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The cold air seeps through her jacket despite the many layers she’s wearing, and Olivia scurries from her car across the street towards Rafaels apartment building. The doorman sees her coming and grabs the door for her ushering her inside.
“Thanks, Bernie,” she smiles, stomping her feet a little on the carpet to knock the snow and slush from her boots.
Bernie tugs the heavy doors closed behind her, shutting out the cold air. “It’s a chilly one out there today, Ms. Benson. I hope Mr. Barba has a warm mug of hot coco waiting for you, dragging you out here in this weather.”
Smiling, Liv heads towards the elevators. “I’m sure he can think of a few ways to warm me up.” Bernie blushes and she gives him a wink before the doors slide closed. The files from their latest case he had called her for are still tucked to her chest and she brushes the few snowflakes that have yet to melt from the folders. He had texted her only an hour ago requesting them knowing full well he had his own copies in at his disposal and Liv knows it’s all an excuse to get her over to his place.
Rafael knows that Noah is spending a few days with the McCann’s and when the elevator stops at his floor, she realizes that this, for all intents and purposes, is nothing more than a booty call. Knocking quickly, she lets herself in.
“Hey,” he greets from his kitchen.
It’s warm and cozy in his apartment, the lights dimmed and a candle burning from the island that smells of cinnamon and spruce. Liv quickly peels back the many layers she’s in to let the warmth in. “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow? It’s freezing out there,” she grumbles.
He’s crossing the kitchen towards her, taking her jacket from her to hang in the front closet. “You could have said as much, you know.”
She could have, but if she’s being honest, Liv had been looking for her own excuse to initiate meeting up with him too.
Rafael slips out of his slippers offering them to her. “Here. Your feet are probably freezing.”
Liv slides into them wiggling her toes at the immediate warmth they give her. “You love my cold feet.”
He smirks, wrapping an arm around her waist tugging her into his chest. “Not so much when they’re wiggling their way into the paint leg of my pyjamas.”
Wrapping her own arm around his waist, Liv slips her cold fingers under his sweater dancing them up his back. He immediately arches away from her and she splays her cold fingers over his warm flesh. “You don’t like this?” She teases with a smirk.
Rafael squirms away from her. “Not particularly. Your hands are like ice.”
“I told you it was cold outside.” Shoving the files into his chest, Liv makes her way into his living room. There are several boxes littering the floor and its then that she notices the artificial tree that’s in the corner. “You’re decorating?”
Dropping the files on the island Rafael pours her a glass of wine, grabbing his own. “My mother dropped off some old boxes of my Abuelita’s….she thought I’d like to have some of her decorations.”
Accepting the glass from him, Liv can see the sadness in his eyes and she scoots closer to settle into his side. He immediately wraps his arm around her and she rests her head on his chest. There isn’t any amount of time that will pass that will make the holiday’s easier for him. “Want some help?”
“Decorating?”
Sipping her wine, Liv climbs off his couch to peak inside the nearest box. “Yeah. Is it alright if I look?”
Rafael nods, sipping his own wine.
The first box is an assortment of the most beautifully blown glass bulbs she’s ever seen. Setting her glass on the coffee table Liv pulls a few from the carefully packed box to hold up in the dimmed light. “Rafa, these are beautiful.”
“If my memory is correct, they were my bisabuela’s. They were one of the few things they were able to bring with them when they immigrated from Cuba.”
She carefully places them back into their box, moving on to the next one. There’s a Santa hat on top and Liv places it on her head looking over her shoulder at him. “What do you think?”
“Suits you, Mrs. Claus.”
The blush creeps up her neck and Liv reaches for her glass of wine, taking a sip. The next box is full of a mixture of typical ornaments: snowflakes and reindeer, doves, angels and even a few that look handmade. There’s a gingerbread man that looks to be handmade and Liv smiles at the buttons for eyes and the bright squiggles of paint that have managed to hold up after all these years. Turning it over reveals Rafael’s name, only much more childlike. “You made this?”
Rafael shrugs. “I don’t really remember, but if my name’s on the back, I must have….Abuelita kept everything.”
She has her own gingerbread man tucked safely among her decorations that Noah had made when he was probably 3 or 4 and Liv can understand why Catalina would keep something so simple. “It reminded her of the boy you were,” she explains softly. “Memories like that are meant to be cherished.” Liv leaves the gingerbread man on the coffee table so as to make sure that it gets hung on the tree.
Moving to another box, she finds more decorations that seem a little out of place among the older ones she’d just looked through. Liv sifts through the ribbons, lights and tinsel with the price tags still on them.“This doesn’t look like your Abuelita’s.”
“Knowing my mother, she probably bought those thinking that I needed it.”
Removing the ribbons, lights and tinsel on top, Liv finds what she thinks is a set of silicone Christmas trees. Each is a different height and width, striped like candy canes set in a what one would assume is a base to make them stand, and she lines them up on his coffee table. “Are you sure these are Christmas decorations?” She teases.
Rafael chokes a little on a mouthful of wine. “Are those what I think they are?”
Liv shrugs, laughing now too and she tosses one to him on the couch. “You tell me. Did your Mom buy you a set of sex toys as Christmas decorations?”
Rafael flips it around in his hand, squinting at the fine print on the bottom. “Jesus Christ she did.”
In the bottom of the box is a tube of something and she kind of hopes it’s just some hand lotion but it’s striped the same way as the Christmas trees and Liv grins at the tube of candy cane flavoured lube in her hands. “Bet she thought this was hand cream.” She tosses it to him and Rafael’s face turns bright red. “It’s kind of ironic, actually.”
“How do you figure?” He questions, flipping the tube over in his hands to read the fine print on the back his mother had clearly missed.
“I’m wearing Candy Canes too.”
His eyes flick to her and it takes a few seconds to realize after roaming his gaze over her that she doesn’t have anything visible on that is candy cane. “Show me.”
Rising to her feet, Liv pulls her arms out of the sleeves of her sweater pulling it over her head carefully, revealing the sheer bra with tiny embroidered candy canes she’s got on. “….the panties match too,” she comments, straddling his lap. His hands immediately coast up her rib cage right to her breasts and he traces the tiny candy canes causing her to shiver a little. The lube is on the couch beside them and Liv reaches for it, opening it. “Think it actually tastes like the real thing?”
Rafael licks his lips. “I’d be willing to taste test.”
She massages the tube in her fingers a few seconds before flipping back the cap. Pulling down the cups of her bra, Liv squirts a dollop over each breast, letting it trickle down her skin. It immediately sends a cooling effect and she changes her mind, spreading it more completely over her nipples. “It feels amazing,” she murmurs.
“Let me taste.”
Liv offers him her fingers and he gives her a look before bring his mouth to her breast. His tongue laves over her nipple and the minty flavour fills his mouth. “Mmmmmm,” he hums against her.
“Fuck,” she moans. “That feels good.”
Licking the lube from one nipple, Rafael turns his attention to the other. “Tastes good, too,” he comments. “My mouth feels minty.”
Bringing her fingers to her mouth, Liv tastes the lube herself. “I want to suck this off your cock, Rafa.”
He tugs her nipple between his teeth in response.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
She may have taken this too far.
But the lights wrapped around his wrists above his head twinkle and make his eyes sparkle in the dark. Liv didn’t wrap them tightly but judging by the way his cock is leaking on his stomach, Rafael is enjoying the way they dig a little into his wrists.
Unraveling the tinsel, Liv drags the end along his torso gently.
Rafael shivers.
“Do you like that?” She questions.
“Yes.”
“Yes who?”
“Yes, Mrs. Claus.”
Why that turns her on even more, Liv’s not sure, but hell if she’s going to take time and analyze it now. “You’ve been a pretty naughty boy, Rafael,” she continues, dragging the tinsel to tease his nipples. “Dragging me out in the snow and cold like this. Why is that?”
“I was craving Candy Canes,” he plays along.
Liv raises an eyebrow at this, dragging the tinsel down his stomach. “Candy Canes, huh?” She lets the tinsel skim the crease between his hips loving the way it causes his cock to twitch. “These kind of Candy Canes?” Grabbing one of the silicone trees, Liv drags it up his thigh.
“I do like those kinds of Candy Canes, Mrs. Claus.”
Opting for their regular lube, Liv coats the plug before pushing it between his ass. “I already knew that, of course.” She squirts more lube on her fingers, spreading it around his hole before pushing the tree inside of him gently. “Mrs. Claus knows everything, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” he sighs.
She doesn’t stop until the stand is the only thing left and Liv rotates it gently inside of him causing him to moan. “She also knows that you love these kinds of Candy Canes more.” Pushing his legs down, Liv crawls up the bed towards his head, swinging her legs over his chest to bring her pussy to his mouth. “Don’t you?”
Rafael smirks, nodding at the tiny Candy Canes on her sheer panties. “I do, Mrs. Claus….I know I’ve been naughty. Can I have a chance to get back on the nice list?”
Pulling her panties to the side, Liv nods settling over his mouth. “Show me how much you love these Candy Canes, Rafael.” His mouth devours her and Liv slides her fingers through his hair watching as he eats her out. “Just like that,” she sighs when his tongue brushes her clit. She grinds a little against his mouth feeling the pleasure settling in her belly. “Such a good boy, Rafael, eating Mrs. Claus like this.”
His hands wiggle from where they’re restrained with the lights and she lifts up to unravel him. The minute his hands are free he’s hiking her up further over his mouth maneuvering to get his fingers inside of her.
“Be a good boy and make me cum,” she moans, draping the lights over her shoulders.
Rafael groans at the sight of her, Santa hat with her dark hair falling around her shoulders and the mini white lights casting just the right light against the swell of her breasts and her hips and he fucks her harder needing to watch her come undone just like this. In his preifereal he sees the tube of candy cane lube and he wants to taste her like that. Groping for it is presses it into her thigh.
“You want to use this?”
He nods into her pussy.
Lifting up, Liv takes the lube from him squirting some onto her fingers, saying a silent prayer that it doesn’t give her any grief after the fact. She’s already soaking wet and she spreads it over herself mixing it in before bringing her fingers to his mouth. Rafael obediently sucks them. “Do you like it?”
He nods again.
Pulling her fingers from his mouth, she hovers over him again. “It isn’t going to lick itself.” Rafael pulls her down to his mouth and she immediately feels the difference the lube has made. “Fuck, yes….Oh my God, just like that…” She’s cool and warm all at the same time and Rafael’s mouth, his tongue; she’s not sure he’s ever eaten her out quite like this before. Grabbing the headboard Liv can feel her body begin to tremble as her orgasm builds. “Don’t stop,” he pleads breathlessly. “Rafa, Fuck.” She’s there and then she’s over and his hands are on her hips steadying her as he relentlessly sucks at her clit and she buries her face in her elbow, biting her own flesh to muffle the moan that leaves her body. He’s going to keep going, wring out one right after the other for as long as she can take it and Liv sifts her fingers through his hair appreciatively because no man has ever made her feel this way. Ever wrung her out to the point of absolute fucking bliss. She grinds herself against his mouth and his tongue hasn’t let up and as another orgasm rolls over her she can’t wait to have his cock in her mouth to return the pleasure that’s wracking her body right now.
Her thighs are trembling and she can barely keep herself upright and she tugs his hair signalling she’s had enough. She’s more than shaky as she un-straddles his face and all Liv can muster is an ungraceful flop on the bed beside him.
Rafael’s panting beside her and she reaches over to touch him, laying a hand on his chest as Liv works to bring her own mind back from the complete fucking bliss he’s sent her to. The lights poke at her back and she rolls over enough to maneuver them from under her.
“You looked so fucking gorgeous with those lights,” he finally comments. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at them on my tree and not think of you.”
Liv smiles to herself finally feeling herself coming back to her body. Rolling on to her side she meets his gaze. He’s a sweaty, disheveled mess and his cock is as almost as red as the Candy Cane tree still in his ass. “You’re definitely back on the nice list.”
Rafael chuckles, pulling the hat from her head so that he can thread his fingers through her hair when she leans over to kiss him. “Prove it,” he breathes against her lips.
Reaching for the Candy Cane lube, Liv squirts a trail right down his chest and over his cock. “You want one of your gifts early?”
He nods, exhaling deeply.
Liv presses her lips to his sternum, letting her tongue and the Candy Cane lube guide her way. The mint still manages to fill her mouth among the salty taste of sweat that’s glistened his chest and as she reaches his navel, the taste of his pre-cum joins the mix. “Mmmmmm,” she hums against his skin. “You taste so good, Rafa.” Spreading his legs open more, Liv reaches for the plug, massaging it gently in his body just as she takes his cock into her mouth.
“Fuck, Liv, I’m gonna cum,” he gasps.
She wraps her free hand around the base of his cock stroking him as she sucks him off and he explodes on a cry of her name, cum and candy cane lube filling her mouth. She’s never been much of a swallower but the lube doesn’t make it all half bad and she continues to suck all the mint off him as promised until he’s squeezing her forearm to stop.
She’s a little breathless when she finally pulls off and his body is trembling, his hand’s still fisting the sheets as his cock continues to twitch through his orgasm. Liv runs her hands over his chest and he immediately shivers, goose pimples bursting across his skin and Rafael groans in response. “Too much?”
He nods.
“Let me take the plug out; it will help,” she soothes. Even the slight movement of his legs to give her room has him trembling and normally she’d ease the toy out of him but she decides to do it fairly quickly. “Deep breath,” she instructs.
Rafael inhales and when she pulls the plug from him another spurt of cum leaks from his cock and he’s grabbing her hand wrapping it around himself needing her to wring it all out. Liv jerks him off until she can feel him soften in her hands.
It’s several minutes of his heavy breathing before Rafael feels like he can even string two words together. “That was…”
“Minty?” She teases.
He chuckles, finally taking stalk of his body. “And sticky,” he adds. “Worth it?”
Liv leans in to press her lips to his. “Absolutely.”
. . . . . . . . . .
The snow continues to fall gently outside and judging how Liv’s currently in his Harvard sweater, a pair of his sleep pants and her make -up scrubbed off, Rafael assumes that they’re both in for the night. He had given her free reign in decorating his tree and they worked in silent tandem as they strung the lights that had been wrapped around his wrists only an hour earlier.
While the soft sounds of some Christmas playlist from her phone played through his sound system, they each enjoyed a glass of wine and with each one of his Abuelita’s glass ornaments they hung on his tree, Rafael can feel the warmth settling in his chest.
“Thank you,” he comments softly.
Liv looks over at him, the warm yellow lights from the tree catching in her eyes. “For what?”
He hangs the glass ornament in his hands on a free branch near the top of the tree. “For being here, for…” Rafael searches for the right words. “….reminding me that there can be joy in loss.”
Liv cups his face, letting her thumbs sweep over his cheek. “No thanks required.”
His phone buzzes from the coffee table and his mother’s face fills his screen. Accepting the call, Rafael puts her on speaker sitting on the couch. “Hey Mami,” he greets. “Everything ok? You’re home, out of this snow, yes?”
“Yes, I’m home and everything’s fine,” Lucia reassures. “I was just calling to check on you.”
Rafael smiles fondly. “I’m fine….Liv’s here actually….finally got around to decorating the tree.”
“Oh that’s wonderful, Mijo! Tell her I say hello! Did you put some of Abuelita’s ornaments on your tree?” Lucia questions.
Rafael turns his gaze to the tree and the glass bulbs Liv has used to decorate it. “Yeah, we did.” He can practically hear his mothers smile over the phone and that ache he feels at the loss of his grandmother hurts a little less seeing her decorations sparkling in the twinkly lights.
“What about those stripped Christmas trees? I though they were just the cutest thing! I thought you could put them on your mantle!”
Liv is grinning, placing his gingerbread man on the tree.
The End