Friends: Christmas

Part 6

"I'm dreaming of a,

white Christmas,

just like the one we used to know,"

Chris sings softly, running his fingers through your hair as you lay snuggled into his arms on the bed, your face pressing against his neck. He knows that's your favorite Christmas carol, and you sigh as you listen to his voice, soothing your strung out nerves.

You'd been fighting on and off all day, and though you weren't really mad at each other, it was making the atmosphere tense. His mother was staying out of it, keeping herself out of every room the two of you happen to be in, and she hadn't made one comment about the situation to you yet.

Which you're very thankful for.

You wish your family was more like her

You snuggle closer into your boyfriends arms, your legs twining through his.

He knew how to calm you down.

."Better?" he murmurs, and you nod.

"You should do a Christmas album," you mumble, and he chuckles.

"We did one song, remember?"

"Yeah, but it's not the same."

You want actual Christmas carols.

Chris just chuckles, and nuzzles your ear with his nose, making you giggle.He gives you a goofy grin, blowing raspberries against your skin that makes you laugh as you try to push him away.

"Ewww, no, Chris!"

He laughs, and rolls you over onto your back, trapping your wrists playfully beside your head, your dark hair spilling across the white pillowcase below. He leans down to kiss you quickly, your lips eagerly rising to meet his, refusing to let him get away with just a peck.

His tongue teases your lips, running across your lower one until it parts from the upper, allowing him inside. The kiss deepens, and your hips shift beneath his where he straddles you.

You couldn't help yourself.

His grip tightens slightly around your wrists, his hair brushing your face as he leans closer.

I love you.

The words rise dangerously, and you do your best to swallow them down, your hands curling into fists; it was way too early in the relationship to say those words, despite how much you meant them.

You doubt he feels the same, at least not like that.

Chris wasn't the type to fall in love quickly.

One hand slips from yours, running slowly down your body, and you grumble as his lips disappear from yours, only to descend upon your neck. Your eyes close as he shifts over you, his knees slipping between yours quickly, and your free hand curls around his neck, into his hair, dragging his lips eagerly back to yours.

You feel him tugging on your shirt, popping the buttons open and letting it slip open.

He was in the slow mode, eh?

You bite your lip as you feel his teeth against your neck, your fingers tightening in his hair, and his hand slowly travels down the valley of your breasts, your breath hitching as he continues down your stomach.

"Chris, honey, I have some of your - whoops!"

Chris jerks, almost throwing himself off of you in horror as his mother steps into his bedroom without knocking, his face turning a shade of red you'd never seen before as he trips off the edge and into the floor, cursing.