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The darkness was accented by the whisper of falling snow. Vala’s head lay upon Daniel’s chest, her dark hair spilling around her face. Daniel lifted her limp arm and brought it to his lips placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist, laying her hand back to rest over his heart. He could feel her smile against his chest.
“Go to sleep, Daniel.” Her muffled words held laughter.
“I’m wide awake now.” He stared at the ceiling, a happy grin on his lips. Vala had sneaked into his room as soon as the other party guests left and for some reason he didn’t toss her out. He was glad he didn’t.
Her head popped up, both hands pushing into the mattress, one on either side of him. Vala tried to shake the hair from her face.
With his hands, Daniel combed her hair back, threading his fingers through the dark mass. They were cocooned in the darkness, only the soft light seeping in from the door to the bathroom lent an ethereal glow.
He pulled her into a deep kiss.
She straddled him and he let out a delighted ‘umph’. “I have something for you.” She kissed his forehead.
“I can see that.”
Vala slapped his chest playfully, “Not that, silly. I have something else for you. What time is it?”
He came up on his elbows, “Time to go to sleep?”
“No,” she left his bed and stumbled around in the semi-darkness, “Is it still Christmas?”
“I suppose somewhere in the universe it is.” Sitting up fully he squinted trying to locate her in the fuzzy dimness.
Far across the room Vala turned on a small lamp. He closed one eye and tried to focus on her blurry, beautiful image.
She had stolen Cam’s Santa hat at Jack’s Christmas party. OH! She shouldn’t use that word anymore; she had borrowed the Santa hat. Thankfully, she had the good sense (not to mention the contrivance) to bring a suitcase full of lingerie especially chosen and purchased for her archeologist. No guilt there. A girl has to do what a girl has to do. By the time she came back to the foot of the bed, Daniel had retrieved his glasses.
There she stood. White and red Santa hat, red satin nightie, one hand on her hip and a pair of red and white handcuffs dangling, swinging, invitingly from one finger. His grin rivaled the lamplight, he tossed the glasses aside, and he leapt from the bed, straight to the end and grabbed the cuffs, snapped them on her as he planted his mouth on hers. She didn’t even have time to squeal.
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