Dec. 12: Molly/Arthur
So, we're halfway to Christmas Eve. In honour, a little Christmas Eve ficlet.
Title: Santa Baby
Pairing: Arthur/Molly
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Molly decides to do something a little extra for her husband on Christmas Eve.
Warnings: none except maybe Fluff with a capital F.
A/N: This sort of idea came to me while listening to 'I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus' in some department store.. enjoy. It's short & sweet :)
“Hey there, Santa Claus,” Molly said when Arthur entered their bedroom. She was lying on their quilted bedspread in a red satin nightgown with white fur trim and was beginning to feel more and more ridiculous by the second. It wasn’t that it had been that long since she had seduced her husband, but it had been long enough that she felt almost awkward doing it. The saleswitch had given her a knowing look when she went into Baubles and Broomsticks in search of something a little extra for Christmas Eve. At first Molly had blushed furiously and had almost edged out of the shop but then the saleswitch had placed her hand gently on her arm and said, “we’ve just got some new nightwear that you’d look gorgeous in.” She led Molly past the dildos, the cock rings and other things Molly couldn’t even identify, towards racks full of lingerie. It was here that Molly had found the little nightie and convinced herself to buy it. It made her feel powerful, walking out of that shop with a bright red paper bag. She held her head up high and just dared anyone to comment.
Now though, her confidence was a bit lacking as Arthur still stood slack-jawed in the doorway wearing his ridiculous Santa suit.
“It was a silly idea,” Molly said quietly and started to get up. Arthur was at her side in a moment, assuring her it was not silly at all.
“It just took me a moment to figure out what you’d done with my wife,” he told her with a smile. “I was going to ask if you could maybe tell her to come home so I could make love to her, but here you are.”
She smiled at his corny lines, like she always did, and allowed him to gently push her back against the pillows. When he kissed her, it might have been the thousandth or millionth, but to Molly it always felt like the first.
Title: Santa Baby
Pairing: Arthur/Molly
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Molly decides to do something a little extra for her husband on Christmas Eve.
Warnings: none except maybe Fluff with a capital F.
A/N: This sort of idea came to me while listening to 'I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus' in some department store.. enjoy. It's short & sweet :)
“Hey there, Santa Claus,” Molly said when Arthur entered their bedroom. She was lying on their quilted bedspread in a red satin nightgown with white fur trim and was beginning to feel more and more ridiculous by the second. It wasn’t that it had been that long since she had seduced her husband, but it had been long enough that she felt almost awkward doing it. The saleswitch had given her a knowing look when she went into Baubles and Broomsticks in search of something a little extra for Christmas Eve. At first Molly had blushed furiously and had almost edged out of the shop but then the saleswitch had placed her hand gently on her arm and said, “we’ve just got some new nightwear that you’d look gorgeous in.” She led Molly past the dildos, the cock rings and other things Molly couldn’t even identify, towards racks full of lingerie. It was here that Molly had found the little nightie and convinced herself to buy it. It made her feel powerful, walking out of that shop with a bright red paper bag. She held her head up high and just dared anyone to comment.
Now though, her confidence was a bit lacking as Arthur still stood slack-jawed in the doorway wearing his ridiculous Santa suit.
“It was a silly idea,” Molly said quietly and started to get up. Arthur was at her side in a moment, assuring her it was not silly at all.
“It just took me a moment to figure out what you’d done with my wife,” he told her with a smile. “I was going to ask if you could maybe tell her to come home so I could make love to her, but here you are.”
She smiled at his corny lines, like she always did, and allowed him to gently push her back against the pillows. When he kissed her, it might have been the thousandth or millionth, but to Molly it always felt like the first.