Rating: NC-17
Summary: Christmas. Smut. Need I say more?
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Notes: Not betaed. This is the complete collection...they were originally posted as several posts on LJ.
{Day 12} You Ruined My Cookies
“Smells good in here, Love,” he murmured, coming up behind her as she leaned over the sugar cookies. He grinned as her tongue peeked out in concentration as she painted a face on the snowman.
“Don’t touch!” she said as he reached for a cookie.
“Why not? You’ve made 50 dozen,” he scowled.
“They’re Christmas presents, Rob. You can’t eat them or else we won’t have anything to give to people.”
He laughed. “You realize we could actually buy gifts for everyone, right?” He bent over to nuzzle her neck. “That would free up a lot of your time,” he murmured.
“And what exactly would I do with all that free time?” she asked, smirking at him over her shoulder.
“Me,” he said cheekily.
She turned in his arms, holding up a spatula covered with icing. “How about I let you lick the bowl?”
“How about I lick you?” he countered, taking the spatula from her and swiping it across her cheek.
She moaned as his tongue swept across her cheek and down to her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point. “Fuck,” she murmured.
“Only if you say please,” he teased, nipping at her breast through the thin tank top she was wearing.
“Please,” she whined.
Smirking, he pulled her tank top up and over her head, tossing it to the floor behind them. He grabbed the spatula and wiped the rest of the icing on her breasts. “So sweet,” he murmured, darting his tongue out over one nipple, and then moving to give the other one the same attention.
“Shit,” she whispered, her hands gripping his hair.
He pushed her sleep shorts and panties down, urging her to step out of them. She repaid the favor, undoing his jeans and pushing them down before reaching her hand into his boxers to grab his length.
“Fuckkkkk!” he hissed out, bracing himself against the counter.
She smiled coyly before reaching around behind her to grab a tube of icing. He watched through hooded eyes as she got on her knees, pushing his boxers to his ankles. A moment later, the cool smoothness of the icing was being squeezed onto his erection and she smirked as she watched his cock twitch.
He moaned loudly as her tongue began to slowly lap at the sugary treat, swirling it around lightly before finally engulfing his cock entirely.
His knuckles turned white as they gripped the counter behind her in and effort not to thrust into her mouth. When she reached down and cupped his balls he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, roughly grabbing her hips and lifting her up onto the counter, not caring that he had just ruined her freshly decorated snowman cookies by placing her on top of them.
He grabbed one of the cookies beside her and she gasped as he placed the icing side to her pussy, smearing it all over.
Before she could protest, he was bent in front of her with his face buried between her thighs, sucking her icing and crumb-covered clit into his mouth.
“Jesus, Jesus Jesus, fuck, God!” she cried out unintelligibly as his fingers pushed inside of her. “Rob, please,” she rasped. “Fuck me…I need you to fuck me!”
He stood back up, his face sticky and covered in gooey green icing, mixed with her juices. She groaned as he licked his lips before lining his cock up with her pussy.
She sighed in relief as he pushed into her, clutching his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist tightly. He pulled back before slamming into her again.
She felt the cookies beneath her crumbling and sticking to her sweat-slicked skin but she didn’t care. Instead, she moved her hips in time with his thrusts, working to bring them both closer to that mutual goal.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he grunted, “you feel so fucking good.”
She grunted back at him, gripping him harder with her legs as she felt herself tightening around him.
“Rob,” she whimpered, so close to the edge that she could barely stand it.
His thumb moved between them and circled her clit softly, shooting electric waves through her body and causing her belly to tighten as her release finally came. She screamed out his name, clinging to him as he forced a few final sloppy thrusts before pulsing into her.
She leaned her forehead on his shoulder, and his hands drew soft circles over her back as they waited for their breathing to return to normal.
“We ruined the cookies,” she finally said.
“We’ll buy them all a t-shirt,” he said, grinning as he kissed her.
She giggled. “Carry me to the shower so I don’t get crumbs all over the floor.”
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.
{Day 11} Stuff My Stocking
Rob smirked as Kristen reached into her stocking.
She raised her eyebrows as she pulled the first item out.
“Thongs?”
“They have little Christmas trees on them!”
She sighed, reaching back in and laughed when she pulled out a bottle of flavored lube.
“I’m kind of scared to see what else is in here,” she said.
He grinned. “I’m pretty excited about it,” he murmured, pulling her into his lap to show her the evidence.
She kissed him quickly before pulling the last thing out of the stocking.
“Nipple clamps, Rob?!”
{Day 10} Mistletoe Mania
She gasped as he led her to their bedroom. Candlelight flickered softly from the dresser, creating dancing shadows on the wall. Her eyes followed the shadows to the ceiling above the bed and she giggled.
“How did you manage this?” she asked, gazing up at all the mistletoe he had hung there.
“It’s a Christmas miracle,” he teased, pushing her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed.
“So do I have to kiss you once for every piece of mistletoe you hung?”
“Nope,” he said, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head. “I’ll be doing the kissing.”
He bent forward and latched his mouth onto one of her bare breasts. Her head fell back as she moaned. “I think we should keep the mistletoe up all year round,” she gasped.
He grinned as he trailed kisses down her body, his hands pushing her shorts and panties out of the way. “I think I like that idea,” he murmured before closing his lips over her clit.
{Day 9} Baby It’s Cold Outside
“You must be feeling guilty,” she murmured, snuggling up to him.
“Guilty about what?” he asked, tucking the blanket up around her chin.
“About going away so soon after the holidays.”
He frowned. “Well, I’m certainly not eager to leave you, but guilt isn’t the proper word. I just think you deserve a special Christmas after everything you’ve been through this year.”
She smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. “I feel like you deserve a proper thank you for being so romantic,” she whispered, her voice husky.
“What do you — oh shit!” he exclaimed as her hand undid his zipper and found its way into his boxers.
She grinned mischievously as her fingers wrapped around his cock. “Thank you for the carriage ride,” she said.
{Day 8} Lick My Candy Cane
Rob squirmed in his seat as he watched Kristen’s lips close around the luckiest piece of candy in the world.
Her pink tongue flicked out to lick the red and white striped stick and he could swear he saw her eyes glance at his crotch.
“Rob, honey, this one is for you,” Jules said, interrupting his dirty thoughts.
“Err…thanks,” he mumbled, taking the wrapped package from her. He tore into the paper and pulled the lid from the box to reveal a t-shirt emblazoned with one of his favorite bands.
“Oh!” Kristen exclaimed, moving to sit beside him. “I so want to borrow that sometime!” When she saw that her mother had turned her attention elsewhere, she leaned closer to Rob and smirked. “Can you imagine me wearing that shirt while licking a candy cane?”
“Fuck my life, you’re evil,” he muttered.
{Day 7} A Visit to Japan Does the Body Good
“Just so you know, I bought this stuff for you in Japan,” she said, handing him a gift bag.
He raised his eyebrows. “You already gave me a souvenir from there,” he said.
She grinned. “I know, but these are…special.”
His face was priceless as he reached into the bag and pulled out the suede whip. He sputtered and carried on while she laughed.
“There’s more,” she said, nodding to the bag.
He carefully reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of silk cuffs. He turned to her, smirking. “So you weren’t kidding in that interview?”
She laughed. “Nope.”
He pulled her into his lap, lightly swatting her with the whip. “It’s going to be a very Merry Christmas tonight,” he murmured.
{Day6} Want Some Rum With That Eggnog?
Kristen giggled as she stumbled forward and almost fell onto Rob’s lap.
“Whoa there,” he said, catching her before she spilled her eggnog.
“Nice catch babe,” she said, snuggling up to him.
He took her glass from her and took a sip. “Geez, Kris, did you actually put any eggnog in that?” he laughed.
“Just a little,” she said, moving to straddle his lap. “Besides, you like it when I drink rum because it makes me horrrrnnnnyyy!” she sing-songed.
“You’re always horny,” he teased as she undid his zipper.
She snorted indelicately. “Wow, look at the pot calling the kettle drunk.”
He leaned forward to kiss her. “Can’t help it,” he murmured as his hands moved under her sweater to palm her breasts.
{Day 5} Missing You
Kristen snuggled underneath the covers as she dialed up Rob on Skype.
“Hey love,” he said and she grinned when she saw his tired but smiling face on her screen.
“Hi baby,” she said.
“You in bed already?” he asked, his neck craning as if that would help him get a better view.
She laughed. “Yeah, I figured I’d crash after I spoke with you so I’m rested for my flight tomorrow.”
“I can’t wait to see you,” he murmured.
“Me neither,” she said softly.
“You miss me?”
“Of course I do.”
“You wearing anything under those blankets?”
She grinned, sliding the comforter down a little to reveal her bare shoulders and the tops of her breasts and he groaned. “Does that answer your question, you horny boy?” she teased.
“Partly,” he said, grinning.
She groaned as she watched him stand up and slide down his shorts and boxer briefs. She hummed, licking her lips hungrily, pushing the blanket off and trailing her hand down her naked body.
{Day 4} You Might Not Want to Watch This on the Plane
Out of habit, she opened her email from her phone and laughed when she saw one from Rob. She clicked on it curiously, aware that Suzie was looking over her shoulder.
Made a little video for you, Love. But I wouldn’t watch it on the plane. Love you.
Suzie gave her a questioning look and Kristen burst into laughter before explaining to her friend that it was a private joke regarding a commercial.
Suzie grinned. “So maybe you should repay the favor,” she said.
“What do you mean?” Kristen asked, confused.
Suzie waggled her eyebrows. “I’m saying you take your phone with you to the bathroom and make a little video of your own.”
“Oh,” Kristen said. And then when the words sank in she exclaimed “OH!”
Suzie giggled as Kristen proclaimed her a genius.
{Day 3} But You’re Not On A Plane, Are You?
His phone beeped, alerting him to an email. He opened it and saw that it was from Kristen. Glancing at the time, he saw that she should still be in-flight. Knowing his girl, he got up and made his way to the privacy of his room.
When he opened the email, he was glad he didn’t have the audience of his parents.
Kristen had made a short video of herself in the cramped little bathroom of the airplane.
He watched the small screen of his phone as her fingers circled and pinched her perky nipples before sliding down over her stomach and down to her pussy. Her thumb rubbed at her clit as she slid a finger inside herself.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered.
Suddenly the camera shifted and focused on her face. She had a Cheshire grin on her face as she whispered, “Good thing you’re not on a plane, huh?” Then she cheekily jerked her chin. “You’d better go take care of your problem, big boy!”
{Day 2} Lucky
She’d been at his parents’ house for less than an hour when Rob told her to get dressed.
“Where are we going?” she asked, digging through her suitcase for some clean clothes.
“Anywhere but here,” he said, pulling her into his chest.
Once they were in the car and driving down the street, Kristen glanced over at him. “Rob?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think it’s weird how much we miss each other when we were only away from each other for a few days?”
He glanced at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
She sighed, trying to figure out how to explain it. “I just mean…is it wrong how…intense…our feelings for one another are?”
He frowned before pulling the car off the road into a deserted parking lot. “I understand what you’re saying, but, Kris…most people aren’t lucky enough to find someone who makes them feel this way…this all-consuming love.” He pulled her over the console so that she was halfway in his lap. “I’m so bloody lucky to have found someone that I want to spend every second of the rest of my life with,” he whispered.
She smiled shyly. “Ditto,” she whispered, pulling back slightly to move the gold band from her middle finger and sliding it onto her ring finger, where she wanted to wear it for the rest of her life.
{Day 1} I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause
“Good night little man,” Rob said, kissing their four year old son.
“Night Daddy. Don’t eat all the cookies I left out…they’re for Santa!”
Rob chuckled, moving out of the way so that Kristen could tuck Simon in. “I’ll make sure the cookies are safe for Santa,” she whispered. “Night, baby. Love you.”
“G’night Momma.”
She tucked the blanket up under her son’s chin and kissed his cheek before following Rob out of the room.
“I want a cookie,” Rob said, when they got downstairs.
She gave him a quick kiss. “Tell you what, Santa. You go ahead and get started on assembling that bike and I’ll go get us some cookies and eggnog.”
“Make sure you put the good bourbon in it.”
“You got it, babe!”
.:||:.
Forty-five minutes and more bourbon than eggnog later, Rob let out a frustrated growl and leaned back against the wall. “He doesn’t really need a bike, right?” he asked, casting an irritated glance at the pile of metal and bolts.
Kristen giggled. “I told you to let my dad help you!”
He narrowed his eyes at her, knowing from the playful glint in her eyes that she was teasing.
“I told you I wanted to do it by myself,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his lap.
“Drinking so much probably hasn’t helped,” she said as she watched him down the remainder of his spiked eggnog.
He snorted. “Says the one who took ten minutes to figure out how the scotch tape works,” he said, laughing.
She smacked him but let out another drunken giggle. “We make a good pair, huh?”
He nodded. “Simon doesn’t stand a chance with parents like us, does he?”
She leaned forward and nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. “I think he’ll be fine…with lots of therapy.”
He snorted and she laughed, kissing him.
“Mmm,” he mumbled, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt and lifting it so he could place his hands on her bare sides. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered back, mirroring his actions with her hands.
He lifted his arms so that she could remove his shirt and then she returned the favor, moaning softly as his lips captured her bra-covered nipple.
“I want you,” he whispered, unhooking her bra and sliding it down over her arms.
She murmured an agreement, moving her hips to help him slip her pajama pants off, along with her panties.
“So good,” she mumbled as his thumb circled her clit. He moved over the sensitive nub of flesh softly at first and then applying more pressure, making her hips jerk and curse words tumble from her mouth.
Keeping his thumb firmly in place, he slid a finger into her slick pussy. “Fuck,” he muttered, already imagining that it was his cock.
She moved her hips in time with his thrusting fingers and leaned into his shoulder to muffle her sounds when he curled his finger up and hit that perfect spot within her.
His mouth covered hers as she rode out her orgasm. She pulled away to catch her breath, her hands swiftly pushing his pants and boxers down.
They kissed sloppily as he struggled to kick his clothing off as she wrapped her fingers around the soft flesh of his erection.
“No, no, I won’t last,” he muttered as she started to pump his length. Before she could respond, he roughly gripped her hips and pulled her down, sheathing himself in her warmth.
“Jesus,” she murmured, lifting her hands to his shoulders to balance herself as she moved her hips.
“Love you so much,” he whispered, showering her face with kisses.
She smiled at his tenderness. “I love you too,” she whispered back.
Before long, Rob was thrusting his hips up to meet her hips, slamming into her and bringing her to the brink again. “Close,” he grunted.
She grunted back in agreement, her fingernails leaving crescent marks in the skin of his shoulders as she worked feverishly to go over the edge.
When it happened, she opened her mouth in a silent scream, throwing her head back. He pulled her close to him, nuzzling her neck as he released inside her.
“Damn,” he said, when they finally came down from their orgasms.
She chuckled in agreement. “Definitely.”
He brushed her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ears. “I want to give you your Christmas present now.”
Her face lit up in excitement. “Please!” she squealed, causing him to laugh.
She moved from his lap and they quickly threw their clothes back on. She even grabbed a Santa hat and placed it over his sex hair.
“Merry Christmas, Love,” he said, handing her an envelope.
She raised her eyebrows before opening it, gasping as she pulled out two airplane tickets to Bora Bora. “Holy crap, are you serious?” she demanded.
He grinned. “I thought you might enjoy a romantic getaway. My Mum and Dad said they’d stay with Simon.” Tears welled in her eyes and his face went pale. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
She shook her head, indicating that she was okay. “Sorry, hormones,” she said, grinning slyly. “Well, let me give you your gift as well, then,” she said, reaching for a neatly wrapped box.
He smiled, ripping the paper off and opening the box. Digging through the tissue paper, he pulled out a framed picture of Simon.
Simon, who was holding a pair of baby shoes.
His head jerked up to look at his wife questioningly.
She nodded. “I’m seven weeks.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Best Christmas gift ever,” he whispered, smothering her in kisses.
Her giggles were interrupted by a little voice behind them. “Momma? Are you kissing Santa?”
-FIN
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