Home For The Holidays Short

Tags/Tropes: Home for the holidays, Twin Bed from SNL but make it sapphic, F/F relationship, mentions of a polyamorous dynamic

Spice Rating: 4.5-5 Chili Peppers

“They love you, don’t even worry about it,” I say and stroke back Eva’s hair from her face. Christmas with my family hadn’t been what she had hoped for, but between her schedule and recent conflicts with her parents, flying back home no longer became feasible. The holidays in Michigan aren’t that different from England, right?

She’s been on edge the whole time we’ve been here. It’s only now that we’re in my childhood bedroom, pictures of the Backstreet Boys and Nsync on the walls, that she’s breathing easily. “Would a massage help? You’ve had your shoulders hunched up ever since we got here.” 

Eva doesn’t answer. She scoots closer to me, kisses me softly, and nods, turning onto her stomach. “Shirt on or off?” She asks and I can feel her smirk.

“Off. Definitely off, baby.” I get off the old rickety twin bed and pad across the compressed gray carpet of my bedroom to my dresser where we’ve laid our things. This room hasn’t changed much since the last time I was here. My parents left it like some sort of shrine to my teenage years.

I watch Eva through the mirror and see her sit up, taking her sweater off and chucking it to the side. She shivers when the cold of the air hits her. While the heat is blaring in this room, just outside the window it’s probably closer to 20 or 30 degrees. Sure, the chill and the snow can make travel annoying. But there’s always been something magical about Christmas here. I want to show her everything. The Christmas festival in town square, the holiday light walk, ice skating on the lake out back if she’s so inclined. I want to show her that we can make the best of this holiday even if it’s not how either of us planned.

I can see it written on her face, her disappointment. She had been planning on going back home for the holiday to introduce her girlfriend Nikki to her parents. Then the fight with her parents exploded, Nikki got a really bad case of the flu, and Eva’s here to keep me company in my husband’s stead. I know she’s happy to spend time with me and get to know my family more, but I can see there’s a little something missing.

“We can make the most of this, can’t we?” I ask as I grab the bottle of lotion and walk back toward her, sitting in her lap. My fingers run through Eva’s short dark hair, it frames her face so nicely. I know it’s just for a part, but I’ll enjoy it while I can. 

“You’re sure you wouldn’t rather be here with your husband?” Eva finally asks and I shake my head. The idea of Mark arguing with my father over the current state of unemployment or oil or some other political topic wasn’t the most enticing thing in the world. And this seemed like the perfect opportunity for Eva to meet my family. We’ve been dating nearly two years. It’s about time.

“You were never a second choice, Eves,” I kiss her forehead, subtly ignoring that we’re cuddling while she’s topless. “Mark insisted you come with me. He knew this was what we needed. But you are not here just because he’s not. Sure this worked as a very convenient distraction that also saved you from contracting the flu. But I want you here. My mom already loves you. I heard her talking about knitting you a sweater. Grandma’s quiet, she rarely talks around people she doesn’t know. You’ll just have to give her time.”

“And your father? He’s okay with this? With us?” She moves her hand between us, leaving her hand on my chest. Her fingers curl in the fabric of my sleep shirt just over my heart. 

He’ll get there. It took him a long time to accept that I was truly bisexual even though I married a man. He’s come to the conclusion that I’ll do whatever I feel is best regardless of his approval. And if it helps him to pretend that Eva and I are really good friends and not girlfriends, that may be what’s best for everyone to avoid a fight. 

“He wants me to be happy. You make me unbelievably happy. He’ll get there,” I say and kiss her cheek a few times. “Turn over. Let me give you that massage and help my baby relax,” I say with an added roll of my hips.

“Only if you strip. Clothed massages are dull. And you’re not dull, are you Carrie?” She asks and moves her hand down my front, pulling away before she touches the waist of my pants.

I am anything but dull. My feet move quickly to avoid making too much noise as I make sure my door is locked. I turn off a few of the lights nearest the window beside the bed and shut the blinds. It’s dark in here now, but not so much that our eyes won’t adjust. 

“Darling, I’m waiting,” Eva calls with a sing song tone and I roll my eyes. Security first! I should put on some music and drown out any sounds that we make, but I can’t find my aux cable and it’s not worth it to waste anymore time. Eva sits on the edge of my bed like a greek goddess. She’s toned up her muscles for a recent gig and I hope she keeps this look. I want to grind myself against her abs until I’m screaming for more.

I pull my flannel pajama shirt up over my head. It’s not the most graceful movement. My strawberry blond hair gets tussled in the motion and I opt to free it from its hair tie. I look down at my matching pants and Eva opens her mouth before I ask my question.

“Those too, Care.” She says, propping her foot up on the edge of the bed.

“If I’m getting naked, so are you,” I say and cross my arms. It still surprises me how differently I act with my partners. With Mark I’m a good girl, entirely submissive and rarely get punished. With Eva I find my bratty tendencies come out and she’s all too happy for the challenge.

She stands up in front of me and slips out of her yoga pants, revealing her lack of panties underneath. No surprises there. She rakes her eyes over my pale and freckled skin, stopping at the pants that hide the rest of my body from her. I take her cue and slide them down my legs along with my panties. Before I can stand up straight, she has her hands on my hips and turns us so she can press me to the bed.

“I thought I was going to give you a massage,” I say.

“Found another way to relax my aching muscles,” Eva says before covering my lips with a searing kiss. She slides her tongue into my mouth like she can find the answer to all of her problems inside. I wrap my legs around her waist and urge her closer to me. The chill of the room is finally reaching my skin.

“Is this okay?” Eva asks when she pulls away to breathe. The bed is barely big enough for the both of us, but we’ll make it work. “I should have asked if you have some ‘no sex’ rule in this house or something.” She shakes her head and tries to pull away. There will be none of that.

“Get back here,” I slide back onto the bed with my back against the headboard and tug her on top of me. Eva’s body covers my own so perfectly. She’s straddling one of my legs and gives me the perfect place to grind as I kiss her again. “We just need to be quiet. Think you can do that?” I bat my eyelashes and run a finger down her side.

“Think I can? You’re one to talk, luv,” she says as she presses her thigh against my cunt. “I don’t want to hear one sound out of you unless it’s to ask permission to come. Can you do that for me, baby? Nod your head yes or shake for no.” I nod my head and she kisses me again. A moan rips from my throat before I can stop it and she pulls back. “You’re bad at this, baby.”

Eva moves down my body and sucks a nipple into her mouth. She said I couldn’t speak, not that I couldn’t touch her. So, I thread my fingers through her hair and hold her there, moving my hips against her thigh. I’m so wet from just looking at her. Her motions on my breasts are slow and deliberate. She sucks one nipple into her mouth and worries it between her lips, matching the motion with her fingers on the other breast so it doesn’t feel left out. Every motion goes straight to my aching clit and I need more. Her thigh is good, god is it good, but it’s not enough.

She seems determined to make me combust from the inside out before she still doesn’t move where I need her to. Her lips trail over my torso, her hands move to my hips and around to my ass. She’s helping me grind on her now. How delightful of her? I want to whine and scream out for her to fucking touch me, but I know the reward will be worth it.

“Do you want the toy I packed for our little trip?” Eva asked when my legs start to tremble. I don’t look down but I’m certain she’s covered the skin between my breasts and my hips with hickeys. I nod my head and sit up when she gets off the bed to rifle through her bag and pulls out a dildo on a harness. I don’t want to know how she got that through airport security.

“I don’t think you’re going to need any lube, but just in case,” she slides some of the lubricant down the purple shaft of the toy and pulls the harness over her hips. Other than Eva, I’ve never met someone who manages to look sexy putting a harness on. It looks like a second skin on her. She gets on the bed and it rocks the frame against the wall with a large crash. The metal of the frame is definitely going to leave a gash in the wall.

Knock, Knock, Knock. Crap. “Carrie, Eva? Are you two okay in there? I heard a bang,” my mother’s voice can be heard from the other side of the door. I look to Eva and she nods frantically.

“We’re fine. Just bumped into the dresser!” I call back and that seems to satisfy her. 

“Okay. If you need bandaids, they’re under the sink!” I hear her say before her footsteps disappear down the hall. Fucking on the bed is not a viable option if getting on it too hard causes that.

“Floor?” I offer and grab a few pillows. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but it won’t attract attention. Eva follows suit and creates a little nest of pillows and blankets for us beside my twin bed. Now we have more space to spread out and Eva pins me to the floor with her new friend in between us.

“Now back to our game. Remember the rules. You break them and…” Her voice trails off but she gives my ass a hard smack. It stings, but I lean into it. “Don’t forget to ask permission. If you come before I say you can… What should a fitting punishment be?” She ponders for a moment and I see the gears in her head turning. “I can’t keep using spanks. You like that too much. Maybe no touching at all until we leave?” Now she’s just being cruel! I pout, but she knows that she’s getting the reaction she wants from me. “Be a good girl, Carrie. And I’ll make it worth your while,” she says as her hips start to move, coating her toy in my arousal.

I lift my hips a little but she pins them back down as she slides the toy inside, letting me get used to the intrusion, before she starts to fuck me hard. It’s like she’s getting all of her aggressions out on me and I can take it. The anger she has for her family, the upset at the world that her girlfriend got sick, any lingering hatred for casting directors that said she wasn’t the right fit for a role. All of it comes out in every thrust of her cock in my cunt.

“You’re taking it like such a good girl, Carrie. Such a good girl. Keep quiet, now,” she whispers as she covers my body with hers, her breasts pressed against mine and making my nipples harder. I cling to her shoulders, doing my best to make sure I don’t draw blood where my nails are digging into her skin. The toy is bigger than we normally use. She has a whole arsenal, but we tend to stick with the ones that vibrate. This one might be bigger than Mark.

The stretch is good. It helps me feel connected to her even if she can’t feel it for herself. Maybe one day we’ll have that sort of technology. And then men will be all but obsolete. I can imagine her fucking me and feeling my walls tighten around her, inviting her further inside, and she’d never go soft.

I open my mouth to say something, but a moan comes out instead and Eva stops her thrusts. “Sorry, luv. You know the rules.” She grins and pulls the toy out. Since I’m already getting punished I whine and sit up. “Hands and knees. Show me that pretty little ass that’s made you millions,” she continues to watch as I turn over and shake my ass at her.

It hasn’t made me millions, but implied sex on a cable network show does pay well. Without warning, she slides the toy inside of me again and smacks my ass on either side. Her thrusts are harder and faster now and with the spanks, it’s getting harder to hold off. She seems to sense this because her fingers are over my swollen, aching clit, before I can say something.

“You know what you need to do to come, luv. All you have to do is ask,” she whispers in my ear and starts to match her flicks of my clit to her thrusts. 

I want to hold out, I should hold out, but I can’t. “Please! Please, I need to come for you,” I whisper and grip the pillow in front of me.

“Please what, luv?” now she’s tormenting me.

“Please, my lady,” I say with a whimper and hope it’s enough. I don’t know where ‘my lady’ had come from. One night we were playing and it slipped out. Eva hasn’t let me forget it since and it’s been a welcome addition to our playtime.

“Come for me, luv. Come for your lady,” she bites the skin between my shoulder blades and I’ve had enough. My legs tremble and shake so hard that she needs to hold me up through my orgasm. I muffle my moans in the pillow I’m clutching, but I have no clue if it’s successful. I guess I’ll find out in the morning. “Good girl. I knew you could do it.” She eases me down and pulls out. My eyes are closed so I don’t see what’s happening until Eva lifts me up and lays me in bed. Once our pillows and blankets are added back, she joins me and holds me close so neither of us fall off.

“I thought I was going to take care of you,” I say against her chest, drawing little star shapes against her skin. Her fingers are running through my hair and I feel her lips kissing the top of my head.

“You did take care of me. By letting me have fun with you. That’s all I needed,” she says. Most days I feel like I get her completely, and others I’m so confused. But I’ve accepted that what Eva needs is not always the same as me. She processes things differently and has different coping mechanisms. I probably would have taken the massage and called it a night.

“Sleep. If you don’t sleep, Santa won’t bring you presents to open tomorrow morning,” Eva says against my hair. “Although he might have left some for you at home as they’re not exactly appropriate to open in front of family.”

“Do I get a hint?” I ask and look up at her with big eyes.

“Patience, luv. I promise, when you see them, you’re going to melt.” Eva kisses me hard. She has always been the best gift giver. Whatever it is, it’s worth it. “For now, you really do need to sleep. It’s late.” The clock on the bedside table reads 1 am. “Merry Christmas, my darling.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” I say. Tomorrow there will be more dealing with my family, more impending conversations to be had when the holiday ends. But right now all that matters is that we have each other and our little family waiting for us back in LA. We have those around us who make us happy and feel fulfilled in life. They weren’t gifted to us from birth. We had to find them all on our own. But I’ll always be grateful for our polycule and I’ll always be grateful for the love we share.