AUTHOR'S NOTE - I'm on a roll, yes? This is such a delicious Christmas cliché that I cannot but love it. And it was inspired by an article I read, the content of which you will figure out as you read. :)
This is a Christmas present for MissJayne, who send me a lovely little drabble along with my card. I hope you like it!
ENJOY!
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house
Not a creature was stirring..."
...except for Jenny and Gibbs.
The dim light of the Christmas tree lights and a slow crackling fire were casting a glow on the dark townhouse living room, occupied by two people who lay on the couch in silence.
"What are you looking at?" – The woman asked, following the man's eyes, his look lost somewhere in the distance.
He turned to her and hugged her closer, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Nothing," – he murmured. "Just enjoying the feeling."
"What feeling?" – The woman asked, her voice taking a slightly teasing tone.
"Of you, in my arms. Feels nice."
"You've had me in your arms almost every night for the past seven months."
"True," – he said, effectively ending the conversation.
The woman sighed, extracting herself from the man's arms.
"Where to?" – He asked, enjoying the sight of her bare back.
"Bathroom. Care to join me?"
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"Why did we have to move, again?" – The man asked, shifting on the bed until he was facing his companion.
"I needed a shower."
"Pointless. Gonna get you dirty again, anyway," – he smirked.
His hands ran slowly down her body, unbuttoning each button with purpose, caressing the skin it revealed.
The woman moaned appreciatively, moving her back until it was pressing into her partner's front, pushing her lover back harder into his groin.
"Jen," – he groaned breathlessly, grabbing her hip and stopping it in its place.
"Yes?" – She asked innocently.
His only reply was his mouth on her neck, biting, then soothing with his tongue. His hands successfully removed her – his – shirt, leaving her completely naked.
"That's more like it," – he said as his hand moved between her legs, which immediately widened.
"Not fair."
"Yeah? I'd say it's pretty fair."
His finger slipped effortlessly into her and she gripped his arm just above his hand.
"God, Jethro, haven't you had enough?"
"Never," – he breathed out, moving his other hand to her nipples. "Besides, didn't you read there was nothing like Christmas Eve sex?"
Well, two can play this game, she thought, slipping her hand between them and grabbing him in a firm hold, just shy of too tight.
He grunted, surprised, and added one more finger, as if daring her to top him.
She accepted the challenge with a smirk, moving her hand in an excruciatingly slow pace over him.
"Jenny," – he warned just before he jerked her hand away, spreading her legs wider and moving into her in one long, slow thrust.
Their mutual moans mingled with the sound of a clock striking midnight somewhere in the distance.
"Merry Christmas, Jethro," – the woman said breathlessly, gripping the man's neck as her mouth tried to find his.
"Merry Christmas, Jen," – he replied, moving slightly more erratically while kissing her senselessly.
- THE END -
Happy Christmas Eve. Or Christmas Day, if you live far, far on the East. xx