Amber's POV:
-Early December-
The flat had been quiet since Niall put the girls to bed. We put the Christmas tree up this afternoon, but wanted to wait to put the glass ornaments on it. All the corky, children's ornaments were hung earlier by, mostly, Lilli. Miracle put up a few, but she was more interested in the Frosty the Snowman cartoon on the television.
I started started to unwrap and unpack the glass icicles and doves from a box while Niall got the angel down from the hall closet. "Here we go." He sat it down by the chair I had sitting beside the tree; I was too short to reach the top.
"Thanks," I smiled at him as I packed up the tissue paper used to protect the glass. Niall finished putting them up while I stood on the chair to put the angel in place. I was on my tiptoes, dangerously putting the finishing touches on our Christmas themed flat. A smile stretched across my face once I got her where she was supposed to be. I turned on the balls of my feet to get down, but slipped, losing my balance.
Niall quickly came to my rescue, grabbing my hips firmly so I wouldn't fall. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for saving me." I snapped right back into my cheeky mood. He was still worried about me hurting myself and insisted on helping me down. His left arm snaked around my hips as he held out his right arm. I stared at him, confused. "What are you waiting for me to do?"
"Jump." Every time someone told me to jump and promised to catch me, I always ended up hurt; literally and figuratively. "Oh, come on. Trust me. I dare you." His eyes narrowed in on me, waiting for his dare to get the best of me.
I put my arm around his neck and leaped into his grasp. He held me like a princess in his arms and stared into my eyes, making me melt just like the first time I laid eyes on him. "There you happy now?" He nodded at me, never letting his eyes leave my lips. "You can let me down now."
"But I like it when you're in my arms." I giggled and, just to get him angry, I started to figit my way out of his arms. "I am not letting you go!" I got my feet on the floor and started to slide my socks across the rug. He shushed me a little; if we got any louder, we might wake the girls.
I still fought my way out of his arms, but as soon as we got to the corner that connects the living room to the hallway, he put me down. "Why the change in heart?" His long fingers pointed up to a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. My eyes followed and gazed at the most romantic symbol of the holidays.
When I looked down, Niall had a string of gold garland in his hands. I just laughed as he swung it around and made silly faces at me. Niall moved in real close to my body as he tossed the garland around my neck, pulling me closer and closer.
His lips landed on my nose quickly and as he pulled away he whispered, "All." Inbetween his words, he left kisses trailing around my face; a kiss on my right cheek, a kiss on my left, and one on my forehead. After every kiss he added another word; "I want. For Christmas. Is." He stopped there.
"Is what?" I bounced my body against his, wanting nothing more than him right now. His breath was hot against my skin and drove me crazy every time his chest rose and fell in front of me. I let my hands fly up to the waist of his jeans; my fingers looped into his belt hooks, and pulled his hip bones to mine.
"You." His lips then came crashing into mine and I felt every emotion he was feeling. I arched my back as his body started to hover and his hands moved down my thighs. He picked me up and shoved me into the wall behind us; the kiss growing more and more intense with every hand movement.
"Niall," I looked away from the kiss, but his lips created a path down my neck, making it hard to concentrate. I forced him to slow down and, eventually, both of my feet were on the floor agian. "Hey, I'm going to get into the shower now, okay?"
"Alright." He didn't want me to leave and I was hoping he'd get the hint that I didn't want to either. His warm palms, which were up the back of my top, run up my bare skin; his finger nails digging into the skin around my bra as he scratched at it.
I slowly walked away from him and into the bathroom. As I stripped off my jeans and cardigan, I let the water run so it was nice and hot. Before hoping in, I made sure to leave the door cracked just a tad. I pushed the white shower curtain out of the way and stepped in; the hot water massaged my back as my ears carefully listened for light footsteps.
The hinges of the door squeaked a little and a smirk played on my lips. With my eyes pinched shut, I took long deep breaths facing the wall as I heard more clothes add to the pile I had already made. The shower curtain opened once more and a set of hands hug my waist. This was what I wanted from the beginning; someone who knew how to love me right.
