The more the merrier
I was getting ready to spend the single most important holiday of the year alone. Completely and utterly alone.
That meant he wouldn’t be there Christmas Eve. No making Christmas cookies, or listening to my dad sing off-key while my mom bustled around wrapping last-minute gifts. No decorating the tree. No midnight Christmas kiss.
No waking up in Grey’s arms. We were actually going to spend our very first Christmas in different states.
That was until Grey gave me the most unexpected gift of my life.
By the time we finally said goodnight to my parents and Grey locked the guesthouse door, it was well after midnight. His arms wrapped around me and he kissed me lightly on the forehead.
“You know what I want to do we haven’t done yet?” he asked.
After last night, I was dying to know what other things we could try. “What’s that, cowboy?” I tipped toward him.
“We haven’t watched any Christmas movies.” His smile was wide.
“Christmas movies? You want to watch a movie, now?”
“Sure. I’m starting to get into this Christmas thing. Which is your favorite?” He hooked his coat on the back of the door followed by his scarf.
“That’s a tough one. All-time favorite Christmas movie?” I thought through the usual catalog. “Have you seen Christmas Vacation?”
Grey had already turned on the TV and was repositioning the pillows on the couch.
“Yeah, in high school, but let’s watch it.” He picked up the remote and started flipping through the iTunes movies.
“Be right back.” I left him searching for the movie and walked into the bedroom.
If Grey wanted to watch a Christmas movie, I had no problem with it, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. I pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and shuffled through what little lingerie I had. I lifted a sheer black lace bra and matching thong from the pile. It wasn’t much, but that was the point.
I shed my sweater and ignored the chill bumps on my arms and legs. I strutted into the living room in my Christmas best.
“Find the movie?” I asked and slid into the open spot on the couch.
“Damn.” Grey chuckled. “I did, but you aren’t in the mood for a movie, are you?”
“I’m in the mood for whatever you are.” My hand wrapped to the inside of his thigh. “If it’s Clark Griswold, then let’s watch it.” I stared straight ahead at the television, waiting for him to hit play, but hoping he’d accept my challenge and take me on the couch like he usually did at home.
Grey inhaled, and raked his teeth across his bottom lip. I could see the inner debate brewing.
“You don’t think I can watch this entire movie with you dressed like that, do you?” he taunted.
“I’m just more comfortable this way, that’s all. Think of these as my pajamas.” I let my palm trail over my breast and across my bare stomach. I was crossing boundaries I hadn’t tried. “Let’s watch it.” I ran my tongue along the outer edge of his ear.
Without reacting to a single advance, Grey pressed the play button and the movie started. Not what I was expecting. I sank back into the couch, realizing my seduction was going to have to wait until Cousin Eddie saved the day.
T.A. Foster met, fell in love with, and married her own Marine fighter pilot. Through deployments, trainings, and sometimes living oceans apart, their own love story continues every day.
She grew up catching rays and waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her husband, two children, and two canine kiddos.
T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip.
