IVY
The door to the workshop clanged shut behind us, and Rudolph was back in his human form within moments. "I'm out of here," he said. "See you next year, Nick." He waved as he left, not lingering for even a moment longer.
"Does he normally leave so abruptly?" I asked, moving in my seat so I was facing Nick.
He pulled off his fake beard and hat and let out a sigh of relief that they were gone. "Pretty much. It's a long time for him to stay shifted, I think he just wants to go home and rest afterwards."
"And what about you? Is it a long time for you to stay stuck like this?" I gestured to his suit.
He chuckled but pulled out the stuffing from his stomach even as he did. "It's worth it."
"It is," I agreed.
"Thank you for helping today, I couldn't have done it without you."
"Any time," I responded. "It was fun seeing you like this. It's a side I haven't gotten to see yet." Though there had been hints of it.
"Mmm."
I reached out to put a hand on his arm. "I appreciate you sharing it with me."
He looked up and met my gaze, his eyes boring into me and filled with something that went far beyond simple desire, though that was there too.
As soon as he leaned in, my eyes fluttered closed and I knew exactly what was coming.
Somehow, we'd managed to avoid kissing again since the feast last week, but that only meant that the urge to do so was stronger than ever, and now that we were alone and away from the world, it was time for that restraint to break.
I deepened the kiss, feeling the fire of something needy deep within me. It had been a while since I'd wanted anyone this badly, and even though I knew this wasn't the place or time, there was really no stopping the want that travelled through me.
The kiss ended, with both of us breathing heavily, and I could tell from the lust-filled gaze burning into me that I wasn't the only one who was hot and flustered from it.
I shifted so that I was straddling Nick, the short green and red skirt of my elf costume riding up and revealing where my stockings ended.
Nick ran his hand up my leg, his fingers dancing over the lace at the top of the stockings. "If I'd known you were wearing these, we'd have ended up here a lot sooner," he murmured.
I laughed. "I always wear them instead of tights. I hate that tights never stay up. Wait, no, forget I said that, it isn't a sexy image."
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. "Believe me, nothing is managing to erase the image in front of me right now."
I swallowed hard. "Sometimes, I feel like they're a sexy secret I have from the world," I admitted.
"Mmm, and do you have more?" he asked.
I bit my bottom lip and reached out to guide his hand higher up my leg. "Why don't you find out?"
"You should be careful what you wish for."
I walked my fingers up the red jacket he was wearing. "Do I get a Christmas wish for sitting on Santa's lap?" I asked, feeling a little mischievous even asking.
"That depends if you've been a good girl," he responded.
I ground against him, getting a loud groan in response.
"You're the one with the naughty list," I murmured.
He leaned in and kissed my neck, making my eyes flutter closed. "I don't think you're on it."
"Does that mean I get a present?"
He manoeuvred me onto my back so I was lying on the bench of the sleigh. He caught my lips with his and kissed me deeply.
I arched off the bench and pushed my body against his, desperate for more of his touch. He slid a hand up my leg and I let out a gasp when they moved from the silky fabric of my stockings to the bare skin of my thigh.
He broke the kiss so he could move his attention back to my neck even as his hand slipped inwards, grazing across my centre through my panties.
"Are these a sexy secret you have from the world?" he murmured.
"Yes." A moan almost cut me off from saying the word.
He pulled back and gave me a wicked grin before moving down so he was between my legs. Heat pooled within me as his hands travelled under my skirt and hooked over the sides of my panties, pulling them down over my legs and stripping them away from me.
I'd never really thought about it before, but the fact I was still fully dressed but didn't have panties on anymore was a lot hotter than I expected it to be, especially because Nick knew that was the position I was in.
Nick looked down at me, the intensity and hunger in his gaze something I couldn't ignore.
He leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh, not teasing me for any longer than he needed to. I was sure that it would be fun for him to take his time, but that wasn't what I needed right now. I just wanted him to slake the burning need within me.
His tongue flicked against me and I let out a loud groan. My hands flew to his head, though that was covered in my skirt, driving me crazy with every touch.
My breathing was already coming faster, and I could feel the release building within me. He shifted his attention and his fingers grazed across my entrance, causing me to tense. He paused and I let out a frustrated grumble.
He reappeared from beneath my skirt, a concerned expression on his face. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, don't stop," I murmured.
"Did you not like it?"
"I liked it too much, okay? Do it more," I responded, the urgency only rising within me.
Relief crossed his face and he flicked my skirt back up so he could return to giving me the attention I so desperately wanted.
When his fingers brushed against my entrance this time, he wasn't deterred and pushed them inside me, crooking them upwards until the only thing I was able to think about was how intense the pleasure building within me was.
I let out a loud cry, the pressure almost too much, but I was able to keep it at bay. I wasn't sure if he realised that and eased off a little, or if that was just how things progressed, but it helped keep me on the edge a little bit longer.
I was only dimly aware of my surroundings, but it didn't matter. I could be anywhere right now and I didn't think I'd want him to stop.
"Ah," I moaned, my breath catching.
He moved his tongue into a sharp point and crooked his fingers up with me, the dual stimulation so intense that it pushed me over the edge. My whole body started to shake and I reached out to grab hold of something. Anything .
My release crashed through me, an unrelenting wave of pleasure going through me and prolonged by Nick not stopping his attention.
It wasn't until the release had passed that I realised how sensitive I was down there.
"Nick." My voice came out a little raspy, but he heard me anyway, and reappeared, grinning widely.
"Yes?"
I let out a shaky breath. "That was unexpected."
He helped me sit up, brushing some hair out of my face. "Mmm. I can't say I've ever done anything like that in the sleigh before."
"What changed this time?"
"I've also never been in a position where I've wanted someone and they've wanted me but we've not been able to do anything about it," he said.
"Oh." I looked down. "I mean, I've been thinking about it, and as long as we're careful and you don't tell my boss, I think it'll be fine."
He chuckled. "Careful?"
"Well, yes."
"So, if I wanted to take you to dinner right now, it shouldn't be anywhere public?"
I frowned, disappointed at the thought of not getting to share a meal with him. "I guess not."
"Then let me cook for you."
"You want to make me dinner?"
"Yes. And find something a little comfier than a sleigh to finish what we started."
I made a strange noise in the back of my throat that sounded somewhat like a trapped moan. "Okay. Dinner sounds good."
"Great." He jumped down from the sleigh. "I'll finish tidying this up tomorrow."
"Is that going to be okay?" I asked.
He shrugged. "It's my sleigh."
Of course, I should have thought of that. I reached under the seat and pulled out my bag. "Can we stop by my office first so I can grab my change of clothes? I've had fun being your elf, but I'd really rather not have dinner in a costume."
"Sure," he responded. "It's probably best that I don't spend too much time thinking about you in that costume now anyway."
My cheeks flamed red, but other parts of me heated in a much more pleasant way. "Maybe I'll keep it on after all."
He laughed. "I don't think what you're wearing will change much."
"And I suppose you're not going to intend for me to wear it for much longer after dinner either," I responded, letting him help me down from the sleigh.
"That's up to you." He pulled me closer. "I don't expect anything."
"Well, I'm hopeful to find out what's in this sack." Without thinking about it, I reached down and cupped him, my eyes widening at how hard he already was.
He chuckled. "What were you expecting?" he murmured. "You just fell apart in front of me, that's going to make me hard."
"Then why didn't you..." I trailed off, not really sure what I was asking.
He leaned in, his breath tickling my cheek. "Because next time you fall apart, I want it to be in my arms and somewhere much more comfortable than a sleigh."
I licked my lips, drawing his gaze down to them.
"And I'm hungry in the normal way too."
I laughed without meaning to. "I am too."
"Good. Then we'll go eat something, and then we can continue the other part of this conversation."
I nodded, liking the sound of that even more than I thought I would have.
He leaned in and kissed me surprisingly gently.
It was a loaded kiss, one that spoke of far more than sex.
But I didn't question him on it, even if I knew what it meant and where that was likely to take us.
We had to take this one step at a time, and I wasn't about to rush into things with anyone, especially not someone who was immortal.