Merry Christmas you filthy animal

[dudeimbatman]

Thanksgiving had been awesome. Dean had cooked every conceivable Thanksgiving dish and they'd all eaten until they thought they were going to burst. He'd spent the next day in a food coma but had quickly gotten up to speed on getting the bunker ready for Christmas. There had been a shit ton of decorations in storage, but he'd replaced a few lights and added a singing Santa or two.

Ruby had embroidered stockings with everyone's name. She hated embroidery, but she was damn good at it. Jo had contributed a recipe for Christmas punch and one for eggnog. She insisted that they needed to have it regularly so they could tweak the recipe. That way it would be perfect for Christmas Eve. Dean was pretty sure Jo was just enjoying her first real Christmas since God knows when. Dean wasn't complaining. Lucy hadn't stopped baking since the tree had gone up, and didn't show any signs of slowing down.

Ruby was also systematically removing, altering, or replacing everything that said Christmas. The bunker was turning into a politically (or demonically) correct wonderland: Happy Holidays!

Comments

Re: RUBY

[weirddreams]

In some ways, it's his oldest way of flirting with her. The flowers and the traditional ways he tried to date her in the beginning never really clicked with them (but that's okay.)

Both are an alluring option.

He agrees that she should and takes the dart from the board and places it into her hand (an excuse to run his fingers against hers.)

Re: RUBY

[peaceonearth]

She appreciates the traditional things now, but she loves the little things that are unique to them even more.

She gives him one of those 'cat ate the canary' grins and turns to him. "You really should put your hands over my eyes if it's going to be a true blind throw," she tells him. Once his hands are over her eyes and he's standing behind her, she wiggles her ass a little more then steps back to press against him and throws the dart at the map.

Re: RUBY

[weirddreams]

They do tend to find new things by experimenting.

He likes her style of thinking and complies to her request without saying anything more. His fingers cover each of her eyelids gingerly. He's close to her without even thinking about it, but when her ass wiggles, his hips press a little more closer to the back of her. The dart hits, "It's Mexico." Not inside the United States, but still driveable.

Re: RUBY

[peaceonearth]

Without really looking at the map, Ruby turns in his arms, hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders. "We can leave tomorrow," she half whispers as she goes up on her toes and presses a kiss to his mouth.

Re: RUBY

[weirddreams]

His arms form a circle so she can turn to face him before they rest along her hips. He breathes deeply at how her hands run over him. The vacation is part of it, but nothing is more of a turn on then any time alone with his girl. "Good thing we have pre-packed b-'' The word drops from his lips when hers comes in contact with his. Greedily, his hands slide up her back, not caring if they catch on a little fabric or slide under it. That little bit of extra closeness is all he desires.

When their lips do part at some point between satisfied and needing air, "First thing. I'll make sure everything is ready." For starters, letting Dean know.