"Just wear them in the morning when you come down. You don't have to sleep in them."
Jet finally took his pj's before bounding up the stairs with Amy, stating he was going to make his own Christmas tradition. The rest of us stayed up and watched a marathon ofThe Christmas Story. We took turns going up to our rooms to retrieve our presents. I brought all the stockings into my room so I could stuff them, figuring I should bring them down Christmas morning so no one could peek.
In the morning I awoke with my emotions locked in an epic battle. I was excited this was our first Christmas together, but it was marred by the knowledge Kill would be leaving me soon.
“Merry Christmas, Slick,” Kill said, kissing me on the neck and continuing until he was sucking on my nipples.
I moaned and arched into him, lust winning the battle this hour. “Merry Christmas, Killer,” I panted, as his hand ran down my stomach, not stopping until he was stroking my wet core.
“We need to make it quick, because Jet's going to be knocking on the door soon, but I promise I'll make it up to you tonight.”
I incoherently mumbled my agreement. My body hummed with the orgasm ready to rip through me. Just by the hot slide of his fingers plunging in and out of my heated channel, I was ready to come apart. As soon as I agreed, he ripped my panties off and guided himself into me slowly. He didn't stop until he was buried deep inside me. We stared at each other, relishing our connected bodies. He languidly began moving in and out, the edge of release hovering just out of my reach.
“I thought you were going to make this quick,” I said greedily, wanting to fall.
He chuckled. “So demanding,” he replied before slamming into me.
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t scream out loud and wake up the whole house. He rammed into me and I quickly fell off the edge, biting his shoulder as he shuddered inside of me.
Kill kissed my nose, bouncing out of bed. "Get up, sexy girl. Let's start our first Christmas together."
I threw on my new footie-jammies. Kill pulled on his new flannel pants and a black t-shirt before we brushed our teeth and went downstairs.
As I placed cinnamon rolls in the oven, I asked Kill, "What are you doing?"
"I'm making coffee, Slick," he answered, not turning from the machine.
"Kill, you know they hate it when you make the coffee. They’re going to complain," I told him walking over and trying to take over.
"They secretly love my coffee," he said, pushing me out of the kitchen.
Within minutes, everyone else came downstairs, ready to start our Christmas. My dad called while I was getting the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. Kill answered my phone, telling my dad and Martha Merry Christmas before handing it to me and taking over breakfast preparations.
Jet and Amy were annoyingly energetic about opening presents. They almost keeled over when I told them we’d do stockings first. When they noticed I’d wrapped little gifts inside of the stockings, they seemed to be placated. I sat on Kill’s lap as we went through our own.
"You're taking too long," Jet whined as I purposely took my time.
"Fine, open your presents," I said, finally ending their torture. They both crawled to the tree as I handed out gifts. I did make sure Jet and Amy got theirs last.
I got the boys new video games, so they could take them on the bus, not wanting to think about what they might be doing with their downtime.
D ran upstairs to get his laptop so he could install the software I got him to help him manage the band, while the rest of us kept unwrapping our stuff.
Kill got me a necklace with a silver guitar pick, a microphone, a book, and a diamond heart charm hanging from it. I leapt into his arms and kissed him, wanting to express how much I loved his gifts.
I pretended Kill's present was too heavy to pick up, and made him come over to unwrap it. He looked confused at the big box I’d wrapped it in. When he pulled out his new acoustic guitar with Killer inscribed across it, his eyes misted over slightly. Nervousness fluttered through me as I grew afraid that he didn't like it. Kill's eyes finally lifted and collided with mine. "Is it okay?" I asked.
Kill pulled me toward him, kissing me with unbridled passion. When he pulled away, we were both breathing heavy.
"I will take that as a yes."
His dimples dented his cheeks as he smiled at me. "I love it almost as much as I love you," he whispered before kissing me again.
We all sat in the living room withChristmas Vacationplaying in the background, enjoying all our new things. I moved to the kitchen to start the food after a couple of hours had passed. Everyone filtered in to help me, so that everything was ready much faster than I’d anticipated.
Trent called to wish me Merry Christmas, wanting to know if we could meet up for coffee soon. I cringed as I told him it would be better if we did it after New Year’s Day. The little time I had left with Kill made me heartsick, and I didn't want to miss a moment.
To pacify him, I told him he could always come to Ray’s, and I would buy him dinner, or he could come over and hang out at the house. I'm sure he knew my reason for wanting to push our coffee back until January, as his replies became clipped by the end of our conversation. I couldn't bring myself to feel bad. My last days with Kill were just too important.
