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A snowball hit my face right in the bed. “Are you kidding me?”
When I sat up, it was Samira staring at me in nothing but a red teddy that hid nothing but, well, like actually nothing. It was lace from shoulder to thigh, red lace.
She had a Santa hat on. “Want your gift?”
“Please God yes.” I jumped from the bed, tangled in my sheets, as I stumbled to the ground, only to have her on top of me instantly. “Yes wife, yes.”
She grinned and flipped me onto my back, then threw the sheets away. “You have to unwrap me first.”
“Tell me there are no buttons.”
“A zipper.”
“God bless us every one,” I murmured and made quick work at her back, tugging the lace garment off of her, shoving it past her thighs down to her knees. “This might be a quick unwrapping.”
“Meh, I never save the paper anyway.”
“God, I love you.”
She paused and kissed me on the nose. “I love you too.”
I turned her onto the ground and stripped. “I missed you.”
“We were together for hours.”
“Doesn’t count.” I breathed against her neck as we joined together, as our bodies melted against each other in every way I’d always wanted. I was claiming my queen. “Doesn’t matter, only this.”
“Creating.” She gasped as I kissed her harder and pressed into her. “An heir?”
“Love.” We moved in sync, the most perfect sync you could imagine as my hips rolled against hers, as my lips captured her moans and kisses, every last one with every single movement, with every single Christmas wish I’d ever had between us.
She captured my lips and whispered, “Zautland, my King.” And relaxed beneath me. I knew we’d have more moments like this, and that she was as tired as I was. I thought she’d ask me to tuck her in, to braid her hair, my queen needed a break, instead, she leaned up looking beautiful and gloriously naked, her hair draped in waves down her back. She clung to me harder and whispered, “Do you… want to build?”
“A sandwich?” I guessed.
“A family.” She flipped me over onto my back easily. “And then many, many…” She kissed my mouth harder. “Sandwiches, starting with a Christmas themed one right now.”
I laughed. “We’ll have to sneak past the staff.”
“And,” she added, “Make sure Arthur and Frederick don’t catch us.”
“Why does everyone always catch us?”
“Because you’re scandalous?” She shrugged and jumped to her feet. “But isn’t it fun?”
I grinned and hopped out of bed while she put on a robe.
“Maybe…” I grabbed my slippers. “That’s what the rush was, what kept their marriage alive, the constant fear of getting caught in the kitchen.”
She threw a slipper at my head and laughed. “Or the normalcy of just going to a kitchen and making it yourself.”
“They needed it.”
“They did.”
We shared a smile and after I grabbed my robe, I grabbed her hand and poked my head out the door. “Do we boldly walk or just sprint?”
“Sprint.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Or maybe we race?”
