The Surrogate

Back where you belong

Seb closes the door, the last of his family have left and the house is now silent after a full day of eating, happy chatter, lots of laughter and some corny jokes. Today was a day for family and spending time with people who he unfortunately gets to see far less often than he'd like, though next year onwards will be different. Tomorrow.... Tomorrow is going to be a day just for himself, Holly and Emilia - his own little family on their first Christmas Day together.

Now there's only one thing on his mind.

He finds Holly in the kitchen; she's stood at the sink, washing wine glasses, her back to him. Her hair hangs down her back in silky waves that look irresistibly soft and the short, red, long sleeved dress she has on is still showing off her long legs - long legs that he can't wait to feel wrapped around him as sinks himself into her.

She's aware that he's now behind her, she was just about able to hear his sock covered feet on the wooden floor as he'd entered the kitchen and now she can feel the heat of his gaze upon her. Her stomach flips with excitement and she briefly stops what she's doing as she waits to see what he's going to do.

She knows that he'll be wanting her, the stolen kisses and the way she's caught him looking at her all evening, with lust shining in his eyes, has told her that.

With her hand still in the hot, soapy water, she smiles. She still can't quite believe that she's got him back and she has to remind herself that it's still Christmas Eve, yet it feels like Christmas Day because being here with Emilia and having Seb back feels like the greatest gift of all.

Instead of feeling his touch, though, some music suddenly begins to play. It makes her jump and then giggle a little nervously, what on earth is he up to?

The tune is smooth, starting with a piano and a saxophone, followed by a warm, velvety male voice. She's heard this track before, it's from a soundtrack to a movie, Fifty Shades Darker and she wonders if he's watched the films or if it's just a track he likes.

His hands land on her waist before slithering around to her front to make his arms envelope her and he seductively murmurs in her ear, "dance with me."

Dancing? It's not quite what she had in mind or was hoping for.

Still, she dries her hands and throws the towel down before spinning round to face him.

He takes hold of her as if he's a seasoned pro, his right hand taking her left, his left arm around her as he sweeps her away from the sink.

As they start to sway, she throws her head back and laughs, it's literally like the scene from the movie where Christian and Anastasia dance in his vast apartment before heading out to his parents' for a meal.

Her laughter fills the kitchen and he can't help but swoon over her. The music might be playing through his phone but in his mind he's got the band and singer playing just for them as he dances with the beautiful woman he loves.

Her happiness and infectious laughter is worlds away from the sad, broken woman who left him in September and he spins her around, delighting in her laughter and the sheer joy on her face.

She's never experienced this before, never knew he liked to dance but they're swaying together, gazing into each other's eyes, perfectly in sync and lost in the music.

She's now pressed fully against him, his arms around her waist, her wrists crossed over each other at the back of his neck, foreheads touching. The lighthearted laughter has stopped and they're both caught up in each other's spell.

Neither of them hear the music end and silence surround them. They've stopped swaying, now they're just standing there holding each other. The heat is building, their minds reconnecting and she's forgetting to breathe because he's her sole focus. She's already completely under his control, her body highly tuned to his and literally thrumming with anticipation.