get back in bed, I'm on the floor in front of him, kneeling down. I take his cock into my mouth, moving back and forth over him only a couple of times before he pushes me away. He grabs my shoulders and spins me around, pushing me over the bed.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?"

"Yes," I moan.

He pushes into me slowly, moving back out before he's completely sheathed. Fucking tease… He does it again, but this time I push backwards, taking all of him in and causing him to gasp. His grip on my hips tightens considerably; I wouldn't be surprised if I have bruises in the morning. He stills me completely before telling me, "Jesus, Bella. You can't do that."

I try and move my hips. "Please don't tease me."

He pulls out of me and spins me around. He grabs my hips again and tosses me onto the bed. Before I have the chance to move, he's on top of me, inside of me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, gripping on to his back and his hair as he moves quickly inside of me. He rests his forehead against mine, kissing me when he can.

"Dammit, Bella. You feel so amazing."

The only response I can muster is a whimper and moan as his pace picks up even more. I love having him like this, on top of me. He surrounds me completely. Unfortunately, it all starts to end too soon. I can feel my body start tingling, giving me that tell-tell sign that I'm about to reach my peak, grabbing Edward and pulling him with me when I fall.

I pull myself closer to him. "Close."

"Me, too."

He reaches down between us and rubs his thumb over my clit. That's it. I pull his hair and dig my fingers into his back. He wraps his arms around me and thrusts into me as deep as possible. We lay there for a moment before he rolls off of me, smiling at me as he looks over to see me panting and smiling too.

"So good," he whispers.

I giggle. "Always."

He rolls onto his side and pulls me against him. We curl up to one another sideways on the bed. After a moment, I start kissing on his neck and running my hands over his nipples. "Edward?"

"Mmm," he moans as I pinch his nipple. "Yeah?"

"Can we do it again?"

He chuckles. "As if you need to ask…"

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EPOV

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I think out of everyone I know Bella is the most difficult person to shop for. I'm her boyfriend; I should know what she wants! God…I suck at this shit…

"No…no, please stop…"

I look over at Bella. Her little forehead is wrinkled in a frown and her eyes are shut tight. I never knew she talks in her sleep. I roll onto my side and prop my head up on my elbow, listening to her.

"Edward…stop…" She giggles softly.

I can't help but chuckle at her. She squirms slightly and jerks. "Ugh…evil…stop."

I have no idea what she's dreaming but I feel like I should wake her up. I place my hand on her stomach and shake her gently. "Little girl, I think you should wake up."

Her eyes open slowly and she smiles at me lazily. I place a kiss on her forehead. "What were you dreaming about?"

"You were tickling me," she says groggily.

I can't contain my laugh at what she just said. I lay my head on the pillow beside her. "Maybe I should stop tickling you so much. It looks like I'm haunting your dreams."

"You won't. You're too playful." She rolls over and curls up to my chest. "What time is it?"

"A little past eleven," I answer reluctantly. I don't want us to get out of bed, but she wants to get some Christmas shopping done today; at least that's what she told me last night during dinner. Maybe she's changed her mind and wants to stay in.

She sighs. "I guess we should get up. I don't want to spend all day in town shopping."

Dammit… "Me either. Do you want to make dinner here or go out tonight?"

"Let's cook."

"Alright. Go grab a shower and I'll go make a quick breakfast."

She groans and shakes her head. "We can get something at Starbuck's or somewhere. Come take a shower with me."

"Who am I to tell you 'no'?"

She giggles and shrugs. "You'd be a crazy man to tell me 'no'."

She winks at me as she gets out of bed, putting a little extra sway in those naked hips as she walks out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Fuck…I won't ever get tired of seeing this woman naked.

* * *

After going to the Starbuck's on the corner, we head to the mall. I take her hand as we walk across the parking lot. "So, I'm going to be completely honest with you."

She frowns up at me. "Should I be concerned?"

I shake my head. "Not really. I just want you to know that I have no idea what to get you for Christmas. So, I just want to apologize beforehand if I get you something and you don't like it."

She laughs at me, leaning against me as we walk into the mall. "Good, because I have no clue what to get you either!"

We both laugh together. This is a huge relief. She stops us at one of the intersections in the mall and takes both of my hands into hers. "How about we do this; we only get each other one gift? That way we won't be stressed about getting each other the right things. We can exchange them before going to the Christmas party at your parents' house."

I kiss her forehead. "That's one of the things I love most about you. You're so fucking brilliant."

She rolls her eyes. "I just don't want Emmett laughing at what I get you."

"So you do know what you're going to get me?"

She shrugs. "Maybe," she tells me with a wink. "Right now, we need to worry about getting things for everyone else."

I sigh. "You're right. I don't even know where to start."

She pulls out a piece of paper from her back pocket and hands it to me. I unfold it and see a list of names with possible present ideas written beside them. "I should've given you this list earlier, but we were otherwise preoccupied."

I wink at her before looking at the list more thoroughly. "When did you come up with this?"

"Well, I've been listening closely to what everyone's been saying for the past couple of months in anticipation for this moment right here. As far as I know, no one has gotten themselves any of those things."

I take a look at the stores that surround us and then down at the list. "If we split this in two, we could get it done in half the time."

She pouts. "But we won't get to spend any time together."

I lean forward and kiss that pouty bottom lip. "We'd get more time at home if we got out of here faster."

She scrunches her face in dislike, but nods her head. "You're right."

"Finally."

She rolls her eyes and pulls out her cell phone. "I have mine on vibrate so I won't miss your call if you need something."

I tear the list in half and hand her the half with the most girls. She grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me down to her for a searing kiss. "Hurry," she whispers against my lips.

"Like Speedy Gonzalez, baby."

She giggles, kissing me once more, before pushing me away and heading off in one direction, leaving me to go in the other. I'm so fucking lucky…

For the next three hours, I go from store to store buying things for everyone on my half of the list. By the time I'm done, my arms are so weighed down with bags that it's hard to walk. I make a trip out to the car and call Bella as I walk back into the mall.

"Hey," she answers breathlessly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little bogged down with all these bags."

"Where are you? I can help."

"Where are your bags?"

"In the car."

"Oh, thank God. I'm in front of Bath and Body Works, please come help me."

I chuckle. "I'm on my way, baby."

"Thank you."

I run towards Bath and Body Works, getting strange looks from everyone I pass. I come to a skidding halt in front of Bella, whose sitting in front of the store on a bench. She smiles up at me. "My hero."

"I've always pictured myself as the bad guy."

She rolls her eyes. "Yes, because helping your girlfriend carry Christmas presents for your family is as diabolical it gets for every bad guy, right?"

I narrow my eyes at her. "This could be all part of my nefarious plans, little girl. I could get these gifts home, distract you from wrapping them until next weekend, and plant bombs in them in the mean time."

She shakes her head, laughing softly. "You've been watching too much TV, Edward, seriously."

I grab the majority of the bags. "I get bored while you're gone. What am I supposed to do?"

A group of girls take that moment to walk by us, giggling and ogling me like neither Bella or I would notice. She smiles up at me. "Watch too much TV."

I laugh at her as we make our way back to the car. "Honestly, love, you don't really think I would cheat on you?"

She shakes her head. "No, I don't think you'd cheat on me, but I do think girls would make you try to do it."

"Then you just need to be around more often to keep the home wreckers at bay."

She scoffs. "You say that like I don't want to be here, like I avoid coming here as much as I can."

I shake my head. "That's not what I meant, Bella," I say defensively.

She stops in the middle of the mall. "I don't want to fight over nothing, okay? Let's just get these bags to the car, run to the grocery store to get something to cook, and then go home and relax. My feet hurt, my back hurts, and I'm tired of people."

"The joys of Christmas shopping," I say with a wink, trying to lighten the mood. I don't want to fight either. I didn't mean anything by the comment I made, and I know it's hard for the both of us when she leaves every Sunday. We'll get time together soon when Christmas break comes. We'll both be off from school and have nothing to do but be together.

She smiles at me and nods. The fight is forgotten. We walk out to the car, load the gifts into the trunk, and head the grocery store. We buy the ingredients for quesadillas and go home, enjoying the rest of our weekend.

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BPOV

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Thankfully, last Saturday Edward and I did most of the Christmas shopping. I still needed to get something for Edward and then send something down to Mom and Phil. I might still be mad at my mother for how she treated Edward and me when she came during my accident, but she is my mother and it is Christmas.

Jacob told me Monday afternoon that we could spend Tuesday afternoon in Port Angeles doing some shopping since he still had to get gifts for his friends and father. He pretty much felt the same as he did with his father as I did with my mother. We didn't want to give them anything, but it just wouldn't be right if we didn't.

I meet him at his house at three p.m. and then drive all the way to Port Angeles. Fortunately, Billy and Dad were going to hang out at the house tonight so I wouldn't have to worry about driving him all the way back to La Push.

"So do you know what you're going to get Edward?"

I sigh and shake my head as we walk down the sidewalk in downtown Port Angeles. "No. I have no clue."

Jake chuckles. "Why not just get him a new car or something? He's loaded."

I pull my coat around me tighter and shake my head again. "Just because I have access to all this money doesn't mean I know how to spend it. This card didn't come with instructions, Jake. It's like Edward gives me this thing and expects me to just know what to do, what to use it for. I hate even using it, but he tells me it's the only way he can take care of me since he isn't here to actually do it."

He chuckles. "Edward's a good guy, Bella. He just wants to make sure you're okay and giving you that card to his stupidly large bank account just helps him sleep better at night. It's just money, Bells. The only way to spend it is to buy something. I doubt he even looks at the bank statements."

"He doesn't."

"See? So what are you worried about? He wants you to spend the money, so spend it. Buy him something that he doesn't have that he really wants."

I roll my eyes. "Yes, because he doesn't have the means to buy anything he wants when he wants it."

He nods. "Okay, I can see the dilemma. Is there something he has now that he needs a new one of? Maybe like a new laptop? Or TV?"

I shake my head. "He could use a new laptop, but I want to get him something special."

"Then make him something."

I frown up at him, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. "Make him something? What do you mean?"

"Well, you're used to not having money, right?" I nod. "Then do something that makes you feel comfortable. If you don't want to spend a lot of money, then don't. Make him something."

I look down at the ground, contemplating what Jake just said. "Make him something," I repeat in a low voice.

Several things go through my mind, but one sticks out. I smile up at Jake. "You're freaking brilliant!"

He chuckles and nods. "I've been known to have a good idea or two in my time."

I grab his arm and steer him in the direction I need to go. I buy all the supplies and then call Alice. I wouldn't be able to do this without her help. I give her all the information she needs so she can give me what I want without her knowing what I'm doing. I don't want her to blab it to anyone, let alone Edward.

After we buy my things and get the gifts Jacob needs, we head back to my Dad's house. Billy's truck is sitting out front. I hate that I'm going to have to talk to him. He's always so rude. His beef with the Cullens has bled over to me by association. I usually ignore him, but I get a bad feeling as I get out of the car that I won't be able to do so tonight.

Jacob and I walk through the front door and find Dad and Billy watching football. Dad smiles up at us. "Hey, you two. Did you guys find what you need?"

I nod. "Yup. Jacob even helped me figure out what to get Edward."

Dad chuckles. "And what did you get him?"

I gasp with fake shock. "I can't tell you that! You might blab."

He chuckles. "Yes, because Edward and I talk on a daily basis."

Jacob chuckles as he takes a seat on the couch. I roll my eyes. "Still, what if you do?"

He throws his hands up in surrender. "Fine, don't tell me."

My phone starts ringing at that time. "See? He knows we're talking about him!"

Billy grunts. I narrow my eyes to say something but Dad tells me, "Why don't you take that call in your room? I don't want to listen to your lovey dovey conversation."

Dad knows good and well Edward and I don't get "lovey dovey" on the phone. I just nod my head and go to my room.

"Hey." My greeting isn't too happy.

"Well, hey to you too."

"I'm sorry. Long day." I don't need him worrying about the treatment I get from Billy Black. He's got enough on his mind.

"Aw, baby, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

"Nothing but talk to me. How was your day?" I ask, trying to redirect the conversation. We talk for a long time before finally getting off the phone. As soon as I hang up, there's a knock at my door. I open it to find Jacob on the other side.

He smiles. "Am I interrupting?" I shake my head. "Good. I just want to tell you bye. We're heading out."

We hug and say our goodbyes. He offers his help with the present if I need it, but I laugh in his face, telling him this needs a girl's touch. He scrunches his nose and shakes his head, telling me that I can handle it then. Once he's gone, I take a quick shower and get ready for bed. I pull out all the supplies I bought for my gift and start mapping out some of the things I could do with it all.

When I open my eyes and see that I've fallen asleep in the middle of my bed with all this crap around me, I can't help but chuckle. I pick everything up and put it away before getting ready for school.

* * *

When I get to school, I wait by my car for Alice and Jasper to show up. Edward's description of what we would be like if he were a senior in high school instead of college makes me a little sad. I wish we could have what Alice and Jasper have. Jasper picks her up for school every day and they hang out as often as possible. It's sweet how he walks her to class and carries her books for her.

"Bella?" Alice calls to me.

I spin around and see Alice and Jasper standing there. I smile. "Sorry, lost in a moment."

Jasper looks apologetic. "Sorry to disturb you."

I shake my head quickly. "No, no. I'm glad you did. How are you guys this morning?"

Alice groans. "I'm ready to be done with high school."

I chuckle and nod. "Me too. We get a reprieve in a couple of weeks though."

Alice nods. "That's exactly what this place feels like… prison, and we're on death row." She shoves a large envelope in front of me. "The only thing I can think you're doing is creating some kind of collage or maybe a scrap book."

I shrug. "I don't know what you're talking about. I asked for these pictures so I could have something to masturbate to while I'm away from Edward."

She fake gags and walks away from me cussing a storm. Jasper can't help but chuckle and give me a thumbs-up. He loves it when I gross her out like this. We follow her to class, keeping a few feet behind her so that she won't turn on me and cuss me out in the middle of the hallway. The rest of day flies by and when Jasper and Alice ask if I want to get together for homework and a pizza, I turn them down. I have a Christmas present to work on and only two weeks to get it done.

I want to be able to take my time and get it right. It has to be perfect for him. It has to be.

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EPOV

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"What are you getting Victoria?"

James leans against the pool table in the middle of the Recreation Center on campus. He sets up his shot and shrugs. "Probably some of her favorite perfume."

He shoots and misses. Peter steps up and looks at the table. "What are you getting Charlotte?"

"She's all excited about seeing some ballet this summer, so I'm going to get her tickets." He lines up his stick with the cue ball and takes his shot, missing his too. "Shit!" He sighs. "Why? Do you not know what to get the amazing Bella?"

I ignore his jibe at the way I talk about my girlfriend. They just didn't understand how I could be so in love with her so quickly. I am tired of trying to explain it to them; they'll understand when they get to meet her.

"No, I don't know. I've been wracking my brain for the past couple of weeks. We talked about it last weekend and we agreed on just one present that we'd exchange alone."

"Then you could just get her anything," James says right before he takes his shot, making it finally.

I shake my head. "No, I can't just get her anything. This is our first Christmas. I don't want to just get her anything."

Peter chuckles. "You're making too much out of this, Edward. It's Christmas. It's not the last Christmas you'll ever spend together if you're so sure she's the one."

I roll my eyes. "So not the point. It needs to be special, Peter. It's not like I can just take her down to Daphne's and get her some tacos and say, "Merry Christmas, baby." This present needs to show how I feel about her."

James nods his head and then tells me, "Get her a necklace."

Peter motions to the table, silently telling James to take a shot. I frown, thinking about James' idea. "A necklace…" I mumble to myself. The perfect idea pops into my head and I shoot up out of my chair. "Thanks guys, seriously. I don't know what I'd do without you two."

I run out of the Recreation Center and head to the nearest jewelry store. I know exactly what I'm going to get her.

* * *

The next two weeks fly by and the Friday before Christmas I find myself pulling up into the driveway to see Bella's car in the garage, right where it's going to be for the next two weeks. I grab both her present and the dozen red tulips I picked up for her today. I walk into the house and find Bella in the kitchen making dinner. She smiles at me as I walk in and smiles brighter when I pull the tulips from behind my back.

She walks over to me, taking the tulips and tossing them on the counter before attacking me. She kisses me heatedly and I can't help but respond just as eagerly. We wrap our arms around each other, holding on tight.

"I missed you," she whispers against my lips.

"I missed you, too," I whisper back.

"We've got the next sixteen days together."

"Mmm," I hum against her lips. "Sixteen days."

She giggles and pulls away far enough to look into my eyes. "Do you think you can put up with me for that long?"

I roll my eyes. "It's going to be hard, but I think I can do it."

She pushes me away, going back over to the stove. "It's me that's going to have to put up with you," she tells me as she gives me wink.

I chuckle, nodding. "You're right."

She stirs whatever is in the pot on the stove and turns off the burner. It smells like spaghetti. She spins around and smiles. "So, I was thinking that maybe we could have a nice little dinner and then exchange gifts."

I nod. "Yeah, I like that idea."

She claps her hands together. "Great. I'm going to go get comfortable. Dinner's ready if you want to fix us a plate."

She tries to walk past me but I stop her. "How about I come and help you get comfortable?"

She shakes her head smiling. "No, we have the next sixteen days for that."

I pout. "But what if I wanted to change too?"

She narrows her eyes. "Do you?"

I nod. "I would like to get out of these jeans."

She narrows her eyes a little more. "As in…?"

I chuckle. "As in get out of these jeans and into a pair of sweat pants."

She smiles and nods. "Then I'll allow you upstairs."

"What the hell, Bella? Why are you denying me sex?"

She rolls her eyes and grabs my hand, dragging me behind her as we head upstairs. "I'm not denying you sex. I'd just like to get dinner over with and exchange gifts. I'm excited to show you yours. But if I don't deny you sex, then it'll be a couple of hours before we can exchange gifts."

I nod. "Okay, okay. I see your point. Deny me sex."

She giggles and shakes her head. We change into some comfortable clothes and head downstairs to eat dinner. We talk about the past week while we eat. Once dinner is over and the kitchen is clean, Bella bites her bottom lip. "Ready?"

I chuckle and nod. Her excitement has me a little worried. What if my gift isn't as awesome as hers? We head upstairs where our gifts are hidden. I hid hers in the closet while I was changing into my sweats earlier. She pulls my gift out from underneath the bed while I get hers from the closet. I'm a little taken aback by the size of my gift.

We sit Indian-style in the middle of the bed, facing each other. "At the same time?" she asks.

I nod. "Yeah, same time."

We both hand over the gifts and open them. Bella gasps at the necklace I bought while I pull out a rather large book. She picks up the necklace and smiles as she sees the engraving on the back of the diamond heart pendant. Just the letters E&B are etched into the diamond in white gold to match the chain. She smiles brightly up at me, but her smile fades when she notices I haven't looked at my gift.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see your reaction. Do you like it?"

Her smile comes back full force and she nods happily. "Yes, I love it. I'm going to wear it the Christmas party. It's beautiful. Thank you."

She gets on her knees and leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. She takes the book from my hands and sets it down in my lap, ready to be opened.

"I know you tell me that I have all this money to spend and that it's your way of taking care of me, but I've never needed a lot of money. My mother's a school teacher and before she met Phil that's what we lived off of; a school teacher's salary. Dad sent money once a month, but he's a cop in Forks, it's not like he's rolling in the money either. My point is that I wanted to give you something that came from the heart and not the most expensive store in the mall." She motions to the necklace. "Just like you did me." She sits back on her feet and opens the book to the first page. "It's a scrapbook of us. It tells our story, so to speak. There are pictures of us before we met, all the pictures of us together since then, and then a blank section for the rest of our lives that we can fill with anything we want."

I have to chuckle at the cute pictures of her as a kid. There are so many of us together over the summer. Either she or Alice had a disposable camera at all times. I smile up at her once I flip the last decorated page.

"It's fucking perfect, baby. I love it."

She smiles, looking slightly relieved. "Really? You do?"

I nod, shutting the book and moving it off my lap so I can replace it with her. "I do, honestly. You put so much more thought into that book than I did into your necklace."

She shakes her head. "No, you put thought into that necklace. You know that I only wear silver and white gold. You had it engraved with our initials. I love it so much; don't try to make it less than what it is." I nod. She smiles happily. "We did well. We both did really well."

I laugh out. "You're right; we did alright for our first Christmas."

She kisses me sweetly, but it turns into more after a moment. She pulls away, grabbing the book and necklace, slipping them in the large gift bag the book came in, and setting it on the floor behind me.

"I'm not denying you anymore."

I groan, laying her underneath me. She runs her hands up my chest, pushing my shirt up as she goes. I lean up and strip my shirt off and look down at her.

"You're so beautiful. I love seeing you lying before me like this, wanting me just as much as I want you."

She winks at me. "Better get used to it."

I shake my head chuckling. "Never."

She smiles at me as she winks. I pull her top off of her, relishing her desire to go braless when she's here. I strip her sweats and panties off of her, getting an eye full of her naked form before I attack her. Last weekend we couldn't do anything because it was her time of the month, but now, this pussy is all mine.

I switch back and forth between sucking and nibbling on her clit and fucking her with my tongue. I want her to come a few times before I'm finished with her. Both of her hands dive into my hair, her small nails digging into my scalp while she calls my name as she comes.

That's one.

I give her a moment to come back down, kissing my way up her beautiful body until I get to her breasts. Her amazing tits. They were just the right size for my hands to cup them. I love waking up to her topless with the blanket around her hips with her lying on her back. It's such a wonderful sight to behold.

I kiss and nibble at her nipples—all over her chest, really. Her little hands grab handfuls of my hair, yanking me up to her lips. While she kisses me, I sneak my hand in between her legs and slide my fingers inside of her. She gasps into the kiss before kissing me with a renewed interest. I quicken the pace of my fingers thrusting in and out of her before slowing down and rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her hips start rocking against my hand and I know she's close. Before she can tell me, I curl my fingers upwards and press hard on her clit as I circle it with my thumb. She screams out to God as she comes again.

That's two.

"Edward, please…"

"Please what, baby?"

"Fuck me."

I shake my head. "No. I don't want to fuck you."

I move away from her and pull off my sweats and boxer-briefs before moving back to her. I position myself at her entrance and lay down on top of her. "I want to make love to you, little girl."

She groans, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I slide into her, causing both of us to gasp at the feeling. I move slowly at first but even I can't take the torture. Watching her come twice before now has me on edge. I know what it feels like to be inside of her when she comes and I imagined it both times.

Suddenly, her hands are on my chest, pushing me away from her. I fall off to the side of her, waiting for her to climb on top of me, but instead, she just smiles at me, before moving down and taking my cock into her mouth.

Oh… my… fucking… Christ… that's so… ugh…

She moves up and down a few times before I grab her and stop her. "If you keep on, I'm going to come in your mouth and I'd rather come in your pretty little pussy. Now get over here, little girl."

She giggles and throws her leg over my hip, straddling me. She runs her fingers over my nipples, pinching them as she slides down onto me. I end up thrusting up into her before she's all the way down. The combined sensations had me completely on edge. I had to stop her from moving.

"Fuck… dammit, Bella."

She clenches her inner walls around me, biting her lip as she looks down at me. "Please…let me move…"

I shake my head. "No."

I attach my thumb to her clit, not moving it away from her little bud until she comes. I push her off of me slightly before slamming back into her.

"Fuck!" she cries out.

I do it once more and she falls forward, crashing her forehead against my chest. I wrap one arm around her, holding her against me as I brace my feet on the bed and pound into her. Her moans get louder and louder. I roll us over so she's on her back. I pick her legs up and throw them over my shoulders before leaning forward, pounding into her again. I rest my forehead against hers as she cries out, latching on to my arms.

She takes a deep breath and comes, whimpering loudly. The sensation and the sound of her coming make me follow her immediately; like always. As soon as I can, I get off of her, knowing being bent in half with me on top of her is making it hard for her to breath.

Her legs fall lifeless to the side, twisting her lower body so her legs are away from me. She sighs, trying to catch her breath. "Fuck me… that was amazing."

"Give me a minute and I will."

She giggles, playfully slapping my shoulder. "You're going to have give me a couple of minutes. I've never came so hard in my life."

I chuckle, pulling her against me. She smiles. "Merry Christmas, Edward."

"Indeed, love." I kiss the top of her head. "Merry Christmas, little girl."

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BPOV

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For the next couple of days, Edward and I hardly move from the bed. Surprisingly, we just lay and talk to each other, saving the nights for our more intimate times. When we realize it's Christmas Eve and we've successfully avoided everyone's phone calls, we get up and get ready for the party. Edward has to call his mother and calm her down. After five irate voicemails, Esme tells Edward she is two seconds from coming to Seattle before Edward called. Thankfully, Edward calms her down enough and tells her we will be in Forks on time.

I slip into my dress and walk out of the closet to find Edward. I need him to zip me up. I walk out of the bedroom and see him standing at the sink shaving his face.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

He scoffs. "It's called shaving, love."

I growl. Edward turns slowly until he's facing me. "Did you just growl at me?"

"Yes! Why are you shaving?"

"Bella, I looked like a dirty bum. I don't want to look like a dirty bum in front of my parents' friends. Some of these people are pretty important."

I frown angrily. "But… dammit!"

He takes the last swipe of the razor and splashes his face with water. "Baby, I promise not to shave again until I am otherwise forced to do so."

He pats his face with aftershave and turns to me. I'm standing here with my arms crossed over my chest and—what I'm positive to be—the most petulant, childish look on my face. He looks at my dress. "Do you need me to zip you up?"

I sigh and nod, turning around slowly. I love his scruffy face. It's both ticklish and arousing. He looks so manly and uninhibited when he hasn't shaved in a few days. It makes him nearly irresistible. I already have a hard enough time keeping myself in check, but when he's scruffy, I'm putty in his hands.

I lift my hair up and out of the way of the zipper. He zips the dress up slowly before pulling me back against him, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulders. He presses his face against my neck and my senses are over powered by his scent and the feel of him. He smells so good and he feels so warm. I melt against his chest.

He chuckles softly. "Bella?"

"Hmm?"

He kisses me under my ear. "We need to finish getting ready."

"Ready?"

"Yes, for the party, remember?"

"Party? Oh!" I push him away from me. "You're not ever allowed to use that aftershave again! Do you understand me? It's like… a brain melter."

"Melter? Is that even a word?"

"Who cares? That aftershave is strong enough to coin its own phrase."

He laughs at me as I walk into the bedroom and head straight for the closet. I breathe deeply as I walk in, clearing my head of his scent and wicked thoughts that orbited around him as the smell of clean clothes fills my senses.

God, please let me make it through the night without embarrassing either of us… please?

* * *

Once we're on the road to Forks, I'm more relaxed and calm. I've gotten used to his scent and I no longer have the dire need to jump him—it's just a small need.

"So who are these important people?"

"Dad told me that a couple of doctor friends from Seattle plan on coming to the party. The same doctor friends are professors at the medical school I'll be attending."

I sit up straight and smile sweetly. "So that means I have to play the part of the perfect girlfriend?"

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "As if that's going to be a stretch for you."

I can't help the giggle. "You're so right."

He tugs on the hem of my dress. "Where did you get this dress? You should've warned me you were going to be showing off those amazing legs."

I move my legs so they're more on display for him. He groans. "Beeellllaaa…"

I laugh. "I bought it the other day with Alice. We went shopping for outfits for tonight."

"You know, I think I might have a solution to your financial issues."

"Oh really?"

He nods. "Yup. I think you should start depositing your checks into my account. That way you're spending your money as well."

I tilt my head to the side as I contemplate his idea. "That might be a good idea you have there."

He fixes his coat, trying to make himself look sharper. "I know."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever. I'll close my account before we leave Forks. We are staying the next two nights in Forks, right?" He nods. "Then I'll do it after Christmas."

He kisses the back of my hand. "And if it doesn't work, then you can just open your account back up and I'll make deposits into your account."

I can't help but laugh. "I can just imagine the look of complete shock on the tellers' faces when I go to get my account balance."

"Yeah, I doubt Forks has seen that kind of money pass through the bank's hands in a long time."

* * *

When we get to Forks, we're right on time. Everyone is just arriving or due to arrive at any minute. Emmett and Jasper help Edward unload the car while I grab our bags and take them upstairs to his room. Alice and Rosalie follow me upstairs rambling about all the cooking and decorating they've been doing for the past couple of days. They both inform me that they tried calling Edward and I several times to come participate with the festivities, but I cut them off before they could really complain about our absence.

"You'll have to overlook our need to see each other since it only happens once a week for all of forty-eight hours. It's been nice to just be together without my looming departure counting down as we try and squeeze a week's worth of time into two days."

They both nod and shut their mouths about it after that. When we get downstairs, Rose and Alice both go to Jasper and Emmett. The two couples look like they're in rapid conversation, separately telling each other to lay off on the joking, more than likely.

Esme and Carlisle intercept my path to Edward. He looks like he's talking to one of those important doctor people.

"How have you been, dear? It feels like it's been a long time since I've seen you," Esme tells me as she brushes my hair off my shoulder.

I shrug. "I think it has been awhile. I've been really busy."

Carlisle smiles as he pats my shoulder. "Just make sure you're resting, Bella. We don't need another scare when it comes to you."

I laugh, rolling my eyes. "I'm never going to live that car wreck down, am I?"

The two of them laugh and shake their heads as they tell me 'no'. Dad and Jacob show up soon after that, and I find myself mingling with them when the most embarrassing, yet hilarious thing happens.

"No, no, no! You're under the mistletoe! You have to kiss!!"

Jacob bursts out laughing before I can turn to see Jasper and Edward standing under the mistletoe. It's hanging in the kitchen door, waiting patiently for something like this. Jasper and Edward look at one another nervously as the rest of the party joins in with Emmett.

Edward looks up at me, as if pleading for help. I shake my head and shrug, mouthing my apology, "Sorry."

He turns to Jasper and sighs. "Let's just do it. We aren't going to get out of this."

Jasper sighs dejectedly. "You're right. Let's just do it."

Every girl in the room is waiting on baited breath. I mean, let's face it; Jasper and Edward are two hot men and to watch them kiss would just be… heaven. Slowly, so very slowly, they move towards one another. Edward brings his hand up and cups the side of Jasper's face while Jasper's hand reaches around the back of Edward's neck. Finally, when their lips touch, there's a collective gasp. Their lips move against the other's, looking as if the two of them are enjoying the kiss.

"Okay, that's enough!" Alice demands, ruining it for all of us way too soon. She seems to be the only female, besides Esme, to not be enjoying this, though Esme is laughing so hard she can't breathe.

Edward and Jasper pull away from each other. Edward pats Jasper's cheek. "That's how it's done."

I can't help but giggle as Edward walks on into the kitchen, as was his purpose for being in the doorway while Jasper just stands there for a moment, totally perplexed as to what just happened. I turn back to Jake and Dad. "I'll be back."

The two of them laugh as I walk into the kitchen to find Edward downing a bottle of water. I walk up to him and smile. "You know, that was kind of hot."

He cocks an eyebrow at me, taking one last drink of his water before looking me dead on. "Seriously?"

I nod, stepping closer to him. "Yeah."

He groans. "Bella, baby, you're killing me."

I press my body against his and smile up at him. "Welcome to my world."

He bends down and kisses me for a moment. I pull away and pat his cheek like he did Jasper's. "That's how it's done."

He narrows his eyes at me as I wink at him, getting out of his reach before he can grab me.

* * *

The rest of the party goes on without another incident like that. Edward and I get trapped under the mistletoe near the end of the party, and afterwards, once the party is over and we're cleaning up, he kisses me every time we pass underneath it. When Emmett and Jasper get caught under it, Jasper reaches up and rips the mistletoe down, throwing it on the ground. "I refuse to kiss the entire Cullen family!"

He stomps up stairs, leaving everyone but Alice laughing. Once everything is clean and the majority of the house has gone to bed, I find Edward in the living room starting a fire.

"What are you doing?"

He stands in front of the fireplace and turns to me, smiling crookedly. "I just thought we could relax down here for a little while."

He holds his hand out to me. I bite my bottom lip and walk over to him, taking his hand. He leads me over to the loveseat, where we curl up together under a throw blanket. He presses his lips to my ear, whispering, "I love you."

I smile, snuggling deeper under the blanket and pulling his arms tighter around me. "I love you."

I feel his hand on my inner thigh. I try to suppress my moan. "You know," he starts off in a low, seductive voice. "I hear there's a twenty-four hour window where Santa isn't watching and you can be as naughty as you want without him knowing it. It's sort of like a free Naughty Pass."

I giggle, knowing full and well that this is complete bullshit. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"And when did this window start?"

"About 10 hours ago."

I grab his hand and guide it inside my panties. "Then we better not waste anymore time."

He groans. "Merry fucking Christmas to me."

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