Confident

Christmas Moaning ⚠️

⚠️ s m u t ⚠️

A/N: I'm so sorry HAHAHAHA— see what I did with the title- hehe. Did you think it was a typo? Did I get ya? Haha. Enjoy.💗💗

Christmas Day came out of nowhere. My alarm started beeping at the crack of dawn, and I groaned as I slammed the snooze button. I heard a low grumble from beside me, and then James pulled me closer to him.

"Don't leave yet," he mumbled, his voice like three notches deeper than normal. Fuck it was hot. I laughed softly, peppering his face with kisses and ruffling his hair.

"I have to," I whispered, "everyone's going to be here in three hours. Dinners in 13 hours. I need to start making the food."

"Noooo. Spend the first part of Christmas with me doll," he begged with an exhausted voice, and I gave in as always.

"Fine, but you get 15 minutes max."

"15 is more than enough," he whispered, pressing his lips to mine, "merry Christmas doll."

"Merry Christmas love," I smiled, "you know, I was thinking..."

"Go ahead," he replied, and I raised a brow, "it's Christmas doll. You probably are asking about if we can play a game. Am I wrong?"

"No..." I paused, "I wanted to play a game my brother and I play every year. It's not a rare game. It's Pictionary."

"You don't have to explain doll, I already said yes," he said softly, rubbing my cheek with his thumb as he stared up at me.

"Can we also have a -"

"Gingerbread contest?" We asked at the same time, resulting in both of us laughing.

"Yes doll. As long as it's teams and I'm with you because I am not a contractor," he mumbled, and I laughed again.

"Yes of course you would be with me. I'm not letting anyone else win. And Ooh! Would you wear matching pajamas with me? I got these really cute Snowflake ones that I saw in your size at Target."

"Go ahead," he whispered, "anything to make you happy on Christmas."

"I love you," I whispered, kissing his lips happily, "I'm so glad we get to spend Christmas together."

"It's our first Christmas together, make it memorable right?" He asked, and I nodded with a yawn, laying my head on his chest as he started to run his fingers through my hair. I became drowsy, and I ultimately ended up falling asleep. Damn you comfy ass James. But it was literally his plan because he wanted me to not stress. He instead had another plan for dinner.

I woke up god knows how much later, and I felt James' hands rubbing my back. I yawned, snuggling closer into his warm body, "how long was I out?"

"4 hours. It's 10:30," he whispered, and my eyes went wide, "before you freak out, this was my plan. I want you to be happy on Christmas rather than stressed so I have a separate plan for today."

"So I'm not cooking?" I asked, and he shook his head, "oh my god thank you because I've never been able to cook a ham right. A pig can't fucking cook it's own kind."

"You aren't a pig."

"Oink oink," I giggled, and he laughed as he caressed my cheek, "You know... since I don't have to do anything.... there's something else we could do."

"And what are you alluding to doll?" He asked, a smirk on his face, already knowing what I was about to say.

"I think you know," I murmured, my breath hot on his skin, "and I think you just want me to say it."