MS. Scrooge (Girlxintersex) A short Christmas Romance

Chapter 22

Season 1 Episode 22

Aya POV

Everyone had to be working, really busy, in the kitchen since Christmas was tomorrow. Because I disliked cooking, I kept myself busy by cleaning.

My chest became heavy as darkness approached. It was soon time to exchange gifts and converse around the fireplace. We don't generally exchange gifts on Christmas since we have a long supper and a church service that I will miss. My justification to my mother, which wasn't one, was that I was really neasous.

My smile deepened as I noticed the various gifts around the tree; something about the diverse wrapping papers beautified the tree even more.

My brow furrowed as I noticed curly brown hair just beyond the tree. I took a step nearer and was astonished to see Tommy shaking the entire gift box.

"Tommy!" I yelled, and his head snapped around, a surprised expression on his face. He hurriedly stood up, but I was quick to catch him.

"What exactly were you doing there?"

He giggled naughtily.

"I was wondering if Santa had brought me a train set."

My eyes widen as I remember I forgot to get him the train set. Sure, I'd bought a lot of toys. I'd have to buy it after the Christmas and Boxing Day holidays.

"It's not good to shake the gifts; you could have harmed them."

He pouted, his head down in shame. I sighed as I lifted him up. "Even if you don't receive the train set, I'm sure Santa sent you a lot of other fantastic gifts."

"Even the scooter." His innocent eyes twinkled as he gleamed. My eyes widened as I averted my gaze.

Snap! I had forgotten about it as well.

"As well as toys in general." I mentioned, he bolted up the stairs as soon as I placed him down. I grinned as I started rearranging the gifts, huge at the back and small in front. Within the next several hours, the living room will be covered with present wrap and delighted smiles.

"Question?" Darius quiered as she handed me a cup of eggnog; I smelled it and pushed it back at her, detecting astringent odor of acholo. She raised an eyebrow, but kept it resting on the coffee table.

"What do you wish to inquire?"

"Why open gifts now instead of on Christmas morning?"

"They have a tradition of extended feasts and church services."

"Just so you know, I'm not going to church."

"You don't have to," I joked. We're going to remain at home and—"

"Make love." She cut in, taking a drink of her eggnog.

"No, we'll eat, dance, and celebrate Christmas the way it should be." I muttered as I crept into her arms.

"However, making love might also be an element of Christmas." "Do you realize how loud you can scream, Butterfly?"

"What if I just want to relax in bed with you?" I inquired, my fingers clasped around her neck. She softly leaned down to peck my lips. "What's the point when we could be busy?"

"But I'm exhausted; I've been cleaning all day and I just want to sleep."

"Well, I can sneak it in when you're sleeping; it usually works."

"No, let us just relax." I groaned.

"You know, now that I think about it, we could just lie in bed all day. Just you and me and no one else, and maybe you changed your mind and told me how much you wish to have me deep in you," she pecked my lips again.