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Scott sighs and lands heavily against his kids’ bedroom door. It jolts loudly, and he grits his teeth, praying the sound doesn’t wake them. It’s nearly midnight, and his two youngins have been up way past their bedtime. He’s tried, very unsuccessfully, for the last few hours to convince them their toys will be there tomorrow, but the excitement of Christmas keeps their batteries running. It’s practically a Christmas miracle he’s finally tucked them in for the night.
His cell phone dings suddenly, and he looks down with an annoyed look. Who the hell is bothering him this late on Christmas? His eyes grow wide as he reads a single text from Nancy. You forgot one gift. Come get it. Scott doesn’t have to be told twice.
As Scott gets closer to his bedroom, rose petals dot the hallway. His kids will no doubt have questions about it in the morning, but he’ll leave Nancy to that fanciful tale. Right now, all he cares about is on the other side of the door he now stands before.
His eyes scan the room as he pushes the door open. There are flickering candles around the room and a trail of red roses leading directly to their bed where the sight of Nancy sends heat through his body. She lays in red lingerie with a big, red bow tied across her breasts. “Merry Christmas, Scott.” Hot damn, he got lucky.
“Merry Christmas indeed,” he murmurs back, quickly chucking his shirt somewhere in the room. Scott races to the bed and crawls over to Nancy. He wastes no time and pulls her into a punishing kiss.
“Impatient aren’t we?” Nancy teases against his lips. She chuckles and pushes back. “You’re ripping off the wrapping faster than the kids.”
Scott drops to run his tongue against her neck. He feels the fabric of her lingerie. “I would never waste a sight like this,” he breathes on her skin. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. Want to savor every moment.” His hand tangles in her hair, holding her still, as he traces kisses up her chin before capturing her lips again.
Nancy hums her approval. “Much better.”
Scott’s eyebrows tick up at that, and he sees her smirk. She knows how much pride he has at this . At watching her come undone with his hands. He leans back and loosens his belt buckle. “So this is how it’s gonna go.”
“You weren’t on the naughty list?” Nancy grins wickedly. Oh, he fucking loves her.
He hovers over her. “Right next to your name.” He drops down for another hungry kiss but slowly deepens it until he can practically feel her begging against his lips. He can dominate her, and she will thank him for it. But he knows Nancy worked hard for tonight. She deserves for it to last as long as possible.
Scott trails kisses down her neck and chest until he reaches the bow. His eyes flick up to look at Nancy. “The bow has to go.”
“Gifts are meant to be unwrapped, Scott,” Nancy smiles, cheekily. She tosses her hair back and leans forward to give him better access.
“But you mentioned taking it slow,” he counters.
Nancy rolls her eyes. “It took me 20 minutes to get the top on. I just wanted you to appreciate my hard work.”
Scott looks over her once more. “If I ever don’t appreciate you, I give you full permission to kick me in the ass.”
“You can bet on that,” Nancy laughs and wraps her arms around him. She runs her nails down his back. Scott returns her movement by sliding his hand to the clasp of her top. He feels it give way around her sides. “One more bow,” Nancy whispers, and he finds it tied neatly behind her neck. With a gentle pull, the rest comes falling down.
Scott slides from Nancy’s grasp to get a good look at her. She’s still the hottest woman he’s ever seen. Her body’s changed since they first met. Two children will do that to you, but he loves her stretch marks and how her hips have widened. He even loves the scars that tattoo her body because it means she survived another case to come home to him. His fingers wrap around her neck, and he pulls her back for a soft kiss. “The bow looked amazing on you, but I’ll always prefer what’s underneath.”
Nancy chuckles. “And they say romance is dead.”
“I mean it,” Scott locks eyes with her. He’s never been *good* with emotions. It’s part of why he’s surprised he even managed to get this far with Nancy, but he wants her to know, has too even, how much he loves her. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Every bit of you.”
Nancy blushes and diverts her gaze. She doesn’t like praise which he realizes is partially why they work so well, but he likes to remind her how amazing she is from time to time. “You’re getting soft in your old age.”
Scott shrugs. “Yeah, I am. But it’s Christmas, and I love you.”
She pecks him on the nose. “I love you too.” She giggles and bounces back on the pillows. “Now show me exactly how.”
“You said something about impatience?” Scott lifts a brow. He slides from the bed to remove the rest of his clothing. “Actually, you’ve always been the impatient one in bed.”
Nancy snorts. “I had too, or we would never have hooked up.”
“You were 18,” Scott reminds her. “And I pretty much hated you.”
She purses her lips. “I don’t think you hated me.”
“I did for a bit, actually. Especially after you messed up my plans,” Scott admits, sitting beside her on the bed. “But not originally. You were too annoying to hate.”
She laughs loudly at that. “Good thing I like bad boys who commit poorly executed sabotage so I could overlook all that.”
“It would be unfair to the world if I was great at everything, Nancy,” he smirks, and he’s not surprised when a pillow collides with his head. Scott hovers over her then, locking eyes with her, and slides a hand down to her panties. “But I can show you what I’m really good at.” Nancy’s only response is to push further into him.
This is Scott’s favorite part. As much as he’ll admit he’s been a selfish, asshole half his life, he’s never been a selfish lover. With Nancy, he means it even more. After ten years together, he knows her body as well as his own. He can watch every bite of her lip and her eyes rolling when she reaches her climax. Or he can listen to every soft gasp or moan that slips between her beautiful lips, all while working over her body. Today, Nancy lays across satin sheets with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. He hardens just watching her.
Scott feels the moment of Nancy’s release. She squeezes her legs together and lets out a soft cry. His fingers rub gently until he knows she’s spent. He pulls his hand from inside her panties, and he loves the contented sigh that escapes her mouth.
“Beautiful,” Scott murmurs tenderly. He kisses her slowly as she comes down from her high. Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a sleepy look already across her face. Nancy grins when she realizes he’s watching her again. “Round two?”
“No,” Nancy laughs loudly. “I’m beat, but I’m ready for you to get your full gift experience.”
Scott cannot help but tease her. “Wearing out on me already? And you call me old.”
“You’re just that good in bed, Scott,” she responds smoothly, and it has the desired effect he assumes she intends. His pride has always been his downfall.
He gives her another deep kiss then lowers to where his hand was just moments before. She watches him as his mouth finds the corner of her panties, and he tugs lightly until they’ve slipped from her body. He grins at her before flinging them somewhere in the room. He’ll make sure to find them again for a later time, but for now, he lines up in between her legs. He’s about to slowly push in when Nancy’s panicked voice reaches him.
“Wait, wait, do you have a condom?”
“A condom-for fucks sake, Nancy, why do I need a condom?” Scott grits his teeth.
She sits up and starts searching their nightstand. “Because I’m on antibiotics! Birth control doesn’t work when you’re on antibiotics.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” he groans with growing frustration. “And besides, we’re married. Who cares?”
“Do you want a third kid?” She turns to him wildly. “Because that may happen. I haven’t exactly been tracking my cycle.”
Scott shrugs. “I wouldn’t mind. I love being a dad.”
“Really?” Nancy stops and slides back to him. “You’ve never mentioned having another kid.”
“Well, you’re busy with work, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to slow your life again just for me.”
Her hand caresses his cheek. “It’s what you do for someone you love.” And he blushes. He fucking blushes. “I’d love to have another kid with you, Scott.”
It takes everything in Scott to not lose it right here and there. His hand finds its way above her ass and pulls her onto her back. She lets out pleased giggles as he promises her to give her just that. It’s not long before they’re joined as one.
“Don’t be gentle, Scott,” Nancy murmurs into his ear. “You’ve been naughty but nice. Take it all.”
Scott doesn’t have to be told twice.
He’s almost always gentle with Nancy, his girth more than some women enjoy, but she pushes him to take his enjoyment fully. Allows him to form a punishing rate. She’s always up for adventure and laughs off bruises and sore muscles the next day. Nancy loves every bit of him, and he thanks God every day she found her way to him.
Scott comes with a cry of his own not long after that, dropping heavily on Nancy. She wraps her arms around him tightly. They lay skin to skin as her hands rub on his back. “Thank you,” is all the energy he has left to say.
“You’re welcome,” Nancy whispers against his cheek. He lifts his head up to lazily kiss her some more. “It was a joint gift anyway.”
“Mhm, spoiled,” and Scott hates to admit how sleepy he’s suddenly feeling. He wants to spend more time with her but…“Tomorrow we should do this again.”
Nancy laughs lightly at that. “Maybe,” is all she says and moves to detangle herself from him. Scott protests but pulls out and rolls over. He watches Nancy find a discarded t-shirt to clean herself up before tossing it to him. She disappears into the bathroom before returning a minute later to lock the door and fall back into the bed beside him.
“Candles?” He offers.
“Fake,” she snorts. “I knew we’d both want sleep after this. We’ve barely slept in three days.”
Scott nods, pulling Nancy close to him. Between the kids and her family, he can count the hours he’s slept a night on one hand. “And here we want to add a third one.”
“I’m a detective, and you chased tornadoes. We were born crazy,” and he can’t argue with that.
“I do think we should keep at it just in case this one didn’t work,” Scott smirks.
But Nancy’s always two steps ahead of him. “You didn’t read the fine print. Your gift is good for 365 days, renewable in a year.” She grins at him then and turns to snuggle against him. Her hair falls against his face, and he slowly feels himself slip into sleep. Maybe it is because he’s becoming soft in his older years or maybe it’s because it’s Christmas, but Scott presses a soft kiss to Nancy’s head and offers a whispered prayer of thanks for the best gift he’s ever received.