Title: All I Want for Christmas
Summary: Santa Claus is coming…
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
It was only mid afternoon on Christmas Eve, but she was tired and ready to go home. However, she couldn’t. Not yet. Not until the Christmas Party was over.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like Christmas. Quite the opposite really. She loved Christmas, and everything about it.
She just did not want to be at THIS party.
Not with the man she was attracted to, moving around the room dressed up as Santa Claus, carrying a sprig of mistletoe and kissing every officer he came upon… male or female; albeit on the cheek. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have minded, and would have happily joined in the fun… but she did not want just a kiss on the cheek from him. Not after having already gotten a taste of him earlier in the day when he’d caught her under some mistletoe that had been hung in the break room.
And when one of the members of Major Crimes had pushed a
chair into the centre of the room for Santa to sit…
She’d quietly left the room, and slipped into the empty conference room she now occupied. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the cool window and closed her eyes, sighing once more as the memory of that kiss flashed through her mind.
“Captain Raydor, hold a moment, please.”
“As a matter of fact, there is,” Pope said with a smile on his face and pointed up.
“Don’t tell me…” she began and slowly tilted her head back. “Mistletoe,” she said flatly.
“Mistletoe,” Pope echoed, amusement lacing his voice.
“Oh, come on, Captain, it’s tradition,” Will said as he gently grasped her shoulders and leaned closer. “Where’s your Christmas spirit?” He whispered as he brushed his lips over hers softly.
A soft moan escaped
No sooner had the kiss
begun then it was over, and Will was stepping away. “See you at the party later…
The sound of a door closing, and locking, startled
He hadn’t noticed her, and she watched as he pulled the Santa hat off his head and tossed it onto his desk, followed by the white hair and beard. The large black belt was unbuckled next, and then his fingers were making quick work on the buttons of the Santa jacket. Once they were undone, he quickly removed the padding, dropping it to the floor.
As Will started to remove the jacket,
However, at that moment, her cell phone rang, causing her to jump, and Will’s eyes to snap up and over to her.
It was her daughter.
“No, I’m still at work. Office Christmas party,” she answered then gave Pope an almost shy smile as he stopped in front of her. “I told you, Melissa, it’s fine. Yes, I’m sure. I will see you guys then.”
She rolled her eyes, and watched a slight smirk curl the corners of Will’s mouth.
“Mel, I need to… all right, put her on,”
Will chuckled softly.
“Yes, I will leave some milk and cookies out for Santa. Let me talk to mommy now. I love you too, Kelsie. Bye, baby,”
“I gathered,” Will said then met her eyes. “So, how far were you going to let me undress before you let me know you were here?”
Will smirked and shook his head in amusement, then asked, “Why’d you leave the party to hide out here? You’re not a Scrooge about Christmas, are you?”
“No, I’m not. I actually love Christmas,” she answered.
“Then why’d you leave the party?”
“Are you sure?”
She could feel Will’s eyes on her but kept hers on the view of the city outside of the window.
He was close.
The Santa jacket he still wore was hanging open; affording
her a nice view of his chest… covered by nothing more than a thin white
t-shirt. The matching red pants, much
too large for him without the padding, were being held up by a pair of bright
red suspenders but still hung low on his hips, showing off a slight, but firm
stomach and abs. Add to that, the fact
that she had a Santa fetish - something she would never admit to anyone -
“About that kiss earlier,” Will said. “I’m sorry…”
“Oh no! I’m not sorry about that in the slightest,” Will told her with a smile. “I was apologizing if I upset you with the kiss.”
“So… if I told you that you were standing under some more mistletoe… it would okay to kiss you again?”
“Are you kidding me?
I’m under it again?”
Will grinned as he nodded. “Yes, I am,” he agreed as he stepped closer, still holding the mistletoe over her head. He cupped her cheek in his free hand and lowered his mouth to hers.
Unlike their first kiss, a gentle, learning kiss that had
ended before it’d really begun… this kiss started off deep and passionate;
The sprig of mistletoe fell quietly to the floor as Will
wrapped his arm around
When he pulled his mouth from hers, they were both panting softly.
“I’ve been wanting to do that again all day,” Will told her in a quiet voice; rubbing his thumb back and forth against her cheek.
“Me too,” she whispered.
Will grinned at
“What are you doing?”
Pope grinned at her through the fluffy white beard and patted his lap. “You didn’t sit on Santa’s lap earlier,” he told her. “So, now’s your chance to tell Santa if you’ve been naughty or nice… and what you want for Christmas.”
Yes. She was attracted to him.
Yes. She’d fantasized about him… about having sex with him… more times than she could count.
But he was her superior officer. Was she willing to risk her career… and more importantly, her heart by getting involved with him?
She blinked then turned and walked to the conference room door.
His eyes flew open when he heard the lock on the door click
into place, and watched
A smile came to his lips as she neared, and he patted his
lap once again in invitation. She surprised
him when, instead of sitting sideways on his lap like everyone else had,
She grasped his face in her hands then burrowed through the beard to cover his mouth with hers; kissing him hard. Will’s hands found purchase in her long auburn hair, angling her head in order to deepen the kiss.
“Very naughty…” Will replied, sliding his hands down her back to cup her rear and pull her firmer against his growing arousal. “Very naughty… but that’s oh so nice…”
“You asked what I wanted for Christmas?”
“Yes…” Will murmured as he moved his hands between the close press of their bodies, and began to work at the buttons on her blouse.
She straightened up and looked down at him as he stared at her breasts. “Like what you see?”
“Oh yeah,” Will nodded, his attention still focused on her chest. He raised his hands to cup her breasts. He thumbed her nipples through the black lace of her bra… grinning to beat all at the candy canes dotting the fabric. “I love candy canes…” Will told her as he bowed his head and pulled a lace covered nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth.
“…Will…” his name escaped her in a rush against the smooth skin of his head when he tugged down the cup of her bra, freeing her breast that wasn’t in his mouth. His fingers immediately began teasing her nipple; twisting and pulling on the hard point.
He felt good in her hand. Hot, hard… silken covered steel, and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to have him inside her. She moved her lips down to his ear and told him so in a husky whisper.
Will released her breast with a groan of her name, and
raised his head to meet
He gave her a quick kiss, and then, amidst a few giggles and grunts, and just a little swearing, they managed to get his pants out of the way without falling out of the chair.
Sharon took him in hand again, stroked him as she moved closer, angling her hips as Will reached between them and pulled her panties to the side. They both inhaled sharply when the head of his erection came into contact with her wet pussy.
“Oh god… Will…”
“Damn… you’re tight…” Will muttered, feeling her quiver around him as her body strove to adjust to him. He lifted his hips slightly.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, his brow wrinkling in concern.
She smiled at him, and shook her head, reaching up to smooth her fingers over the furrows on his forehead. “No, you didn’t. I told you… it’s been a while, that’s all.” Her smile grew. “And you’re not exactly a small man, Will.”
A grin spread out across his face at that, and he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” he whispered then lowered his head to rain soft kisses over her chest as his hands trailed slowly up and down her back.
She rocked her hips against him, laughing softly at the moan he released against her chest.
“I take it you’re ready?” Will asked, nipping at the swell of her breast.
She grasped his face in her hands and captured his lips with hers, kissing him deeply…her tongue matching the slow pace of their lower bodies. She moaned into his mouth when his hands slid down to cup her ass and pull her closer.
Their bodies continued to move in the chair; hips rocking and circling.
“No, it’s not,” Will agreed.
“It was a nice thought though,” a small smile played on her lips. She scraped her nails gently through the fringe of hair on his head. “I want to feel more of you, Will. I want to feel you deeper… harder…”
Will groaned. “Hold that thought and hang on,” he told her, and slid his hands from her rear to grasp her thighs. He held her close, and then slowly got to his feet.
She tightened her legs around him, her fingers clenching around his. “Yes…” she panted into his mouth as he increased his pace; pressing deeper inside her with every stroke. “…oh yes, Will…”
Will trailed his lips along her jaw to her ear. “You feel so good,
He watched her breasts – one covered, one bare – bounce on her chest with every drive of his cock into her snug channel. It was a tantalizing sight, one he couldn’t resist. He lowered his head and caught the hard point of the bared breast in his mouth.
“Will!” She cried out softly and arched under him as he bit her nipple, the pleasure and pain shooting through her body to centre where they were joined. His tongue laved the berried tip, suckling in time with his thrusting hips.
It was almost too much, and yet it wasn’t enough. Both wanted and needed more.
“Will… Will, I need…”
“More… yeah…” Will murmured, releasing her breast and pushing himself up so that he was standing straight. He grasped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the table then slid his hands down to hold on to her thighs; holding her open, and holding her close. Will withdrew almost completely then paused, his gaze dropping down to look at her. He groaned at the sight. Her pussy swollen, glistening with her arousal, surrounding the broad head of his cock. It was almost all he could do to not come right then.
“Like what you see?”
“Oh yeah,” Will answered without hesitation, and moved a hand from her thigh to rub his thumb over her clit.
He grinned and shifted his hand back to hold her thigh then thrust hard inside her. He withdrew and plunged in again… and again.
Will grinned and continued to move inside her. Every drive of his length into her sheath, making her gasp, moan and hum; each sound spurring him on. He couldn’t get enough of her. She felt so good around him… so tight… so wet… he groaned. Will could feel her quivering around his cock, feel the beginnings of her orgasm, and he moved his hand from her thigh to once again play her clit with his thumb.
Will nodded, and did as she asked; thrusting harder and faster into her. His own release was closing in on him, but he wanted to be assured of her pleasure before he gave in to his own. Wanted to see and feel her come… and to know it was because of him… because of his cock moving in and out of her warm and willing pussy.
“Mmm… yes… there…”
“…Will… oh god…”
It was the strain she heard in his voice; his fight to hold
onto his control, combined with a hard, deep thrust and the ever present
rubbing of her clit that pushed
That was all Will needed, and as her inner muscles grabbed
and clenched around his cock, he joined her, falling into his orgasm with a
loud cry of her name, spilling his seed deep inside her. He fell forward, covering
Sharon wrapped her arms and legs around him, held him to her tightly as their bodies continued to rock together, each pulling everything they could from the other; shuddering endlessly against each other as their orgasms consumed them.
When they finally
lay quiescent on the hard surface; their breathing slowly returning to normal,
“Stay with me tonight,” Will spoke softly against her ear then shook his head as he swore softly and pushed himself up on his arms. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“It’s Christmas Eve,” he said. “You’ll be with your family, so forget I asked. It wasn’t fair of me.”
“I would love to
spend the night with you,”
Will smiled against her fingers.
what about your kids?”
“They’re spending the holiday with their mother,” he answered, a touch of melancholy in his voice. “They won’t be home until the day after Christmas. We’ll celebrate then.”
Will nodded. “I would like that.”
“Look at us,” she said. “We’re half naked lying on your conference table…”
“And I’m still inside you,” Will pointed out, very aware of her around him, even if he was no longer hard.
“I think,” Will began, “that we should get dressed, go back to the party for a little while longer then head to my place for dinner…”
Will groaned. “Definitely dessert.”
“Don’t move,” he told her as he pulled his t-shirt off.
“You’re welcome,” he replied as he pulled her panties back into place. He groaned. “Oh god… they match…”
“I promise,” she said and brushed her lips over his.
Will grinned and stepped away from her. He quickly cleaned himself then walked into his office to change.
He smirked at her, and she giggled.
A few minutes later, dressed in one of his usual suits, Will joined her. “Ready?”
Will caught her hand then pulled her against him. He gave her a quick kiss then placed his Santa hat on her head.
She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“Let’s give them something to talk about,” Will told her with a cheeky grin.
The words were
spoken softly against her ear, and
“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” Will told her as he nuzzled his face into her hair.
Will’s office the night before, they’d rejoined the Christmas party for a
time. Both had been painfully aware of
the other for the rest of the afternoon, wanting nothing more than to leave so
that they could continue exploring this new development in their
relationship. Once the party had wound
down, they’d left, and
He’d fed her, much to her amusement, a Christmas Eve meal of pizza and Coke, while they’d watched old Christmas movies. A tradition, he’d told her, that he’d started back in college. One he’d made sure to share with his children, much to their mother’s chagrin.
Once they’d finished eating, she’d asked Will if he had something she could change into, as she’d not thought to stop by her place to pick up a change of clothes. He’d nodded, sent her upstairs, and told her to grab something out of his closet.
She’d opened his closest, and spotted a well-worn denim shirt hanging near the back. It, more than any of his other shirts, had appealed to her, so she’d grabbed it then slipped into the bathroom to change. When she’d emerged, she’d dropped her folded clothes onto his dresser and stole into his top drawer for a pair of socks.
“I have never seen that shirt look so good,” Will said, his eyes raking appreciatively over her.
“When you were in the bathroom,” he answered then gestured to the fire. “I thought we’d listen to some Christmas music, and talk… if that’s all right with you?”
Before she had a chance to sit, Will pulled her into his embrace and they shared a few dances in front of the fire.
“What are you thinking about?”
She tilted her head back slightly and smiled. “Last night… dancing with you in the living room…”
Will grinned. “I’ve always wanted to spend a quiet Christmas Eve that way. Simply holding a beautiful woman in my arms.”
After dancing, they’d cuddled on the couch under an afghan, sipped some wine, and spent the evening talking quietly; getting to know one another better. After a while, with the soft music and crackling fire enhancing the romance of the day, they’d found themselves in a good, old-fashioned make out session on the sofa.
But they hadn’t made love.
“I just want to hold you,” Will whispered in her ear as he pulled her closer. “I like feeling you in my arms.”
They’d fallen asleep soon after that and slept the whole night in each other’s arms. The next morning however…
“Thinking about how I woke you up this morning?” He asked, amusement lacing his voice.
Will grinned and kissed her shoulder.
He’d woken before her that morning, happier than he remembered being in a long time thanks to the woman in his arms. As the minutes ticked by, Will had not been able to resist touching her. He’d maneuvered her leg up over his and had slipped his hand inside her panties. She’d woken up gasping his name, her body shuddering in his arms as his fingers continued to move inside her.
“I promise, it won’t be the last time you wake up that way,” Will told her.
“You heard that?”
“Yeah, I meant it.”
After he’d woken
her that morning, they’d made love there on the couch… then again in the shower
an hour later. Shortly after that,
they’d headed over to
She’d been a little worried about her daughter and son’s reactions to Will, but other than being a little surprised, both Melissa and Mark had been happy for her.
At one point,
“I just have two questions and a warning for you,” Mark said.
“What’s that?” Will asked.
“Are you sleeping with our mother, and what are your intentions?” Mark stepped closer and crossed his arms. “ And, if you hurt her, police officer or not, I’ll kill you.”
“Understood,” Will nodded. “To answer your questions, yes, I am sleeping with your mother. As for my intentions, I promise you, they are honourable. I care about your mother, Mark. She is a fascinating woman, and I want to get to know her better… and, I want to see where this relationship goes.”
Mark regarded him for several moments before nodding and extending his hand to Will. “I believe you. But just remember what I told you.”
“Don’t worry, son, I will.”
“This is about more than sex to me, Sharon,” Will told her. “I would really like to explore a relationship with you. I think we could be good together. I know the reputation I have… that everyone thinks I’m some kind of man-whore, but I’m really not.”
“I know that,
Will smiled. “So… does that mean we’re officially a couple?”
He leaned in and kissed her softly.
Will’s voice was
soft as he slowly rolled her onto her back, and covered her body with his. “Merry Christmas,
As they began to
make love, a thought flitted through
All she’d wanted for Christmas was Will… and Santa had given him to her.
“Merry Christmas, Will…”