Holiday Gifts for My F-List

[emmademarais]

OMG! It's the fic author Ghost of Christmas Past!

I swore last year that I wasn't dead (just a grad student) and then did very little to prove that point this year.

/hangs head/

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This Ian/Nikki fic?

[emmademarais]

An hour plus in the shower, favorite shampoo, new fragrant shave gel and a fresh razor… Nikki knew Ian wouldn't be back until two days after her birthday - duty calls and sometimes it calls in South American countries where bad guys need to anonymously drop dead - but she could wait. His gift had arrived on the day, boxed with a simple card that just read, 'Happy Birthday - I.' So a night of reveling and the next day spent cleaning the apartment and making the bed meant she was ready for Friday night and Ian to come home. Home. It was still a new thing for her to consider that even though Ian kept an apartment at Quantico for when he was teaching, this was home base when he was in SoCal.

She was checking her makeup and primping her hair when she heard his key in the lock. Finally. She slipped into bed and was greeted by the lovely sensation of cool silky fabric against her freshly shaved legs.

When she looked up Ian filled the doorway, his wordless entrance just another sign that this was not your average man. As he walked in, he shed something with each step - his jacket, his gun, his boots, his shirt, until he was beside the bed shirtless and radiating a heat she could sense from below him.

"You look good in silk." His voice came out between a growl and a whisper and it set Nikki's skin alight with a hum all its own.

She made a show of stretching out beneath the sheets, letting her movements reveal more of her barely there silk lingerie.

"Nice gift. Even picked a color I like." She ran her hand over the new deep aubergine silk sheets in an inviting fashion. "Come break them in with me?"

She watched, licking her lips almost unconsciously as Ian finished stripping and joined her in the bed, pulling her to him in a full body embrace.

Ian's heat, his almost animalistic magnetism, his strong toned muscled physique pressed against hers… It was intoxicating. Nikki smiled through the heady wash of desire, letting Ian tip her head back as he began his attentions with a long lick along her extended neck.

"I'm glad you like the new sheets, because you're not leaving this bed for the rest of the weekend."

Nikki let out a throaty laugh of pleasure interrupted by a gasp as Ian's mouth began to move downward.

"Happy Birthday to me."

Re: This Ian/Nikki fic?

[mustangcandi]

YASSSSSSSSS this Ian/Nikki fic.

Gah.

Yummy, yummy, yummy.