Santa’s Cookies

It feels like I’ve said this before, but…here’s another very late Christmas Gift for Alyx’s yearly Christmas Exchange. Hope it makes you smile.

Also, special thanks and kudos to Mishi for, as always, beta-reading my work and making sure I don’t slaughter your language (too much).


“That’s enough cookies, you two. They’re Santa’s cookies. And besides, with all that sugar, you’ll never be able to sleep.”

Ryan and Syd looked at each other and burst into laughter. Both were halfway through their fifth or sixth Christmas cookie, a bowl with the rest of them sitting on the couch between the two. Brigitte Watcher stared down at them from the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest and with a raised brow.

“Honestly, love, I hope you have had a fair share of cookies yourself, because I’m not planning to let you sleep anytime soon. Not before I’ve had some fun with you,” Sydney shot back at her girlfriend, wriggling her brows with such a naughty twinkle in her light blue eyes that her friend Ryan grimaced and hit her with a pillow.

“EW! Get a room!”

“This is our house, just for your info!”

“Enough, Syd, you’re making Ryan uncomfortable.” Brigitte scolded, stepping closer to get the bowl of cookies and pull it out of the reach of the two brats.

Sydney rolled her eyes but smiled at Ryan when Brigitte disappeared back into the kitchen door.

“Don’t worry, the guest-room is far enough from the master bedroom that you won’t risk hearing anything you don’t want to.”

“Gee, thanks. That’s quite a relief. Now I just need to get this whole conversation out of my head.”

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It takes three

(A – late – story for Alyx’s Christmas Exchange) – Edited by Mishi Dreamer
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“How long…?”

Allison James, I swear if you ask one more time I’m going to park right here and drop you off!”

Silence. The corner of Ally’s lips slowly bent down.

“And don’t pout.”

“I’m not pouting!” She was. She was and she couldn’t help it. They had been in the car for about two hours now, but it was going to take a good while more. Allison was mentally prepared, it didn’t come as a surprise, and on a “normal” day she would’ve just enjoyed the road trip, busying herself with picking the right soundtrack, staring out of the window or chatting with her wife about this and that, sharing thoughts and gossip on what they had missed of each other and their friends during the busy week. However, it had been a few terribly stressing months at work and, now that it was finally over with and they were seemingly free to enjoy a few days off for the Christmas holidays, Allison was experiencing a strange…surge of contrasting emotions. Even Karen had noticed. Ally was restless, and her mind kept racing out of control, just like her mouth: she often found herself pushing her wife for a reaction that, unfortunately, didn’t seem to come. It made Ally even more frustrated, no matter how hard she tried to shrug it off.

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