The First Christmas (A very late challenge fanfic!)

[lenageek]

Title: The First Christmas (La Primera Navidad)

Spoilers: Let’s say for the purposes of this fic I am ignoring the events of ep 104. The girls are happily married - ‘nuff said.

Rating: NC-17. It starts out as PG-13 for romantic fluff - my favorite! It may start out slow but it sure gets going in the end!

Pairing: Pepa/Silvia (PepSi para siempre!)

Summary: Pepa and Silvia share their first Christmas together as a married couple and discover the joys of giving and receiving gifts.

A/N/Disclaimer: This is a (very, very late!) response to junebuggy01's December PepSi Smut Off challenge that has been on my ‘puter for a while since I got stuck halfway through. I actually did have a Christmas PepSi story in mind during my vacation in December, since I was in the Christmas spirit anyway. But I did manage to work in the dominant Silvia theme - hope you like! Plus, I figured I really owed any readers a happy Christmas story after my last fanfic effort! :D Los Hombres de Paco and any Christmas songs mentioned are property of their respective owners - they’re not mine and I’ll put them back when I’m done.


Soft strains of an instrumental version of the Christmas classic ‘Carol of the Bells’ fuzzily rang through Pepa’s consciousness, the remaining wisps of a wonderful dream that included snuggling with her beloved redheaded wife on the couch, some warm mulled spiced wine, and a cheerily blazing fireplace. The warmth from the hearth had eventually given way to an internal fire as Pepa slowly, tenderly undressed Silvia, first with her eyes and then with her fingertips.

The song morphed from the dream into the clock radio softly playing the same tune as deep brown eyes sleepily blinked open. The tall brunette grumbled a bit as she reflected on the reverie that was now already fading with the light of day. Damn, such a nice dream too. How come I always have to wake up at the best part? Pepa attempted to stretch long limbs that had tightened up during the night, only to turn her head and find that she was trapped - a solid body dressed in an adorable, appropriately festive red tank top and green cotton pants was using her as a pillow. Of course…Pepa reflected as she smiled, inhaling the sweet scent of the red strands under her nose. Reality is so much better than any damn dream! Gracias a Dios for that!

Full lips kissed the red hair, working their way down a high cheekbone to the lips opposite hers as Pepa took her time, relishing in kissing Silvia awake.

“Feliz Navidad mi pelirroja.” Pepa softly whispered in her wife’s ear. “Buenos días.”

“Mmm.” Silvia cupped her hand behind Pepa’s head, guiding the lips to her own for another welcome, warm kiss. “Gracias, mi amor.” She glanced behind the tall form at the clock’s backlit green numbers. “Did the alarm go off already?”

Pepa rolled her eyes affectionately. “Silvia, who sets an alarm on Christmas Day, unless you’re five years old? Only you.” She giggled as she received a light swat to her backside. “We aren’t working today and do have an extended weekend off, you know.”

“I know that silly.” Barely contained excitement danced in Silvia’s dark eyes. “But it’s our first Christmas together since we’ve been married. I don’t want to miss a moment of it. I want to make it special for you, something you’ll remember.”

The agent embraced her wife with her left arm while entwining their right hands together. “I’m finally married to you pelirroja, after a lifetime of being in love with you. I’ve already got my Christmas present.” She took a moment to admire their wedding bands, the early morning sunlight glinting happily off the golden metal.

The forensic scientist unclasped her hand to wipe at the sudden moisture that had sprang up in her eyes at hearing Pepa’s words. “Dios, if under all that badass, tough exterior you have, you aren’t the most romantic woman!” she sniffed.

Pepa’s fingers gently tipped Silvia’s face towards hers as she wiped a last happy tear away. “Only for you princessa.” She kissed the inviting lips again. “So, can we open our presents now?”

Silvia laughed heartily at Pepa’s childlike expression. “And you tease me about being like a child! Vale, but only after I make you Christmas breakfast first! And no worries -” she held up a finger, forestalling her wife’s upcoming argument. “No healthy egg whites today! I’m making you a treat.”

“Vale, let’s go then!” Pepa flung back the sheets and sprang up out of bed, her bare feet quickly slapping the hardwood floor as she made a beeline for the kitchen.

The redhead shook her head, finding her wife’s enthusiasm incredibly endearing. It was little things like this that made her fall in love with her all over again. “I guess we’re not showering together just yet.” She murmured.

___

Breakfast had been a jovial, playful affair, with Pepa thanking Silvia more than several times for the delicious chocolate-chip pancakes, bacon, eggs and flaky croissants. Of course, Pepa’s thanks came in the form of kisses, so by the end of the meal, both women’s faces were quite sticky. At one point, Pepa had foregone the food and orange juice entirely and had spent the time thoroughly cleaning all remaining traces of maple syrup off Silvia’s lips, feeling the pleasurable sensation as Silvia’s hands wandered below her ribbed white tank top and caressed her back.

Finally, the two managed to put a halt to their amorous attentions and clean the kitchen while taking several phone calls from family and friends. Pepa talked to Paco and Sara, saying they’d be over later for a Christmas meal, after which Silvia talked to her father.

“And your padre didn’t even interrupt us or have incredibly bad timing with his call for once!” Pepa happily pointed out just after Silvia ended the call on her cell phone. “That’s a Christmas gift in itself!”

Silvia snagged the dishtowel that Pepa was holding in her hand and snapped the damp fabric with unerring accuracy at her wife’s shapely rear end. “You are so bad!”

“Ow!” Pepa rubbed the offended body part, her face in a full petulant scowl. “Why do you keep hitting me there, pelirroja? Are you just being naughty this year? You know if you are, Santa won’t show up.” White teeth were bared at her in a dazzling, sexy grin.

“Aww, poor baby.” Silvia moved to loosely embrace her wife, her arms slung about the elegant neck as Pepa pulled her in close. “You know, I do have a medical degree and I’ll just have to play ‘doctor’ with you later. To fully check and see if you’re okay.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait!” The brunette’s grin grew impossibly wider. “That’ll be the best gift to unwrap! The one that keeps on giving!”

Pepa felt the vibrations as the smaller woman giggled. “Speaking of gifts, I did get you some that are under the actual Christmas tree.”

“Oh, is it finally time to open those?” Suddenly, Pepa looked like a five year old child again.

“Sí. Why don’t you sort out the presents and I’ll get us some coffee.”

Silvia grinned as she heard Pepa dash to the living room, and subsequent music coming from their iPod dock as ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ blared throughout the house. As she spooned the ground coffee beans into the filter and finished preparing the pungent brew, she heard her wife singing along with the lyrics in a strong, clear voice.

I don't want a lot for Christmas…There's just one thing I need…

The tall brunette literally bounced into the kitchen, a Santa hat now a cheerful contrast to her tank top and striped pajama pants. With one swift move, she embraced Silvia around the waist, spinning her into a brief impromptu dance, twirling and dipping her, leaving the redhead dizzy with giddiness. A rakish wink and Pepa dashed back out, singing all the while.

All I want for Christmas is you…You baby…

Silvia had to lean against the counter for support, she was now laughing so hard at her wife’s antics. Carrying two cups of coffee out to the living room, she joined Pepa in singing the last lines of her favorite Christmas song.

Pepa continued humming along with the next song, ‘Little Drummer Boy’ as she accepted the proffered cup of coffee. She felt Silvia teasingly flick the white cotton ball at the end of the Santa hat, which was hanging lopsidedly over her left eyebrow.

“You make the cutest Santa ever, cariño.”

“Cute? Just cute?!” Pepa sputtered in mock outrage. “What about sexy?”

“Que también.” The shorter woman smiled. She watched as Pepa put her cup down and felt her embrace her from behind, affectionately nuzzling her neck. They both took a moment to admire the Christmas tree and take in the scent of pine that wafted thickly through the room. Pepa had told Silvia that she hadn’t had a Christmas tree in years and had taken unadulterated pleasure in decorating the tree with a myriad of lights, various glitter-covered ornaments, tinsel and candy canes.

“Hm, I think we went a little overboard this year.” The redhead observed, looking at the large amount of presents that were now neatly divided into stacks. One was for the familia to be given out later, and the remaining larger piles were for the two of them. “You know there’s only two of us. Dios Pepa, how many presents did you get me?”

“It looks like just as many as you got me, princessa. I’ve never had a wife to buy presents for - how was I to know your stack of presents kept getting bigger?” She shrugged innocently as Silvia leaned back and gave her a knowing smile.

“Vale, let’s open these so I can see your reaction to what I got you! That’s the best part!” Silvia slipped out of her spouse’s arms and sat cross legged on the floor as Pepa assumed a similar stance by her sizable mountain of gifts. “Umm… aquí.” She selected a box from Pepa’s pile and offered it to her. “Open this one first.”

Pepa did the same with Silvia’s stack. “Vale, this one’s for you then.”

The agent gleefully tore into the wrapping, and ripped the tape from a shirt box to reveal a forest green denim vest. “Ooh, gracias pelirroja! I love the color!” She glanced up to see Silvia still carefully loosening the tape from her box, having removed and set aside the wrapping so that it was just about perfectly intact. She laughed. “And you’re still a slowpoke at unwrapping presents! Just the same as when we were kids!”

“Well, you never mess with the wrapping.” Silvia stuck her tongue out, affecting an artificial snooty look with her nose in the air. “Not like you, making a mess with paper in shreds everywhere.” She grinned as she ducked a wad of wrapping paper that Pepa threw at her. “Besides you never know if you might have to recycle the wrapping or the bags next year.”

Pepa bemusedly shook her head as she reached behind her to take a sip of her coffee, long associated with the little quirks of her wife. They were so in love, a sentiment which grew and developed daily, but were also polar opposites in so many ways. She leaned over in anticipation to see Silvia’s reaction to her first gift. Her heart skipped a beat as Silvia’s eyes lit up, lifting out of the box a beautiful silk white dress with thin spaghetti straps.

“I get the feeling this is as much for your benefit as for mine.” Silvia said, peeking at her wife’s impish grin as she lowered the garment. A soft grin formed on her lips as Pepa blushed, squirming slightly.

“It’s just that…well, I though the white would offset your hair really nicely…and I - I couldn’t wait to see you in it when I saw it in the store.”

“Well, you’re right on both counts.” Silvia leaned in for a kiss, savoring the mix of coffee and chocolate on her wife’s tongue.

The morning unfolded as the gift giving continued with a variety of practical and silly gifts being unwrapped. Pepa received a few more vests and tanks tops, as well as her own slinky black dress along with a gorgeous diamond studded bracelet. She predictably was thrilled with firearm accoutrements such as a laser grip for her Walther P22, paper targets with outlined shapes of zombies and aliens as well as another gun cleaning kit. Silvia opened boxes with a few revealing tops and a form-fitting pair of jeans, noting Pepa’s wide grin. But the redhead practically squealed with joy upon opening several gadgets for her computer, along with a custom mousepad Pepa had made of one of Silvia’s favorite pictures - Pepa in a tiny white bikini with a seductive ‘come hither’ look that was reserved only for her wife. Silvia teased that she definitely would have to use that mousepad at home since it was too scandalous for the office.

“Well, I think we’re just about done since I’m buried in wrapping paper.” Pepa commented as she looked at the mounds of wrapping paper, tissue paper and empty boxes.

“Not yet, cariño.” Silvia announced as she lifted a larger box that she’d hidden under a side table. “Here’s one of your last gifts.”

Pepa quirked an eyebrow in surprise as she accepted the box, its weight surprising her. “Silvia, qué?” Her quizzical expression gave way to a delighted grin as she quickly divested the box of its wrapping and lifted out a gleaming Ruger P89 9mm semi-automatic handgun. “Ooh, I’ll have some fun at the range with this! You’ve outdone yourself, princessa!”

Silvia chuckled. “I knew I had to appeal to the badass in you, so I had Papa help me pick one out.”

The agent took time to properly check and aim the unloaded weapon towards a safe target, making sure not to dry fire the gun to cause any potential damage to the firing pin. She carefully replaced and locked the handgun back in the case before leaning over to give Silvia an appreciative kiss. “You know me and my likes too well.”

The redhead reached out to ruffle the dark bangs fondly. “Oh, I know what you like cariño! If you’re a good girl, I’ll provide you with a Christmas gift you won’t forget soon!”

Pepa smiled back suggestively before standing up to reach a small box that she’d concealed on the mantle. Sitting back next down to her wife, she placed it in her hand. “You’re not the only one with secret Santa gifts.”

Silvia looked up at her wife, her eyes shining with equal parts adoration and love. “Pepa, you’re too good to me.”

“No, I’m just giving my wife the life and the love that she deserves.” Pepa answered as she once again held her in her arms, glancing down in anticipation over her shoulder. “Open it, por favor. I promise it doesn’t bite.”

“Ha! You’re such a tease.” Silvia said as she meticulously took the red bow off the box and eased the silver wrapping off to reveal a crimson velvet covered jewelry box.

“Oh…qué bonita…” Her voice faded as she lifted out an elegant silver chain with an expensive platinum heart-shaped charm, the outer edge studded with diamonds. In the center, the scrolled letters P&S were engraved, each letter intertwining. Trembling fingers turned the necklace over to see another engraving that simply read ‘Te quiero pelirroja - siempre’.

“Pepa…it’s too much. Dios, what this must have cost you…” Silvia’s soft, amazed protest was silenced by a long finger on her lips.

“And that means what?” Pepa shrugged. “If giving you gifts like this even expresses a fraction of what I feel for you, it’s worth every bit.”

“Oh it does, believe me cariño!” Silvia’s voice was muffled as she embraced her wife in a tight, grateful hug. After a few moments, they parted and Silvia held the necklace up in front of her. “Can you?”

“Claro que sí.” Pepa smiled as she moved behind her wife, carefully moving the red tresses aside. She bent and placed several tiny kisses on the creamy exposed skin of the neck, watching as goose bumps arose in the wake of her ministrations. She fastened the necklace and turned to see Silvia reverently admiring her gift.

“It’s wonderful, Pepa. Gracias.” A soft kiss to her lips. “But not as wonderful as having you.”

“Well, I’m glad I did a good job picking it out. The salesman said the woman who received this was a most fortunate woman.” Pepa stood, grasping Silvia’s hand to pull her up with her. “And, I’m not done yet.”

“More? Pepa, what now?” The redhead was astonished as Pepa gently placed her hand over her eyes, feeling her lead her to the edge of the room.

“It’s on the balcony.” Silvia could hear the giddy anticipation in Pepa’s voice as she unlocked the sliding glass door and guided her over the threshold.

“Vale, you can look now.”

The smaller woman gasped in surprise as she saw the telescope displayed on the balcony. She walked up, admiring the mahogany wood tripod and brass exterior of the well-made instrument, noting the red card that hung from a thread that was looped around the eyepiece. She opened it, noting Pepa’s bold, distinctive handwriting.

So you can distinguish Ursa Major. Tu amor, Pepa.

Silvia turned to see Pepa’s brilliant smile. She took her wife’s head in her hands, kissing her thoroughly. “Pepa, te quiero.” She managed, her voice shaking slightly. “I don’t know what else to say.”

“I don’t need anything but those words, pelirroja.” Pepa reassured her. “So, I figured we could have a date? Maybe tomorrow night? The forecast calls for clear skies. We could go up to our spot -”

“Our perfect spot, and see what we can see.” Silvia finished. “I’ll make us dinner, we can pack a basket and some wine, no?” She grinned as Pepa happily nodded in agreement. “But, not without this one last thing.” She went back into the living room and emerged with another wrapped gift. “It seems we’re on the same wavelength.”

Pepa’s brows scrunched quizzically as she ripped open the wrapping to reveal a handsome, hardbound book on star constellations. Fascinated, she fanned through the pages, noting detailed fold-out charts of constellations, synopsis of star and galaxy positions, names, locations and seasonal information. Flipping to the start of the book, she read Silvia’s elegant script on the flyleaf.

So I can show you Ursa Major. Tu pelirroja.

The agent carefully put the book down by the telescope and pressed her wife against the glass door, kissing her hungrily. Moving down to her neck, she whispered “I love being on the same wavelength as you, princessa.” She felt Silvia’s hands entangle in her hair, pressing her head down, wordlessly encouraging her. Pepa needed no further hint as she nipped and kissed across her chest, feeling a strongly beating heart under her lips, moving towards enticing curves. Grasping her wife around her back, she felt her start to moan softly and rock against her, hearing a similar sound escape from her lips.

The cell phone in Pepa’s pocket rang and vibrated loudly, almost giving her a heart attack as she abruptly jerked away, her face flushed and brain spinning, disoriented. “Joder!” she spat, her grumpy countenance making Silvia giggle helplessly.

“Sí?!” she answered her phone none too politely.

A throat cleared knowingly as Pepa resisted the urge the smack her forehead with her palm. “Hija, are you and Silvia coming over?” Don Lorenzo asked, his voice sounding slightly smug and very amused at the same time. “Lola is here and she says that Christmas dinner will be ready soon. The familia is waiting for you.”

“Sí papa, we’re coming.” Pepa pathetically groaned, watching as for the second time that day, Silvia was doubled over in laughter.

Don Lorenzo could easily hear his redheaded daughter’s not so subdued hysterics over the line. “Oh, I’m not interrupting anything, am I Pepa?”

“No, of course not Papa.” Pepa gritted her teeth. “We’ll just clean up…uh, I mean, get dressed, oh, joder!”

Silvia took the phone from her now mortified wife. “We’re coming Papa, I promise.”

Her father chuckled. “Well, tell Pepa no worries. We’ll see you two soon.”

“Besos, Papa. Adios.” Silvia hung up and tossed the phone to her wife, which was easily caught.

“So much for that Christmas present from Papa. I knew I spoke too soon!” Pepa grumbled.

Her wife answered her complaint with a soft kiss and chuckle. “Te quiero, mi mujer.”

___

Pepa stuck her tongue out in concentration as she managed to unlock and open the front door, her arms filled with various boxes and bags. Silvia followed, her arms just as laden with gifts and leftovers.

“Dios, just when I thought we were done with the gift giving.” Pepa said as she placed all the various packages under the merrily twinkling tree. “I think we came back with just as much stuff as we went over with, if not more.”

Silvia nodded in agreement as she finished putting the leftovers away in the refrigerator and joined her wife in the living room. “Sí. But you have to agree, everyone had a great time.”

“My stomach included.” Pepa ruefully patted her midsection. “As if I wasn’t stuffed enough from breakfast, then we had a lunch and dinner feast! Your hermana is way too good a cook.” She reached down and plucked an envelope from the stack of opened presents, studying its contents for a second time. “That was incredibly generous of Papa.”

“Sí, it was such a surprise to me too.” Silvia’s eyes sparkled as she embraced Pepa from the side, softly kissing her shoulder. “Two weeks paid leave next year and reservations for a second honeymoon in Hawaii. I think he made up for all the phone calls and interruptions with that, don’t you?”

Pepa laughed. “Claro que sí. I think after our first honeymoon, he realized our fondness for beaches.”

“Well, as long as the beach has you in that white bikini, that’s all I need.” Silvia teased. She briefly left Pepa’s side and returned with another wrapped medium sized red box with a gold bow.

Pepa’s eyebrows rose in amazement. “Another gift, pelirroja? I thought we were done with gifts, seriously.”

A mysterious smile was her answer. “Welll, remember when I said that I’d provide you with a gift you wouldn’t soon forget? Open it.”

Pepa’s blood started racing. Never in her life had she opened a present so fast as the ribbon and lid were flung away. Inside was a sprig of mistletoe, intricately decorated with a red ribbon threaded through the branches, its fresh scent pleasurably filling Pepa’s senses. A second box lay inside the first next to the mistletoe, as Pepa divested the wrapping and lid just as quickly as the first. Her eyes widened as she slowly lifted out two pairs of handcuffs, one covered in fuzzy red trim, the other in dark green. She sexily smirked at her wife who was now watching her with hooded lids, her eyes smoky with desire.

“Silvia, qué pasa?” Her voice rumbled in a slow, alluring undertone as she spun one set of the cuffs on her finger. “What do you want me to do for you, princessa? Por favor, tell me.”

Silvia embraced her wife in a strong grip as lips came together, pressing and crushing as the two women attempted to devour each other. They came apart the barest of inches, unsteadily taking in gulps of each other’s breath. The readhead took her wife’s hand and placed a single kiss on it before leading her into the bedroom.

“Let me show you, cariño. Let me show you.”

___

Pepa was laying on her back, spread eagled on their bed, stark naked. Her wife had taken her by the hand and led her into their bedroom where she was promptly instructed to strip. The agent realized that a game was afoot and recognized that she could play just as well. The taking off of her clothes had turned into an impromptu striptease. Silvia had watched, rapt with fascination, unable to tear her eyes away from Pepa’s dusky skin that was revealed as her top, jeans, bra and finally her thong was maddeningly, slowly, taken away.

Silvia had pushed her wife back on the bed, the cool sheets a slight shock to Pepa’s already overheated skin. Deftly, Silvia slipped one pair of handcuffs around each of Pepa’s wrists and locked the other end to the headboard, kissing her all the while.

“Mmm, now that’s talent, pelirroja…” Pepa had murmured, barely able to speak, she was getting so aroused. “Can you use those hands on me, por favor?”

A single finger lightly touched her nose. “All in good time, Pepa. When I say so.” The hand moved to cup her face, as the fire in the dark eyes facing her softened for a second. “Cariño, I don’t want you to feel too out of control, so I wanted to let you know the key’s here on the nightstand.” As her head gestured to her right, Pepa’s eyes following her motions to see the small silver key glistening innocently.

Fingers tipped her head back to see the dark eyes that were again fiery with desire and an animalistic need. Pepa decided that she absolutely loved this side of her pelirroja that was making its way into their nighttime romps.

“So when you can’t stand it anymore…” Blunt fingernails grazed the underside of Pepa’s breasts and lightly scratched a fiery trail down to her stomach. “When you feel like you’ll die if you can’t touch me or hold me at will…” The fingers dipped down further to caress strong inner thighs as Pepa’s whole body jerked and she bit her lip to hold in a groan of pure frustration. “Believe me, I’ll know. And then I might release you. If you’ve been a good girl for Santa.”

A light laugh, a quick kiss to her thigh and the bed shifted as cool air assaulted Pepa’s skin, Silvia’s warmth and the satisfying solidness of her body abruptly departing.  The redhead went into the bathroom, not without a sly glance back at Pepa’s slightly trembling body and lips wet with anticipation. With a mischievous, disdainful toss of the red locks, she disappeared from sight.

And now Pepa was left helpless, awaiting her wife’s return. Her body was already encased in a thin sheet of sweat as she aggregately threw her head back into the soft feather pillow, wondering how many torturous seconds she would have to wait. Her ears picked up the soft sounds of the swishing of cotton and denim as Silvia undressed, her center already becoming soaked with arousal. Another minute and more sounds of undressing - or was it dressing? And the click of heels?

“Close your eyes.” Silvia’s voice floated out of the bathroom.

“Are you fucking kidding me, princessa?” Pepa growled, her already tenuous hold on her control starting to slip. “Come out, now!”

“No!” Came the answer, just as forceful. “Close your eyes, or you don’t get to see me, let alone feel me or kiss me.”

Joder! Pepa’s mind screamed. She’s way too good at being in control! “Vale, vale, they’re closed.” And Pepa reluctantly obeyed her wife’s command.

A clicking of high heels reached her ears, the sound reminding her of a night in a bathroom of a lifelong desire made real - the sharp scent of a lit match, replaced by the smell of lavender and jasmine as Silvia lit the various candles scattered around the room. Finally Silvia spoke, her normally sweet voice rough with desire.

“Vale, you may open them.”

Pepa’s eyes flew open as she gasped at the wondrous sight in front of her. The room was bathed in soft candlelight, the lights dimmed appropriately. But not enough to conceal her Silvia, her wife - her red hair softly backlit to create a burning red halo effect, her dark eyes matching in their intensity. She was dressed in three-inch high red heels and a lacy crimson bra, the patches of thin material barely covering her nipples, which were still tauntingly visible through the see-through fabric. The thinnest of silk strings held the bra in place. The same thin silk made up the patch of material at the apex of her wife’s legs. Pepa’s eyes squinted as she saw a darker patch of red moistening the silk, a sure hint that her beloved pelirroja was just as turned on as she was. Silvia turned slightly, her shapely small behind revealed, confirming that she was indeed wearing a thong, much to Pepa’s delight. She smirked as her eyes traveled up to Silvia’s sexy grin, the Santa had she’d been previously wearing completing the outfit.

Silvia reached and took the sprig of mistletoe that Pepa had unwrapped from the nightstand, twirling it in her fingers. “Feliz Navidad, mi amor.” Her voice husked, as Pepa’s hips jerked again in pure reflex at her voice.

The redhead sat on the bed next to Pepa’s bound body, slowly tracing a path down a sweaty stomach with the green branch. She lifted it over Pepa’s head and lowered down to capture her wife’s lips, two tongues entwining and warring for dominance. Silvia parted the kiss only when absolutely necessary with a slight pop. “I’ve been dreaming of this, planning this for quite a while cariño. I take it you like, no?”

Pepa couldn’t even respond but shook her head in some semblance of a ‘yes’. The joy mixed with hunger in her eyes was all the answer her wife needed.

“Then let me give you your Christmas gift.” Silvia purred as she lowered her lips once again, nipping and biting at Pepa’s lips, neck and earlobe, almost too fast for the agent to comprehend. She felt the mistletoe flung away as her hips started to rock in rhythm with her wife’s actions, the handcuffs starting to rattle as her arms longed to be free.

Silvia glanced up in Pepa’s eyes, breathless from giving her a painfully pleasurable hickey on her neck, touching a finger to her wife’s lips, from which short pants were issuing. “Patience. I promise Pepa, I’ll make you very happy tonight.”

“Silvia, por favor…” Pepa groaned as Silvia’s head dipped again to press kisses on her chest and in the sweet space between her breasts, her tongue tasting the salty sweat that had pooled there.

The redhead reveled in feeling Pepa’s body shudder under hers as she moved to love her breasts, swirling her tongue around the pebbled skin around the nipple. Gently, she pursed her lips and blew cool air on the skin, the bud becoming pointedly, painfully erect. Repeating the same lavish actions with the other breast, her ears were met with a loud groan.

“Aahh…” The brunette felt that her brain would dribble out of her ears, her tongue feeling thick and useless at the lack of coherency. “Need to…feel you, princessa…” With each gasp of breath, Pepa hoped that her enjoyable torment would end, that she would feel Silvia’s touch where she most desired it.

Pepa was thwarted when Silvia sat up, leaving her breasts feeling cool and neglected, the sheen of moisture on her nipples still shining faintly in the candlelight. Fortunately, her wife sensed her growing need, moving to straddle the long body across the hips. Pepa’s frustrated pout turned into an appreciative moan as she felt the delicious sensation of Silvia’s bare ass against her stomach. With a wicked smile, the redhead circled and moved her hips against the torso she sat upon, eliciting another wordless gurgle from the tall woman as she felt the silky evidence of Silvia’s wetness against her own heated skin.

The handcuffs rattled again, muted by the fur coverings but still loudly enough to redirect Silvia’s attention.

“Pelirroja, if you don’t -”

Pepa’s protest was swallowed as full lips again claimed hers. She went willingly with Silvia’s lead, each kissing the lips opposite theirs so forcefully, they came away throbbing with equal parts pain and pleasure.

“All right, cariño.” Silvia pulled away the barest of inches, her impish expression giving Pepa hope that her craving would be fulfilled. “I’ll let you join in and play.” She sat up again, straddling her wife. “You may undress me.”

“Qué??” The agent was incredulous as she stared at her partner, her voice both aroused and perturbed when she saw that Silvia made no move towards the key on the dresser that was quickly becoming her way to salvation. Another fruitless rattle of the cuffs. “Silvia, you’re going to kill me if you keep me waiting like this!”

“No worries, I’m not going to go that far.” An elegant finger playfully touched Pepa’s nose as her eyes briefly crossed. “Remember one of the rules of being a good cop - use every tool at your disposal.”

“Hm? Ohh…” Pepa’s eyes took on a bright gleam as realization dawned. Her own fiendish chuckle shook the smaller body on top of hers. “Move.” She demanded in a low voice. “Over me.”

Instantly, Silvia’s body shifted, her enticing breasts swaying for Pepa’s delighted perusal in front of her face. Extending her neck, Pepa’s tongue snaked out just before her white teeth snapped the front of the bra, easily pulling it off and away from Silvia’s body.

“Grrowf…” The brunette purred as she gave the same loving attention to her wife’s breasts that had been so aggressively shown to her a few moments ago. Her partner’s moans and quickening breaths were an erotic aphrodisiac to her ears, as she bit down almost hard enough to bruise on creamy skin. Out of the corner of her eye, Pepa saw Silvia’s legs that held her up over her own body start to quake incessantly. As she released a succulent nipple, the redhead’s strength gave out as she collapsed on Pepa’s torso.

“Heh.” The agent playfully waggled her eyebrows at her wife’s expression, which was slightly glazed over. “You thought you were the only one who could play, didn’t you?”

“Mmm…” Silvia purred, shifting slightly. “I’m going to squish you.”

“Oh nooo...” Pepa’s low voice disagreed, burring against her skin. “I love this. Love to feel your body, your weight on me. Turns me on even more.”

“I love this game so far, mi amor. Looks like we both get to win.”

“Is that so?” Quick as a flash, Pepa used her teeth to advantage again and snatched the Santa hat off  Silvia’s head, feeling the red curls tumble down over her chest and shoulders. “Well, you’d better get to the finish line quickly then, cariño. That’s the best part.”

“Oh, you mean the thrill of victory?” Silvia innocently asked, her hand snaking down between them, sliding past damp skin to tease Pepa’s dark curls at the apex of her thighs.

“Sí!” Pepa gasped, as her hips nearly bucked the smaller woman off her torso. Her loud groan turned almost into an impassioned scream as nimble fingers teased her opening.

Without warning, three fingers made their way into Pepa’s center, as she was unable to keep the scream inside any longer, her body more than ready and willing for the welcome reward that was Silvia’s skilled touch. Suddenly, Pepa felt her wife’s hands and lips everywhere - inside, thrusting and satisfying the deepest part of her, lavishing her breast, with nips and kisses at her chest, shoulders and neck, pausing only to swallow her breathless pants. With a last hoarse cry, Pepa felt her body and soul spiral into blissful oblivion, at the same time her entire being went limp with utter, satiated satisfaction.

Her ears picked up a slight snicking sound as her mind fuzzily realized that Silvia released the handcuffs on both her wrists. The noise smashed through her brain as Pepa instantly sat up, rejuvenated. Grasping Silvia mindlessly to her, their bodies and lips crashing, grinding together, Pepa’s hand reached between them to seize Silvia’s thong and flick it away, the last flimsy silk barrier of clothing removed between them. Her hands moved to caress her wife’s back and shoulders before quickly moving down between her legs, her fingers giving Silvia the loving touch she so urgently longed for.

Finally the two collapsed in tandem amongst the sweaty nest of sheets and pillows, both chests expanding as they struggled to take in air. Pepa wiped away the damp locks from Silvia’s brow, her eyes gazing into her, grounding her, loving her, as they both floated back down to some semblance of coherence. She grasped Silvia’s right hand tightly, their rings flashing briefly in the candlelight, as she brought them to her lips, kissing her wife’s ring reverently.

“Cómo estás?” Silvia asked softly, disengaging her hand to trace Pepa’s corded wrist. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

A throaty chuckle. “Oh, noo, most certainly not, princessa! I love seeing the wild side of you!” The brunette gleefully nuzzled the elegant neck opposite hers, her lungs full of Silvia’s unique, spicy fragrance. She stayed still for a moment, occasionally swiping her tongue to bestow tiny nips and kisses to the smooth skin, feeling Silvia’s fingers trace swirling patterns on her back.

This. This moment, right here, is where I want to stay forever. The thought brought tears pricking to Pepa’s eyes which didn’t go unnoticed as she moved back to let Silvia rest her head on her shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Fingers squeezed her bicep in reassurance.

“More than okay, cariño.” Pepa sniffed lightly, her head spinning with the overwhelming sense of love and gratitude she felt. “Just when I think I can’t love you any more, somehow I do.”

“The same here.” Silvia agreed quietly, her voice filed with amazement. “It’s wonderful isn’t it?”

“Sí.” Pepa dropped a kiss to the red strands under her nose. “Gracias, mi Silvia, for the gift you are to me.”

“De nada. And for being my gift as well.” Silvia snuggled tighter into her beloved wife’s grip as she felt fingers play with her hair, lulling her to sleep. She inhaled deeply, catching the mixture of both their essences, a scent that would echo in what were to be surely sweet dreams.

“Feliz Navidad, Pepa.” A sleepy voice whispered.

A wide, tender smile that was unseen, yet still sensed in the darkness of the room. “Feliz Navidad, mi Silvia.”