Christmas Gift! To: Tracy- From: Jai
Here is Tracy's gift. I really hope you like it.
Tracy you wanted: Coop/Ashlee, "I Saw mommy kiss Santa", NC-17. Please let me knoe if you absolutely hate this. I will write you something else. This belongs in the "Promise" universe... I hope you haven't forgotten about that story... *bites lip*
Title: Brandon Saw Mommy Kiss Santa
Rating: NC-17
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Brandon rubbed his eyes. Tiny fists pushed the sleep from them as he sat up in bed. He knew that he should be asleep. Mommy and Daddy told him that Santa would disappear if he was caught up before Christmas day. He looked at his Spiderman clock next to bed. The red numbers blinked back at him. 12:00, blink, 12:00 blink… Brandon gnawed his bottom lip. He wondered if Santa had already left. Would mommy and daddy be mad if he just went down the hall to peek?
He pushed his superhero covers off his body and climbed down from his bed. His feet hit the cold floor and he shivered. He hoped Santa was warm. Brandon opened his bedroom door. He heard Christmas carols playing softly in the living room. He strained his ears, listening for Santa or his reindeer. Brandon’s eyes got wide. Maybe he would see Rudolph.
Voices touched his ears and he moved a little down the hallway toward the where the tree was set up. His eyes moved back and forth, carefully watching for either his mommy or daddy. He really didn’t want them to worry about him. Mommy always thought that if he was up, he must be sick because of the cancer. She worried too much. He told Santa that. His daddy worried a lot too.
“Ouch,” a deep voice rumbled from the living room. Brandon’s little heart started pounding. Someone was in there… he bit his lower lip harder and thought about what he should do. If Santa caught him out of bed, he might not come back next year, but if it was a bad guy then he needed to know.
A wet nose nudged his leg and he bent down to scratch behind MJ’s ears. He knelt on the floor and whispered. “Should I look, MJ,” the puppy tilted her head and licked the side of his face. Brandon smiled, swallowing back a giggle as she continued to lick him. “Okay,” he whispered as softly as he could. “Let’s go look.”
Brandon got back up and reached the end of the hallway. He peeked around the corner, his mouth opened in a quiet gasp. Santa was standing in his living room. His white beard and red suit shined in the Christmas lights that were all around the living room. He stood tall by the tree, holding a wrapped gift. The paper was Spiderman. Brandon placed a tiny hand against his mouth. It was his favorite superhero! Santa really did listen.
Santa dropped to his knee and placed the gift under the packed tree. Brandon rubbed his eyes in wonder. All those presents weren’t there before; Santa must have thought he was a really good boy this year. MJ took her place at his side then bounded into the living room. Brandon tried to stop the puppy, but there wasn’t anything he could do. MJ plopped her butt down in front of Santa and barked.
“MJ,” his mother hissed. Brandon turned slightly to see her come out of the kitchen. If she looked toward the hallway, she would see him standing behind the wall. Brandon ducked. “What are you doing out of your room?” She paused and Brandon held his breath. “Maybe something is wrong with Bran,” the worry caused her voice to shake. “I should go check on him.”
“Ashlee,” Santa said softly. So softly if Brandon hadn’t been listening so hard he would have missed it. “You can check on him later, but I’m sure he is fine. The cancer medicines aren’t making him as sick lately.”
“I just,” she paused her voice shook. “I want him to have a great Christmas. It’s our first as a family. It’s his first with his daddy. I don’t want the cancer to ruin that.”
Brandon eased onto his knees to look into the living room. Santa held his arms out to his mommy. Ashlee stepped into them, burying her head on his shoulder. “He will have a great Christmas,” Santa told her. Brandon tilted his head. His voice sounded like Brandon’s daddy when you really listened. “He will be happy and loved. He will be thrilled with all the gifts under the tree.” Ashlee laughed. “He is a lucky little boy to have you as his mother.”
Ashlee looked up into Santa’s eyes, “Brandon’s a lucky little boy to have such a wonderful father too.” Santa leaned down and kissed mommy on the cheek then moved to kiss her on the mouth. Brandon gasped loudly then ducked when Santa and his mommy turned to look. “Did you hear that?”
“Yeah,” Santa said. “I did.”
Brandon rushed down the hallway as fast as his little legs could carry him back to his bedroom. He pulled the covers up to his chin a second before his mommy opened his bedroom door. The light from the hallway cased a glow on the opposite wall. Brandon watched his mother’s shadow come closer and closer. He felt the bed dip and closed his eyes tightly. His mother’s hand caressed his cheek. “Bran-muffin are you awake sweetie?”
He tried to ignore the pounding of his heart. He was sure his mommy knew he had seen Santa kiss her. What would daddy think? What about Mrs. Claus? Should he write her a letter? He would ask Papa and Mimi tomorrow. He decided. They will know what to do. Ashlee rubbed his back and kissed his cheek. “I love you my little superhero.”
Brandon wanted to tell her he loved her too, but then he would give away that he was bad. Oh, maybe he should keep the kiss a secret. He didn’t want to be on the naughty list for getting up. He felt the bed lighten and his mother left the room. Brandon watched the door slowly shut behind her. The soft clap let him know he could breathe again. His eyes got heavy. It was only a kiss on the cheek, he yawned. Mommy gives those to Uncle Frank all the time… Brandon slipped into a deep sleep.
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Coop placed the final gift under the tree and stood up. The suit was uncomfortable as hell and it itched horribly, but Ashlee wanted all their bases covered in case Brandon got nosy like his mother. Coop chuckled. Ashlee hadn’t put it quite like that, but they both knew where the sneakiness came from. He couldn’t wait to get out of the Santa suit and into bed with Ashlee. He looked toward the hallway, grinning in a sappy way as she walked from their son’s room back into the living room.
“He’s quick,” she smiled, laughing lightly. “Bran-muffin is really good at faking sleep too.” He pulled his Santa hat off to remove the annoying beard and wig. “Oh,” she sighed.
“What,” Coop asked holding the items in his hand.
“Well,” Ashlee blushed crimson. “I was just thinking that you looked really hot in that Santa hat.” She moved closer to him, pulling out a sprig of mistletoe from behind her back. “And I was hoping that you would keep it on.” Her eyebrow shot up in a seductive manner. “I want you to wear the hat and nothing else.”
He pushed the hat back on his head and started toward her. “I think you have a kinky side, Miss Wolfe,” he grinned starting to undo the belt around his fake waist. She twisted the mistletoe over her head, backing up into their bedroom.
“What are you going to do about it, Santa?” Her voice dropped an octave. “Are you going to put me on the naughty list?”
He growled catching her at their bedroom door. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until she moaned and went weak in his arms. He took the mistletoe from her fingers. “I think I should punish you right now,” he said a second before he bit her earlobe.
Ashlee gasped, pulling at the suit. “Do you think I’ve been that bad Santa?”
“Hmm,” Coop pulled back stripping her of her tight red shirt. “I don’t think you’ve been too bad. But,” he worked her bra open. “I do think you need to learn that teasing Santa is not a nice thing to do.”
She pulled his lower lip between her teeth. “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?”
The bra fell at their feet and he cupped her large breasts in his hands. “Oh I think we can think of something.”
He took the mistletoe and held it above her right breast. Coop leaned down kissing the mound slowly. Her chest has gotten much larger with her pregnancy. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, suckling at the flesh. She bent at the waist, pushing more of herself into him. He rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Next Coop moved the mistletoe over her left breast. She moaned softly in the back of her throat. He stood up and lifted her to the bed.
Coop knelt on the mattress and eased her onto the bed. She kissed his neck, holding him to her. He pulled away long enough to get completely out of the suit, leaving only the hat on like she wanted. Ashlee pushed herself up onto her elbows and watched him strip nude in front of her. Her sky blue eyes turned dark and desire filled them. He inhaled. She looked gorgeous, perfect and like a fallen angel come to save him. He helped her remove the rest of her clothes until she was just as naked as him.
The small round hill where their new baby was growing drew his eyes like it always did. He climbed onto the bed and kissed her stomach. Ashlee held his head to her. The simple action was emotional for them both. Coop looked up into her eyes and leaned up to kiss her. Tears slipped from her eyes to her cheeks as she kissed him back.
He caressed her smooth skin, starting at her shoulder and moving down her side. Ashlee laughed lightly, squirming because the touch tickled. He grinned into her shoulder, dragging his teeth along her flesh toward her chest. She pushed him back and rolled on top of him. She leaned down capturing his lips in an intoxicating kiss. His blood rushed through his body. His already rock hard erection became even harder as her hands slid down his body.
Her blond hair slid like silk along his chest when she started moving lower. Her lips blazed fire wherever they landed. Her nails scratched his skin leaving red marks in their wake. Ashlee straddled his hips bringing their lower bodies together. Coop inhaled deeply. She slowly lowered herself onto him. Their bodies came together perfectly.
They moved in perfect sync. He reached up caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples. Ashlee’s head fell back and a low purr came from her throat. He leaned up sucking on the exposed skin. She wrapped her body completely around him. Her legs locked at his waist, her arms around his neck. Their moves became more frenzied the closer they got to bliss.
Coop’s name spilled from her lips once she climaxed in his arms. She kissed him to stop a scream from escaping. He moaned and flipped them so that she was underneath him. The change in position sent a shiver down his spine. He was close to his release. Ashlee dug her nails into his back and sucked on his neck. The added stimulation sent him flying into pleasure with her at his side.
The world slowly came back and they came back with it. Ashlee buried her nose into his neck and kissed his chest. “Merry Christmas, Coop Cooper,” she whispered.
He run his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. “Merry Christmas, Ashlee Wolfe,” he lifted her hand and stared at the diamond, “Soon to be Bradshaw.”
They climbed under the covers pressed tightly together and fell asleep. Coop and Ashlee woke up to the excited screams of their son the next morning and grinned at each other. Was there a better way to wake up on Christmas Day?
Please let me know what you think... *is nervous*