Sorry about the delay in updates, Angela and I were planning our Fiji trip Lmao (we wish).

I own none of the characters, I just love to play with them.

At the end of this chapter I will be adding a small teaser of a new story called Voodoo.

Cabin fever day 2 (kindof)

EPOV

The first night had been surreal, for the most part we had been connected in some way, whether it had been physically or emotionally.

We had finally dressed mid morning of our second day — well, technically it was our first as we had arrived late last night. Carlisle sat at the breakfast bar while I made us brunch. I was becoming quite adept in the kitchen after watching cookery programs while I was ill, I wondered if this could be my calling.

"Hey! No frown lines, not this weekend anyway." Carlisle stood, making his way into the kitchen area, smoothing my forehead with his thumb.

"Not frown lines, just thinking." I pecked his cheek, as he leaned back against the counter he had been sitting at.

"Do I get to know what that amazing mind was thinking about?"

I placed the bowl of pancake mixture and whisk down and turned off the grill, walking slowly towards him, I caged his body with my hands on either side of him.

"I was just thinking that I'd like to start college in the New Year."

His eyes widened, and I wondered what he had expected me to say, then a slow smile grew on his perfect face.

"What would you like to do?"

I shrugged, thinking he may laugh, after all he was a doctor. I attempted to turn away, but his hands caught my wrists.

"Edward? Angel?" He pulled me into his chest and I relaxed, mentally chastising myself for thinking that he would find my choice of career amusing.

"A chef," I replied.

"Really?"

"Yes. I mean, I know it's not important like a doctor or anything but... " My ramblings were halted by a searing kiss and I moaned into his mouth.

"I think you would be an amazing chef, an amazing anything." Carlisle smiled, kissing the side of my mouth.

"I'll get a job to pay for my tuition, I wouldn't expect you to pay or anything," I stammered.

Carlisle chuckled, running the back of his hand along my cheek before placing a slender finger over my lips.

"We'll sort something out baby, I promise. Now, feed me. I am after all your greatest fan." He slapped my ass and my erection stood to attention.

So, I made a show of finishing breakfast. I only had on a pair of thin gray cotton sleep pants and I brushed against the cupboards —causing the most amazing friction— so, when I turned I was tenting and sporting the biggest hard on he had ever seen.

Carlisle groaned, as I accidentally splashed water down myself when washing out the bowl, so that the front of my pants now clung to my aching cock.

"Edward," he warned.

"Something wrong baby?" I looked coyly down at my bulge. "Oh damn! I'm all wet." I stroked my hand over myself pretending to wipe off the moisture, and my cock bounced inside its confines.

"Fuck it! I've lost my appetite," Carlisle growled, as he lunged for me, pulling down my pants.

I threaded my hands through his hair —that had grown, maybe a couple of inches, since we had met— and I guided his mouth over my cock, as he took it down his throat.

I loved watching my cock slide in and out of his swollen red lips, and as one hand tugged on my balls, the other moved to my entrance and teased me. I leaned back, resting my elbows against the counter, opening my legs wider, so he had a better access. As soon as my legs began shaking, I knew I wouldn't be long, but I had seen something on the internet and I wanted to try it.

I pulled myself out of his mouth and Carlisle stood his face full of concern. "Angel?"

I said nothing, as I pulled him into the living area, quickly kneeling down, and taking his sleep pants with me. I lay down and turned onto my side, offering him my hand, and his eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning.

Oh yes, baby you know exactly what I am thinking.

He laid the opposite way, so our cocks were level with each others mouths, and I kissed the tip and he bucked towards me. Taking me in his mouth, I waited a moment to relish this new position before I reciprocated. I hummed around his cock, loving the feel of his hardness on my tongue —there was nothing I enjoyed more than having him in my mouth. Well, okay, it came a close second to having him inside my ass, but that was a feeling on a higher level of sensuality.

He moaned, as he begun to rock his hips, fucking my mouth, so I mirrored his actions, swallowing as I felt his head touch the back of my throat and he roared out his orgasm, filling my mouth with his tangy, salty liquid. The reverberations set off my own orgasm and he sucked and licked me until I was clean.

An hour later we had showered and dressed in jeans and a light sweater. We had just eaten a quick lunch and while I cleaned the plates away, Carlisle went out to the car to collect the tree.

"Do we have decorations?" I inquired, as he wrestled the pine through the main doors.

"We should have some in the laundry cupboard. I did buy some one year, just never used them."

I found the cupboard and the small cardboard box of decorations; some were still in their packaging, while others looked old.

"Some belonged to my Uncle Marcus and Paul," he explained, as we began to hang the newer ones on the tree.

An hour later, Carlisle was finishing the first batch of his so-called 'famous egg nog', whilst I made a fire. I gazed out of the large windows and gasped.

"Edward, what is it?" Carlisle was beside me in a moment.

"It's snowing." I smiled, pointing toward the white soft flakes that danced past the cabin window.

Carlisle laughed. "You look like a kid at Christmas." He smiled, stroking my cheek.

"It is Christmas, but I'm no kid any more." My eyes bore into his; he swallowed thickly grabbing my hand and placing it onto his erection.

"Oh, I know that, Angel."

I jumped up, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto the floor on his knees. "Let's go out and play in the snow."

"Seriously?"

"Hell, yeah!"

He shook his head at me. "I'm old. I don't play out in the snow."

"If you get cold, I'll warm you up later?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

Ten minutes later we were dressed, wrapped up against the elements, and standing at the front door.

"If I get pneumonia, I'm blaming you," he beamed, nudging my arm.

"Don't worry Grandpa, I'm make you a nice, hot cocoa when we get back in," I shouted, laughing, as I jumped from the steps. Yep, he may have been older, but he sure could move. He pounced on me, throwing me onto the soft, icy floor, quickly pinning my arms over my head.

"Grandpa?"

I wriggled and he rocked his hips straddling me. Bucking, I tossed him from my body, grabbing a handful of snow and pushing it down the back of his coat. We fought like that for a while, until we were both breathless, cold, wet and numb.

Carlisle's face changed from laughter to worried, as he stood and brushed himself off. "Your lips are going blue Angel, we need to get you indoors."

I didn't want to spoil his fun, but I didn't want him worried about me, so I smirked raising an eyebrow. "Really Grandpa, don't make it out that I need to go indoors, just admit that I tired you out."

Carlisle shook his head and held out his hand to me. "Come on you cheeky fucker, I need my cocoa."

"Tell me about your Uncles?" I asked, as we sat against one another my back to his chest sipping on our hot chocolates.

"Marcus was amazing. He took me in without a thought, he clothed me and treated me like his own son." Carlisle smiled, against my shoulder.

Cpov

I loved sharing my stories of my Uncles and of Alice with Edward; both of us just enjoying the downtime and simply talking —it was amazing, something we hadn't really done until now.

It was still at the back of my mind to whether I should tell him that his Mother had called the day before. However, I was being selfish, I didn't want anything on his mind this weekend other than me —well us. I would approach the subject once we were back home, I just prayed he would forgive me for not telling him straight away. Edward felt heavy against my chest, his hands lay open by his sides as his chest rose and fell to a slow rhythm. He was sound asleep, his head lay to one side exposing his now rosy skin. Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on his cheek, before laying my head back against the sofa cushion. I closed my eyes and listened to the lulling sound of the snow and wind outside, accompanied by the crackling of the fire.

My head was instantly filled with visions of the two of us, standing together on a small dry-stone walled bridge, Alice and Emmett standing beside us. The hush of the moment was halted by a scream —someone was screaming Edward's name— as I turned, a faceless man was holding out his hands to him, to my Edward. He turned and looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

"I'm sorry baby," he whispered

VOODOO

Jasper walked Alice into the darkened room leading her by her leash; the room was lit by large church candles standing on onyx stands in each corner. He sat on one of the mahogany high backed chairs that were in a semicircle around the outside of the room, facing towards a small stage that sat in darkness.

"Sit," he ordered, giving a swift tug on her leash, so she would drop to her knees, onto a small velvet black cushion beside him. Each chair was spaced enough apart, so that the Dom had a choice to where he wanted his pet to sit; Alice had not yet earned the right to sit on his lap during such a scene. A hush fell over the room as Alice and the others watched as a woman completely naked was lead in by her own collar and leash. She had been prepped with a blindfold, wrist and ankle restraints.

The Dom bent down close to his sub and whispered into her ear, Alice watched as the subs nipples begin to tighten and a blush blossom on her chest and breast area, making Alice's own body begin to tingle.

Alice watched in rapt attention as the Dom walked around his sub and checked her out; the sexual electricity in the room was palpable and already Alice could hear the hum of appreciative voices and turned on subs.

The Dom starts to talk...

"How is my favorite whore tonight?"

His voice was velvet and oozed sex and control much like Sir, thought Alice, giving Jasper a side glance, making his smile fade. His lips became a thin line, silently scolding her for taking her attention from the scene.

"You may answer me," he requisitioned.

"I am good, Sir," she responded, in a clear tone.