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lol, I know but its fun to play. *finishes off her cocoa, gets up and places her cup by the sink after rinsing it out.* Well I have things to wrap, I'll see ya guys later!

-pulling up in front of MW, he turns his car off and sits for a while, wondering if he waited to late to come see dame. He knew she'd be upset with how he'd been distancing himself from her, but he just didn't know what else to do. Looking at the package he got in the mail from dame, he picks it up and turns it over, still unopened. He didn't want to open it just yet, wanting to be around her when he did. Grunting, he takes the keys out of the ignition and climbs out his car, the freezing air whipping the bare skin showing from his costume.

He grunted again, half chuckling as he walked to the double doors, still not believing he let Stubbs and Horne talk him into going to that Christmas Party. Pushing the doors open, he sees the black and white decorations, along with a huge tree with all the trimmings and gifts underneath. He spies dame sitting on the floor around the tree with another woman and some guy. Just as he's making his way across the establishment, the woman that was sitting with dame gets up to leave. Nodding to her, he heads straight for dame, dropping his "naughty" hammer and grabbing her up into his arms, startling the hell out of her-

Hey beautiful.

-groaning inwardly, he just holds her tighter when she starts to choke up, hoping like hell she doesn't start crying on him. Rubbing her back soothingly, he stands there holding her-

I know I've been MIA because of my workload, but I told myself I would not work through Christmas. Things have just been.....just been. Work has been keeping me going and helping me clear my head.

-looking down, he cups her chin and makes her look up at him-

How have you been? Are things going better for you around here?

-he curses himself at the look she's giving him, seeing the tears ready to spill over. Sighing, he sets her down on her feet, leading her to a nearby table to sit at. Once he had her seated, he pulled out a chair and sat directly in front of her, running a hand through his hair before looking at her. Just as he's about to speak, she speaks up, stops and starts again. When she finished he reached out and grabbed one of her hands, stroking the top of it lightly with her thumb-

Yea, I got it, though I hadn't opened it yet. Was waiting to see you before I did. And I understand about the not calling or visiting...not that I gave much choice on my end for either sentiment.

-still holding her hand, he shakes his head-

Look, I know we've got a lot to talk about. I buried myself so deep down in my workload b/c I thought I wasn't ready to talk, but the longer it's prolonged, the worse it's going to be. Things aren't right between us and I make no false claims about it, but we've both been through a lot lately, you moreso, and I don't know about you, but I don't want to deal with dreariness and sadness and arguments right now. What I want is to spend the rest of the holiday season with the ones I care for. I know it's selfish of me. Does that make sense?

((-wipes tears of laughter and posts- lol rofl xd 4laugh ))

-dame nods, swallowing hard, she starts again, and then clears her voice- Yes, it makes sense. -she looks down at his hand on hers, studying their contrast and then takes a deep, cleansing breath, pushing everything inward until after the holidays. She feels raw inside but her face doesn't show it.-

-getting up, she half-smirks/half-smiles at him and goes to sit on his lap sideways, like a kid on Santa, wrapping one arm around his neck, and putting one of his arms around her waist, the other draped over her legs. She is so short that her feet are way off the ground, boots sticking out. lol She almost DOES look like a kid on Santa's lap- So Santa, -she almost coos- When we gonna exchange gifts? Also, you bring your b-day pressie? I'm here with you now, perfect time to open it. Oh yeah...-leans in and whispers in his ear- You still have those panties I threw at you? twisted I'd like them back, if you don't mind. wink

-although she agreed with him, it didn't make him feel any better knowing she was just doing it for him. He watches her as she gives him a sultry look, climbing in his lap like a kid would do with Santa. Feeling his body react to her, he tries futilely to ignore her soft curves and signature scent. When she leans in, the fabric of her top stretches tightly across her chest, causing him to stare for a moment before looking up at her to answer her first two questions-

I was hoping we could do that on Christmas, unless you've already got plans. If so, we can do it earlier, no problem. Heh, yea it's in the car. I had in my hand-

-his answer gets cut off when she asks her last question, his eyes glazing over bit when he remembers the pink panties. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his voice growing dark-

Yea. Those are in the car too. Hanging from the rearview mirror. twisted

-she was assaulting all his senses, and he rightly deserved it if she strung him along until he was out of his mind only to stop him short. He didn't want to be sexual with dame before things were straightened out, but he was a man and had been away from dame for several months. She knew exactly what she was doing-

-his lust sobers up when the light doesn't reach her eyes when she smiles. That was -nothing- like the dame he knew, and he mentally kicked himself for being the cause of it. Before the fact that her hips were exposed due to her outfit could register, he quirked a brow at the statement she made-

Happy Christmas Adam? neutral Over my head. Oh, and I'll take a Crown Royal Reserve.

-stands and grabs his keys, heading for the entrance to go to his car-