Santa Baby

Rating: PG-13, I guess

Original Date of Completion: December 2002

Disclaimer: I own them both, and you can't have them. Really, this is 100% fake and conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. That means it's fiction, so don't sue me. The song featured in this is "Santa Baby" as sang by Eartha Kitt. I don't own her, so therefore the song is used without permission.

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I watch him in silence as he steps into the room, fresh from the shower with a towel draped loosely around his waist. He's completely oblivious of my presence, but that WAS the reason I was hiding in a closet right now. Something told me that surprising him with this whole thing would make it that much better. I don't know honestly know where I got the idea to begin with. I just heard the song, and the next thing I knew the idea was implanted in my brain. And I figured what the heck, the holidays are supposed to be about fun. And what would be more fun than strutting around for Cheli in just a pair of green silk boxers and a santa hat? Actually, I can answer that question, the look on his face when he saw me.

As he sits down on the bed I make my move, slowly pushing the closet doors open and crawling from it. He still doesn't see me, even as I get to my feet in the view of the mirror directly in front of him. I straighten out my hat and ease quietly to the stereo, pressing play for the CD. He jumps in surprise as the music starts, his eyes glancing quickly around the room. As his eyes take me in, a weird look comes across his face. If I didn't know better I'd almost think it was a smile, in the weird Cheli way.

"What the Hell are you doing?" He asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I don't have a chance to reply as the sweet sounds of Eartha Kitt begin to fill our ears, giving me my cue to begin my routine.

"Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me." I walked in front of him and with a grin pulled the santa hat from my head. He glared and tried to lean back, but I succeeded in placing it on his head. "I've been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,"

As the word "tonight" leaves my mouth I graze my hand down Cheli's chest, avoiding his nipples and pulling my hand away before I reached the towel. I stared at him with a grin, and again a smile twitched at his lips but didn't break through.

"Do you even know what a sable is?" He teased, raising an eyebrow.

Again, I couldn't reply as the song resumed. Instead I knelt in front of him, snaking a hand slowly up his leg.

"Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue. I'll wait up for you dear, Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,"

"Have you even seen a '54 convertible?" He gasped as my hand danced along his thigh. I snickered in reply, pulling my hand from beneath the towel as the next verse started. To accompany the lyrics I jumped behind him on the bed and pulled his head back to look at me.

"Think of all the fun I've missed. Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed," I brushed my lips lightly against his, pulling away before an actual kiss could occur. "Next year I could be just as good, if you check off my Christmas list,"

I licked down his cheek then pushed him away. I climbed off the bed and walked back around in front of him, walking as sexily as I could. When I turned back to face him a slight grin graced his lips. But as soon as I giggled, it disappeared, replaced with a mock glare.

"I'll check something all right," He grumbled, trying to stand up.

I pushed him back down forcefully by the shoulders. He glared and tried again, but this time I straddled his hips and wrapped my arms around his neck, just as the music resumed.

"Santa honey, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot. I've been an angel all year, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,"

"Some angel," He scoffed, glaring at me again as I wiggled in his lap. "Wasn't it you just last night begging me to fu..."

"Shut up," I growled, stopping him with a finger on the lips. A cocky smirk spread across his lips and he nipped at my finger. I pulled it away with a gasp, pushing him back onto the bed as the song continued.

"Santa honey, one little thing I really need. The deed," He growled and rolled me onto my back, nipping at my neck. I pushed him away with a giggle, resuming the song without a second thought. "To a platinum mine. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,"

"I'll tell you where you can get that platinum mine. Right up your..."

I pushed him back onto the bed, stopping his words as I straddled his chest. He glared up at me and squirmed beneath my hips, growling as I wiggled backward, stopping just above his dick. That smile was still twitching at his lips, but he continued to hold it down. I vowed to make him smile full on before the end of the song, even if I had to resort to drastic measures.

"Santa cutie, come fill my stocking with a duplex and checks. Sign your 'X' on the line, Santa baby. And hurry down the chimney tonight,"

"I'll fill your stocking," He growled as he sat up, wrapping his arms around my back.

I giggled and pushed my lips onto his. We shared a few brief kisses before I pulled away, keeping his bottom lip trapped between my teeth. He growled again and dug his nails into my hip. I simply snickered as I set his lip free, then slipped my hand into his hair, grabbing a loose handful.

"Shut up, Cheli," I uttered with a growl of my own, licking along his jaw.

"Fuck you, Malts," He rasped, thrusting his hips against me as I bit down on his earlobe.

I opened my mouth for rebuttal, but the music resumed before I had the chance. With a grin I continued in my song.

"Come and trim my Christmas tree, with some decorations bought at Tiffany's. I really do believe in you. Let's see if you believe in me,"

"Believe in this," He growled, rolling me onto my back again and placing himself between my hips.

Out of instinct (yeah, that's it), I wrapped my legs around him. This wasn't part of the routine, but I wasn't going to complain. Especially not now, because his towel just came undone. But I still couldn't let him think I was going willingly, even if the silk tent I was sporting said differently. I struggled weakly against him and it was that which succeeded in my mission and brought a smile a smile to his face. But it didn't last long as it morphed into a full blown smirk as he pinned my wrists above my head.

"Are you done?" He asked, grinding against me.

I shook my head in reply, smirking as the last verse began. "Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,"

"It's not little," He growled, nipping at my chest.

"A ring," I continued, ignoring the hardness pressed against me. "I don't mean on the phone, Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight,"

With the finish of my song he pushed his lips onto mine. Our kisses took off in a sloppy flurry, our hands roaming eagerly along each other's bodies. My hands quickly traveled to his towel, pushing it the remaining way off, then caressing the firm globes of his ass. He growled into the kiss and grabbed at my wrists, pulling them away and pinning them back above my head. He pulled away from me and stared down with a smirk.

"Merry Christmas, Malts," He whispered, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Cheli," I giggled, thrusting up against him.

"So where's my present?"

I giggled again, then glanced downward at my boxers. "I wrapped it in green silk. Think you can find it?"

"Present found," He grinned as he tucked his fingers past the waistband of my shorts. "Now it's time to unwrap,"

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