Kink the Halls: A Christmas Novella

by Dawn Robertson

  Nothing beats a good fireplace, seriously. Even in the city, it has been a must for me. The red brick accents are perfect for the rustic feel of Star's house. All of the handmade stockings Miss Domestic Goddess made hang with pride, and a homey touch. I have to admit a hint of jealousy. Who wouldn't? Everything is beautiful, I never thought Star would ever become such a well put together woman. My heart is so full of pride. But seriously, enough of this sappy bullshit, I gotta get laid.

  “Seven, the house is packed,” Levi laughs in a whisper as I pull him down onto the sprawling soft rug that lays center in front of the fireplace. To our right are the stairs leading to where most of the house is asleep. The left is a wall of windows, set behind the nearly nine foot Christmas tree decorated to a tee. Cranberries and popcorn strung, tinsel all over the damn place, and ornaments I never thought I would see again in my life.

  “When has that ever stopped us, come on, Levi. Pppppleaseeeee,” he can't resist when I beg. I know that. I will use every last weakness of his. I will totally bring out the big guns if he doesn't cave. He gets up, taking a few steps to the couch and tosses a couple accent pillows onto the floor before grabbing the huge blanket off the back of the couch. Something about fucking with a Santa Claus blanket seems so naughty. Right up my damn alley!

  “What if Santa Claus catches us?” he laughs, and lowers down to the floor. His body blankets mine, and instantly my body is on fire. I have been aching for his touch, even if I was stuffing my face first. Pregnant priorities I tell you!

  “Then I am guessing he will see how much of a naughty bitch I have been all year?” I can't help but laugh, because it’s true. I pull the thin fabric of the t-shirt over my head and drop it onto the rug next to us. I open my mouth in surprise and cover it with my hand. Neither of us can take the situation seriously. Who could? His body presses against me harder pushing his hard cock into my stomach.

  His mouth leans in and takes mine in an urgent kiss. My mouth parts, roughly invading his with a smooth swipe of my tongue. My mouth catches the moan he lets out in between his heavy breathing. My fingers pull at the thin fabric of his boxers which are the only thing keeping us apart. Every second that goes by, I become increasingly frantic. This is the new normal though, I just can't get enough.

  (Levi)

  In the middle of the damn living room. Leave it to Seven to take shit to the extreme, again. Not that I really mind. It wouldn't be the first time we almost got caught either. Fuck! I need to stop over thinking everything and just enjoy those fucking amazing tits pressed up against my naked chest. Those boobs, fuck! They just keep growing. Even though they were downright perfect before, I can't help but enjoy them even more now.

  As our mouths dance for control, Seven seductively sucks my tongue and I’m done. I push my boxers the rest of the way down my legs, even though Seven has been fumbling with them. I need to dive into her. I just can't wait anymore.

  I fling my boxers off, and palm my cock; holding it right at her wet cunt. She is always so fucking ready for me. I wonder if I will be able to keep up with her new found stamina that has gone along with this pregnancy. She was insatiable before, but now I’m worried she is going to kill me. Not that it would be a bad way to go. Death by fucking?

  My dick pushes against her opening as the wet warmth of her pussy envelops my erection. I will never tire of this feeling, it is perfect. Everything about being inside Seven is pure heaven. Nothing about this will ever get old. So fucking what if we built our relationship on sex at first. Who cares? I will never get why couples make such a big deal out of all the other emotional bullshit. If you don't fuck good together, you won't last. Simple as that.

  She bucks her ass, meeting my every thrust. Even on the bottom she wants control, but it’s become a give and take in the bedroom, just not in our lives. I can't lie though, there is nothing like the feel of her dominating me.

  Her hand pushes between our bodies rubbing her swollen clit. Seven's moans echo through the spacious living room, and her other hand grabs at my ass. Nails dig in and I can't help but let out a deep throaty moan of my own. It feels too fucking good. Her fingers sink lower, and lower until her hand cups my balls.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?” I'm not sure where that just came from, or who is yelling, but I get the distinct feeling we are no longer alone, and fucking on the living room floor may have not been one of Seven's best ideas. Both of our heads snap towards the stairs, in the direction of the voice. Star stands at the landing of the stairs with her hands on her hips with a confused look. I am pretty sure she wants to be mad, but she is mere seconds away from laughing.

  “Ooops,” Seven laughs from under me. The vibrations of her body make me want to fucking come right this second, but the fact that we now have an audience has ruined that for me.

  “Really guys? Seriously? There are kids in the house!” Mother Star has spoken, and now we shall be banished back to our bedroom.

  “My bad, I keep forgetting about the flock of kids in our lives. They fucking popped up out of nowhere!” Seven laughs, and it’s true. I am still frozen in place, balls deep in Seven but my hard-on has taken a run for the hills. I just don't want to move.

  I kick my foot around looking for my missing boxers while Seven shifts, throwing the blanket over me. Without second thought she stands up, completely naked, grabs her t-shirt and walks down the hallway. Before she turns the corner, she points at me and in a stern tone says, “I'm not done with you,” and Star just laughs.

  Do I really look that fazed?

  (River)

  She almost fucking left. Vegas? Really? Had I ignored her badly enough that she wanted to take off? I feel bad, I really do. I just didn't want to fucking scare her off. Maybe she wants more? I just don't trust myself around her. Every time she touches me, all the caveman instincts running deep within my body rage to the surface. I want to grab her by the hair, and fuck her up against a wall.

  I went home for the night with the idea that I needed to distance myself a bit. That didn't last long since I’m sitting on the living room couch in Star's house now. I came back, almost as soon as I left. The entire family is celebrating Christmas first thing in the morning, and I didn't want to miss a single moment of Scarlett opening presents. It never gets old, she is my world.

  Now, I’m just debating on where I’m going to sleep. The couch is comfy, there is an open spare bedroom, or do I return to Paisley's room. Will she even let me back in tonight, or will she think whatever this is between us is only based on sex. God, the sex was awesome. Fuck this, I want her. I want her tonight, and I don't want to wait. I won't fucking wait. She’s mine now, and I am not going to bother myself with fucking sleeping alone because I’m worried about what she may think. When did I turn into such a fucking vagina?

  I quietly climb the stairs two at a time until I am standing in front of her door. I try the knob, but it’s locked. I guess after the show last night she remembered the door actually does, in fact, lock. I knock a couple times, and I can hear the bed shift.

  “Paisley,” I loudly whisper. Then I hear her bare feet making their way across the hardwood flooring. The knob unlocks and turns. I feel like the breath has been knocked out of me. She is gorgeous, even more so with her sleepy rumpled blonde bedhead. The short red Mrs. Claus type nightgown hangs to her knees, and she rubs her eyes. I want to be gentle. I honestly do. But, I can't.

  I push my way through the door, passing her and pacing a couple times across the floor. All while her beautiful baby blues follow me. She doesn't say a word, she just watches, taking in every simple movement I make. My hands fly through my hair repeatedly. The black spikes stand on end, and heat washes over me. I need to touch her. I need to take her. I can't fucking hold back.

  I roughly grab her by the hips and thrust her back against the bedroom wall. She watches me with lust filled eyes, while I pull at my jeans. My mouth finds hers, every action full of need, not want. She kisses me back as if her life depends on it; this only encourages my
inexcusable actions. My tongue invades her mouth, and she welcomes it. Her warm mouth tastes like mouthwash, mixed with sugar, late night Christmas cookies and I swear it is the best fucking thing I have ever tasted.

  Paisley's tongue massages mine, and I lose it. I pull my dick from my pants, and spin her around. I lift her arms above her head, holding them with my free hand as my jeans fall to the floor. The thud of my belt buckle carries through the room, and I hike her nightgown up just enough to catch the view of her perfectly round ass.

  No fucking panties. She is trying to kill me. Without thought, I slap her ass. The crack sings through the silent night air and it’s fucking music to my ears. I need no more encouragement as I slam my rock hard cock into her from behind. She gasps with surprise and I continue to pump into her. Her moans get louder as I get rougher. I can't get deep enough inside her, it just isn't physically possible. I need more. I want more. Fuck!

  Her cunt tightens around my throbbing cock, and I feel her start to ride the wave of her orgasm. As she moans my name, her pussy locks like a vice grip and I can't fucking take it anymore. I push into her one last time and hold still. Releasing my seed deep inside of her slick cunt. Spurt by spurt it floods into her, and I remain frozen in place. My hand releases her wrists, and both arms wrap tightly around her body. I place a kiss on the back of her neck, while I burrow my nose into her hair, inhaling deeply and enjoying her sweet scent.

  “Fuck, I'm sorry,” I breathe out against the hot skin of her neck. I shouldn't have been so fucking rough. I hate that I can't control myself around her. I hate that I know my own behavior is going to scare her away. I pull out of her, and start to back away when her hand grabs mine, and pulls me close to her. I rest my forehead against hers, and she places the sweetest most intimate kiss against my lips, and repeats the same on both of my cheeks. The act is, by far, one of the most personal moments I’ve ever shared with a woman, and I surprisingly like it. Everything about Paisley, I fucking adore.

  “It's okay, River. I love every moment I share with you,” she whispers into my ear, and I’m pretty sure I’m a fucking goner. I just hope she can accept me. All of me. All the fucked up pieces, the damage my parents caused, the resentment I live with every day when it comes to Chrome. I may hide myself well, but I am not the sweet, good guy everyone seems to think I am.

  I pray Paisley can repair me.

  (Seven)

  I haven't seen four in the morning in years. I mean, of course I have pulled all-nighters, but I have never gone to bed only to get up a whole three hours later and watch kids tear presents open under a Christmas tree. I’m sure this is something I’m going to have to get used to, but this whole picture perfect Christmas morning stuff is doing a number on me.

  I yawn and fall back on the couch. Levi's arms wrap around me, and I snuggle in close to his chest. Maybe if I doze off no one will notice.

  “O-M-G!” Magnolia screams through the sea of wrapping paper covering the floor. Kids actually speak in text now? What is this world coming to? She stands, leaping across the room heading straight for me. Fuck!

  “THANKYOUSOMUCHAUNTSEVEN!!!!!!” Take a breath child, please. Don't pass out on account of a damn present. I look at elf Levi next to me wondering what the hell he bought this child that has her bouncing off the walls. He gives me a wink and she waves the box through the air.

  “Just what I wanted!!!!!” she yells some more. An iPad box presses tight against her chest. She is hugging the box. Well, at least I get super aunt points my first year in this game. Counts for something right?

  “Be sure you thank Uncle Levi too,” I give her a hug, and go right back to my human body pillow. I smile when I think about the box under the tree I wrapped for Levi. I hid it all the way in the back, so the kids and everyone else would have their excitement first.

  Star sits next to the tree, in between Chrome's legs passing out all the presents. Reading each label carefully, and tossing the gift in the appropriate direction. I’m almost asleep again when I hear her call my name. A present? For me? No way. She tosses a small box in my direction, and I grab it before it nails me right in the forehead.

  “I'm gonna get you back for that, bitch.” I growl at her while I read the label. It reads:

  To: Seven

  From: Levi

  I thought we have agreed no gifts? I mean, yeah he agreed to it. I didn't. But I didn't want him to get me anything. Fucker. As I pull at the corner piece of wrapping paper, Levi wiggles out from under me. Moving a safe distance away, because I am sure he thinks I’m about to chuck this box at him.

  Inside there is an overwhelming amount of tissue paper, I pull and I pull until there is nothing left in the box but two tickets. Plane tickets?

  “We're going to Paris before the baby is born. Call it a baby-moon.” I think I’m going to cry. Wait. Seven fucking James can't fucking cry, especially in front of all these people. I choke back the lump in my throat, and I pull my scheming husband into my arms. This is probably one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. Hell, he is the only person who has ever gone out of his way for me, and I love him for it. Without a single doubt in my mind.

  “Wait, Levi... there is something here for you too,” Star interrupts, and hands him the box. It is small, but the contents of it have such meaning in our relationship. I thought long and hard about what I wanted to give him as a gift. It is more than just a present, it is a commitment, a step in our relationship. While we have gone at warp speed, we are still wading through the waters of each other. We are new. We are anxious, and wary at times. He walks on eggshells, and I try to be gentle with him. Because that is what he deserves.

  “I thought we said no presents, Seven?” he questions me while he works on the sleek silver bell wrapping paper. I give him a grin, and give it back to him. “I thought that’s what we said,” and holding the tickets up I laugh.

  “Okay...” he opens the box.

  (Levi)

  I’m not sure what I’m supposed to make of this. I think Seven knew I was going to break our no present rule, but I never expected anything from her. Now, I’m sitting here staring at the most cryptic present I’ve ever been given. There is a letter with my name on the outside of the thick off white envelope, and a set of keys.

  “What is all this?” I look at her, and she is damn near bouncing up and down on the couch. A big change since she was dead asleep on me a few minutes ago. I pick the keys up out of the box, and she fumbles with her cell phone. She taps the screen a couple times and clings the device to her chest.

  “You ready?” she asks, and all I can do is nod. She turns the phone in my direction, and there is a picture of a house. The white picket fence type. Its blue with perfect country white shutters. A big wrap around porch, and a perfectly manicured lawn.

  “Those keys, go to this house,” she takes a deep breath, and drops the phone. “I know I wasn't ready before when you wanted to make this step, but I needed to do it on my terms, Levi. This is our new home, it’s a five bedroom county home in Greenwich. We can both still commute into the city. This is our home, Levi. Our family home.”

  Of all the things I’ve never expected from this woman, it was her giving up the city. Giving up her easy commute, her penthouse palace. Seven James moving to the 'burbs? Wow. I can't say anything because, for once, this woman who typically drives me up a wall has left me utterly speechless. Which is pretty damn hard.

  It’s more than just a house, it’s a new chapter for us. I can still hear her asking me to leave when I brought up getting a place together. Those weeks were fucking agony. But, it all makes perfect sense now. The control freak herself could make this step, as long as she was the one initiating it.

  “This is the best gift, well, besides our baby,” I grab her and pull her into my lap. She kisses my cheek, and squeezes me tight.

  “Open the envelope,” she whispers in my ear.

  “Not the documents for the house?” she shakes her head, and I pull out the letter. />
  Dear Levi,

  In the short time we have been together, we have been through a world of change. We are about to embark on this biggest and most wild ride either of us have ever been on. I knew life would be different, so this is my way of telling you effective January 1st, I am resigning as CEO of Alexander Mobile.

  In the long run, this is better for our family.

  I will be focusing on starting my own firm, and I hope you will join me in this project. Together, we can take over the world.

  A new baby, a new home, a new beginning.

  Your Seven

  I never thought I would see the day when Seven James could walk away from Alexander Mobile. It was more than a company and business takeover for her. It was revenge. But with Daniel gone I guess she doesn't need it anymore.

  I feel like I want to cry. We have come so far. She has let her walls down so much for me. I only hope that I can never let her down like I have let so many down in my lifetime. I swallow the lump in my throat, and squeeze her as tight as she is still holding me.

  “I would follow you anywhere Seven, anywhere.”

  (Star)

  HA! Seven Fuckin' James just fucking gave up Manhattan. I don't know whether to laugh or cry because I’m pretty sure the apocalypse is coming. I want to wave my hands and scream about the end of the world. The zombies are coming! Dooms day prepper's were right! I should have a storm cellar filled with guns and tear gas. Dammit!

  “Congratulations on leaving Manhattan,” I laugh as they maul each other on the couch. Good for them. It warms my heart to see Seven so damn happy for once in her life. It has been such a series of ups and downs over the years. She deserves it.