Christmas Eve when they’re at the studio, they all agree to leave early to spend time with their family during the evening instead of being miserable at the studio. So you’re at home by yourself, thinking that he’s going to be so much later because that’s what he told you this morning. ‘Unsure of when I’ll be home, but late’, before giving you a kiss to the lips and heading out the door.
You had done all the last minute things before spending a quiet Christmas morning with your love, and then a party at Freddie’s during the evening. You’d washed the sheets on the bed and all the blankets so you could snuggle and hold each other in the morning without any sort of rush, wrapped up all of his presents which were sitting nicely under the tree in the corner of the living room, and now you were mindlessly dancing around the kitchen, a bowl in your hands as you stirred the batter for cookies. One of Roger’s black button-ups was draped over your shoulders, buttoned three times in the middle to give a teasing glance at your bare skin, a simple pair of black panties and fuzzy socks. You were comfortable humming and skidding around the kitchen to Christmas songs coming from the vinyl player. The cookies would be done hopefully right before your boyfriend came home, so things were good. So good, you thought to yourself, resting the bowl onto the counter.
Roger pushed the door open to the flat, the intense domestic nature of what you were doing hitting his senses right away as he heard the music and saw the lights on in the living room. He made note to shut the door gently so you didn’t hear him before pattering his way towards the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks in the doorway and leaned against it while watching you.
“Santa baby,” You sang along to the music into the spoon with your eyes shut. Roger lifted his hand up to cover his mouth. “Slip a sable under the tree, for me~. Been an awful good girl.” You made that sound more sultry than it needed, nearly theatrical in its presentation for you thought you were still alone. With an arm in the air, you turned and leaned back against the counter in a more sensual pose, “Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.” You slipped onto your knees in a silly way, but to you, it was more about the heat of the moment. You were having fun. And Roger was more than thrilled to watch you act this way. It was a gift upon itself.
“Wow, you look hot, babe.” Roger finally peeped up when you threw your head back to expose your neck and more of your chest as you followed the beat. “Kind of wish you were doin’ this for me, though.”
“Oh my god, Rog!” You screeched, sitting back and holding your make-shift microphone spoon close to your chest. “What the…” You glanced at the clock. 3 PM. “What are you doing home? I wasn’t expecting you until later! Well, later than bloody 3!”
It was his turn to drop to his knees in front of you, crawling rather seductively towards you. He still had his fur jacket on, still had his shoes on and he was also wearing a very dark smirk that you couldn’t put a meaning to. Well, you could, but you found yourself derailed at the fact that you could peer into his shirt and see the pale skin waiting to be touched by you later this evening. “We figured we’d leave early today. No sense in jolting around a studio when we all want to be at home, enjoying the holiday.” You gazed at him hesitantly as he grasped your legs and pulled you towards him slowly. You slipped across the wooden floor with ease, your breath hitching as you were now mere centimeters away from a kiss. Roger smiled cheekily, grabbing the spoon out of your hand and tossing it carelessly onto the counter. His blue eyes were darker than they usually were, dilated as he gazed down at you longingly. You were like a little present, waiting for him to unwrap you one piece of clothing at a time.
The song was still playing in the background, now just a noise as all you were paying attention to was Roger. “I didn’t think we were actually going to open presents until tomorrow, but you,” He uttered, “but I just can’t help myself.”
“Roger, I need to finish the coo… oh…” You moaned out lightly as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before daringly baring his teeth there and scraping them along your sensitive skin. “alright, you win.”
And with that, your lover gave you one flashy smile before diving in for another open-mouth kiss as the song came to a gentle close, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his waiting lap as he fell back into a seated position on the kitchen floor.
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