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“What do you wanna have for Christmas dinner? You Brits eat Turkey right?” Jensen asked, flopping down on the couch next to Dana. He’d just managed to get Maxwell off to sleep and was excited to get the holiday planning underway.
“Brits might. But I’ve never celebrated Christmas so you can do what you want.” Dana said without looking up from her book.
Jensen’s jaw dropped. “You’ve never celebrated Christmas?”
Dana gazed at Jensen over her glasses. “My parents are Muslim.”
“You’re Muslim? Dana… I kinda feel like maybe I should already know this about you. What the fuck kind of shitty boyfriend am I?”
Dana kissed him on the cheek. “I’m not Muslim. I ain’t nuffin am I?”
Jensen laughed. “You full-on morphed into Dick Van Dyke then.”
Dana scowled and hit him.
Jensen started playing with Dana’s hand drawing circles on her palm and running his thumb down her fingers. “So, um… do you not want to do Christmas?”
“We can do whatever. I seriously don’t care either way. As long as you don’t expect me to go to church with you.” Dana replied. “Why what were you thinking?”
Jensen grinned. “Oh, you’re going to love it.”
Jensen worked busily on the roof. He’d double-check the blueprints they made and then staple gun a string of lights into place and repeat the process. He was rugged up against the cold. A thick jacket on and a beanie pulled down over his ears. His nose was pink from the cold and he was cursing the fact he needed to wear fingerless gloves to do this job. It felt like he was losing feeling to his fingers.
Dana was on the ground with her own plans and was soldering different strings of lights together and testing them to make sure they did what they were supposed to. She’d then wrap them and put them in piles labeling them for each grid reference.
It took well over a week of constant work before they were done. They’d stay up ridiculously late planning and working on a computer program. When they were finished there barely seemed like an inch of their cottage wasn’t covered in lights. They spread out through the garden, creating paths through the lawn, spiraling up trees, twisting around their garden fence.
They invited Jensen’s sister Sarah and niece Chloe around along with the other Losers. The group stood across the road in the dark, huddled together to keep warm.
“This better be good, Jensen,” Clay growled. “I did not drive all the way out to this shitty ‘burb to freeze my nuts off.”
“Hey, boss. There are kids here.” Pooch scolded, jiggling his daughter on his hip.
Clay held his hands up. “Mea Culpa.”
Jensen stepped out into the street. “Thanks, everyone for coming out. You are about to witness art in it’s purest form. When we first started down the path of creating this visual masterpiece…”
“Get on with it, Jensen!” The crowd jeered.
“I couldn’t have done this without, Dana. Love you, boo.” Jensen quickly added. He opened his laptop on his leg and typed something in.
Music exploded out of the loudspeakers. The lights on the house flickered along with the beat.
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world…
People from the neighboring houses came out to see what was going on. By the end of the song, the street was filled with people. Children were dancing to the music in the middle of the road and when the final chords of the song played out everyone started cheering.
“Alright. I have to admit. That was impressive.” Clay said, clapping Jensen on the shoulder.
The lights were just the beginning of Jensen’s plans. They decorated the house, put up a tree. Jensen purchased a series of Christmas onesies for Maxwell. A reindeer, a snowman, Santa, an elf. Jensen started to wear ugly Christmas sweaters. Often with sex jokes knitted somewhere into them.
They braved the mall. Dana could have done without that if she was honest. Jensen insisted on a Santa photo for Maxwell. Maxwell cried the whole time. For some reason, that somehow made it better.
They overdid it on the gift buying. It was always Jensen’s thing to buy gifts. Having an excuse was unleashing actual Santa onto his family and friends. Their tree ended up looking like a Macy’s window display.
For some reason, on Christmas night Jensen insisted on putting out milk and cookies for Santa.
“You know he’s not real, right?” Dana said, filling a glass with milk.
“Shhh… it’s for Max.” Jensen scolded.
Dana laughed. “He’s three months old, ya knob.”
Jensen came over and stroked his hand over Max’s head and kissed him. “Don’t listen to your, mommy. She’s pretty but she’s kinda mean.”
Dana hit him. “Are you done? Can I put him down now?”
“Yep, all set,” Jensen said.
Dana disappeared with Maxwell and reappeared a little while later. Jensen was sitting on the table eating one of the cookies.
“Hey don’t eat them without me.” Dana scolded.
Jensen held a cookie out to her. “But you don’t believe in Santa.”
“That doesn’t even make any sense, ya bloody idiot.”
Jensen slid off the table and sauntered over to her. “Have you liked your first Christmas?”
Dana shrugged. “It’s been alright. Kinda weird. Like being back at school and being made to color in pictures of Santa. But I do like how much you like it.”
Jensen leaned down and hovered his mouth over Dana’s. “You still up for visiting Sarah and Clo tomorrow for lunch?”
“Uh-huh. Now stop talking about your sister.” Dana said.
Their lips met and he lifted her from the floor putting her on the table as they kissed. Their mouths moved slowly, languidly. Taking this moment of peace and quiet to really appreciate each other. Jensen’s hand slipped under her shirt and lifted it over her head.
He traced his fingers over her breasts. “Can I touch ‘em yet?”
Dana shook her head. “Now less than ever. That kid bites.”
“But I wanna bite too,” Jensen whined.
“You can bite other places.”
Jensen licked up her neck and bit just below her jaw. “Here?”
Dana hummed. “Uh-huh.”
He kissed along her collarbone biting just at the corner of her neck. “Here?”
She squirmed, grinding against his cock. It pressed against her through their jeans. “Yes.”
He kissed down her chest and along her stomach, biting her on the side. She squealed. “Here?”
“No, you complete arse.” She yelped.
Jensen laughed and continued kissing her. He unfastened her jeans and pulled both them and her panties off in one go, nearly pulling her off the table.
He grabbed her leg and ran his tongue up her inner thigh biting just as he reached her hips. She groaned lying back on the table. “Here?” He asked.
“Yes.” She breathed. “Fuck, Jensen.”
He slipped his tongue between her folds and ran up and down, circling and flicking at her clit with it before biting it. Dana moaned arching of the table and gripping at his hair. “There.” She cried.
Jensen chuckled and pushed his middle finger inside of her. He pumped it in and out while he tongued at her clit. As she started to lose control, writhing under him, he curled his finger, pushing hard against her g-spot and dragging it down. He repeated the process again and again. Curl, press, drag. Her toes curled and she clamped her knees around his head. The sounds she made became, primal. Complete base level loss of control moaning. They spurred him on. He bit and sucked at her clit. She came, shoving her fist in her mouth to muffle the guttural scream she made.
Jensen stood and dropped his pants. He stepped close to the table and dragged Dana to the edge of the table. He lined his cock up with her entrance and she used her foot to push him away.
“Take off your bloody shirt, Jensen. How many times?”
Jensen laughed and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Readjusting his glasses and grinning down at her. “Better, sweetie?”
Dana bit her lip and nodded.
“Yeah, you like my bod, huh? Dontcha, Dana?” Jensen taunted.
“Shut up, Jensen,” Dana whined.
Jensen slid his cock up and down between Dana’s folds. “Go on, say it. Say how hot you think I am.”
“You are incredibly fit, Jensen. Now please, fuck me.”
Jensen grabbed Dana by the hips and thrust into her. She gasped and clenched around him. She grabbed his hands and then linked their fingers together as he fucked her. They were rough and frantic. Racing each other to come first. Dana writhed and arched off the table while Jensen pounded into her.
“Jake. Fuck… I need… I need.” Dana panted.
Jensen pulled a hand free from hers and began to work her clit. She came for a second time. Core clenching and back arching off the table. Her orgasm pushed Jensen over and he came inside of her.
After slipping from her, Jensen helped Dana to her feet. “Is fucking on the table a normal Christmas tradition?” Dana teased.
“It can be. We should make it one.” Jensen answered, hooking his arm around Dana’s shoulder.
“Okay, I guess Christmas is pretty cool then,” Dana said. “We should get some sleep though. Our spawn is gonna be up in a couple of hours.”
Dana started heading to the bedroom but Jake caught her by the shoulders and spun her to face him. “Merry Christmas, Dana.” He said leaning down and kissing her.
“Merry Christmas, Jake.”