Page 88 of Missiletoe
I mean, I didn’t get him anything either, but it was because I was too busy sucking Paris’s dick, knitting hats, riding Paris’s dick, learning about dogs, getting rimmed by Paris, and making Baz’s gift.
“Here you go, Baz. Merry Giftmas!” I shoved a huge box into my brother’s hands, nearly vibrating out of my seat with excitement.
“Oh, you really shouldn’t have!” Baz already had my present ripped open by the time he got toreally, so he was on his feet and screaming at the top of his lungs by the time he got tohaveso it was kind of hard to make out.
The second Gareth realized what I’d gotten Baz, he shot to his feet, ripped out Baz’s promise voucher, and said, “You can only play with that at the bomb range.”
“FUCK!!!” Baz went to his knees cradling the drone he’d been begging me for, complete with tiny rockets and everything. “Why did I think that booklet would be a good idea?!”
I thought Gareth’s reaction was on the extreme side, but then he didn’t know I’d nerfed Baz’s original design idea and only made the drone a little bit lethal.
After a hug from me and a head pat from Paris, we left Baz to his misery and exchanged gifts with each other.
When I opened mine, I squeed, pulled it out of the box, and hugged it to my chest. It was a bunny pajama onesie, complete with a fluffy little tail, a bunny ear hood, and bunny paws to go over my hands and feet.
“Thank you, Paris! I’m going to be so warm while I work on making my new workshop this winter.”
I’d just begun to add a turret to the shelter so I could have a workshop there when Paris and I needed to stay at the shelter overnight. It was going to take forever, and I’d resigned myself to freezing my tail off during the process.
I covered Paris with kisses and then handed him my gift.
When he opened it, he shut the box immediately, said, “The shelter is closed, time for everyone to go home. Merry Christmas!” then picked me and the box up and started to carry me upstairs.
I had enough time to call out, “Baz take the hats off the dogs before you go!” before we were up the stairs and out of sight.
Paris took us to our room, and it was twelve times nicer than it was the first time I saw it.
Over the past few weeks, he and I had worked to get his office stuff out of there and into the part of the turret I’d already completed. Now we had a better bed, a tiny worktable for me, a huge fucking box of sex toys, and enough lube to drown a person in.
Ew. Forget that last part. That was way too unsexy of a thought for what we were about to do.
When Paris set me on my feet, he handed me the box I’d given him. His ears were red and he rubbed the back of his neck in that endearing way of his when he wants something really badly but his words get tangled up inside.
I waited patiently for him to find his words.
Being with Paris has taught me the value of patience. Italwaysgets me something good when it comes to Paris.
“I want…can you…Bunny, I need to make sure the shelter is secure before…but I really want…” Paris looked like he was being asked to choose between breathing and eating, but he’d given me enough to work with, so I was able to take it from there and put him out of his misery.
I stroked his arm. “It’s okay, hot stuff. Our babies come first. Get them settled, and I’ll get your present ready.”
Relief washed over Paris’s face. “I love you, bunny.” He kissed my head and left. I could hear his footsteps ringing out on the stairs as he raced down them, skipping steps as he went, and making massive, crashing booms every time he landed.
I may be his sweet bunny, but he was my happy, enthusiastic golden retriever.
I’d barely had time to get his present ready when he came back. His sweater and undershirt were already off—presumably left in a trail up the stairs—and he was kicking his shoes off as he unbuttoned his pants.
When he saw me, he screeched to a halt just inside the doorway. He was left wearing one shoe and his pants were unzipped, showing off his mermaid line and his underwear. His eyes had gone coal black with only a thin ring of blue around the pupil.
“Do you like it?” I gave Paris my prettiest smile.
Paris nodded mutely, but he didn’t move, so I turned around to show him all of his present.
I’d gotten him a bunny suit for me too, but mine had a lot less to it than his did.
Mine was just a tiny red velvet skirt lined with white fur and a Santa hat with fluffy white bunny ears. I’d added a bunny tail to the back of the skirt, and I did a little wiggle to make it shake provocatively. Because the skirt was so short, it showed off the skimpy G-string and the sparkly butt plug I’d been wearing all night.
I like to keep myself ready for Paris as much as possible so he can fuck me anytime he wants. I think the universe must approve of my evil ways and has decided to reward me because Paris wants it a LOT.
