buongiornobella (buongiornobella) wrote in nextdoor_redux, @ 2012-09-11 15:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | 12.17.12, carr, carr and gio, gio |
Merry Christmas, Baby
Who: Gio and Carr
What: Early Christmas Presents
When: 12.17.12 - Monday Evening
Where: Their home
Warnings: NSFW
Gio had spent the whole day directing the remodelers on dealing with the present she'd arranged for Carr in the garage. She'd cleaned it out over the last week bit by bit when he wasn't home which had been fucking difficult. She hoped he wouldn't go out there to see it all empty. Luckily he hadn't. He would though. Soon. Probably that night considering it was snowing all day and his bike couldn't exactly be out on the street with the snow. Her car was in the garage already but she doubted that would take anything away from the new layout. There was also a junker she'd picked up. An old muscle car that needed a lot of work and was bought cheap. All a part of his Christmas present. His bike would still fit in there pretty easily considering the size of the garage itself.
Thankfully the men had finished a couple hours before he was due back. She'd also managed to make her appointment late that morning to get her tattoo done as well. She knew for a fact the presents were going to have to be given to him early. There was no way he would go the next eight days without having sex with her or at least seeing her naked. The garage she could maybe hide, the tattoo, not at all. So he'd get his presents early. She heard his bike pull up and grabbed her coat, heading out the front door and meeting him in the driveway, the snow falling around them as she held up the garage door opener. "Ready for your first Christmas present?" she asked him, shivering slightly. "Also, hello lover," she smiled, leaning in to steal a little kiss from him.
Carr tugged the helmet off as he pulled into the drive, grinning when he got a kiss from Gio. He hummed approvingly, wrapping an arm around her waist, tugging her against his side. “Mmm, hello love,” he murmured, kissing her again. He’d grown used to the mate bond by now, but it still made it hard to be away from Gio for more than the length of a working day. So, getting to see her before he was even in the door was definitely a good thing. He quirked an eyebrow curiously at her, wondering what she had planned. And why he was getting his Christmas present a week early. “Aye, go on then,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Got me all curious, now.”
She grinned, more excited about giving him this present than she was about figuring out what he'd gotten her. "You have to promise to tell me if you hate it because I really have no idea about this sort of stuff," she told him. She wasn't a car person, after all. So long as hers worked and got her back and forth to the courthouse, she didn't give a damn. Carr was different. Turning her attention to the garage, she pressed the opener and watched the door go up, revealing the handiwork she'd paid for. Biting her lower lip, she watched him, drinking in every bit of his reaction.
Carr grinned. “I’m sure I’ll...holy shit, Gigi...” His jaw dropped as he took in the garage. Getting off his bike, he wheeled it inside, looking around in amazement. “When....how....” He laughed, disbelievingly. “This is incredible, love.” Picking her up, he twirled her around, grinning and kissing her. “I love it. Honestly. It’s amazing. You’re amazing.” He set her down on the hood of her car, kissing her again.
She followed him into the garage, liking that reaction. Obviously she'd done something good. She let him look around, let him pick her up and twirl her. That was the best part. At least until she got those kisses. Then that became the best part. She smiled. "Today," she told him. "I knew I couldn't keep it a secret til Christmas. You'd have had to put your bike inside," she said, closing the garage door to keep the cold out. "Luckily the people I hired work fast. What do you think about that thing?" she asked, nodding her head towards the car in need of all that work. "I don't even know the make or model. The guy said 'old muscle car'. I figured that was a good enough starting place. If you don't like it, you can just junk it. I just thought you might like a toy to play with."
Carr turned to look at the car, his grin widening as he walked around it. “You got me a Chevy?” It was a total wreck right now, but he could see potential in it. And he had kept saying that he really needed to get himself a car. The weather the way it was, he shouldn’t even be using his bike. Next winter, he’d hopefully have a brand new (old) Chevy Camaro to ride around in. Beaming, he walked around the front end of the car, pressing her down against the hood of hers as he kissed her passionately. “Remind me again what I did to deserve you?” He murmured, lips still against hers.
Oh good. He liked it. Marvelous. She watched the way he walked around it, inspected it and imagined the possibilities. She could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. Wonderful. She'd done a good job. Perfect. She grinned against his lips. "Well, you started out by being a total ass," she teased, nipping his lower lip. "You want the last bit of your present, gorgeous?" she asked him. "You'll have to find it. The only clue you get is that it's on me."
Carr quirked an eyebrow. “On you?” He pulled back enough to look at her, brushing her hair back from her face with a wicked smirk. “Hmmm, I think I’m gonna have fun finding it, then.” He picked her up, a soft happy growl as he nuzzled at her neck, at his latest bitemark he’d left. He carried her into the house, through to the lounge, laying her down on one of the couches. He kicked off his boots, shrugging off his jacket as he bent to kiss her, getting thoroughly distracted.
She was just a distracted by his kisses. She managed to pull her jacket off, letting it stay behind her, not bothering to fling it aside once her arms were removed from the cloth. Her fingers slid up into his hair, tugging at the strands as she let out a soft groan against his mouth. Yeah, they'd both have a lot of fun while he looked for the present. "I hope you like it," she whispered against his lips, nipping at the lower one and giving it a tug.
Carr groaned, tongue flicking out, tracing the cupid’s bow of her upper lip. “Like what?” He said vaguely, clearly getting completely side-tracked by her kisses, by the fact that she was stripping off in front of him. He pulled back long enough to tug his tshirt off, sliding his hand up her leg, up to the waistband of her jeans. She was wearing far too many clothes for his liking.
She smirked a little. "Your present," she reminded him, removing her scarf and tossing it aside. She was even nice enough to remove the top shirt she was wearing over her sweater. He could remove the rest. It was no fun if she took away all the work he needed to do to find the tattoo she'd gotten for him. It wasn't fair that he was the only one with a permanent attachment. She wanted something permanent too.
Carr growled softly, sliding his hands under her sweater, kissing her as he pushed it up. “Too many clothes,” he growled, complaining. Far more layers than he ever wore, and he didn’t like having to waste time when all he wanted was her naked. He nipped at her lower lip, trailing his lips down to her throat, still sliding her shirt up. He pulled back to tug it up and over her head...and then saw the tattoo. Quirking an eyebrow, he reached down, brushing his fingers against it. “This for me?” He murmured huskily. Yeah, that was hot. That was definitely hot.
Gio winced slightly. It was still a little tender and she didn't have the healing that a were did but it wasn't as painful as she thought it might have been. She nodded a little at his question, eyes flicking to catch his. "Do you hate it?" she asked him, biting her lower lip and praying silently that he would like the tattoo. How awful it would be if he didn't?
Carr caught the wince, shifting to lean down, kiss the tender skin, warm under his lips as he gently traced the lines of it with his tongue, his eyes on her face. “That answer your question?” He murmured, eyes dark with lust, his voice low and husky. He unfastened her jeans, tugging them down roughly, stripping her as quickly as he could. He kissed his way back up to her lips, holding his body over hers, hands planted either side of the couch. “God, Gio, you’re so perfect,” he breathed, kissing her. “Love you, sweetheart.”
She shivered as his tongue slid over the tattoo. While the touch and moisture of his tongue was wonderful it was the look in his eyes that really got her. She nodded at his question, lifting her hips to help him in removing her jeans. She returned the kiss the moment his mouth reached hers again, moaning softly against his lips as she wound her arms around his neck. Though he'd said it before, those words never ceased to amaze her. "Love you," she replied, smiling against his mouth.
He reached down with one hand to unbutton his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down. Growling into the kiss, he ground against her, careful to keep his weight off the tattoo. He remembered well just how much fresh tattoos hurt. He kicked his jeans off, grabbing hold of her and shifting onto his back, with her on top. Of course, that move was entirely for her benefit, to keep his weight off the tattoo. Nothing to do with the positively hypnotising way her tits bounced when she rode him, of course. “So fuckin’ hot,” he breathed, fisting a hand in her hair and dragging her down for a rough kiss.
Gio let him manhandle her as much he as he pleased. She certainly didn't mind. Besides, the view from above was just as delicious as the view from below. Any position he wanted to put her in was just fine by Gio. She moaned against his mouth, almost a growl against his lips at the force in his fist full of her hair. She loved that. The rough way he had about him. It was rough and yet gentle enough that she knew he wouldn't hurt her. An intoxicating medium to say the least. She rocked her hips against him, groaning as his cock slid between her folds, not enough to slide inside, just enough to feel how wet she was for him. "I could say the same about you."
“Yeah?” Carr smirked up at her, grinding his hips up against her, groaning at the feel of her, how wet she was already. “Feels so fucking good, baby,” he groaned. “Think I like this Christmas present best of all.” He slid one hand down her back, curving over her ass, two fingers sliding between her folds, sinking into her easily. “So wet for me,” he groaned approvingly. “Fuckin’ love it.”
She gasped, arching her body to make his movements easier. Yeah, she was wet for him. Practically soaking really. It was all his fault for being so damn sexy. She clenched her muscles around him, biting her lower lip and looking down at him with a wicked smirk. "Fuck," she whispered softly. "Me too. I think we'll have to repeat Christmas every day if this is the kind of present I get," she breathed.
“Sounds good to me,” Carr murmured, fisting a hand in her hair, kissing her hungrily, his fingers rocking forward, pushing into her again and again. “Love how you feel, Gigi,” he breathed. “How fuckin’ tight you are. Gonna feel even better around my cock.” She always did. He could never get enough of Gio, of how she reacted to him. And the way she’d spoiled him, with the garage, and the tattoo...oh yeah, he was glad he was pulling out all the stops for her Christmas present. “You know this doesn’t mean you’re getting your presents early?” He murmured, smirking a little.
"Not fair," she teased, groaning as she deliberately clenched her muscles around his fingers. "I suppose I can be patient," she whispered, nipping at his lower lip. Reluctantly she moved her hips forward enough that his fingers slipped out of her. "I want you to fuck me against something," she said. "Bend me over, bite me, do that growly thing you know I like," she smirked. "Then I think I can wait a little longer for my present.
Carr growled softly, sitting up, holding her in his lap. “Aye, think I can manage that,” he murmured, kissing her slowly, deeply. He nipped at her lower lip, hands tracing over her back, reaching up to unfasten her bra and toss it aside. “Anything in particular you want to be bent over, love?” He smirked, ducking his head to kiss her neck, her throat. He loved how wicked she was, how she didn’t hold back in bed, around him. It was intoxicating, and it just made it even more impossible to imagine not being with her.
"Don't care," she said, shaking her head and kissing him again. It really didn't matter which piece of furniture he fucked her against so long as he did. She helped him remove her bra, pulling her arms free of it and flinging it aside. She wouldn't need it again tonight, surely. "Tonight's about your Christmas presents, lover," she whispered. "Where do you want me?"
Wrapping his arms around her, Carr picked her up with a growl, walking across to the table in the entrance hall, the one he’d first fucked her against, the night they’d met. He let go of her legs, letting them slide to the ground, letting her support her own weight. Kissing her one last time, he grasped her waist, spinning her around and sliding his hand up to the nape of her neck, coaxing her to lean forward, bend over the table. He didn’t say anything, not needing to speak. Hardly able to, at this point. He rubbed against her, cock sliding against her folds, coated with her wetness. Groaning, he shifted, nudging her feet wider apart with his toes against her ankle, tilting his hips so that his cock pressed against her, almost slipping in, but not quite.
God that growl felt like it had been inside of her clit, reverberating from the inside out and making her shiver even as he picked her up and moved her to the table they'd fucked at that first night. She let him move her, let him kiss her and handle her anyway he wished to handle her. She bent when he urged her to, sliding her legs apart as he wanted. Usually she didn't like taking directions from someone but Carr was the exception. She liked his directions. Fuck, she loved them. Especially when his cock was pressing against her, so close, right there. She rocked her hips a little, all but shaking her ass at him, looking over her shoulder at the man with a wicked grin. "Nice view, huh?"
“Fuckin’ brilliant view,” he assured her, grinning back just as wickedly. He pushed forward, sinking into her slowly, his hand smoothing down her spine. God, she felt good. Every single time felt like the first, felt like he hadn’t gotten laid in months. She drove him insane in all the best ways. He was careful for now, aware that her tattoo might rub against the table. He thrust into her slowly, smoothly, growling happily as he leant down, kissing the nape of her neck, sweeping her hair out of the way.
Gio groaned and arched as he sank inside of her. She wouldn't have cared if her tattoo did rub against the table. That was more than okay if he kept shoving his cock inside of her. She shivered as his fingers slid over her spine, making her arch even more with the teasing, feather light touch. "Yes," she whimpered. "God I love your cock," she groaned. "So big and hard," she breathed, clenching her muscles deliberately. "You like that pussy?" she asked him. "Gonna make it yours?" Teasing him? Why yes, she was.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, arching his hips forward, covering her body with his as he pushed into her, eased her against the table. “Fuckin’ love your pussy. Feels so good.” He bit her shoulder gently, holding her hips as he thrust again, a little harder. “Mine,” he growled.
She gasped when her tattoo pressed to the table. It was like a sunburn being poked and it made her hiss again when it brushed once more against the wood. She pulled her stomach, back which just made her press more against him, made his cock sink further inside of her. Not that it was a bad thing, mind. Fuck it was perfect. Exquisite. "Oh fuck yes," she breathed. The pain flicked through her now and again but it was worth every second to feel his thick cock press into her over and over again, stretching her cunt around it with each thrust. "Yours," she breathed. "Always."
Carr groaned as she pushed back against him, sinking deeper into her. He cursed softly, snapping his hips forward with a little more force, his lips against her shoulder, kissing the bitemark he’d left. Well. The most recent bitemark he’d left. There were more than one. Nuzzling at her neck, he let out a soft happy rumbling growl, breathing her in. She smelt so good, turned on and aching for him. For his cock. It was definitely an ego boost.
She was definitely turned on and aching. Gio couldn't get enough of Carr. The man or his cock. Those looks he gave her, the gentleness coupled with the roughness. He was a beautiful wonderful, exquisite disaster in every sense of the word. She wanted nothing more than to feel him go a little wild behind her. Or above her. Fuck if it mattered what position he put her in. She shifted, pushing up off the table, arms going behind her, over her shoulders to wrap loosely around his neck, arching her body and giving him a delicious curve and new angle to get used to. "Love you," she whispered, voice hoarse with her own arousal.
Carr growled approvingly, straightening up as she pushed back, sliding his hand up her front to play with her breasts, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger as he nipped and kissed her neck. He shifted them, turning to press her against the wall, face first, bracing his hand against the wall above her head. His hips slammed forward, pushing into her, shoving her up onto her toes with the fierceness of the thrust. He groaned approvingly, repeating the motion, hips snapping into her again and again, punishingly hard.
Gio was almost startled when he shoved her against the wall, but his rough and delicious treatment. She gasped because the wall was rough against her tattoo, making her almost hiss in discomfort. "Fuck me," she whispered, fingers tightening in his hair. She couldn't get enough of his touches, his kisses, the way he lost control around her.
“Thought I already was,” Carr murmured in a low tone, rumbling growl lacing his words. He thrust into her again and again, biting more harshly at her shoulder. He was getting close now, knowing he couldn’t last much longer. But goddamnit, he wanted her to come first. Wanted to feel her clenching around his cock. “You close?” He breathed, lifting his head to nip at her earlobe, tugging on it gently. “Or you need a little help?” He slid his hand between her body and the wall, fingers parting her folds, curling in to rub against her clit.
She'd already been close. Teetering on the edge about to fall and then he whispered those words, caught her earlobe and brushed his fingers over her clit and she let out an ungodly scream, walls clenching around him, body shuddering and convulsing between him and the wall. She couldn't even be bothered to notice the brush of her tattoo against the wall before her. Nothing mattered as the world faded around her and the sole focus of her thoughts was of Carr and the way he felt inside of her.
“Christ,” Carr groaned, that scream going straight through him, hips snapping into her again and again. The clench of her body around his cock was almost too much, almost too tight. He slammed into her body, shoving her against the wall almost roughly as he started to come, hips jerking roughly against hers, the sound of skin against skin loud in the empty hall. He growled throatily, biting down on her shoulder as he came, spilling deep within her as his teeth broke skin.
Another, less intense climax rushed through her when he came, the feel of his hot seed filling her up almost unbearable. "Fuck," she whispered, the word a punctuation to how perfect he felt. She clenched around him again, teasingly milking every drop from him that she could get, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. "Mmm," she murmured softly, leaning enough to steal a kiss from him. "Never thought I'd be the sort that likes pain," she admitted against his lips. "But fuck, when you bite me? Feels like I'm on fire."
Carr gasped for breath, face against her shoulder, trembling as he came down, his hips jerking fitfully against hers as she practically milked him. He lifted his head, kissing her gladly, leaning more heavily against the wall to let it hold them both up. “You asked me to spank you the second time we met, and you’re trying to tell me you’re not into pain?” He teased, voice a low, amused growl as he licked and kissed her shoulder, still catching his breath. “Pull the other one, love.”
She grinned at him. "Well pain that involves blood and broken skin," she amended, smirking back at him, sucking in her stomach a little in hopes that it would keep her tattoo from pressing against the wall. She squeezed him again, reluctantly pulling her hips forward enough that he slid out of her, turning between him and the wall and kissing him properly before sliding down his body, kisses pressed to any bare skin she found. She turned them, pushing his back to the wall and lowered herself to her knees. Teasingly she flicked her tongue out over his sensitive cock, tasting not only herself but him on the warm flesh. She hummed appreciatively and smirked up at him. Cupping his balls, she leaned in and kissed his hipbone, eyes focusing on his face, desiring nothing more than to torment him.
Carr groaned as she manhandled him, pushing him to lean back against the wall. Her tongue on his cock made him hiss, thigh muscles twitching. He bit down hard on his lower lip, looking down at her. “Yeah,” he breathed. “That’s it, pet.” He slid his fingers through her hair, cupping her head gently, watching as she kissed his hipbone, played with his balls. “Havin’ fun?” He asked, eyebrow quirked, smirking a little even as he spread his feet wider apart, allowing her to settle between them.
"Mhm," she murmured, nodding a little as she teasingly kissed from his hipbone to his cock, using her free hand to lift it so she could kiss beneath it and across to his other hipbone. "Aren't you?" she teased. "I could always stop," she breathed, letting her tongue run from root to tip beneath his cock before finishing her statement. "If you're too... sensitive," she smirked.
Shuddering, Carr let out a low, growling moan. “N-no,” he bit out, looking down at her. “Don’t stop. Fuck, Gio...” His cock was already filling, starting to get hard again. She turned him on the way no other woman ever had. Not even Melanie. “Wanna feel your mouth on me, love.” He told her, looking down at her on her knees. He was a lucky, lucky man.
Gio shivered a little at the way that he growled, the way that he all but begged for her to keep going. He was gorgeous. Perfect and wonderful. She slid her tongue along the underside of his cock again, swirling it around the head of him before taking just the tip into her mouth, giving it a little suck, eyes on his face. "Mmm," she murmured, pulling back off of him with a sticky and wet sounding pop. "Tastes so good," she breathed. "Your come all mixed in with the taste of my pussy," she smirked, knowing her words would get him off just as quickly as her touches.
“Fuckin’ Christ, Gi...” Carr groaned, slumping more heavily against the wall, his fingers combing through her hair. “You’re gonna kill me, if you keep talking like that.” Not that it was a complaint, not at all. Her words made his cock twitch eagerly, filling a little faster. Carr looked down, groaning again at the look of her, lips slick and wet, mouthing the tip of his cock. God. Like he needed any more reason to want her.
"Kill is a very strong word, Il mio amore," she murmured, deliberately pulling out all the stops, including Italian words to torment him a little more, tease him until he was begging for her. She smirked slightly, letting her tongue slide along the tip of his cock, lapping at him for a moment before taking the head of him into her mouth again. She sank a little further down on his cock then, an inch or so, eyes fixed on his face, watching his every reaction. Her fingers still cupped his balls, gently squeezing, rolling them in her palm and then tugging just as gently. Her other hand splayed out against his hip, fingernails pressing into his flesh.
Carr shuddered. She knew exactly what talking Italian did to him. And she did it on purpose. He didn’t mind, not when she pulled it out in bed. It did cause inappropriate reactions when she started talking to her family and switched between the two...but as long as he never actually had to sit in a room with them, it’d be fine. And Jesus, why was he thinking about her family when she was kneeling between his legs, stark naked, giving him a blowjob? Groaning, he tightened his fingers in her hair, arching his hips forward just a little, wordlessly begging her to take more of his cock. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Yeah. Fuckin’ love your mouth.” In every way possible.
She smirked as she slid down along his cock, taking him fully into her mouth, feeling him harden even further still. She rolled his balls in her hand, groaning low around his dick, curling her tongue beneath him, against the underside of his cock. She hummed in appreciation of the taste of him. Of them. Their arousals mixed together. She was wet all over again, his fluids and her own mixed together, coating the insides of her thighs. A shower would be in order, no doubt, but right now she just wanted him to keep making those beautiful noises.
Carr took a breath, groaning when he caught her scent, able to tell just how wet she was for him. And good as her mouth felt...that wasn’t what he wanted to be fucking. Tugging on her hair, he pulled Gio to his feet, coaxing her up into his arms. He picked her up, growling softly as he kissed her, taking a few steps before tumbling down onto the couch, pressing her into the cushions. “Mmm, mine,” he growled happily, nuzzling her neck as he eased into her, cock sinking into her warmth.
God he was amazing. He could jerk her up so easily, lift her and move her so easily. The gentle kisses were a stark contrast to his growls but god they were wonderful. Almost as wonderful as his cock felt once it was inside of her again. Fuck. She groaned low in her throat, head falling back, baring her throat for him. "Bite me," she begged him. She loved being marked as his, loved the way he looked at her when he saw those little bruises, the little wounds, the marks he left for other men to be warned away.
He growled happily, doing as she asked, biting down on her shoulder. “Fuck, Gio,” he groaned, licking the bitemark, careful to be gentle with her. She wasn’t a were, she couldn’t take as much punishment as Mel could. It was hard to remember that though, when she was begging for him to bite her, fuck her. When she was being bloody irresistable. He pounded into her, growling throatily, hips snapping against hers.
Gio shuddered, biting her lower lip through a moan. No, she wasn't a were, she couldn't take as much punishment, but she could certainly appreciate his ability to be gentle, even if sometimes he forgot. Her muscles clenched around him, holding tight, not wanting him to move, but wanting him to feel as good as he was making her feel, needing to make him cry out in pleasure. "Love you," she whispered, nipping at his lower lip, arms winding around his body, holding him close.
“Love you too, pet,” he murmured, shuddering as she tightened around him. “God, Gigi,” he groaned, kissing her hungrily. That wasn’t helping him hold on. Between the blow job, and the feel of her around her, he was far closer to the edge than he’d wanted to be. He wanted to drag this out, wanted it to last forever. But fuck if she wasn’t making it bloody difficult to do that. He slid a hand between them, playing with her clit, wanting her to come first. Practically demanding it.
She shivered again, winding her legs around him, her body arching against his touch, against him in general. "Fuck, Carr," she gasped, muscles clenching, unclenching and repeating the process in quick succession until she bent nearly impossibly, throwing her head back with a loud cry. If he wanted her coming first, he got what he wanted. Doubly.
He groaned, biting down hard on her shoulder as she clenched around him, bucked up against him. He thrust into her harder, again and again, ragged and uneven as he gasped, growling her name as he spilled deep within her. Panting hard, he collapsed over her on the couch, nuzzling at her shoulder, her neck, quite content not to move. Ever again.
Gio didn't want to move either. She wanted to lay there and soak in the feel, the smell, the weight of him. She'd thought at first that the mating was going to be a damper on them. What if it made her feel stuck, what if it made him feel that way? What if a million other things. But it hadn't. If anything it made her more sure that she wanted to be here, wanted to be with Carr. Like there might just be some sort of higher power working for them, rather than against. Somehow they'd ended up in each other's path and for whatever reason, he'd mated to her. Now they were for forever. And for the first time in her life, Gio felt the urge to settle down. To be part of a union between herself and someone else for the rest of forever.
She gently stroked her fingers through his hair, kissing his temple gently, humming approvingly at the way his body felt, limp above her own. "Love you," she whispered softly against his skin. "Can't get enough of you. Thank god for were stamina. I practically pounce you everytime I see you as it is."
Carr laughed huskily. “If I wasn’t a were, I doubt I’d have managed to impress you so much the first night we spent together,” he pointed out. Because yeah, she was fucking inspiring, but she wasn’t able to overcome a man’s natural stamina - or lack thereof. He was bloody glad he was a were, with the recovery period that that gifted him with. He nuzzled her cheek, shifting her over on the couch a little, lying on his side with her cuddled against his chest. There. Now he wouldn’t squish her. “Now,” he rumbled, tugging a blanket off the back of the couch, over the two of them. “How about we grab a nap, and then order some food in? Make a night of it.” He nuzzled his nose against hers, letting out a happy, grumbling sigh.
"Mhm," she murmured, nodding a little at his idea. She held tight to him, burying her face in against his throat. "Sounds good to me," she whispered, humming softly against his neck, her breathing slowly evening out a little, returning to normal. "I think your Christmas present topped mine," she smirked, closing her eyes and laughing softly.