Luka
What the hell? My little Christmas elf started to cry over me asking about her morning. I think back about everything my security expert found out about Lumi. It was all pretty cut and dry, nothing to suggest to me why she’s crying or why no one is watching out for her. My investigator is digging deeper and should have something for me by the end of today. He should if he wants to continue in that role anyway.
“Thank you for asking.”
I pull back enough to look down and find her eyes. Today they're a little softer, a little richer brown than they were yesterday. “You never have to thank me.”
“Still…thank you.”
The moment is drawn out, and I fight with myself to keep from kissing her. She’s not ready for that just yet. I know that the same as I know how I feel about her. I finally break eye contact before my resistance weakens any further and I do something I might regret.
“Ready to decorate today?”
She gives me a small nod and a smile before jumping up out of my lap. She takes off the coat she wore yesterday, but today’s elf outfit is a little different. This time, there is more red, and her stockings are striped green and white today. They remind me of wintergreen candy, and an urge to walk up to her and lick her embeds itself firmly into my mind like a burr as she is dragging out all the decorations we bought yesterday. The sight of her as she climbs the ladder I’ve brought out to help us reach the taller branches doesn’t help at all.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I have taken the entire week off. John, my assistant, is pushing me to take even more time, and frankly, I just might. I might take the next three weeks off if I can spend them all with my little Christmas elf. John will be happy. He’s been wanting to visit his sister and her husband for a couple of months now -ever since he became an uncle in April. I gave him two weeks off then, but he’s really head over hills for the little bundle of blue.
Thinking about babies has me looking over at the little elf wiggling under my tree to reach the outlet to plug the lights in. Would she want to start a family right away or wait for a little while? I wouldn’t mind if she never wanted babies as long as she let me practice every night and day making them. BUT if she did want kids…
Mental images of what she would look like carrying my babies pass through my mind and make sitting very uncomfortable. In fact, the image of her waddling around our house trying to tell everyone where to put everything while I hold a baby in my arms has me harder than granite. Yeah, I could be a very happy man were I blessed with the ability to make that image a reality. It takes me a second to realizesomething is wrong with the woman starring in my fantasies, but when I do, I have to stifle a chuckle.
“Oh, um, Luka?” Damn, I love it when she says my name. “Luka, can you help me? I, um, seem to be stuck on one of the branches.”
I assess the situation and then grab her ankle to give her a firm tug. She lets out a little yelp before I give her ankles another tug, sending her sliding out from under the tree, but the sound of ripping also fills the air.
“Oh shit!”
We both say the words as she tries to flip over. Whatever is stuck is still keeping her under the tree. She tries to quickly tug her skirt down over the cutest little panties I have ever seen -they have candy canes on them- but everything she’s wearing makes her even more tangled and trapped. The corset she is wearing has loosened, and I think the laces might have been what we heard rip, but I can’t be sure until we can get her out from under the damned tree and she stands up.
This time, I take her hips and tug her, but nothing happens, and she is struggling against my hold on her.
“Lumi, hold still.”
“But…oh, Luka! My panties!”
I’ve sunk down on my knees to get a better grip on her curves so I can pull her free while she fights against me. I give her one quick, firm tug as more ripping fills the air, and she comes sliding out under me. Things quickly become clearer now thatI have her under me. It wasn’t the corset that was hung on the branches of the tree. Or at least not only the corset.
The entire back of her dress is ripped open along with the ties of the corset, her panties are in full view, and her hair looks like we just fucked all morning long.
My little elf lets out a startled whine before trying to come up on her hands and knees under me while holding her dress up. She looks utterly breathtaking and like I might have just thrown her down to fuck her! My hands are still wrapped around her hips for fuck’s sake! It sends so many naughty things ricocheting through my mind, it makes me dizzy!
And, of course, that’s when my sister comes in!
Chapter Seven
Lumi
The sound of a gasp fills the room, causing me to turn and find out who else is having a hard time with all of this. I find a beautiful redhead has walked into the room. She’s beautiful and just the kind of woman I imagine Luka being with. Her eyes are filled with shock, and her mouth is hanging open almost as wide as mine.
Oh, shit! I think I just might have killed Luka’s chance at ‘yet’.
It slowly sinks in what this must look like and that his hands are still around my hips. I try to straighten up, to get off my hands at least, but back into Luka more. His hand comes up to wrap around my waist, making it look even worse than it already does.
“It…it’s not what it looks like?”
“Oh,” she tilts her head and pouts her lips a little, “that’s a pity.”
What! The! Hell!?
