Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

North Pole Inspector Lisa Manoban

"Did you guys have fun at choir practice?" Lisa asked, wrapping her arms around Roseanne the second she took off her coat.

"Jennie did," Roseanne answered before leaning in to give Lisa a quick kiss hello. "The rest of us tone-deaf people were told to stand around and look cute."

"Oh honey," Lisa pouted, reaching a hand up to play with the white fuzzy pom-pom on Roseanne's hat. "At least you look really cute with this."

Roseanne kissed Lisa again just because she could. She kicked off her shoes, and pulled the smaller woman flat against her, earning an approving hum from her.

"Is that your phone or are you that happy to see me?" Lisa asked against Roseanne's lips, breathing in the quickly fading scent of incense.

Roseanne stuck a hand into her pocket and pulled out a handful of candy canes, smiling like a child. "I swiped these for you. They're mint chocolate flavored."

"My personal Santa Claus," Lisa put one hand on Roseanne's heart and tapped there with one finger. "How romantic."

Roseanne only smiled. And when Lisa took the Santa hat off her head to put it on her own, Roseanne could only look at the woman with infinite fondness, watching as she happily walked away into the kitchen, no doubt making them tea to go with the stolen candy.

Roseanne didn't see her hat again till three days later, when Lisa walked into their bedroom wearing the jacket part of a Santa's outfit—and only the jacket—and the hat that started everything.

"I'm going to need you to put that book down and answer a couple of questions," Lisa said, voice serious.

Roseanne paused for a second before complying, taking off her glasses and putting the book on the bedside table.

"Yes?" Roseanne sat up straighter in bed.

"Are you on the nice list or the naughty list?" Lisa asked, stepping closer to the bed.

"Lisa," Roseanne smiled.

"It's North Pole Inspector Manoban to you. Now, answer me," Lisa's voice was sterner this time, and she put one knee up on the mattress, obvious in her intentions to distract Roseanne.

"If I say the nice list, do I get a reward?" Roseanne wondered aloud.

"So you've been a nice little girl for Santa?"

"Yes?" Roseanne wasn't sure how to tell her girlfriend that the very phrasing of her sentence injected a new sense of excitement into her veins.

"I seem to sense naughtiness in your thoughts," Lisa clicked her tongue, climbing into their bed and straddling Roseanne. "Are you getting naughty?"

"Depends on if you're wearing underwear, Inspector," Roseanne countered, breath hitching as Lisa moved to sit on her stomach.

"You're naughty, then," Lisa said in lieu of an answer. "Now, second question."

"Yes, love?"

"Does the naughty girl want to unwrap her Christmas present early?" Lisa slowly pulled one side of the jacket up, just high enough to reveal the red ribbon and beautiful bow tied around her left thigh.

"If naughty girls like me get to have you all to myself?" Roseanne walked her fingers up Lisa's supple skin, stopping just below the ribbon. "What do the good girls get?"

Lisa leaned down to kiss Roseanne, whose hands instinctively went to Lisa's waist. Lisa let Roseanne slide her hands up to her chest from under the jacket. She inhaled as Roseanne's fingertips found her nipples. She let the woman caress her for a little while, getting herself worked up, before she linked their hands together and went back to making out with her fast-blushing girlfriend.