Ben and Coco celebrated the holidays despite the fact they were both agnostics. They preferred celebrating the meaning of the season rather than its vague and ever changing religious background(s). Christmas Eve was their holiday night together, the next day was their holiday together with family, as well as, give each other the "real" gifts. Well, Ben had his family, Coco didn't have one. However close they were, Coco never really went to any holiday family activity, she always felt weird, an outsider, so they used the day before Christmas as their special day.
It began in the morning, with a three-hour sleep in, no alarms to wake to, nothing but glorious extra hours of sleep. That was followed by an additional hour or two of heavy cuddling and groping, sleepy-eyed and sleepy-minded body grinding and exchanging body heat in the cold morning and/or afternoon. They kept most of the touching above sleepwear, only occasionally kissing, trading hot morning breath with one another.
After waking, Ben used all of his kitchenette powers to make a gigantic breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, waffles or pancakes, oranges, sticky rolls, coffee, hot cider, pounds of cinnamon spicing everything, and gallons of syrups. Every year, without fail, they overate on the breakfast, even if either of them were on a diet of some kind, they broke it here. Befuddled by the insanity of the meal, they flopped (which was the operative word in this case) onto the sofa for a movie marathon. Star Wars, James Bond, whatever floated their boats that year. Usually, it was something on TV, rarely did they have to go to full DVD. They stayed inside during this time, not wanting to get caught in the holiday rush. Crowds of late gifting fathers, screaming mothers, doddering grandparents, crying babies, and teenagers eying Coco's butt were all exceedingly annoying.
So, on the couch they sat, under a large blanket, Coco wearing bright red pajamas with little reindeer and trees on them, knitting a scarf or hat or something, and Ben, in jeans and a t-shirt, was carefully detailing a model train. It was one she put together, but he was a far better painter and detailer than her, so he usually ended up doing it. Several movies passed by and their neighbors Tim and Amanda swung by. Their wacky Japananime obsessed neighbors celebrated in their favorite way, with a big ass Christmas cake. A half chocolate, half vanilla fluffy cake with several tons of whipped cream on it and strawberries on it. The four of them took slices of the cake and chatted around the table. It was the usual banter mixed with holiday stories. They didn't really exchange gifts, aside from food, and the visit added a bit of variation to the Xmas Eve relaxation.
The day moved on, slowly turning to the early winter's night. Dinner was special, especially on a holiday like today. Ben made the meal, turkey (in a bag), potatoes (from a pouch), gravy (from a packet), corn (microwave steamable), cranberry sauce (from a can), salad (from some bags), and an apple pie (from the store). He laid out the table, lit red, green, and white candles, and set the lights down low. He was in a dark suit, per usual, with a deep red shirt, and to lighten the mood, a bright festive Christmas tie (nice and tacky) and Santa hat with a long tail. Coco always surprised him with a new holiday outfit, usually a dress with the colors red, green, and white, with various Xmasy things added to it. This year, she did not disappoint.
She came into the room and leaned against the wall, leering at Ben, her eyes tearing through him. The dress was little, bright red, holding her body tightly. It pushed her amble breasts up, shaping them into fleshy spheres, over which were bands of puffy, white fuzz, which went all the way around the top of the dress. The bottom of the dress was looser, coming down her thighs only a little bit, and when she moved her legs, it bounced away from her, providing tantalizing glances at the flesh of her long legs. The dress was strapless and was made of a material like suede, which shimmered slightly when she moved. She had a tight choker around her long, thin neck, a strip of red fringe and white fluff. The shoes were candy apple red, platformed, spiky-heeled, shiny, with a puff ball the straps that went over her toes.
Ben held her chair out and she slowly sank down, pulling the short edge of the dress under her butt and she crossed her long bare legs, letting him see almost every smooth inch of the peach, shapely columns. He served her a bit of wine and they ate slowly, staring across the candlelit table at each other, not talking, letting there eyes trade the compliments, lustful words, and sweet nothings.
The dinner and dessert quickly disappeared, Coco said, "mmm, that was good" she sipped the wine, her eyes were locked on him as he cleaned everything away from the table. She said, "I think it's time we exchanged the gifts, hon."
She emphasized this by standing up, arching her back forward, thrusting her breasts towards him. She slowly moved into the bedroom, Ben following, making sure the candles were out at the dinner table. When he got in the room he saw more candle lighting, a rich and inviting orange filled the room. The usual bedding was gone, replaced with the red silk one. Various types of richly smelling foliage was spread around the room, a smell that only seemed to generate around the season permeated the air. A very gentle and quiet music played, Ben couldn't tell what it was, but it had the vague sound of holiday instrumental music. It was all warm and welcoming.
She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, holding a small, thin, square package in her lap. He snatched a square package from his sock drawer and they swapped the little gifts. Coco had wrapped her's in full holiday paper regalia with ribbon and label, which he tore through in a few seconds. His gift was a simple box, with a complicated painting/drawing on it, a ribbon holding it closed. She untied it and opened the box, a naughty, little smile appeared on her face.
