“Phoebe!” I say loudly over the music. She yells out and jumps, turning around in a flash to face me. She has frosting smeared across her cheek and a piece of licorice hanging out of her mouth. “Are you singing ‘wiener’?”
Her face flushes bright red, matching her licorice perfectly. She grabs the remote from the counter and lowers the volume on the television. “Umm, yes?”
“May I ask why?” I set the grocery bags on the counter, and cross my arms across my chest. A smile tugging on my lips as I try not to laugh at how adorable she looks right now.
She yanks the candy out of her mouth and blows out a frustrated breath. “Because I’m a child, Spencer. And because Piper and I watched that stupid Game of Thrones parody episode that South Park did and now anytime I hear this damn song I have “wieners” on repeat in my head.”
“I see.” I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to stifle the laugher that’s moments away from exploding out of me.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Just get it out of your system so we can get to work on this library.” She grabs the remote and rewinds it to the start of the opening song, then uses the remote as a microphone while screaming wieners over and over again.
I lose it, and almost piss my pants from laughing so hard, which makes her laugh even louder than I am as I run to the bathroom to relieve myself.
When I come out, she’s back to working on the library. She hands me a pack of licorice and tells me to start on the other wall. I watch her as she puts together her side, and copy her as best as I can. Her shelves are much straighter than mine, but once the candy books are added in I don’t think anyone will be able to notice.
Her expression is so serious as she continues to work. Her fingers are dexterous and sure with each tiny detail she adds. Her attention to detail is impeccable, and it makes sense why she chose to work in the art field. The museum she works at must love her, she’s not easily swayed from a task at hand. Everytime I try to distract her, she just rolls her eyes in response and gives me my next task. We work on separate sides of the library, and after a couple of hours we’ve made some serious progress. The only thing we have left to do is add the roof on and add some more finishing touches on the inside.
The walls are lined with candy bookshelves, and filled with candy books. The donut bean bags are grouped in the middle, with a small table made out of a chocolate chip cookie, marshmallows, and pretzel sticks in the center of them. Phoebe has even made a small “vase” using a green Mike and Ike, a red gumdrop and a toothpick through the middle of them to keep it in place on the small table. We’ve made the librarians desk out of graham crackers and Phoebe has used different types of Hershey’s bars to make it look like a pile of stacked books on top of it. The bookcases in the middle have gingerbread men in between them, making it look like they are perusing the books.
We both stand on our respective sides of the island, admiring our work.
“If this doesn’t win, then we might just have to take out the judges,” she jokes. “This is amazing, Spence. Like how the hell did we turn all this candy into this…this freaking masterpiece!”
“I guess we just make a good team,” I tease, making my way slowly to her side.
She turns towards me as I place my hands on her hips. “I guess we do,” she whispers. “Who would have thought? After all this time we'd work so well together.”
I run my nose against her cheek, inhaling the tantalizing scent of hers. She whimpers softly into my ear, and every thought I had empties out of my head. I glance at the clock on the stove behind her. We have an hour before we need to pack up our gingerbread library and get to her house for the judging.
She’ll be traveling back to the city before New Years, so I plan to take advantage of the time we have together. I grab her around her thighs and lift her onto the counter, wrapping her legs around my body as I do. Her hands sneak around my neck and she grips the back of my hair tighter when I start to tease her earlobe with my tongue.
“You smell delectable as always,” I groan into her hair. Mangoes, with a mix of my own body wash that I’m assuming she used this morning during her shower. The thought of her naked in my shower makes me ravenous for her. To taste her again. To have her screaming out my name as she shudders around me once more.
She yanks back on my hair, forcing me face to face with her. “You are very distracting, Mr. Larson. We’re supposed to be getting this task done, but you have other plans for us, don’t you?” She mewls, before leaning in and kissing me soundly, thoroughly.
I could get lost in her kisses. The way her lips seem to fit mine perfectly, and the way her tongue wrestles mine for dominance over and over again. Last night we were both intoxicated on cinnamon whiskey, but right now I’m just intoxicated on her.
I can’t get enough. I need more of her.
Grasping her thighs again, I pull her to me and carry her into my bedroom, placing her gently on the bed without breaking our kiss. She moans into my mouth, making me even harder than I thought I could get. Slipping my hand up her shirt, I am pleased to find that she’s not wearing a bra under my sweatshirt. I tease her nipples until they are taut and hard under my fingers. Each playful tug gifts me another one of her heady moans until she is begging for more. I bring my hand to the waistband of her ridiculous pajamas, and then slip my hand further, and further. Until I’m met with the dampness of her arousal.
“Are you needy for me again, baby?” My voice softly caresses her ear.
“God, yes. Please.” She bucks her hips into my hand as I slip a single finger into her. In and out, nice and slowly.
“Do you want me to make you come with my fingers this time? Or shall I use my tongue again?” Her breathing is becoming more erratic with my slow and steady assault.
“Fingers,” she moans, biting her bottom lip and gripping my bed sheets tightly in her fist.
“My pleasure, Phoebe.” I continue until she’s writhing underneath me. She groans loudly when I add a second finger into the mix, clutching the bedding even harder as she grinds against my hand. I bring my thumb and rub it over her core until she’s screaming as she climaxes around my fingers.
Her body relaxes and I remove my hand from her pants. Her eyes are wide as she watches me bring my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean. “Mangoes might be my new favorite fruit, baby.”
“Oh my god you did not just do that! Or say that!” She hides her face in embarrassment, and I can't help but laugh at her reaction. “It’s very hard for me to believe that you were a virgin before all this,” she says between her hands. “There’s no way you should be this good at—”
“Making you come?” I smirk at her as she peeks through her fingers.
“Well, yes. But also have some tact! I can’t handle all the dirty things that keep spewing out of your mouth!” She sits up and pulls me by the hem of my shirt, bringing me down to her level, balancing on my elbows above her again.
