"Maybe there is a box of kisses from me under that tree. You'll never know until you open them." He had in fact made a small book of coupons for her. You know, personal slave for a day, sex slave for a day, massage, the usual romantic crap.
His lips left hers and worked their way down her neck. "Of course it's your favorite." He purred against the spot where her neck met her collar. From his back pocket Hannibal pulled out a flat silver ornament. Carved into the surface it said 'Hannibal and Abigail King' on the second line it read 'Christmas 2008'. "I got this for the tree."