12 Days of Christmas.

December 5th

And whatever is on your list, I'll do it

Boy, whatever it is, you know I'll do it

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

Gonna love you, gonna give you all I can, boy

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

I'm the present and you know it, here I am, boy

-x-

"Come on, there's got to be something you want."

"Not really," Tom shrugged and shook his head, making you groan.

"God, you're so annoying," you sighed, dropping your head down onto the pillows.

You'd tried your best to think of something to get Tom for Christmas, trawling over gift websites and dropping not-so-subtle every time you went to the shops, but it was no use. He had pretty much everything he wanted, that was within your price-range at least, and if he didn't, he'd just buy it himself. Unless...

"What about," you lifted your head, turning to face him where he lay beside you in bed, him flat on his back and you on your front, propped up on your elbows. "Something...intangible?"

Tom furrowed his brow, twisting his neck to see your face better. You returned his bemused expression with a pointed one of your own, raising your eyebrows and hitching your lips up into a smirk.

"You know, something..." you shifted your weight to one side, bringing a hand to his chest to walk your fingers along his sternum. "Immaterial."

"What d'you- ohh."

You nodded as Tom's perplexed expression morphed into one of intrigue mixed with slight arousal, as if he was turned on but not quite sure why yet.

"Mmhmm," you hummed, spreading your palm across his chest over his heart.

Tom shifted, bending an arm up behind his head as he considered your proposition. You tapped your fingers as you waited, smoothing out the wrinkles in his t shirt. Your smirk faded into a soft smile as you watched him thinking, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and his gaze directed somewhere over by the door. Not long awake, his cheeks were flushed pink, creases from the pillow scattered across one side. His hair was a tousled mess, ruffled up at the back - yours was too, but you were sure it didn't look nearly as adorable as his. You'd almost forgotten what you were talking about, just about to reach up to cup his jaw when he shook his head.

"Nope," he returned his gaze to you. "Can't think of anything."

You rolled your eyes, but an idea had planted itself in your mind.

"Well," you began, stretching to press a kiss to his jaw.

"-let me know-" you kissed further along his jaw, shifting your body to slot your thigh between his legs.

"-if you have any ideas."

Your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear, pressing a kiss to the soft skin just below it. This close, you heard him swallow as he nodded, his breath hitching as you attached your lips to his neck, sucking gently.

Your bodies moved together, his arms coming down to wrap around your waist as you trailed kisses across his skin until you reached his lips. His hands slipped below the waistband of your pyjamas, a moan passing between your lips as he grabbed your ass, pulling you closer so that your core was flush to his thigh. You rolled your hips, the soft fabric of your flannel pyjama bottoms against his providing just enough friction. You twisted your fingers into Tom's hair, earning you a soft grunt against your lips as you tugged on the strands curling at the nape of his neck. Grinding down on his thigh, you tilted your head to press your foreheads together.