Just a thought I had while I was watching a random movie. There will only be two chapters. It's short but sweet. I just wanted to get them into a confined space and do the nasty. LOL I may add a few more stories about Edward and Bella in confined spaces. Let know what you think.

Bella and Edward get trapped inside their car during a freak snow storm. There is only so much they can do before tensions rise. Truth or dare only goes so far.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, just the plot line. Stephanie Meyer owns Edward and me. :P

Not suitable for people under 18 or clowns. Please don't read if sex bothers you.

Raging Storm

BPOV

We trudged through the snow to the Jeep, snow falling over the tops of my leather boots. I winced when I took another step, feeling the cold snow wet my sock, and come into contact with my warm flesh.

A bitter wind blew, and I felt my teeth start to chatter. It was fucking freezing outside. But what did I expect from living in the middle of North Dakota? Tropics and palm trees? More like penguins and furious snow storms.

Edward wrapped his arms around me, and ushered me to the passenger side door. Being careful to lead me away from the patch of ice that was on the almost covered sidewalk.

He opened the door and pushed me inside, and then ran to the other side, hauling open his own door. Jumping into his seat, and then slamming his door shut. Shutting out the cold and snow outside.

His green, humor filled eyes met my own brown, and then he gave me a panty dropping grin. My knees felt weak, and I was glad that I was sitting down. I would have been on my ass otherwise.

"It's colder than a witches brass bra in church." His voice sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me feeling too warm inside of my blue parka. I tried to shrug the feeling off.

"You would know." I snorted, and ruffled his hair with my gloved hand. Wishing I could run my fingers through it. To feel the softness. To have my fingers slide through it slowly, and then tighten my grip, pulling lightly. To see his face contort into pure bliss. His mouth hanging open, and his eyes closed, reveling in the pleasure we were causing together.

I shook my head, and frowned. Now was not the time to think about taking Edward. Especially since he was the one driving us through this crazy ass weather. The snow was piling up by the hour.

You can't molest a man when he's driving through a snow storm. Everyone knew that. It was written in a book somewhere.

I sighed, and watched him turn the key in the ignition. His hand shifting the jeep into drive. I watched as the muscles danced on the backside of his hand, and I felt myself gulp. My throat feeling constricted and dry.

What would it feel like to have them touch me?

"To have what touch you?" His voice broke into my thoughts, and I cursed my diarrhea of the mouth disease.

"The heater. The air from the heater" I quipped, chewing on my bottom lip nervously. Looking up from his hand to his face. He was still grinning at me, his soft lips, pulled back over his perfect white teeth. Green eyes twinkling.

I sighed, and smiled back at him. Not even caring how much I looked like a love sick puppy.

He started to make his way cautiously down the back road in our Jeep, careful to not exceed 20 MPH. The snow was coming down in white sheets. Absolutely beautiful. But fucking freezing cold.

I peered out the side window, and started to think about what had happened tonight. Edward had come home with me for the holidays, during our winter break. We decided we would spend a week at my parent's, and then a week at his parent's. Dutifully meeting and greeting all the 'rents during the holiday season.

Tonight, we had been at my parents house, eating Christmas dinner with my aunts, uncles and few cousins. It had been loud and everyone had been so damn cheerful. I spent the whole meal telling myself to not jump across the table, and take Edward in front of everyone. He had looked so damn eatable.

His bronze hair was in its usual messy style, but it looked as if he had tried to tame it some what with some gel. Green eyes, which had caught me staring more than once, were always laughing. Always the color of molten emeralds, Soft and glowing from the candlelight. Edward's pouty, red lips were always smiling. It had actually looked like he was having a good time.

I smiled into my gloved hand, and thought of what had happened next.

After dinner he had pulled me aside, and stood us in the library doorway. He didn't tell me why at first, but I knew there was always a reason behind Edward's madness.

He pointed a finger up to the ceiling, signaling for me to look up. I had tilted my head back, and made an audible gasp. There had been mistletoe directly above us. I snapped my eyes back his own, and noticed how they had darkened, until they looked almost black. He had looked like he was ready to pounce on me. He leaned in slowly, and I knew what was coming. He was going to kiss me. Kiss me underneath the damned plastic mistletoe.

I had felt my pulse race in my chest, and in the hollow of my neck. Blood rushed to my head, and I nearly fell over. Oh my God. Edward Cullen was going to kiss me.

I opened my lips slightly, and started to lean towards him. My eyes closed partially. I had wanted to feel his lips on mine. Wanted to feel his body next to mine.

"Bella!"

I had jumped, and cursed underneath my breath. Leave it to Emmett to ruin the moment. Stupid big brothers.

Edward grinned at me, but I had seen the disappointment in his eyes. It was not hard to see.

I stood there gazing at him, my lungs filling up with each agonizing breathe. I had almost been kissed by Edward. I silently hoped he would try that again. I smiled, and then started to laugh nervously. My cheeks started to warm, and I knew I was blushing. Holy crap!

Edward's green eyes regarded me for a split second, before he started to chuckle along with me. The sexual tension was still there, but no longer dominating the situation.

I shook my head, trying to rid it of the memory. I looked out the front of the Jeep, and saw it was snowing harder. How Edward was able to see anything, was a mystery.

I glanced over at him, and noticed his hands were gripping the wheel rather roughly. His knuckled were white, and I could tell he was nervous. Why was he still driving if he was nervous?

The snow was brutal, the headlights hit it, and reminded me of warp speed from the Star Wars trilogy. Call me a geek, but I love me some Star Wars.

"Maybe you should pull over Edward. We aren't getting anywhere in this weather."

He nodded in my direction, and pulled over to the side. His hands never releasing the wheel, until we came to a complete stop. He shifted the gear into park, and lifted his foot up off the pedal. He let out a long gush of wind, and then looked at me with a wide grin on his face.

"What do you want to do now?"

"I don't know." I yawned, and stretched out my short legs. My body shivering from the cold. "Not die from hypothermia."

Edward's eyes looked at me with concern and sympathy. He turned, and ruffled through the things in the backseat, before coming out with a fluffy, red, velvet blanket. He handed it to me, and I thanked him reverently. I laid it across my lap, and cuddled into it.

My eyes looked at Edward, and I felt a pang of guilt. He was only in his parka, and boots, with no gloves, no hat.

"I feel bad. Here, take some of this. It's huge anyways. We can share."

Edward grinned at me, and excepted the other end of the red blanket. Throwing part of it over his lap, and the other part over his legs. He leaned back, and tried to grab something else from the backseat. In his hand was the thermos, filled with coffee my mom had packed for us. Knowing we had a good fifteen miles before we reached the airport, my mom had packed us a little care package. She knew what the airports were like around the holidays. Late flights. Over scheduling people. People spending hours in the airport lobbies. I thanked her mentally, and took the thermos from Edward, careful to not burn myself. I took a swig, and handed it back to him.

We were heading to Chicago to go spend New Year's Eve with Edward's parents, but it looked like we were going to be a little late. We would probably not miss our flight, it would delayed because of this flipping snow storm.

I let out a growl, and mentally flipped off the snow. Of course coming here during winter had been my idea. We could have been in Chicago now, sipping champagne with his parents by an open fire.

It looked like I was just going to have to make the most of our time in the Jeep. I glanced at Edward through my dark eyelashes, and felt the heat hit me in the middle. Stuck in a car with Edward, while a snow storm raged outside? It was like a damn dream.

I bit my bottom lip, and looked down towards my booted feet. I still wanted to kiss him. We had been so close earlier tonight, but were rudely interrupted. What if I just jumped across the gear shift and landed one on him? No, that wasn't my style. I was too damn shy.

What if I some how tricked him into kissing me? Yes! I could some how make him kiss me without seeming like a complete and desperate nut. Being in a car did put a hamper on a few games I had in mind. Seven minutes in heaven wouldn't have worked very well, there was only two of us. Unless someone wanted to make out with their hand or something.

Truth or dare! That's it. All I needed to do was get him to do a dare.

"Let's play truth or dare."

"Play what?"

My eyes bulged out of their sockets, and I felt adrenaline run through my body. "You can't tell me you haven't played truth or dare."

"No, I have. But I was thirteen when I last played it. I may be a little rusty."

I grinned over at him. I knew what I could do to get him to play. It worked on every boy. Every man. They were all the same when their man pride was put into jeopardy. "You aren't chicken are you Cullen?"

I watched as a flash of anger flicked in his eyes, and then it was gone, hidden away behind the mirth that was now glistening in his eyes.

"Nobody calls me chicken, Swan. I'll play your little game, but I get to go first."

I snuggled into my parka, and grinned to myself. Good job Swan. "It only seems fair."

"Okay, truth or dare?"

"Truth, please." I wasn't going to go all gung ho first round.

Edward's forehead wrinkled, while he tried to think of a question to ask me. I nearly leapt across the empty space, and kissed his forehead. Kissed him until the lines disappeared with the touch of my lips.

He grinned, and looked at me again. He was truly breathtaking. "Who was your first kiss?"

I laughed. That was as risky as we were going to get? I don't think so Cullen.

"Mike Newton. And you can do so much better." I wiggled my toes in my boots, and pulled the blanket closer to me. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare. And make it a good one." His voice challenging me.

"Okay." I bit my bottom lip, and looked at the heater vent, deep in thought. So many things to have him do. To lick me. To kiss me. To fuck me. Oops. A little extreme for a first dare.

He laughed, and I knew he had heard me, but how much, I wasn't sure. Right then I didn't really care. I just wanted him. I just wanted to be near him. I had to have him.

"I dare you to kiss me." My throat felt dry and hurt from using it. My voice didn't even sound like me. It was too husky. Too low.

I watched as his grin faded, and was traded in for hunger. Holy shit.