Ficlet - Santa Baby, a holiday request
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cornerofmadnessSanta Baby
D. M. Evans
Disclaimer – Not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon
Rating – FRMAO
Pairing –Dawn/Connor
Time Line – post series
Summary – Connor and Dawn share their first Christmas together.
Author’s Note – This was written to fulfill![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarakat’s holiday request. She wanted First Christmas together + tree trimming + lots and lots of alcohol + Eartha Kitt's "Santa Baby" playing in the background = naughty holiday lovin' for C/D. Also written to fulfill a ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smut_69 challenge, the prompt is ‘champagne” and to fulfill a fic_variations challenge, the prompt is ‘light.’
Connor peered into the oven worriedly. He had watched a week’s worth of Food Network with Dawn. Tomorrow it was the clash of the Scooby and Fang Gangs catered on the Watchers’ tab. Tonight, Connor had decided to try making their first Christmas Eve together special by listening to Rachael Ray’s suggestion that any chump could take his girl out to a restaurant but cooking her a dinner showed how much he cared. At the moment he was regretting his decision. Cooking for Dawn was not the same as roasting something he had killed for Father.
He had gone for fusion: Japanese-style sirloin fillets wrapped around asparagus and scallions for appetizers, roast turkey breast with citrus and herbes de provence, edamame salad, maple-bourbon mashed sweet potatoes and wilted spinach with wine. Dessert was a frozen cheesecake Connor had defrosted since he didn’t think he was good enough to attempt making dessert.
A flash blinded him as he was adding the pan juices to the gravy. Connor whirled around to the sounds of Dawn’s laughter. “How did you sneak up on me?”
“You were completely absorbed in your cooking, oh mighty demon hunter. You didn’t even hear me coming in the front door.” Dawn put her arm around his neck, the camera rapping on his shoulder. Her lips met his quickly. “I can’t believe you cooked.”
“We might still be going out to eat,” Connor replied, casting a wary glance back at the stove.
“Oh, I have faith in you,” Dawn said. “Smells delicious.”
“The appetizers are ready.” Connor put them on the table. He poured some wine for dinner and they tucked in.
With one successful dinner and a bottle of wine down, Connor knew there was one thing left to tackle, his rather small Christmas tree. As promised, he had several boxes of lights, bulbs and tinsel set out but he didn’t have much enthusiasm for it and Dawn putting on Christmas music wasn’t helping.
“Maybe we should just forget it,” he said hopefully. “It’s so late in the season.”
“That’s why I said put it up at Thanksgiving but you said it was too early.” Dawn rolled her eyes, going for some lights.
“I forgot about finals,” Connor replied sheepishly and resigned himself to helping to decorate. He didn’t want to admit he had never done this before, not really, no matter how many Reilly memories he might have.
He and Dawn fell into an easy partnership. She told him what to do. He did it, barring a momentary foray into capturing her with tinsel and reeling her in for kisses. Slowly but surely a tree emerged, spangled in silver and gold. Dawn presented him with the star.
“You put it on top,” she urged, looking pleased with their progress.
Connor situated it, slightly off-center. “I feel like the Bumble.”
Dawn laughed. “Not hairy enough.”
Going back into the kitchen, chuckling, Connor reemerged with a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He popped the cork and poured the golden liquid into the flutes. Dawn dimmed the lights so the glow from the tree dominated the room, then sat down in front of tree. “To our first Christmas.” Connor tinked his glass off hers.
”And to many more.” Dawn took a sip then kissed him.
Setting his champagne flute down, Connor nuzzled her neck. Dawn let her head dip back, allowing him better access. Greedily, Connor pushed up her soft sweater, kissing her belly. Dawn helped, tossing her sweater aside. Removing her bra, she dipped a finger into the champagne, painting her nipples with sweet stickiness. Connor took the invitation. With Eartha Kitt belting out Santa Baby in the background, Connor rimmed her nipples with his tongue. Dawn carefully poured a little champagne in the valley of her breasts and Connor lapped it up.
Dawn splashed out a little more champagne. His tongue followed down her belly before he sat back to unbutton her slacks. Dawn finished undressing then slowly peeled him out of his heavy clothing. Chuckling, Connor let her paint him with champagne, loving the feel of her tongue against his hot flesh. He hadn’t quite imagined making love in front of the tree tonight but Connor wasn’t about to argue, letting Dawn pin him down against the tree skirt. The sway of Dawn’s breasts as she rode him enticed him. He turned their bodies so she was backlit by the tree. Dawn looked like a goddess, surrounded by multi-colored halos and Connor knew this was the best Christmas gift he could ever get.
D. M. Evans
Disclaimer – Not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon
Rating – FRMAO
Pairing –Dawn/Connor
Time Line – post series
Summary – Connor and Dawn share their first Christmas together.
Author’s Note – This was written to fulfill
sarakat’s holiday request. She wanted First Christmas together + tree trimming + lots and lots of alcohol + Eartha Kitt's "Santa Baby" playing in the background = naughty holiday lovin' for C/D. Also written to fulfill a smut_69 challenge, the prompt is ‘champagne” and to fulfill a fic_variations challenge, the prompt is ‘light.’Connor peered into the oven worriedly. He had watched a week’s worth of Food Network with Dawn. Tomorrow it was the clash of the Scooby and Fang Gangs catered on the Watchers’ tab. Tonight, Connor had decided to try making their first Christmas Eve together special by listening to Rachael Ray’s suggestion that any chump could take his girl out to a restaurant but cooking her a dinner showed how much he cared. At the moment he was regretting his decision. Cooking for Dawn was not the same as roasting something he had killed for Father.
He had gone for fusion: Japanese-style sirloin fillets wrapped around asparagus and scallions for appetizers, roast turkey breast with citrus and herbes de provence, edamame salad, maple-bourbon mashed sweet potatoes and wilted spinach with wine. Dessert was a frozen cheesecake Connor had defrosted since he didn’t think he was good enough to attempt making dessert.
A flash blinded him as he was adding the pan juices to the gravy. Connor whirled around to the sounds of Dawn’s laughter. “How did you sneak up on me?”
“You were completely absorbed in your cooking, oh mighty demon hunter. You didn’t even hear me coming in the front door.” Dawn put her arm around his neck, the camera rapping on his shoulder. Her lips met his quickly. “I can’t believe you cooked.”
“We might still be going out to eat,” Connor replied, casting a wary glance back at the stove.
“Oh, I have faith in you,” Dawn said. “Smells delicious.”
“The appetizers are ready.” Connor put them on the table. He poured some wine for dinner and they tucked in.
With one successful dinner and a bottle of wine down, Connor knew there was one thing left to tackle, his rather small Christmas tree. As promised, he had several boxes of lights, bulbs and tinsel set out but he didn’t have much enthusiasm for it and Dawn putting on Christmas music wasn’t helping.
“Maybe we should just forget it,” he said hopefully. “It’s so late in the season.”
“That’s why I said put it up at Thanksgiving but you said it was too early.” Dawn rolled her eyes, going for some lights.
“I forgot about finals,” Connor replied sheepishly and resigned himself to helping to decorate. He didn’t want to admit he had never done this before, not really, no matter how many Reilly memories he might have.
He and Dawn fell into an easy partnership. She told him what to do. He did it, barring a momentary foray into capturing her with tinsel and reeling her in for kisses. Slowly but surely a tree emerged, spangled in silver and gold. Dawn presented him with the star.
“You put it on top,” she urged, looking pleased with their progress.
Connor situated it, slightly off-center. “I feel like the Bumble.”
Dawn laughed. “Not hairy enough.”
Going back into the kitchen, chuckling, Connor reemerged with a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He popped the cork and poured the golden liquid into the flutes. Dawn dimmed the lights so the glow from the tree dominated the room, then sat down in front of tree. “To our first Christmas.” Connor tinked his glass off hers.
”And to many more.” Dawn took a sip then kissed him.
Setting his champagne flute down, Connor nuzzled her neck. Dawn let her head dip back, allowing him better access. Greedily, Connor pushed up her soft sweater, kissing her belly. Dawn helped, tossing her sweater aside. Removing her bra, she dipped a finger into the champagne, painting her nipples with sweet stickiness. Connor took the invitation. With Eartha Kitt belting out Santa Baby in the background, Connor rimmed her nipples with his tongue. Dawn carefully poured a little champagne in the valley of her breasts and Connor lapped it up.
Dawn splashed out a little more champagne. His tongue followed down her belly before he sat back to unbutton her slacks. Dawn finished undressing then slowly peeled him out of his heavy clothing. Chuckling, Connor let her paint him with champagne, loving the feel of her tongue against his hot flesh. He hadn’t quite imagined making love in front of the tree tonight but Connor wasn’t about to argue, letting Dawn pin him down against the tree skirt. The sway of Dawn’s breasts as she rode him enticed him. He turned their bodies so she was backlit by the tree. Dawn looked like a goddess, surrounded by multi-colored halos and Connor knew this was the best Christmas gift he could ever get.
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