Chapter 47

The One With Presents Galore

NATE

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

Those were the first words I spoke to Arielle this morning. I woke up satisfied—warm, well rested, and happy with my crotch nestled into Arielle’s ass.

Merry fucking Christmas indeed.

And now, we’ve gathered in the living room while Chase is still sleeping so that we can open one another’s presents. I’m excited, to say the least, but more so to see her reaction to some of the things I’ve gotten for her.

I wait nervously as she begins to shred the paper from the first gift. However, she pauses when she realizes I’m not touching what she’s given me and she questions it, “Aren’t you opening yours?”

“You first,” I encourage with a soft smile.

The gift she grabbed has the most mature things that I’ve decided to gift her. Items that make me rather glad that Chase isn’t awake yet because he’d probably tease her to no end. Not that she would have any shame about it, but I want these gifts to be between the two of us.

As she pulls away the tissue paper, she finds lingerie I bought for her. It’s red—my favourite colour against her tanned skin—and two separate pieces. There’s a see-through bra with velvety soft hearts and a bow placed delicately in between the cups. The knickers match the bra, with the bow placed above the ass along the waistband that the skirt and thong share. It also came with a matching choker and stockings that I nearly ripped a hole in when I was trying to wrap it.

Arielle can’t hide the smile from stretching across her full lips, not even when she bites down on her lower lip in a failed attempt to cease it. “If Chase wasn’t sleeping on the other side of that wall, this would already be on my body.”

I wet my lips, “Since when have you cared about having an audience?”

She shoves my shoulder playfully with her hand, placing the lingerie carefully on the cushion beside her so that she’s able to dig further into the box of goodies. The next one makes my mouth dry, unsure of how she’ll react to it. She pulls out the black device that nearly mimics the shape of a J.

“I think I know what this is but explain it to me like I’m five.”

Alright, Michael Scott.

“It’s a couples’ vibrator,” I explain, reaching over to twist it in her grasp so that the button rests on top—effectively placing it in her hands so that if she was laying back, that’s the exact position it would sit inside her. I move her fingers on the underside of the top part and tell her to hold her finger there.

When I press the button and the device vibrates, I watch as her eyes go wide and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “So that part rests—”

“On my clit,” she interrupts and I nod. Her fingers wrap around the lower part of it, “And this part—along with you—goes inside me.”

“You got it, babygirl.”

I observe her excitedly studying the toy, smirking as she shifts uncomfortably in anticipation. “This might be one of those we’ll have to use sooner rather than later.” She glances at me and raises an eyebrow, “Or maybe later as in once Chase is out of this fuckin’ house.”

As I laugh at her response, she leans over to press her lips to mine. She quickly puts the items back in the box and somewhat covers it—I’m assuming in case Chase wakes up—and then turns to me. “Okay, you have to open one of mine. I’m going crazy over here.”

I submit to her easily, reaching for the one closest to me.

Arielle’s hand stops me. “Not that one. Leave it for last.”

I raise my eyebrows, now especially curious as to what that one is. Instead, she passes me another, smaller gift bag. I pull out boxer briefs first and laugh instantly when I hold them up in front of my face. Written in a striped, candy cane type font on the front of the boxer briefs is I licked it, so it’s mine.

When I look over at Arielle, she’s lovingly observing my reaction with a massive smile on her face.

The next two items I remove from the bag are small pieces of jewelry. To be specific, nipple jewelry. Both of them are barbell shaped—one with skulls on either side that have a rose through the right eyehole, and one with aliens on either side. “These are sick,” I tell her, holding the skull one closer to my eyesight so I’m able to stare in awe at the detail in such a small piece of jewelry.

Arielle opens her next gift and giggles when she realizes I’ve placed a present inside of her gift. She reads how I’ve written on the tag on the top that it’s a gift from her to me. “Here,” she says, extending it in my direction while laughing.

I fake gasp, taking it from her hands to hold the small box beside my ear and shake it as if I have no fucking clue what’s inside. Arielle smiles as she sees me teasing her before I unwrap the weed shaped nipple barbell I bought for myself after she teased me saying I should buy one for myself just like I had for her.

“Now we can match,” I hold it up in her direction with a smile.

“Oh, my fuckin’ God.” She grabs it momentarily to look at it. “I can’t believe you remember I said that. It’s your turn, open the next one.”

I pretend to reach for the one she told me not to, earning a playful glare. The next gift I remove paper from is a neon light in the shape of a Camaro. “Sick!” I end up excitedly saying as I twist the box around in my hands to get a closer look. “This is so cool. This is definitely going in the garage.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” I tease, “I love it.” I lean over to press my lips to hers.

“Open another,” she urges.

“But—”

“Shush,” she demands, stuffing a present into my hands. This one unwrapped turns out to be a lighting kit that goes underneath the dash of my car. “You can choose which colour you want,” Arielle speaks up beside me as I’m staring at the gift in awe.

“Can I just ask one question?” I’m already thinking about installing this tonight or tomorrow. I’m going to set the colour to the deepest, sexiest red that it offers so that it matches my Skyline.

“Whatever you want, baby boy.”

“Which car is your favourite? Skyline or Camaro?”

“Nate?” She asks and I hum in response as I twist my neck to look at her. “Do you not know the answer to that question?”

Suddenly I feel like she’s hinting something that I should be aware of. I’m like a fucking deer in the headlights—a deer whose memory has probably been slightly inhibited because one too many joints.

Arielle drags her fingers through my hair and it’s way too fucking distracting when I’m trying to focus.

That’s when it occurs to me and I feel like a damn idiot.

“Camaro,” I say, confidently.

Arielle laughs, “You were so fuckin’ scared.”

“I just had to think it over for a second. Now, open yours before I take you over my knee.”

Arielle grabs her second last gift—the largest of them—and begins to unwrap it as she says to me, “You do know that’s not a threat, right? You do that and all of these will stay wrapped.”

“Well, now you’re just fuckin’ teasing.”

I hear the breath as it leaves her lungs the moment she sees what I’ve given her. It’s a print out of sorts, adorning a map of the stars in the sky.

In all honesty, I didn’t think she’d know what it was. I full well entered the information and bought the item weeks ago, thinking that I’d have to explain the gift to Arielle. However, I can see the visible reaction she has to it as she draws her fingers softly over the date printed in the lower corner. The date of the night when we first said we loved each other.

I remember when I first received the item on my doorstep, I spent at least twenty minutes admiring the layout of the stars and thought to myself jokingly that maybe we should’ve fucked outside on the deck at least once that evening just to appreciate the beauty of it. If only we could actually be seen out in public together, I’m sure we would’ve.