Santa Claus?
Name: Lauri
Challenge: Sugar Plum 1 (My true love gave to me), Malt: Prompt from I'll Jingle YOUR Bells ficathon, "Roleplay."
Story: It's a one-shot piece. You could call it "The Clauses."
Word Count: 437
Rating: I'd say PG-13.
Notes: Yes this is Santa and Mrs. Claus. It gets a touch steamy but not beyond that.
"Hop on over here, big boy."
Nicholas stopped the pink bunny ear headband slipped slightly. "What? Oh please, Marta, I'm wearing the ears, is that not enough for you?"
His wife pouted a bit, "But Nicholas, I love to see you move."
"But HOPPING? Hmph if you want the Easter Bunny so badly why didn't you marry HIM instead." He turned away and stroked his long white beard.
Marta laughed, and the slight wrinkles around her eyes and mouth became a bit more prominent. "Because you and I both know that he isn't real. Besides, it's not the bunny that I really want so badly."
He turned and smiled at her, then reached up to touch the headband, showing off the biceps formed by 17 centuries of tending to reindeer, and making toys. "Oh? Then why am I wearing these ears in the first place?"
Her eyes twinkled with mischief, "Because I like to see just what you will do for me."
He laughed heartily at that. "Well, that goes both ways, just what will you do for me, dearest?"
"What did you have in mind?" she asked as she looked him over. He wasn't as lean as he used to be, but there was still more muscle than flab. Let Madison Avenue sell that Clement C. Moore version of Santa, she'd keep her Nicholas.
"Why don't you come over here, and I'll whisper it into your ear?" He surveyed her form with a smile. Sure her hair was a bit more white than the chesnut it was when he married her, and the curves were a bit more curvy, but she was still the most desirable woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
Seconds later he had closed the distance between them, and pulled the ears off as he pulled her into his arms. He whispered softly in her ears words only she could hear, and grinned as his wife's cheeks turned a touch more rosy.
She leaned up to press her lips to his as her hand slid the brown leather belt loose. The other hand slid underneath the green silk robe and she played with the curls on his chest.
He pressed into the kiss, as he ran his hands through her hair, she'd been baking again. Gingerbread from the smell of it. The woman knew just what could drive him wild. He moveds his kisses to her neck, and nibbled on her ear. His eyes went wide a moment later when he realized just where her hands had moved too.
"Perhaps we should finish this on the bed?"
"Sounds Naughty and Nice to me."
Challenge: Sugar Plum 1 (My true love gave to me), Malt: Prompt from I'll Jingle YOUR Bells ficathon, "Roleplay."
Story: It's a one-shot piece. You could call it "The Clauses."
Word Count: 437
Rating: I'd say PG-13.
Notes: Yes this is Santa and Mrs. Claus. It gets a touch steamy but not beyond that.
"Hop on over here, big boy."
Nicholas stopped the pink bunny ear headband slipped slightly. "What? Oh please, Marta, I'm wearing the ears, is that not enough for you?"
His wife pouted a bit, "But Nicholas, I love to see you move."
"But HOPPING? Hmph if you want the Easter Bunny so badly why didn't you marry HIM instead." He turned away and stroked his long white beard.
Marta laughed, and the slight wrinkles around her eyes and mouth became a bit more prominent. "Because you and I both know that he isn't real. Besides, it's not the bunny that I really want so badly."
He turned and smiled at her, then reached up to touch the headband, showing off the biceps formed by 17 centuries of tending to reindeer, and making toys. "Oh? Then why am I wearing these ears in the first place?"
Her eyes twinkled with mischief, "Because I like to see just what you will do for me."
He laughed heartily at that. "Well, that goes both ways, just what will you do for me, dearest?"
"What did you have in mind?" she asked as she looked him over. He wasn't as lean as he used to be, but there was still more muscle than flab. Let Madison Avenue sell that Clement C. Moore version of Santa, she'd keep her Nicholas.
"Why don't you come over here, and I'll whisper it into your ear?" He surveyed her form with a smile. Sure her hair was a bit more white than the chesnut it was when he married her, and the curves were a bit more curvy, but she was still the most desirable woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
Seconds later he had closed the distance between them, and pulled the ears off as he pulled her into his arms. He whispered softly in her ears words only she could hear, and grinned as his wife's cheeks turned a touch more rosy.
She leaned up to press her lips to his as her hand slid the brown leather belt loose. The other hand slid underneath the green silk robe and she played with the curls on his chest.
He pressed into the kiss, as he ran his hands through her hair, she'd been baking again. Gingerbread from the smell of it. The woman knew just what could drive him wild. He moveds his kisses to her neck, and nibbled on her ear. His eyes went wide a moment later when he realized just where her hands had moved too.
"Perhaps we should finish this on the bed?"
"Sounds Naughty and Nice to me."