Die In California

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Devyn's POV:

I woke up Christmas morning to JP kissed being showered on my cheeks by JP, making me lightly giggle as I squished his cheeks between my hands. "Merry Chrishmush pweddy grl." He spoke between squashed lips, making me giggle harder.
"We said that a few hours ago." I teased, but wished him a Merry Christmas nevertheless, before pressing my lips to his. "Now where's my presents?"

Once again, JP grabbed my hand and dipped it below the covers, securing my hand around his morning wood. Typical JP move. I laughed and tightened my hold, lightly squeezing his tip as he continued to grow within my fist. Without missing a beat, a quiet groan built in the back of his throat, encouraging me to begin to move my hand.

His lips dipped down to meet mine again, pulling me in deep, and prompting me to wrap my leg over his, ultimately straddling his thigh. "Mh, need'a be quick, Cole'll be up soon." JP mumbled against my lips, already pulling me up over his body. It seemed he was just as desperate as me.

Our bodies moved in time to the rhythm of a silent drum, skin brushing heated skin, a thin sheen of sweat coating our bodies to ease our movements. "I love you," was whispered between us, our breath swirling between us. 

My eyelids had long ago fluttered closed as my eyes rolled back, focusing on the rhythmic pumping of JP's hips, and his tight grip on my hips. It seemed that cowgirl was JP's favourite at the moment. But I couldn't complain; he reached a new spot every time, bringing us both the most pleasure.

My moans were silenced by JP's lips on mine as we effortlessly fell off the edge of bliss, into an abyss. JP's hands were soft against my body as I slumped against his chest, my head resting right above his thumping heart as his chest heaved with every breath. "'m so glad you're here." I heard him whisper into the silence of his bedroom, causing a smile to form.
"Thank you for having me here. I love you."

We took it in turns showering, then changed back into our matching Christmas pjs. They were the classic red and black plaid pyjamas that every family wore on Christmas, and that were perfect for Instagram-worthy Christmas posts. JP was reluctant to wear his, but with the promise of something to come later, I managed to get him into them.

Andrea had bought us all a pair, letting us unwrap them Christmas Eve night. They'd changed into theirs before bed, after their showers or bath, but JP and I hadn't managed to get into ours last night. We'd gone straight to bed after our moment on the couch, and hadn't bothered to put any clothes on. But we made an effort to change into them in the morning, knowing that Andrea would be on our case if we didn't.

JP's hand was in mine as we headed downstairs, finding Cole impatiently waiting at the kitchen table with the plate of Christmas cookie crumbs in front of him - Santa Claus had been. 'Merry Christmas's were exchanged between us all as the two parents engulfed JP and I in hugs, despite our weak protests, and Cole playfully glared up at us for being 'time wasters'. 

"Didn't know when you two would be up, so thought we'd start with breakfast first to give you a bit more time to wake up." Andrea explained with a laugh as she filled Cole's plate back up with sweet treats. We had mini pancakes, blueberry or chocolate chip muffins, and jelly donuts to choose from, but all of us went for a bit of each. It was Christmas after all.

We sat around the dining table to fill our faces with sugary goodness, then retreated to the living room, where we found a stash of neatly wrapped gifts surrounding the Christmas tree. Cole instantly dropped to the floor in front of the tree, an unbelievably excited grin on his face as he began rooting through the presents to find his. Andrea and Pops were on the couch together, watching with a smile in their Christmas pjs.