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The preceding information must also appear with any copies of this story that are distributed. -------------------------------------------------------- All I Want For Xmas by TCM (tcm_mct@hotmail.com) *** She clung tightly to her lover, letting the elation take her higher, riding the waves as she breathed deeply to keep pace with her body's growing need. Immortal for the moment, her orgasm didn't start its decline for a wonderfully spacious time. As the intensity at last decreased, she slowed her motions in pace with the weakening sensations, until at last she was still. (FF, d/s, rom) *** The house was filled with the quiet darkness of night, with only a few lit candles providing illumination. The candlelight flickered over the walls as Bree sat next to the staircase, watching the ever changing shadows below her with a child's delight. Her eyes however, while fascinated with the reflections, were continually drawn back to the figure that now moved beside the Christmas tree -- the red clad intruder which had also been the source of the noise that had awakened her earlier that evening. Moving with an easy grace, the woman (the body's shape was unmistakable) finished her task and stood, making her way to the door. Bree's gaze followed her intently as she made her way across the room, stopping suddenly at the entrance to their home. Just before she reached for the door handle, she turned her head back and looked straight at Bree. Smiling eyes froze Bree in her hiding spot, and she found herself staring at an extremely beautiful face that laughed pleasantly back at her. Sadly, the vision ended as quickly as it had begun as the woman spun around again and left their house, closing the door behind her without a sound. With the unquestioning acceptance of one so young, Bree's apprehension faded away as quickly as a snowflake on a warm day. Suddenly tired, she yawned quietly and made her way back to her bed, where she was soon sleeping happily once more. *** Many years later, and now old enough to strike out on her own, Bree finally left home. Moving into her own place, she adapted relatively quickly to life by herself and the changes that it brought. But as her first Christmas alone approached, she found herself drawn back to the memory of that strange night when she was a child. Try as she might, she couldn't recall how old she had been when it had happened, and indeed, as time had separated her from it, she had begun to doubt that it had been anything more than a dream. Even though she had attempted, for years afterward, to catch a glimpse of anything on Christmas Eve. But she had always woken up the next morning disappointed in her quest. By the time she was turning into a teenager she had stopped her vigilance each Christmas. The idea, though, had stayed with her long after she stopped believing in it. Being without any sisters, she had imagined a companion who would be there whenever she needed someone. The strange face from her childhood had been the perfect choice--someone that was her little secret, and whom she could talk to whenever she wanted. This invisible friend hadn't lasted long though--only surviving until she had found close friends of her own in the real world. And as those high school years crept by she had grown slowly into a woman, willing now to confide of herself with very little reservation, and possessing a sense of self that was far beyond her years. Years later, she would always be amazed at the way, for her at least, the word 'confide' had grown slowly into the word 'confidence'. One of the things she had discovered about herself was that she only became sexually aroused by persons of her own gender. It had mattered to her then as something by itself, but with the unasked for acceptance of those around her (and even some interest and fun experimentation), she had begun to see it not as something separate from herself, but as just a part of who she was--the same way her friends, straight or otherwise, unthinkingly accepted their own sexuality. And now, spending her first Christmas by herself in unfamiliar surroundings, she had decided on the spur of the moment to have some fun and pretend once again that she was trying to catch a glimpse of one of these 'elves'. It was admittedly a strange thing to do, but she soon found herself enjoying it immensely. It had made this new, strange place of hers seem more like home, taking her back to a time when nothing more mattered than the simple concerns of a child. Even more bizarre than her behaviour, though, was the discovery that she'd been right--that her supposed dream had been a real memory. For peeking into her living room right now she could see a female figure dressed mostly in red, crouching down beside the tree, with a large bag beside her that she was rummaging through. It was with a sense of somehow being outside of herself that Bree watched the girl's fluid movements. It wasn't the same person that Bree remembered seeing when she was young -- that much was readily apparent. This girl had bright red hair and seemed to be much younger, as evidenced by the smaller body and the seeming uncertainty she projected in doing her job. Studying her, Bree would see her often referring back to her list, rummaging through her bag looking for something, and then coming back up with a lovely little frown on her face. Bree watched her with many similar emotions as from her first encounter, but this time there was another stronger sense that overshadowed the other feelings-- that of desire. The girl's lithe figure, and the way her clothes fit over her body, especially her tight behind, left very little to the imagination. Bree didn't care -- she was envisioning what that pert ass would look like in the flesh anyway. No visions of sugarplums for her on this night. Bree stood up from her hiding spot and carefully walked out into the living room. The girl had her back turned as Bree approached, and Bree was quiet enough that the girl didn't seem to notice her, even as she came up to stand right behind her back. "Hello," Bree said, and watched as the girl's body tensed for a moment, stopping in the middle of reaching into her bag. She stayed in that position for a moment, and then turned around slowly. "Hi," she replied as she faced Bree, seeming a little embarrassed. Her features were almost angelic, Bree thought as she saw her up close for the first time. It was a perfect face, with a cute button nose and the smoothest skin Bree had ever seen. "You look like you're new at this," Bree commented, shaking herself out of simply staring at the lovely vision in front of her. "Yes. Usually you shouldn't see us at all, but I was having trouble finding your gift, and so I sort of..." the girl trailed off as she seemed to realize she'd been babbling a bit. Bree jumped into the silence to save her from further embarrassment. "That's probably because I didn't know what I wanted until now." "Well, Santa did say right here that he was uncertain about what to get you." She pulled out her list and got ready to write the request down on the page. "Go ahead." "I want you." The girl's face turned almost as red as her hair. "I'm not sure if I can... I've... I've got other presents to deliver." She smiled shyly back at Bree's interested stare, though, showing some curiosity toward the proposition. "I know you've got a job to do. But doesn't that job also entail getting me what I want?" Bree suggested playfully. "Yes, but-" She shook her head. "I'm not sure what to do -- I'll have to call back to headquarters." She went to the phone and dialled a long number. After a little wait, she seemed to finally get a hold of someone and began to explain the problem. "...and so I don't know which job takes precedence.... Yes.... Oh...okay." As Bree watched her, she seemed to grow even more nervous as she stayed silent for a while. "Hello," she said in a voice a little too loud, making an unsuccessful attempt to hide her anxiousness. "I'm...yes. But how did you know?" Pause. "Oh... right. You're Santa. Of course." She brought her cute little hand up to her forehead and shook her head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry to bother you with it... yes... Merry Christmas to you too... okay, bye." She turned around and, unable to meet Bree's intense gaze, spoke with her eyes on the floor. "I guess I'm to be your Christmas present -- they're sending-," a knock sounded at the door, "-someone over to finish for me," she trailed off as the door opened. A man dressed in similar clothing to Bree's first visitor peeked around the door. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked as he caught sight of the two of them. "No," Bree responded, "not yet anyway. Come on in." He walked in and got busy gathering up her bag and things. His eyes scanned her list. "Good, there aren't that many left to do," he remarked. He turned and was on his way out when the girl spoke to his retreating back. "Thanks for being so prompt," she said. "You're welcome." He smiled. "Enjoy yourself." His smile grew even broader as he left. Bree closed the door behind him and made sure it was shut tightly against the cool winter air. Finished, she sauntered slowly back over to where the girl stood, enjoying her nervous little mannerisms--the way she had trouble meeting Bree's gaze for more than a second, and the way she wrapped her arms around herself, her fists slowly clenching and unclenching. "So what now?" she asked, breaking the heavy silence. "Well, first, you might want to have some of the milk and cookies that I left out for you." Bree motioned over to the table, and the girl smiled at the offering. "I always love it when people do that for me." She went over and got a glass and picked up a cookie from off the plate. Bree took the plate over toward the fireplace and set it on top of the mantle. "Come over here and warm up while you eat." The girl mumbled a polite 'thanks' and walked over to stand by the heat of the fire. "You must be very hungry and tired after that much work, hmm?" Bree had to force herself to make polite conversation and not follow her instincts, which were telling her right now to jump the girl and start ripping her clothes off. The girl nodded her head, oblivious to Bree's internal struggle, and reached for another cookie. "...and cold too, I'd think," Bree added when she gave no further response. The girl looked down at her clothes. "Yeah," she agreed, taking in the shoes, socks, and bright red silk shorts that left most of her legs bare, and the matching shirt ending in a pair of thin red gloves. The outfit ended off with a tasselled touque that rested atop her head. "It doesn't look too warm, does it?" "No, it's not really appropriate dress for this time of year," Bree concurred. "Yeah, well we don't get cold on this night. A little gift to help us do our jobs better," the girl said, wiping a cookie crumb away from her mouth. "Mm, these are really good. Did you make them?" "Yep, glad you like them." "Delicious," the girl replied as she took another bite and had a drink of milk to go along with it. She turned to look out through the window as a strong gust of wind rattled the walls of the house. "Although I do feel a bit chilled when I hear the winds blow like that. At least we're lucky enough to be able to feel warmth when we come into people's homes. I always like finding houses like this with warm fireplaces to stand beside." She rubbed her legs where they'd been closest to the fire. "Now that's toasty." She smiled and looked at Bree. Bree smiled back for a moment and then reached over with both her hands and took off the girl's touque and ran her hand through her short hair. "I was beginning to wonder if the damn thing was attached to your head--it was placed on too perfectly." Setting her glass back down, the girl looked back at Bree and said, "I guess we should get started with...things." "Now we don't have to get right to it like that," Bree replied. She was just beginning to realize that soon she would be seeing what this girl looked like lying naked on top of her bed sheets. It was an intoxicating feeling. "I could give you a little tour of the place first." It wasn't her preferred choice, but perhaps it might be best if she held herself back and let things build gradually. "Okay." The girl nodded her head. "How about we start with the bedroom?" She gave a quirky little smile, and Bree pretended shock at her suggestion. "Why you lecherous little thing, you," Bree said with comical gravity. "I might just have to teach you some manners young lady." Bree took hold of her wrist and pulled her along behind her as she made her way to her room. Once through the doorway, she drew the girl right up against her, and pressing their bodies close together she lowered her mouth down over the other's lips. Bree let her hand roam over the girl's back, blatantly grabbing her ass a number of times. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and Bree just loved the feel of her physique. It was so slim and straight, and so smooth to run her hand over. The skintight clothes turned her on even more. She slowed down on her kissing, and felt the girl take a little bit more of the lead in their lip movements. Finally, Bree had to pull away and come up for air. Her heart beat loudly as she moved back and let out a whoosh of air. "Can we do that some more?" the girl asked as Bree no longer embraced her. Bree chuckled softly, delighted at her eagerness. "As much as you want," Bree replied. "But there are other things we can do that will feel even better." Bree motioned her over to the bed. "I'm just going to go and get ready. You get in and relax and wait." The girl looked down at what she was wearing and then back up at Bree. "Don't worry," Bree said, anticipating her question, "you won't be needing any pajamas." The girl looked a little apprehensive as Bree left the room, and Bree was glad she'd decided to let the girl first undress without someone there staring at her. Bree wandered into the bathroom, and began removing all her clothes, looking appreciatively at herself in the mirror when she finally stood naked in front of it. She slipped an extra long shirt over her head and enjoyed the comfortable protection it offered as it rested lightly against her skin, making sure to take her time and go slowly so that she wouldn't interrupt the girl upon her return. She walked the hallway back to her room with a wonderful sense of her nakedness beneath the baggy shirt. That and the knowledge that an extremely pretty girl was waiting for her in her bedroom. She paused for a moment to savour the feeling. Bree turned through the doorway and saw her bed. The girl lay covered in it and her clothes were stacked neatly on the chair in the corner. "It's really warm and cozy," the girl said as she wriggled her body beneath the covers. "Mm-hmm." Bree watched the girl's movements under the sheets with interest. She walked forward, and instead of getting in the bed she went up on top of the covers and crawled over to where the girl lay, effectively trapping her beneath the blankets. Straddling her, Bree gently lowered herself down on top of her body, sitting on the girl's ass. The girl looked back up at Bree as her head lay to one side, slightly nervous. Bree reached up and started pulling back the sheets. To her it had all the youthful excitement of opening a Christmas present as she slowly, inch by inch, exposed ever more of the girl's skin. From the girl's back down to the curve of her behind Bree let the blankets glide smoothly over her body, patiently unwrapping the lovely present. After the girl's ass was visible in all its glory, Bree simply threw the rest of the covers off, exposing her long legs as well. Admiring the shape beneath her, Bree pulled her shirt up over her head and let her own body experience the same state of nakedness. Laying down on her side beside the girl, Bree placed her hand on the girl and helped guide her up onto her side as well so that she could finally see in full what her 'present' looked like. Excepting her head, the girl had absolutely no hair on her body. Even the area between her legs was as bare as a young girl's. Her breasts were small but still quite full and round, and she had the most exquisite pair of nipples adorning them, which were already sticking out beautifully. Bree let her gaze wander over the girl's entire body, enjoying the erotic sight it presented. The girl, on the other hand, had eyes for only one part of Bree's body. Or perhaps it would be better to say two parts, since she stared unmoving at Bree's breasts. "They're so big," the girl remarked in awe. Bree was a little taken aback by the statement. She had never considered her breasts to be bigger than average size. They had seemed to her to be nicely in the middle of the various shapes and sizes that she'd seen in her life. Perhaps, though, it was different for this strange girl, who might not have had any other examples except those like herself. It was admittedly a quite flattering compliment, since Bree had always considered that part of herself to be very sexy. But it was still a little unexpected. The girl's hand came out and her fingertips made little indents in the flesh of Bree's breasts as she felt the objects of her admiration. Her eyes finally returned to Bree's face and she asked a little uncertainly, "Can I?" while her hand was already caught in the proverbial cookie jar. Bree smiled, laughing to herself. *This bodes well*, she thought as she placed her hand over top of the girl's, giving unspoken permission as she helped guide the innocent exploration. The girl got her other hand into the action too as she probed Bree's other breast. Starting with light, almost ticklish caresses, the girl was soon grabbing almost roughly as she felt the weight of each breast. "They're wonderful," the girl remarked as she showed no signs of losing interest in her breast play. Bree didn't mind, except that the girl wasn't paying any special attention to her nipples. The full mammary massage was a wonderful feeling, but her nipples jealously wanted all the attention for themselves. Bree reached out and, deciding to take matters into her own hands, captured both pairs of her lover's nipples between her fingers. After a few moments rubbing, Bree discovered that the two of them hadn't been fully erect like she'd initially thought. Instead, the lovely buds grew from their present half-erect state 'til they were both about three quarters of an inch long. This fascinated Bree, and she began an assault on them: pinching, tweaking, and twisting the lengthy protrusions until the girl was smothered in an avalanche of sensation. From the way she was reacting, it seemed that her nipples were even more sensitive than Bree's were. The pleasure was so distracting to the girl that her hands completely stopped their movement and simply clamped down on Bree's breasts, mimicking a baby's need to grasp something. Bree slowed her onslaught, and the girl seemed to finally get the idea as she too started to focus on the other's budding peaks. She was quickly and amply rewarded by deep moans coming from Bree as they both caressed one another; each trying, it seemed, to give the other more pleasure and win the little contest between them. At last Bree, unable to take any more of the need between her legs, stopped what she'd been doing and moved over on top of her lover. The girl seemed to enjoy the view of the breasts and cleavage in front of her, and reached up to cup one as it hung down before her. Bree spread her legs wide and lowered her waist so that it came in contact with the girl below her. The rest of her body followed and her head came down, their lips coming together in a kiss, mirroring the other pair of lips between each of their legs. Squishing her breasts against the girl's chest, Bree began to hump the body underneath her, rubbing her clit against the smooth skin around her lover's beautiful pussy. Her wetness seeped out from between her lips while she finally got the satisfaction she'd been waiting for. Muffling any of the girl's protests with her mouth, Bree focused shamelessly on her own pleasure. Building up to a peak, she would then slow her movements a bit, letting the urgency of her need dissipate before starting to speed up again. This allowed her to let the wonderful sensations throughout her body last for a lot longer. Their lips were tightly clamped together, and their kiss was beginning to get almost rough. Bree's tongue was inside the girl's mouth, attacking every part of it and fighting with the other's tongue. Bree continued the speed up/slow down cycles for a while, teasingly, before finally letting herself slip over the edge. She shuddered and moaned deeply, her skin tingling all over her body, although no area more noticeable than her labia and clit. The pleasure in her groin grew until it was a constant source of bliss as her ass cheeks clenched tightly, grabbing at the air. She clung tightly to her lover, letting the elation take her higher, riding the waves as she breathed deeply to keep pace with her body's growing need. Immortal for the moment, her orgasm didn't start its decline for a wonderfully spacious time. As the intensity at last decreased, she slowed her motions in pace with the weakening sensations, until at last she was still. "Oh my God," Bree whispered. She could feel the sweat and moisture between her body and her lover's, which were still pressed tightly together. Her legs were stuck to the bed sheets, and she peeled the cloth away as she looked straight into the girl's eyes below her. "Hopefully I didn't scrunch you there or anything. Sorry if I was a little too enthusiastic." "Oh no," the girl answered. "I liked the feeling of being trapped under you like that." "Really?" Bree let most of her full weight settle onto her lover's body. Letting out an 'oomph', the girl, laughing, pushed up on Bree and finally wriggled her way out from beneath her. "That doesn't mean you have permission to crush me though," the girl gasped out when she'd escaped, smiling at the little game. Bree rolled the rest of the way off her and onto her back. She looked over at the girl. "Come over here and sit down," Bree said, patting her stomach. The girl walked over on her knees and sat where she'd been told. She reached her hands down to the breasts that stood right in front of her crotch and began to play with them again, this time enjoying their different movements while Bree was lying on her back. Looking up at the girl towering above her, Bree revelled in the feeling she got as she lay submissively beneath her, all the while still experiencing the aftershocks from her incredible orgasm. Bree reached forward with her hands and ran them up the pair of kneeling legs on either side of her. Her fingers met again at the girl's crotch, where she started running her thumb along the cute little labia there. She stayed purposefully away from the clit, that tiny kernel of need, and watched the building excitement in the girl. After a while Bree stopped her ministrations, and motioned the girl to come forward. She only moved up a little bit, however, not seeming to understand what was about to happen. So Bree slid herself down the rest of the way until her face was directly beneath the girl's privates. Putting her hands on the firm ass above her, Bree guided the girl's body down until she was within reaching distance of Bree's tongue. Staring lovingly at the beautiful sight a moment before starting, Bree finally stuck out her tongue and gave a long lick, going right from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. Even before she finished, though, the girl had lifted herself away from Bree's reach, surprised by the sensation. "Oh my," Bree heard the girl say faintly, and then was staring at her face as she moved aside to look down at Bree for a moment. Without another word, though, she had placed herself back in the same position Bree had initially put her in. Bree had found it fun to watch her try to settle back down, for she had tried hard not to disturb Bree at all. Very mechanical and precise, the girl had returned to the spot where Bree had originally wanted her, doing everything possible to make sure that Bree would repeat the action. Smiling to herself, Bree grabbed the girl's ass again and stretched her tongue out, following the same path she had previously taken. Through her hands and the bed beneath her, Bree felt her lover tremble powerfully at the touch, and have to fight hard to keep herself from pulling away again. Bree kept lapping away, but always made sure to stop for a bit, laying kisses all over the sensitive lips, before beginning her assault again to even louder moans. Finally, deciding to bring it all to a climax, Bree opened her mouth wide and captured most of the fleshy area in her mouth, sucking it in. Her tongue snaked out and found the clit, flicking it back and forth as fast as she could. The girl shuddered and gasped, pushing down hard on Bree's jaw and forcing her head back against the mattress. Bree just kept right on working, trying to make the orgasm last as long as she could. Ignoring the pressure, Bree pushed back and made her sore muscles keep moving, giving her lover the contact she needed. When the girl at last raised herself off of Bree, she moved very slowly over to Bree's side, and lay down there. Bree, too, got up and shuffled over top of the girl, lying down on her other side, where the sheets were still nicely dry and cool. Bree ran her fingers through her lover's smooth hair, relaxing as she stared lovingly at the beautiful figure next to her. The girl looked back at Bree, with a huge smile painted on her face. "My legs feel wonderful," she said, speaking in a throaty languid voice. "Is that supposed to happen?" "Yes it is. Although most people don't climax quite as strongly as you seemed to there." "Oh. Did I do something wrong then?" "No," Bree laughed. "There's nothing that could be more right in fact. You are so sexy..." Bree murmured as she moved herself down to stare between the girl's legs. "And you've got such a beautiful little vagina here. I'll have to remember to be careful when I put anything inside it." "Can you do that now then? It sounds like fun." Bree smiled. "Sorry, but not right now." "Why not?" "Well, this is the way I first learned about sex, you see. Just simple touching really. It's the best way to learn I think. And anyway, it'll be a lot more fun if we saved the other...uh, 'kinkier' stuff for other nights-- okay?" "Sure." The girl looked disappointed for a moment, but then, smiling once more, she reached out and pulled Bree's head back down to her crotch. "Only if you make it up to me, though." Bree laughed and twisted her head out of the girl's grip, and went on to capture both of the girl's wrists in her right hand, barely fitting her fingers around them. "I thought I was supposed to be the one in charge here," Bree said as she moved her body up and lowered herself down on top of her lover. "Sorry," the girl replied, looking anything but apologetic as she smiled back up at Bree. Bree felt the girl's body move beneath her as it sensuously rubbed itself up against the weight on top of it. Stretching her neck, Bree kissed the girl's forehead, and then, on a whim, she travelled lower to lick the thin red eyebrows that she had felt rubbing against her chin. It was almost like she was trying to groom them, she thought to herself as she ran her tongue across the cute features. "That tickles," a voice rose from underneath her, and Bree saw the girl's brow furrow as she wriggled to try and avoid the wetness. Bree released her lover's wrists so that she was able to bring her hands up and wipe the moisture away from the area, scratching lightly to get rid of the itch. Turning around again, Bree straddled the girl and moved down further 'til she was just above her waist, putting them in the classic 69 position. Bree, though, kept her hips up in the air and away from the face beneath her -- not expecting the girl to do anything like that for her yet. As soon as she started her oral assault, however, her lover leaned up and began to return the favour, startling Bree. She lowered herself so that the girl could lay back and not have to stretch so far. After only a few licks by the girl, Bree was surprised when she felt herself experiencing a small, restrained climax. Just the thought of the girl's face pressed up against her pussy was enough to send a delightful shiver down Bree's spine. The girl's tongue was quite inexperienced, but Bree still had difficulty concentrating on her own oral work early on, as she experienced a few minor earthquakes while her lover practised on her pussy- licking skills. She was soon on track again, though, and was able to once more take control of the girl by sending her tongue into places that left her lover almost completely incapacitated. Bree took to moving her hips and creating her own friction as the girl just held out her tongue, too lost in her own ecstasy to do anything more for Bree. Sensing that the girl was about have another climax, Bree used the image of her lover's face in between her legs, along with the sensation of the wet tongue running along her slit, to push herself over the edge just as the girl fell with a lovely gasp off the same high cliff. Bree's paroxysms made her clamp down on the girl's head, smothering her innocent face with her love juices. Her lover's joy was just as strong, though, as Bree could feel the body beneath her tense and hear strange erotic 'moans' coming from the girl's covered mouth. They came down from their separate heights slowly, relaxing against each other as the pleasure faded away into a pleasant memory. With both of their orgasms finally ended, Bree stared at the vagina in front of her, regarding it with wonder. Totally dry, and without a single drop of moisture that Bree could see, it looked totally unaffected by any of their lovemaking. Neither red nor engorged with blood, the lips hadn't changed their shape or colour once. Investigating all around it, the flesh looked to be without blemishes -- its appearance almost reminding Bree of latex. Using just the tip of her finger, Bree poked around inside, causing the object of her study to make interesting noises of protest. "Hmm," she reflected quietly. "It's very smooth inside-- just like on the outside. No moisture at all." Bree ran her hand over the skin that surrounded the girl's private parts, marvelling at the softness. Finishing her inspection, she turned around and looked at her lover's face, and chuckled. "Whereas I just make a mess," Bree remarked, gazing lovingly at the erotic sight of her juices glistening on the girl's chin and lips. "Sorry about that." "I don't mind," the girl replied and then surprised Bree by running her tongue across her upper lip. "It's quite a lovely taste actually." "Why you little minx." Bree moved up and kissed her hard, then lay down beside her. Wrapping her arms around the lovely body next to her, Bree sighed contentedly. "I'm going to wake up tomorrow with the best Christmas present anyone could hope for." Bree let her head fall back on the pillow, and her tired body immediately made itself known to her. The lovely ache that spread through her just seemed to scream satiation, and she bathed in the afterglow of it. A yawn sounded next to her, and a head snuck its way into the crook of her shoulder. Bree loved the way it fit so nicely against her neck, and pushed her own head down against her lover in response. After laying like that for a bit, a thought suddenly occurred to her. "You *will* be here tomorrow morning, won't you?" Bree asked worriedly. "Yes. Of course I will." "Good. I was scared for a sec there." Pause. "So how long do I have you for anyway?" "Like any Christmas present -- you have me until you get bored with me. It's only when you start taking the gift for granted that it loses its meaning, and is no longer a gift." "Then you'll be here for an awfully long time I think." Bree smiled to herself. *Maybe forever*, she thought with an exciting chill. But something still seemed to nag at the tip of her brain. Suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, it dawned on her. "I just realized that I never even asked you your name," she said, embarrassed as she looked over at the beautiful face next to her. Smiling back, the beautiful face told her. TCM Merry Christmas! 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