Santa Baby

"Maybe Claire can give you your other gift then, since I'm so cruel." she snorted and turned down the covers to get in bed.

He snorted. "I didn't mean it."

"Now you didn't mean it."

"I didn't."

"You only say that because you know I had another gift for you." she said as she got under the covers. "Now the world will never know."

He chuckled. "Apparently." he said as he stood up. "Well then, I'm gonna shower." he said and kissed her forehead. "You get your rest then."

"Yes, shower. You smell."

"You're just so sweet." he chuckled and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

She snorted, he was so dense sometimes. She went into her bedside drawer, pulling out the mistletoe she had stashed in there and waited for him to come out.

Punk came back out with his boxers on and was drying his hair with a towel. He then put the clothes in the hamper. "Smelling good now, princess?" he joked.

"I guess." she chuckled. "Your present is under the tree downstairs. Go get it." There was no gift, but she needed him to leave for a second.

"Okay." he shrugged and went downstairs to get it.

"Too easy." Lacy snorted and got out of bed to pin the mistletoe above their doorway (had to do it on her tip toes, of course) before rushing to the bathroom to take off her shirt and bottoms to put on a robe and getting back under the covers.

He came back up the stairs and leaned against the doorway. "There was no gift."

She frowned. "Oh, really? My bad. Are you sure you looked everywhere?"

"Everywhere." he nodded. "I even checked under the couch."

"Did you try looking up?"

"Looking up?" he asked. "That requires me to go back downstairs to look up." he said. Stupid. He looked up anyway though. "Oh wait, you mean here? Ohhhhhh."

She snorted. "You are a special snowflake, y'know that?"

"I have my moments." he chuckled.

She got out of bed and took her robe off, revealing this outfit. "I guess this was just in case you didn't like the tattoo."

His eyes widened as he bit his lip. "I uh...I take it back, I don't like the tattoo then."

"I think you're lying to me."

"Does it matter?"

"Little bit."