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Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me
Sombra awoke from her nap in the late evening with a groan. The faint spill of the music from beyond the bedroom was partially the reason she arose.
Also, her nose was itchy.
A bit groggy, this was quickly dispelled as the music filled her with curiosity.
The hell’s going on in there? Is she making cookies for Santa?
She rolled onto her side, waiting it out to see if the familiar slumber of sleep would come back. After what felt like a short eternity, the feeling unfortunately didn’t return, and she briefly mourned the loss before slowly rising to sit up in the bed.
I wonder what she’s up to… She pondered as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and made her way to the door.
Walking into the hall, she thought she would walk down to see Satya either cooking in the kitchen or watching TV in the living room. She wasn’t prepared for the hall to be as dark as the bedroom as she held onto the railing as she made her way down.
Been an awful good girl
The music increased with each step she took as she came closer to the source. As her socked feet made contact with the hardwood floors at the bottom of the steps, she was greeted by the glow of candles to the right in the living room.
As she took a step further in the room, she noticed that the lights on the Christmas tree were on, shining colorful lights bouncing off the ornaments. Looking underneath the tree was the real prize she didn't expect.
Under the twinkling lights of the tree was Satya—
Lying on her side with her head perched on one arm.
In a pair of elbow-length white gloves.
A pair of thigh-highs to match.
And what appeared to be a hardlight construct around her core pieces formed to replicate the appearance of Christmas wrapping.
And to top it off, she was wearing the same shit-eating grin that Sombra herself normally wears when she’s up to no good.
Oh fuck, I think this must be a dream.
It was, in fact, better than her dreams.
Sombra could only stare in awe as she gazed at Satya's bold display.
Satya looked up at Sombra, the self-satisfied smirk dancing on her mouth like the gleam of gloss along her lips. She raised a hand in front of her, motioning her closer with her index finger in a come-hither motion.
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Dropping to her knees, Sombra crawled closer and gave a low whistle. “Princesa, what’s all this for?”
Satya batted her eyelashes enticingly before she spoke. “According to my calculations, it appears that you have been very well behaved this year. Because of this, you deserve a gift.”
Sombra’s eyebrows rose. “A gift?” Then her lips curled into a smirk as her voice deepened. “Didn’t think I would be able to see myself on Santa’s nice list, but I’m definitely not complaining.”
“You were such a good girl for me that I figured that Santa might make an exception,” she purred.
Always a sucker for praise, Sombra shivered as the hair on the back of her neck raised. Before she could lean in closer to give her a kiss, Satya placed one gloved finger on Sombra’s lips, stopping her in her tracks. Sombra blinked.
“Not so fast. As a reward for your behavior. Santa has tasked me with rewarding you with exactly one gift to open early. I hope that you do choose wisely.”
Grabbing Satya delicately by the chin, Sombra cheekily declares her prize, whispering heat into her ears in more ways than one. “I think that I want this one. I might enjoy unwrapping this gift…piece by piece.”
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
Both women move closer, facing each other, as they feel the warmth radiating from their faces due to the close contact.
Sombra could only let out a “Gracias, Santa Clós” as she peppered Satya’s face in kisses and began to unwrap her gift in earnest, as Satya giggled.
The room was now filled with Christmas cheer and glee as both women enjoyed the best gift that could have ever been given or crafted, each other.
Santa, baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight