Situation

Chapter 24: Christmas Crisis

        My eyes flicker open to afternoon light flooding the bedroom. It was the fifteenth which meant one thing in my mind: Christmas shopping.

It was a tradition of mine to go Christmas shopping on the fifteenth and this year, I was getting my own Christmas tree. It was my birthmas present to myself. I sit up sleepily, rubbing my eyes. The bluenette beside me wasn't awake yet, but when I look down at him, his pretending to sleep face was plastered to him. I say, "Okay, for the last time, I know when you're awake, Kanda."

"Can't hurt to try," he mutters, opening his dark eyes. "You seem oddly excited this morning."

I nod, "Today is when I go Christmas shopping." I think about it for a moment, and sigh. Kanda probably didn't celebrate Christmas, let alone buy decorations. He probably didn't want a gigantic tree in his room, either.

I whimper, "Am I allowed to have a Christmas tree?"

"Of course," he says. "It's our room after all."

I grin, "Thanks Kandy! I promised that I would get one as my birthmas present this year."

"Birthmas?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I nod and quickly explain, "Since my birthday is on Christmas, Mana always called it Birthmas."

He chuckles, "Okay, consider it my present then, too."

That surprised me. Generally, I didn't think the Order really acknowledged Christmas other than the twenty-foot tree in the cafeteria that someone put up the day after Thanksgiving. I tell Lavi and Lenalee that their presents are just friendship gifts, and I didn't give Kanda anything for obvious reasons.

I smile, "Really? You're getting me a present?"

"Well, the other one I can't tell you about, now can I?" he smirks at the joyous look on my face. This was going to be the best Christmas ever!

I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and hop up from the bed, beginning to dig through my dresser for something to wear. Once I had what I wanted, a red turtleneck and black skinny jeans, I slipped into the bathroom and changed out of the white button-up, which may or may not be Kanda's, and sweatpants.

I opened the door, the bluenette already in jeans and another white button-up that was still open. It hadn't taken long for me to learn that he liked to put on his clothes then fix them, as the case with his undone shirt and unzipped jeans. Happily, I prance over to him and begin to zip his jeans up myself, followed by the button and shirt. He smirks, "You know, I prefer you undressing me better."

I stick my tongue out at him, "Well, you can't go to Wal-Mart naked can you?"

"Technically I could, though I'd be arrested. You must like to undress me though, since you steal my clothes," he said as I fixed the second to last button and left the next one undone.

"I happen to think your shirts are comfortable." I guess I was caught with the shirt and he replies, "I wonder why. With all the skinny jeans and tight shirts you wear, I'm surprised you don't suffocate."

I smile devilishly, "Well, I have eyes in the back of my head."

"And?"

"And I know that you keep your eyes glued to my butt when I'm not looking."

He smirks, "So? If you knew then you must like it since you never stop me." He emphasizes his point by slapping my butt hard, and then he presses my body between his and the wall behind me. I feel like he was crushing my pelvis from the pressure, and he mutters in my ear in a husky voice, "I want you to admit it."

I choke out, "What?"

He possessively runs his hands over my butt, increasing the pressure on me as he slips one of them into the back of my jeans, but not underwear. I moan quietly and he growls, "Admit that you like it. That you like my hands on you. That you like my eyes on your butt. That you like my body on yours."