Having Fun Under The Christmas Tree

Two women stretch out beneath the tree. One has short blonde hair and a tattoo that curves over her ribcage like a secret. Her hands slide under the other girl's shirt, fingers finding warm skin, nipples already tight. They kiss slow, then harder, mouths open, breath caught between them. The blonde shifts lower. She spreads her legs wider and guides two fingers inside, working them in deep, watching the other girl's face change. She keeps the rhythm steady. When she adds her mouth, it's hungry. She sucks and licks until the girl's hips lift off the floor. A toy appears, slim and smooth. She works it in with the same steady pace, watching it disappear, then pulling it back. Her free hand stays between her own legs, rubbing in time. They trade places. The blonde leans back against the wrapped boxes, thighs open, letting the other girl take over with tongue and fingers. They move like they have nowhere else to be. Just this. Just them. Skin against skin under the low lights, the tree casting long shadows across their bodies.