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xtremeroswelliaTitle: So Delightful
Authors: NYPDBosco and Xtremeroswellian
Rating: Naughty...and nice
Pairing: Bosco and Faith
Storyline: Faith's being a scrooge. Can Bosco get her in the Christmas spirit?
Faith pushed the drunk Santa they'd arrested into a jail cell, her mouth set in a hard line. "Great. Now we're stuck doin' paperwork on Christmas Eve."
Bosco looked over at her. "Oh like you even care."
She scowled. "You can do the arrest report," she said snippily.
"What's with you today? No, better question. What's been with you the last two weeks?"
Faith didn't reply, moving past him to sit at her desk.
He glanced toward the door then perched on the corner of her desk. "I'm serious, Faith."
"I'm just not in the mood to be peppy," she grumbled.
Shaking his head he let out a breath. "I thought this Christmas was gonna be different. You know...seein' as we're..."
She exhaled and leaned back in her chair. "I'm sorry. It's my first Christmas without the kids."
"I know. Guess I was just hopin' that since it was your first Christmas with me..."
She didn't look at him as she started filling out the paperwork. "I just wanna get this done and go home and go to sleep."
"What?" He frowned deeply. "But I thought you were gonna go with me to Midnight Mass?"
"Boz, I'm really just..." She shook her head. "Not in the mood for church tonight."
"Fine, fine." He threw his hands in the air then pushed himself off the desk, moving to sit down across from her.
She sighed heavily and continued her paperwork. Maybe she could just sleep through the whole holiday.
Sitting down across from her, Bosco gazed at her for a moment then shook his head and picked up a pen to begin filling out a report. He knew this year was going to be difficult for Faith because she wasn't going to be able to spend Christmas with her kids, but he'd really thought that the fact that they were a couple and would be spending the holidays together would help a little. Unfortunately he'd found that he was very wrong.
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Bosco stood outside her door, items in hand and a nervous smile on his face. He pulled her apartment key out of his pocket but then thought better of it. With as ornery as she was at work just an hour ago he wasn't about to just let himself in. Taking a deep breath he knocked softly.
A moment later she appeared, looking both frazzled and surprised. She pulled her terrycloth robe a little closer to her. She'd been about to get in the shower when she heard the knock on the door. "Boz?"
He smiled softly. "Hey. I thought maybe we could..." Bosco shrugged. "I thought maybe I could spend the night?"
She looked at him, guarded, shrugged and stepped out of the way to let him in. "Why'd you bring a picnic basket?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"I thought maybe we could have a picnic," he told her softly as he stepped inside, pausing to kiss her gently.
"Bosco, it's like, five degrees below outside."
"I know." He put the basket down and slowly wound his arms around her. "I just thought maybe I could cheer you up."
She sighed a little, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"Come on, Faith," he whispered. "It's Christmas."
"I really need a shower, Boz."
Taking a deep breath he slowly pulled away from her and nodded his head. "I'll just...wait." He motioned toward the bare Christmas tree in the corner that he'd setup for her over a week ago. "I'll decorate the tree."
"There's not really a point. It'll just be comin' down day after tomorrow." She turned and headed down the hall.
Bosco closed his eyes and said a silent prayer that everything would go as he'd planned.
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As soon as he'd heard the shower turn on Bosco began to put his plan into action. Pulling a flannel blanket out of the picnic basket he'd brought with him he spread it out on the floor near the tree. Making sure the rest of the items he'd brought with were tucked securely in the basket he turned his attention to the Christmas tree, smiled and got started.
Faith took her time drying off and putting on warm flannel pajamas, but she didn't bother drying her hair with a hair dryer, she simply towel dried it a bit and hung up her towel. She emerged from the bathroom and headed down the hallway, intending on fixing a mug of hot chocolate.
It took her mind a moment to register the fact that Bosco was standing in front of her now decorated and brightly lit tree. And he was wearing nothing but a Santa hat.
"Merry Christmas," he told her softly, smiling.
Faith's mouth had dropped open and she was staring at him. "Bosco, what..."
The longer she stared the wider his smile got. "I was hoping I could maybe cheer you up." He motioned toward the blanket on the floor and the picnic basket. "I brought champagne and strawberries."
He knew strawberries were one of her weaknesses and involuntarily a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
With a sly smile on his face he beckoned her over with his finger.
Faith slowly walked toward him, her grin widening a little at the predatory look in his eyes.
Bosco held his hand out to her. "Seein' as it's the wee hours of Christmas morning may I...unwrap you?"
"You may," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
"I was so hoping you'd say that," he murmured against her lips as he began to unbutton her flannel top.
Faith shivered as his fingers brushed against her skin.
"How'd you like my outfit?"
"It's very...becoming," she said with a smirk.
"I thought it was right for the occasion." He kissed her once more as he slowly pushed her pajama top off of her shoulders.
Her shirt dropped to the floor silently and she slid her hands across his bare chest, kissing him deeply as she shifted closer to him.
A soft moan escaped him and he mirrored her movements with his hands on her chest.
She smiled against his lips, then lowered her head down to nibble lightly on his neck.
"I was hopin' this would help get you in the spirit," he told her very softly as his hands cupped her breasts gently, his fingers playing over her soft skin.
She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly as he touched her, the tension slowly beginning to drain from her body as new sensations took its place
Bosco kissed her jaw then nibbled his way down her neck to her collar bone. His hands fanned out to her sides and slowly crept their way down to the waistband of her pajamas.
Faith kissed his temple, winding her arms around him as he undressed her.
Once her pants dropped to the floor he placed his hands on her backside and pulled her against him as he placed soft kisses on her shoulder.
She groaned a little at the feel of his hands on her skin and then pulled his head up to kiss him.
Holding her firmly against him he kissed her hungrily, their tongues battling. After a few moments he broke the kiss in order to breath and rested his forehead against hers. "You smell great," he whispered.
A smile crooked her lips and she slid her hands down his bare chest, slowly kneeling on the floor in front of him.
He smiled softly as he ran a hand through her hair. "Check the basket," he told her softly, nodding to the picnic basket on the floor.
She glanced through the contents, pulling out a bottle of whip cream and her grin widened as she looked up at him.
Bosco chuckled softly. "I'm a little nervous about you having that." He playfully reached for the can.
Faith chuckled, then winked up at him before spraying a tiny bit on his thigh.
Unable to help himself he grinned from ear to ear. Faith hadn't seemed excited about anything the last couple weeks, and he was thrilled that she was getting into this.
She didn't hesitate before leaning closer and licking the cream off his thigh, resting her hands on his backside.
"Mmhmm." He closed his eyes and rested his hands on her shoulders. "This was definitely a brilliant idea."
"Oh you ain't seen nothin' yet." She smirked.
"That sounds promising," he whispered as he moved a hand up to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her hair.
Faith sprayed some of the whip cream into his belly button and licked it clean, then made a trail with the cream down the length of his body.
He let out a breath. "This is almost too good to be true. I gotta...sit." Leaning down he placed a soft kiss on her lips before slowly lowering himself to sit on the floor. Once he was seated he opened the picnic basket and pulled out the bottle of champagne he'd opened while she was in the shower, and a champagne glass.
"Lay down," she instructed.
Raising his eyebrows he poured a small amount of champagne into the glass and took a quick drink before handing it to her and lying down like instructed.
Grinning, she took a long drink, licking her lips before lowering herself down as she began to lick the cream off his stomach.
Swallowing hard he lifted his head to watch her. He reached for one of her hands and laced his fingers through hers.
She gave his hand a squeeze then lowered her mouth over his length, licking the cream from his skin lightly.
A low moan escaped him and he slid the fingers of his free hand into her hair.
She increased the pressure, suckling lightly as she rested one hand on his thigh.
"God, Faith," he whispered her name as he tried to stop himself from lifting his hips as she pleasured him.
Smiling faintly, she continued what she was doing, slowly sliding her head back and forth as she moved her mouth over and around him, enjoying the small gasps that escaped his lips.
Within a matter of moments both of his hands were clenched in her hair as he helped guide her actions. "F-Faith," he moaned as he closed his eyes tight.
She felt him tensing beneath her and knew he was close. She gently scraped her teeth over his length, then increased the pressure.
He couldn't stop a loud gasp from escaping him as he felt her teeth on him, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Resting her hands on his inner thighs, she continued to move her mouth over him.
"I'm uh...Faith..." Pressing one hand into the floor he quickly lifted his hips one more time.
She waited until his body had calmed down before slowly pulling away, licking her lips as she lifted her head to look at his face.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and though he was panting slightly he smiled at her.
Faith winked at him, then took a drink of the champagne, handing him the glass.
Letting out a breath he slowly sat up and took the glass from her. As he drank from it he gazed at her over the rim.
She smiled at him.
Setting the glass aside he motioned for her to move closer. When she did he positioned his legs so that one was on each side of her, then he helped her position herself the same way so that her legs were over the top of his and they were sitting close. Face to face. He wound his arms around her. "That was...amazing."
"Glad you enjoyed it," she murmured.
"More than enjoyed it," he told her softly as he leaned forward to kiss her softly.
She returned the kiss, smiling faintly.
As he nibbled gently on her lip he slid one hand around to her stomach. Feeling her smooth, toned stomach he then let his hand creep up to cup her breast.
A soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes.
Smiling against her lips he gently kneaded her flesh with one hand as he blinded reached with the other to pull a strawberry out of the picnic basket.
Faith nibbled on his lower lip as his hand caressed her bare skin.
"Still like strawberries," he asked in a murmur.
"Mmhmm."
Pulling away from her just slightly he lifted the strawberry to his mouth and placed it between his teeth before leaning toward her.
Smiling, she leaned into him and bit the berry in half so he would have half and she the other. The sweet taste exploded in her mouth and she moaned involuntarily.
As he chewed on his piece of the strawberry he couldn't help but smile. He reached for the glass of champagne, took a drink then handed it to her.
Faith took a sip of the bubbly drink, then kissed his nose, smiling.
"So far not a bad Christmas, huh?"
"Definitely not," she murmured.
"Wanna see if it can get better?"
"Oh yeah."
Once she set aside the champagne he lifted his hands to her cheeks and kissed her deeply.
Faith shifted closer to him, sliding her arms around him as they kissed.
After a few moments of intense kissing he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "I could kiss you like this all day, but..."
"But what?" she murmured.
"But there's some things I think you'd enjoy more," he whispered.
She nibbled on his lower lip then pulled away to look at him, smiling.
"Your turn to lay down." When she started to move he stood up quickly and went to the sofa to get a throw pillow to place under her head.
"Thank you." She slowly laid back on the floor, resting her head on the pillow.
Kneeling beside her he placed a soft kiss on her lips, then her chin.
Letting her eyes drift closed as he kissed her, she sighed softly, goosebumps popping up on her skin.
Moving farther down her body he reached into the picnic basket for another strawberry. He took a bite of it then leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste the strawberry as he ran the rest of the strawberry over her breast.
Faith bit her lip, moaning a little as he moved the berry over her sensitive flesh.
After a moment he pulled away a little and fed her the rest of the strawberry before moving down her body and licking the strawberry juice off her breast. "Tastes better this way," he told her with a grin.
Her only response was to groan as he lifted his mouth away from her breast.
A soft chuckle escaped him as he gently rubbed her side then reached for another strawberry, performing the same actions to the other side of her body.
She licked her lips involuntarily, sliding a hand through his hair.
Once again he pulled another strawberry out of the basket, this time after taking a bite he ran the berry around one of her nipples before lowering his mouth to the same spot and suckling gently.
Faith held his head against her breast, moaning.
In response to her action he increased the pressure with his mouth.
"Boz," she murmured.
Smiling he pulled away and immediately kissed her lips hard.
She shifted beneath him restlessly, nibbling on his lower lip, then biting lightly, though not enough to really hurt or draw blood.
"Mmm. Patience," he whispered, resting his hands on her hips.
"My name is Faith not Patience," she murmured.
"If I were you I wouldn't be makin' jokes," he teased softly.
She smiled against his lips. "If you were me, we'd be lesbians."
Laughing softly he pulled away a little. "I'm not sure if that turns me on more or..."
She chuckled. "Well, please figure it out quickly."
"Either way I'm turned on," he told her with a wink.
"Prove it."
He grinned. "You want proof?"
"Mmhmm." She nodded.
Bosco took hold of her hand and guided it down his body.
She grinned. "That was fast."
"That's what happens when I'm with you," he whispered seriously.
She smiled, her eyes bright. She started to sit up so she could kiss him.
"Not so fast." He lifted a hand to her lips. "Lay back down."
She reluctantly did as instructed, watching him.
He smiled softly and reached for the champagne once more. After taking a quick sip he raised an eyebrow and picked up the can of whip cream.
She swallowed hard as she got the distinct impression he intended to torment her the way she had him. She shifted restlessly.
"Trust me, the whip cream treatment is fantastic."
"Show me," she whispered.
"I'd love to." He shook the can with a devilish look in his eyes then winked and sprayed a small amount on her breast. "Strawberries and cream," he murmured as he leaned down to lick off the cream.
The cold cream caused her to shiver and then his warm mouth against her flesh made her moan.
"It's nice, huh?" He moved away just enough to spray more whip cream. This time spraying a line from between her breasts to her navel.
"God," she whispered as his mouth followed the trail of cream.
"I've always thought of myself as one," he murmured then ran his tongue around her navel.
She would have chuckled at the arrogant remark had she still had the ability to really think.
He was now kneeling between her legs and very gently pushed them apart, opening her to him. Lifting the can of whip cream once more he sprayed a small amount on her most intimate part.
A gasp escaped her and her hands gripped tightly onto the blanket.
Bosco shifted positions so he was laying on the floor, his arms under her legs, his hands on her backside as he very slowly removed the whip cream with his tongue.
"Oh God, oh God," she whispered, shuddering involuntarily.
As he continued to run his tongue over her, he shifted so he could slide one hand up her body, feeling her stomach then her breast.
A few beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and she bit down hard on her lower lip.
Having licked off all the whip cream he lifted his gaze to her face before kissing the inside of each of her thighs then returning to the sensitive area.
Within seconds, she was gasping for breath and she cried out his name as her climax washed over her, making her shudder.
He stayed with her, tasting her until it was over then he slowly kissed his way back up her body.
Still shivering, she kissed him on the lips, sliding her arms around him tightly.
More than happy with how things were going between them he kissed her gently then rested his forehead against hers as he gently rubbed her sides.
"Make love to me," she murmured.
"I was hopin' you'd want that," he whispered with a soft smile.
"A lot," she whispered, kissing him.
"Just let me get..." He kissed her once more than reluctantly pulled away to rummage through the picnic basket.
She smiled when he pulled out a small silver package.
"Gotta protect my girl," he told her softly.
Faith took the package from him, tore it open and slid it over his length.
A soft moan escaped him and he couldn't stop himself from leaning into her touch as she put the condom on him. "This gonna be okay," he asked softly. "Bein' on the floor?"
"Mmhmm." She nodded a little and reached for him.
Without hesitating he moved into her arms, carefully laying his body on hers and kissed her lips.
She slid her legs around his waist, kissing him in return.
Pressing his hands into the floor he lifted up a little so he could gaze at her as he shifted his lower body against hers. Managing to find her entrance he bit his lip as he slowly pushed into her.
She groaned softly, then tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her as she wound her arms around his shoulders.
Continuing to gaze at her he entered her as deeply as he could then paused for a moment, leaning down to kiss her again.
She returned the kiss eagerly.
Enjoying the feeling of her surrounding him in such an intimate way he remained motionless for as long as he could as they kissed before he began to gently rock his body against hers.
She lifted her hips to meet his and she whimpered faintly.
Panting for air he gazed down at her, his body already starting to sweat as they moved as one. He could feel the stickiness of the whip cream and strawberries on their chests as their skin rubbed together.
Within moments she felt herself spiraling toward another climax and she bit her lip, hugging him tightly as he began to move a little faster.
Resting his cheek against hers he whispered her name in her ear as he pressed his feet into the floor for more leverage as he thrust a little harder, deeper.
"Bosco, please," she whispered, tightening her legs around him again.
Shifting positions he lifted himself up so he was looking down at her. Grasping her hips he pulled her lower body against his as he moved inside of her. Groaning as she reached up, her hands clutching at his chest.
She cried out as her second climax of the night hit and she shuddered around him.
Pulling her against him once more he gasped as her muscles clenched around him. After taking a couple quick breaths he lowered himself back down so their chests were touching and began to rock against her gently again. It only took a few slow, gentle thrusts before he picked up the pace, his body teetering on the edge.
She raked her nails lightly down his back.
A small gasp escaped him at the feel of her nails on his skin and he closed his eyes tight, thrusting deeply once more as he cried out her name.
She smoothed his hair down on the back of his neck, panting for breath.
Completely spent he rested his body on hers, his head resting on her shoulder.
"I love you," she murmured.
Lifting his head slowly he looked at her.
Faith gazed at him, her eyes serious.
Propping himself up on one elbow he lifted his other hand to her cheek. "You...love me?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He kissed her softly, a smile on his face. "I brought you something," he whispered.
"Something else?" A smile tugged at her lips.
"This one isn't as much fun," he told her before placing another quick kiss on her lips.
She chuckled lightly and waited as he sat up.
"I hope you like it." He moved over to the picnic basket and dug through it until he found the card he'd gotten her and the small gift wrapped box. Grinning, he handed her the card first.
She lifted an eyebrow as she opened the card. On the outside was a picture of Santa and the words, 'Santa asked me if you'd been good this year.' She opened the card and chuckled at the words. 'I told him every time.' "Cute," she said with a grin.
"It speaks the truth," he told her before offering her the glass of champagne.
Still grinning, she sipped the champagne.
"And I uh...I got you this," he whispered, handing her the gift he'd brought with.
She took the small box from him, sitting up a little and slowly removing the pretty red and green paper.
Shifting closer to her he gently rested his hand on her thigh as he waited for her reaction to what was inside the box.
She opened the box, revealing a beautiful silver heart necklace with a smaller gold heart on the inside. "Bosco," she whispered. "It's beautiful."
He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. "Yeah? You like it?"
"I love it." She carefully lifted it from the box. "Will you put it on me?"
"Sure." He nodded his head and took the necklace from her. Scooting around behind her he clasped it after she lifted her hair out of the way. Placing a soft kiss on her shoulder he wound his arms around her waist.
She closed her eyes, leaning back against him. "Merry Christmas."
Swallowing hard he nodded his head and slowly lifted a hand to touch the necklace. "Seein' as it's a special day...I just thought you should know."
"I knew, Bosco," she murmured.
He smiled, holding her tight. "Yeah?"
"I've always known," she told him.
Shifting slightly so they could see each other he smiled softly. "I hope I've made this an okay Christmas," he whispered. "I know you miss the kids."
"It helps a lot that you're here."
"And I'll be here. All day. We'll be together, okay?"
"I like that plan," Faith whispered.
"Lay down with me," he whispered back as he carefully shifted with her on the floor.
She laid down beside him in his arms, closing her eyes.
Reaching behind him he pulled the blanket over them and kissed her softly. "Just you and me under the Christmas tree," he murmured.
"Should be a song."
"Yeah. Somethin' like that," he whispered.
"Night, Boz," she whispered back, snuggling against him.
"Goodnight, Faith." He held her a little tighter and kissed her softly. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."
There was a soft smile on his face as his eyes drifted shut. He had a feeling that she'd remember this as something more than just her first Christmas without her kids.
Authors: NYPDBosco and Xtremeroswellian
Rating: Naughty...and nice
Pairing: Bosco and Faith
Storyline: Faith's being a scrooge. Can Bosco get her in the Christmas spirit?
Faith pushed the drunk Santa they'd arrested into a jail cell, her mouth set in a hard line. "Great. Now we're stuck doin' paperwork on Christmas Eve."
Bosco looked over at her. "Oh like you even care."
She scowled. "You can do the arrest report," she said snippily.
"What's with you today? No, better question. What's been with you the last two weeks?"
Faith didn't reply, moving past him to sit at her desk.
He glanced toward the door then perched on the corner of her desk. "I'm serious, Faith."
"I'm just not in the mood to be peppy," she grumbled.
Shaking his head he let out a breath. "I thought this Christmas was gonna be different. You know...seein' as we're..."
She exhaled and leaned back in her chair. "I'm sorry. It's my first Christmas without the kids."
"I know. Guess I was just hopin' that since it was your first Christmas with me..."
She didn't look at him as she started filling out the paperwork. "I just wanna get this done and go home and go to sleep."
"What?" He frowned deeply. "But I thought you were gonna go with me to Midnight Mass?"
"Boz, I'm really just..." She shook her head. "Not in the mood for church tonight."
"Fine, fine." He threw his hands in the air then pushed himself off the desk, moving to sit down across from her.
She sighed heavily and continued her paperwork. Maybe she could just sleep through the whole holiday.
Sitting down across from her, Bosco gazed at her for a moment then shook his head and picked up a pen to begin filling out a report. He knew this year was going to be difficult for Faith because she wasn't going to be able to spend Christmas with her kids, but he'd really thought that the fact that they were a couple and would be spending the holidays together would help a little. Unfortunately he'd found that he was very wrong.
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Bosco stood outside her door, items in hand and a nervous smile on his face. He pulled her apartment key out of his pocket but then thought better of it. With as ornery as she was at work just an hour ago he wasn't about to just let himself in. Taking a deep breath he knocked softly.
A moment later she appeared, looking both frazzled and surprised. She pulled her terrycloth robe a little closer to her. She'd been about to get in the shower when she heard the knock on the door. "Boz?"
He smiled softly. "Hey. I thought maybe we could..." Bosco shrugged. "I thought maybe I could spend the night?"
She looked at him, guarded, shrugged and stepped out of the way to let him in. "Why'd you bring a picnic basket?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"I thought maybe we could have a picnic," he told her softly as he stepped inside, pausing to kiss her gently.
"Bosco, it's like, five degrees below outside."
"I know." He put the basket down and slowly wound his arms around her. "I just thought maybe I could cheer you up."
She sighed a little, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"Come on, Faith," he whispered. "It's Christmas."
"I really need a shower, Boz."
Taking a deep breath he slowly pulled away from her and nodded his head. "I'll just...wait." He motioned toward the bare Christmas tree in the corner that he'd setup for her over a week ago. "I'll decorate the tree."
"There's not really a point. It'll just be comin' down day after tomorrow." She turned and headed down the hall.
Bosco closed his eyes and said a silent prayer that everything would go as he'd planned.
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As soon as he'd heard the shower turn on Bosco began to put his plan into action. Pulling a flannel blanket out of the picnic basket he'd brought with him he spread it out on the floor near the tree. Making sure the rest of the items he'd brought with were tucked securely in the basket he turned his attention to the Christmas tree, smiled and got started.
Faith took her time drying off and putting on warm flannel pajamas, but she didn't bother drying her hair with a hair dryer, she simply towel dried it a bit and hung up her towel. She emerged from the bathroom and headed down the hallway, intending on fixing a mug of hot chocolate.
It took her mind a moment to register the fact that Bosco was standing in front of her now decorated and brightly lit tree. And he was wearing nothing but a Santa hat.
"Merry Christmas," he told her softly, smiling.
Faith's mouth had dropped open and she was staring at him. "Bosco, what..."
The longer she stared the wider his smile got. "I was hoping I could maybe cheer you up." He motioned toward the blanket on the floor and the picnic basket. "I brought champagne and strawberries."
He knew strawberries were one of her weaknesses and involuntarily a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
With a sly smile on his face he beckoned her over with his finger.
Faith slowly walked toward him, her grin widening a little at the predatory look in his eyes.
Bosco held his hand out to her. "Seein' as it's the wee hours of Christmas morning may I...unwrap you?"
"You may," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
"I was so hoping you'd say that," he murmured against her lips as he began to unbutton her flannel top.
Faith shivered as his fingers brushed against her skin.
"How'd you like my outfit?"
"It's very...becoming," she said with a smirk.
"I thought it was right for the occasion." He kissed her once more as he slowly pushed her pajama top off of her shoulders.
Her shirt dropped to the floor silently and she slid her hands across his bare chest, kissing him deeply as she shifted closer to him.
A soft moan escaped him and he mirrored her movements with his hands on her chest.
She smiled against his lips, then lowered her head down to nibble lightly on his neck.
"I was hopin' this would help get you in the spirit," he told her very softly as his hands cupped her breasts gently, his fingers playing over her soft skin.
She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly as he touched her, the tension slowly beginning to drain from her body as new sensations took its place
Bosco kissed her jaw then nibbled his way down her neck to her collar bone. His hands fanned out to her sides and slowly crept their way down to the waistband of her pajamas.
Faith kissed his temple, winding her arms around him as he undressed her.
Once her pants dropped to the floor he placed his hands on her backside and pulled her against him as he placed soft kisses on her shoulder.
She groaned a little at the feel of his hands on her skin and then pulled his head up to kiss him.
Holding her firmly against him he kissed her hungrily, their tongues battling. After a few moments he broke the kiss in order to breath and rested his forehead against hers. "You smell great," he whispered.
A smile crooked her lips and she slid her hands down his bare chest, slowly kneeling on the floor in front of him.
He smiled softly as he ran a hand through her hair. "Check the basket," he told her softly, nodding to the picnic basket on the floor.
She glanced through the contents, pulling out a bottle of whip cream and her grin widened as she looked up at him.
Bosco chuckled softly. "I'm a little nervous about you having that." He playfully reached for the can.
Faith chuckled, then winked up at him before spraying a tiny bit on his thigh.
Unable to help himself he grinned from ear to ear. Faith hadn't seemed excited about anything the last couple weeks, and he was thrilled that she was getting into this.
She didn't hesitate before leaning closer and licking the cream off his thigh, resting her hands on his backside.
"Mmhmm." He closed his eyes and rested his hands on her shoulders. "This was definitely a brilliant idea."
"Oh you ain't seen nothin' yet." She smirked.
"That sounds promising," he whispered as he moved a hand up to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her hair.
Faith sprayed some of the whip cream into his belly button and licked it clean, then made a trail with the cream down the length of his body.
He let out a breath. "This is almost too good to be true. I gotta...sit." Leaning down he placed a soft kiss on her lips before slowly lowering himself to sit on the floor. Once he was seated he opened the picnic basket and pulled out the bottle of champagne he'd opened while she was in the shower, and a champagne glass.
"Lay down," she instructed.
Raising his eyebrows he poured a small amount of champagne into the glass and took a quick drink before handing it to her and lying down like instructed.
Grinning, she took a long drink, licking her lips before lowering herself down as she began to lick the cream off his stomach.
Swallowing hard he lifted his head to watch her. He reached for one of her hands and laced his fingers through hers.
She gave his hand a squeeze then lowered her mouth over his length, licking the cream from his skin lightly.
A low moan escaped him and he slid the fingers of his free hand into her hair.
She increased the pressure, suckling lightly as she rested one hand on his thigh.
"God, Faith," he whispered her name as he tried to stop himself from lifting his hips as she pleasured him.
Smiling faintly, she continued what she was doing, slowly sliding her head back and forth as she moved her mouth over and around him, enjoying the small gasps that escaped his lips.
Within a matter of moments both of his hands were clenched in her hair as he helped guide her actions. "F-Faith," he moaned as he closed his eyes tight.
She felt him tensing beneath her and knew he was close. She gently scraped her teeth over his length, then increased the pressure.
He couldn't stop a loud gasp from escaping him as he felt her teeth on him, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Resting her hands on his inner thighs, she continued to move her mouth over him.
"I'm uh...Faith..." Pressing one hand into the floor he quickly lifted his hips one more time.
She waited until his body had calmed down before slowly pulling away, licking her lips as she lifted her head to look at his face.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and though he was panting slightly he smiled at her.
Faith winked at him, then took a drink of the champagne, handing him the glass.
Letting out a breath he slowly sat up and took the glass from her. As he drank from it he gazed at her over the rim.
She smiled at him.
Setting the glass aside he motioned for her to move closer. When she did he positioned his legs so that one was on each side of her, then he helped her position herself the same way so that her legs were over the top of his and they were sitting close. Face to face. He wound his arms around her. "That was...amazing."
"Glad you enjoyed it," she murmured.
"More than enjoyed it," he told her softly as he leaned forward to kiss her softly.
She returned the kiss, smiling faintly.
As he nibbled gently on her lip he slid one hand around to her stomach. Feeling her smooth, toned stomach he then let his hand creep up to cup her breast.
A soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes.
Smiling against her lips he gently kneaded her flesh with one hand as he blinded reached with the other to pull a strawberry out of the picnic basket.
Faith nibbled on his lower lip as his hand caressed her bare skin.
"Still like strawberries," he asked in a murmur.
"Mmhmm."
Pulling away from her just slightly he lifted the strawberry to his mouth and placed it between his teeth before leaning toward her.
Smiling, she leaned into him and bit the berry in half so he would have half and she the other. The sweet taste exploded in her mouth and she moaned involuntarily.
As he chewed on his piece of the strawberry he couldn't help but smile. He reached for the glass of champagne, took a drink then handed it to her.
Faith took a sip of the bubbly drink, then kissed his nose, smiling.
"So far not a bad Christmas, huh?"
"Definitely not," she murmured.
"Wanna see if it can get better?"
"Oh yeah."
Once she set aside the champagne he lifted his hands to her cheeks and kissed her deeply.
Faith shifted closer to him, sliding her arms around him as they kissed.
After a few moments of intense kissing he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "I could kiss you like this all day, but..."
"But what?" she murmured.
"But there's some things I think you'd enjoy more," he whispered.
She nibbled on his lower lip then pulled away to look at him, smiling.
"Your turn to lay down." When she started to move he stood up quickly and went to the sofa to get a throw pillow to place under her head.
"Thank you." She slowly laid back on the floor, resting her head on the pillow.
Kneeling beside her he placed a soft kiss on her lips, then her chin.
Letting her eyes drift closed as he kissed her, she sighed softly, goosebumps popping up on her skin.
Moving farther down her body he reached into the picnic basket for another strawberry. He took a bite of it then leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste the strawberry as he ran the rest of the strawberry over her breast.
Faith bit her lip, moaning a little as he moved the berry over her sensitive flesh.
After a moment he pulled away a little and fed her the rest of the strawberry before moving down her body and licking the strawberry juice off her breast. "Tastes better this way," he told her with a grin.
Her only response was to groan as he lifted his mouth away from her breast.
A soft chuckle escaped him as he gently rubbed her side then reached for another strawberry, performing the same actions to the other side of her body.
She licked her lips involuntarily, sliding a hand through his hair.
Once again he pulled another strawberry out of the basket, this time after taking a bite he ran the berry around one of her nipples before lowering his mouth to the same spot and suckling gently.
Faith held his head against her breast, moaning.
In response to her action he increased the pressure with his mouth.
"Boz," she murmured.
Smiling he pulled away and immediately kissed her lips hard.
She shifted beneath him restlessly, nibbling on his lower lip, then biting lightly, though not enough to really hurt or draw blood.
"Mmm. Patience," he whispered, resting his hands on her hips.
"My name is Faith not Patience," she murmured.
"If I were you I wouldn't be makin' jokes," he teased softly.
She smiled against his lips. "If you were me, we'd be lesbians."
Laughing softly he pulled away a little. "I'm not sure if that turns me on more or..."
She chuckled. "Well, please figure it out quickly."
"Either way I'm turned on," he told her with a wink.
"Prove it."
He grinned. "You want proof?"
"Mmhmm." She nodded.
Bosco took hold of her hand and guided it down his body.
She grinned. "That was fast."
"That's what happens when I'm with you," he whispered seriously.
She smiled, her eyes bright. She started to sit up so she could kiss him.
"Not so fast." He lifted a hand to her lips. "Lay back down."
She reluctantly did as instructed, watching him.
He smiled softly and reached for the champagne once more. After taking a quick sip he raised an eyebrow and picked up the can of whip cream.
She swallowed hard as she got the distinct impression he intended to torment her the way she had him. She shifted restlessly.
"Trust me, the whip cream treatment is fantastic."
"Show me," she whispered.
"I'd love to." He shook the can with a devilish look in his eyes then winked and sprayed a small amount on her breast. "Strawberries and cream," he murmured as he leaned down to lick off the cream.
The cold cream caused her to shiver and then his warm mouth against her flesh made her moan.
"It's nice, huh?" He moved away just enough to spray more whip cream. This time spraying a line from between her breasts to her navel.
"God," she whispered as his mouth followed the trail of cream.
"I've always thought of myself as one," he murmured then ran his tongue around her navel.
She would have chuckled at the arrogant remark had she still had the ability to really think.
He was now kneeling between her legs and very gently pushed them apart, opening her to him. Lifting the can of whip cream once more he sprayed a small amount on her most intimate part.
A gasp escaped her and her hands gripped tightly onto the blanket.
Bosco shifted positions so he was laying on the floor, his arms under her legs, his hands on her backside as he very slowly removed the whip cream with his tongue.
"Oh God, oh God," she whispered, shuddering involuntarily.
As he continued to run his tongue over her, he shifted so he could slide one hand up her body, feeling her stomach then her breast.
A few beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and she bit down hard on her lower lip.
Having licked off all the whip cream he lifted his gaze to her face before kissing the inside of each of her thighs then returning to the sensitive area.
Within seconds, she was gasping for breath and she cried out his name as her climax washed over her, making her shudder.
He stayed with her, tasting her until it was over then he slowly kissed his way back up her body.
Still shivering, she kissed him on the lips, sliding her arms around him tightly.
More than happy with how things were going between them he kissed her gently then rested his forehead against hers as he gently rubbed her sides.
"Make love to me," she murmured.
"I was hopin' you'd want that," he whispered with a soft smile.
"A lot," she whispered, kissing him.
"Just let me get..." He kissed her once more than reluctantly pulled away to rummage through the picnic basket.
She smiled when he pulled out a small silver package.
"Gotta protect my girl," he told her softly.
Faith took the package from him, tore it open and slid it over his length.
A soft moan escaped him and he couldn't stop himself from leaning into her touch as she put the condom on him. "This gonna be okay," he asked softly. "Bein' on the floor?"
"Mmhmm." She nodded a little and reached for him.
Without hesitating he moved into her arms, carefully laying his body on hers and kissed her lips.
She slid her legs around his waist, kissing him in return.
Pressing his hands into the floor he lifted up a little so he could gaze at her as he shifted his lower body against hers. Managing to find her entrance he bit his lip as he slowly pushed into her.
She groaned softly, then tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her as she wound her arms around his shoulders.
Continuing to gaze at her he entered her as deeply as he could then paused for a moment, leaning down to kiss her again.
She returned the kiss eagerly.
Enjoying the feeling of her surrounding him in such an intimate way he remained motionless for as long as he could as they kissed before he began to gently rock his body against hers.
She lifted her hips to meet his and she whimpered faintly.
Panting for air he gazed down at her, his body already starting to sweat as they moved as one. He could feel the stickiness of the whip cream and strawberries on their chests as their skin rubbed together.
Within moments she felt herself spiraling toward another climax and she bit her lip, hugging him tightly as he began to move a little faster.
Resting his cheek against hers he whispered her name in her ear as he pressed his feet into the floor for more leverage as he thrust a little harder, deeper.
"Bosco, please," she whispered, tightening her legs around him again.
Shifting positions he lifted himself up so he was looking down at her. Grasping her hips he pulled her lower body against his as he moved inside of her. Groaning as she reached up, her hands clutching at his chest.
She cried out as her second climax of the night hit and she shuddered around him.
Pulling her against him once more he gasped as her muscles clenched around him. After taking a couple quick breaths he lowered himself back down so their chests were touching and began to rock against her gently again. It only took a few slow, gentle thrusts before he picked up the pace, his body teetering on the edge.
She raked her nails lightly down his back.
A small gasp escaped him at the feel of her nails on his skin and he closed his eyes tight, thrusting deeply once more as he cried out her name.
She smoothed his hair down on the back of his neck, panting for breath.
Completely spent he rested his body on hers, his head resting on her shoulder.
"I love you," she murmured.
Lifting his head slowly he looked at her.
Faith gazed at him, her eyes serious.
Propping himself up on one elbow he lifted his other hand to her cheek. "You...love me?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He kissed her softly, a smile on his face. "I brought you something," he whispered.
"Something else?" A smile tugged at her lips.
"This one isn't as much fun," he told her before placing another quick kiss on her lips.
She chuckled lightly and waited as he sat up.
"I hope you like it." He moved over to the picnic basket and dug through it until he found the card he'd gotten her and the small gift wrapped box. Grinning, he handed her the card first.
She lifted an eyebrow as she opened the card. On the outside was a picture of Santa and the words, 'Santa asked me if you'd been good this year.' She opened the card and chuckled at the words. 'I told him every time.' "Cute," she said with a grin.
"It speaks the truth," he told her before offering her the glass of champagne.
Still grinning, she sipped the champagne.
"And I uh...I got you this," he whispered, handing her the gift he'd brought with.
She took the small box from him, sitting up a little and slowly removing the pretty red and green paper.
Shifting closer to her he gently rested his hand on her thigh as he waited for her reaction to what was inside the box.
She opened the box, revealing a beautiful silver heart necklace with a smaller gold heart on the inside. "Bosco," she whispered. "It's beautiful."
He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. "Yeah? You like it?"
"I love it." She carefully lifted it from the box. "Will you put it on me?"
"Sure." He nodded his head and took the necklace from her. Scooting around behind her he clasped it after she lifted her hair out of the way. Placing a soft kiss on her shoulder he wound his arms around her waist.
She closed her eyes, leaning back against him. "Merry Christmas."
Swallowing hard he nodded his head and slowly lifted a hand to touch the necklace. "Seein' as it's a special day...I just thought you should know."
"I knew, Bosco," she murmured.
He smiled, holding her tight. "Yeah?"
"I've always known," she told him.
Shifting slightly so they could see each other he smiled softly. "I hope I've made this an okay Christmas," he whispered. "I know you miss the kids."
"It helps a lot that you're here."
"And I'll be here. All day. We'll be together, okay?"
"I like that plan," Faith whispered.
"Lay down with me," he whispered back as he carefully shifted with her on the floor.
She laid down beside him in his arms, closing her eyes.
Reaching behind him he pulled the blanket over them and kissed her softly. "Just you and me under the Christmas tree," he murmured.
"Should be a song."
"Yeah. Somethin' like that," he whispered.
"Night, Boz," she whispered back, snuggling against him.
"Goodnight, Faith." He held her a little tighter and kissed her softly. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."
There was a soft smile on his face as his eyes drifted shut. He had a feeling that she'd remember this as something more than just her first Christmas without her kids.
