Fate || BENNIFER

Merry

Jennifer's P.O.V

The room was alive with laughter and music, as our long-awaited Christmas party was in full swing. It was just the first of what we hoped would become our new annual tradition. The house was adorned with festive decorations and twinkling lights, but the real gem was in the corner of the room, where a beautifully decorated Christmas tree stood tall. The crackling fire in the fireplace added a touch of coziness to the scene, as guests mingled and chatted happily with each other. There were easily one hundred of them. Family and friends had all gathered, eager to partake in the festivities and celebrate the holiday season together.

I wore a breathtaking Gucci dress that epitomized elegance and sensuality. The baby green hue stood out among the rest of dress choices, black and red dominating the scene. The silky fabric caressed my skin, draping gracefully down my frame. Thin straps delicately hugged my shoulders, leading the eye to the plunging neckline that hinted at allure. The dress was tailored to be body shaping, accentuating my curves in all the right places, while also allowing for a hint of flow and movement.

As a singer, I knew that live music was a must for the occasion. With Stevie at the piano, we launched into a lively rendition of Jingle Bells, our voices blending in perfect harmony as the crowd sang along. We worked our magic, performing all the classic Christmas songs that everyone knew and loved. After a particularly merry performance of It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas, I took a moment to address the crowd. Holding the mic in my hand, I smiled warmly at the guests, feeling a surge of gratitude for their presence.

"Thank y'all for coming." I said. "It means a lot."

The room erupted into applause, and I couldn't help but smile. I paused for a moment. And then, I added a touch of humor to my thank you.

"If you're feeling a little too merry, please steer clear of the pool. We don't need any unexpected swims tonight." I quipped, eliciting laughter from the crowd. "Have fun, everyone!"

I beamed with joy as I set the microphone down and made my way through the crowd, greeting guests and receiving compliments on my performance.

I joined Ben by the fireplace. His eyes had been fixated on me throughout my performance, a warm smile on his face.

"That was wonderful, baby." Ben said.

"Did you like it?" I beamed at him.

"I loved it." He replied, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close for a sweet kiss.

As we broke apart, he let out a chuckle.

"But your mom is about to overshadow you." He teased. "It really runs in the family."

I turned around to see what he was talking about, only to find my mom stepping up to the mic. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause.

"Oh, there she goes." I said with a laugh.

She had always been a showstopper, and it seemed tonight was no exception.

"That dress you're wearing... is calling me to do unholy things to you." Ben murmured, his voice low and filled with a dangerous lust.

"Ben!" I shot him a playful glare, my lips curling into a smile.

"Let's go while we can, while the spotlight is on someone else." He suggested, his gaze locking with mine.

"Where do you wanna go?" I played along with his game, asking softly in his ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pretending we were having a slow dance.

"Upstairs." His voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine, a rush of heat flooding my body.

"Now?" My eyes alight with excitement.