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Modern Day AU
December 2021 -A ski lodge in Colorado
Covered in snow and shivering from head to toe, Carson Shaw tromped through the doors of the Breckenridge Ski Resort in Colorado. She had been out on the slopes for hours and was completely exhausted. Her friends Jess and Lupe had dragged her on this ski holiday. The friends figured that they all could spend Christmas together two weeks early. For the actual holiday, Carson had to go back to Idaho and spend Christmas with her miserable family.
She would have to see her sister Meg, something she usually avoided. Meg had always been the perfect daughter. She got the good grades, she was student council president, and she was already married with two kids. It would have been fine if Meg at least was nice to Carson. Meg never had understood Carson and quite frankly never seemed to like her very much. Carson’s father wasn’t much better. He was so distant; he might as well have not been there at all.
She knew that Jess and Lupe had brought her with them to take her mind off her family troubles. It was very sweet and thoughtful of them. However, Carson had forgotten just how competitive her friends were. After hours of racing and chasing each other down the mountain on increasingly difficult slopes, Carson was beat. Jess and Lu, of course, were still out there.
She grumbled as she stomped the snow off of her ski boots. Carson shook off, spraying snow everywhere.
“Hey! Watch it!” Carson heard a voice yell.
Carson hadn’t realized just how far she had been throwing snow. She started to apologize when she looked up and locked eyes with the most stunning woman she had ever laid eyes on. She had long, auburn curls framing her perfectly made-up face. Even though she was sitting down, Carson could tell that this woman had legs for days. Carson swallowed in her throat, her heart racing, she tried to keep her jaw from hitting the ground. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Don’t worry about it, chickadee,” the taller woman said, winking at her. “It’ll dry.”
Carson took a deep breath. “Yeah. I’m still sorry though.” She extended her hand to this complete knockout, like it was a damn business meeting, “I’m Carson.”
The other woman let her eyes drift up and down over Carson’s tiny frame. Carson felt her face flush under her gaze.
“Greta,” she said simply, shaking Carson’s hand. “You look like you could use something warm. C’mon let me get you a hot mug of cocoa.” She took Carson’s gloved hand in hers. Carson noticed Greta’s perfect manicure as her fingers held onto Carson’s. The layer of fabric between the contact of their skin was both a blessing and a curse. Carson wanted to feel Greta’s skin but was worried that if she did she might spontaneously combust.
“Two please,” she heard Greta’s sultry voice say. “With a little Bailey’s?” she asked, looking at Carson for an answer.
Carson could have lost herself in those warm brown eyes. “Yes, please,” she heard herself mumble.
Greta pressed a piping hot mug into Carson’s hands. “Here you go, chickadee.”
Carson took a deep sip and instantly relaxed. “Mhmmm, thanks” she said, as she pulled the mug away from her lips. She placed it down next to her and finally removed her gloves.
Greta laughed at her. Even this woman’s laugh was perfect. It was warm, almost musical. Carson would have given anything to keep hearing it.
“You got some, uh…” Greta took her thumb and gently wiped the top of Carson’s lip. She smiled at Carson, “there you go. That’s better.” Their faces were only a few inches from each other and Carson could feel the tension and electricity in the air. It couldn’t be just her. Was Greta feeling it too?
Greta pulled back but narrowed her eyes at Carson like she was trying to figure her out. “You recovered yet?” she finally asked.
“From what?” Carson questioned, unsure where Greta was going with this.
“Whatever had you tromping around here, throwing snow all over the place like the grumpiest polar bear I ever saw.”
Carson laughed. “My friends are VERY competitive,” she said as an explanation.
“And you’re not?” Greta raised her eyebrow at her. “You seem like you like a little competition.”
“I am. I do. Or I used to be. Not anymore though,” Carson stammered.
“You okay, Carson?”
“Yeah. It’s just,” Carson sighed heavily. “This was supposed to be a fun weekend away before having to spend Christmas with my family, in Idaho.”
“Idaho, huh? I’ve always liked a farm girl,”
Was Greta flirting with her? It felt like Greta was flirting with her.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not from a farm. Idaho has actual towns, you know?”
“Ohhh..” Greta said, leaning back a little bit and holding her hands up in a gesture of surrender.
This gave Carson the perfect opportunity to check her out. Greta was hot, hot hot, a picture-perfect snow bunny. Black hat, red coat, black boots, her style was clearly something she took pride in. It was more than that though. It was more than her fit, more than her absolutely gorgeous face, more than her physical appearance. It was the energy that radiated out from her like a pulse.
“Like what you see, Carson? Carson what?”
“Shaw,” she whispered.
“Shaw.” Greta repeated. Carson like the sound of her name coming out of Greta’s mouth.
“You want to get out of here, Carson Shaw?” Greta asked.
Carson felt her breath leave her body. Was this gorgeous creature actually propositioning her? Carson didn’t need to be asked twice. She nodded.
Greta reached out to take her hand once more. This time, Carson had her gloves off. The skin-on-skin contact sent electric currents through Carson’s body. Her hand felt like it was actually vibrating. Greta must have felt it too, because as soon as they got into the elevator, Greta made eye contact with Carson and gave her a sexy little wink. Carson could have melted into a puddle.
‘Why me?’ Carson thought to herself. It was as if Greta could read her mind.
“You’re really cute, Carson,” she said softly to her.
Then it was out of the elevator and up to Greta’s room, which turned out to be a suite.
“Wow.” Carson gasped. “This is really nice.”
Smirking at her, Greta said, “it does the job.”
Greta moved closer to Carson, she was only a couple of feet away now. Carson could smell her perfume. Being this close to Greta, smelling her, it was intoxicating. Greta smelled like cinnamon and cloves and something that Carson couldn’t quite place.
“I don’t think you need this anymore,” Greta said, unzipping Carson’s parka jacket. She pulled the jacket off Carson and hung it up next to the heater. “That’ll help it dry off,” she said.
Greta turned back to Carson, looking at her like she was trying to see inside to Carson’s soul.
“What’s your story, Shaw?” she asked.
“My story?”
“I don’t see anyone else here,” Greta replied, looking around.
“I told you. I’m just here with a couple of friends. They’re still out there being absolute maniacs on the slopes. I wouldn’t be surprised if security has to chase them down eventually.” Carson said, which made Greta laugh.
When Greta laughed, she laughed with her whole body, leaning back and roaring. Carson loved the sound. Greta’s laugh was raw and raucous.
“I know the type,” Greta said.
“How about you?” Carson asked. “What’s your story.”
Greta moved across the suite and sat down on the bed, leaning back, arms extended behind her, looking casually confident. She thought about how best to answer Carson’s question.
“I’m going to let you get away with not answering what I asked, for now.” Greta began. “As for me, I’m here until the new year. I don’t really do Christmas, you know? My family…well, they kind of suck. It took some time, but I made the decision not to have anything to do with them. I usually travel now. Much easier. And a lot more fun.”
“I wish I could do that,” Carson admitted. “It would be so nice not to deal with my family over the holidays and just get away somewhere.”
“So why don’t you?” Greta asked her.
“Well…I have a niece and a nephew. I DO like to visit them. Even when it’s freezing cold, we still go outside and throw the ball around. That part’s nice.” Carson shrugged.
Greta smiled at Carson, “Well, I hope you’re better at baseball than you are at skiing.”
“How do you know I’m bad at skiing?” Carson countered.
“Carson.” Greta said seriously. “You sent snow flying everywhere when you walked into the lodge. You don’t get snow-covered like that unless you went ass over tits down the slope.”
Carson laughed. “More like I slid on my ass all the way down. It wasn’t my finest moment.”
Greta smiled at her and got up off the bed where she had been sitting. “Well, I’m kind of glad you can’t ski,” she said, walking over to where Carson stood.
Heart pounding in her chest, Carson tried to look anywhere but in Greta’s direction. “Yeah?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Greta whispered. She tucked her fingers under Carson’s chin and pulled Carson’s face close.
The last thing Carson remembered thinking was, ‘is this really happening?’ before Greta’s lips met hers and Carson’s mind went completely blank. She answered Greta’s kiss with a hunger of her own. It had been so long since she had been kissed, let alone by a woman as sexy as Greta. Carson moaned softly. Greta’s lips felt so soft and good against her own.
It was all the encouragement that Greta required. She pushed Carson up against the wall and pressed her body against Carson’s. Carson wanted her to be closer. She needed more. Reaching her hands up, Carson laced her fingers through Greta’s perfectly maintained curls and pushed her closer. A soft sound escaped out of Greta’s mouth and Carson thought she would burst into flames right there on the spot.
Greta’s tongue ran across Carson’s bottom lip, asking for access. Carson wasn’t about to deny her. Her lips parted and Greta deepened the kiss. She grabbed Carson’s bottom lip with her teeth and pulled, causing Carson to shiver.
Without warning, Greta pulled back. “You okay?” she asked.
“Yes. Of course, why?”
“You’re not breathing,” Greta pointed out. “Why don’t we sit?”
She walked over and sat down on the bed. Patting the space next to her, Greta indicated that Carson should come over and join her. Once Carson sat down next to her, Greta put her hand on top of Carson’s.
“If you’re not sure about this, we don’t have to do anything.” Greta said, giving Carson’s hand a reassuring squeeze.
“No, I definitely want to,” Carson reassured her. “it’s just…” she stammered. “You’re really beautiful and that makes me nervous.”
Greta smiled at her. “You want to know something, Carson Shaw?” she asked.
Carson looked up at her and gave a small nod. Greta moved in closer. “You’re really beautiful too,” she whispered.
And they were back off to the races. Lips crashed into each other. Hands groped, reaching for any part of skin they could touch.
Carson needed to feel more of Greta’s skin on her. She made quick work of Greta’s red cardigan sweater, her hands moving deftly and quickly to undo the buttons. As she removed Greta’s sweater, Greta took charge and pushed her down onto the bed. Carson looked up as Greta hovered over her in a black lace bra and gasped. Greta smirked down at her, “Glad you’re enjoying yourself, Shaw.”
Carson gulped. “Very much.”
“Good.” Greta said. “Now. You’re wearing far too many clothes.”
Carson didn’t need to be told twice. She removed her green hoodie and sports bra together in one fluid motion.
Greta eyed her up and down and bit her bottom lip. “Merry Christmas to me,” she whispered seductively before her lips and tongue began to explore Carson’s torso.
Carson fought to remain conscious as every caress from Greta lit her body on fire. The way Greta explored her body, well, she had never felt anything like that before. Greta’s kisses moved lower and lower to the waistband of Carson’s ski pants. She tugged at the waistband with her hand. “Can I have these off?” she asked.
“All yours.” Carson said, arching her hips so Greta could wriggle the pants off of her. “Socks too.” Carson added. “I have a no socks during sex rule.”
Greta burst out laughing. “Okay. Socks off too, chickadee,” she reassured Carson before returning to the task at hand.
She ran her tongue up the inside of Carson’s thigh, stopping only to lightly brush the skin with her teeth making Carson gasp.
Greta’s hand moved up and reached under the waistband of Carson’s underwear to feel her. “Oh my god,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Carson said.
“Why the hell are you apologizing?” Greta asked her incredulously. “That’s gotta be one of the of the sexiest things I’ve ever felt in my life.”
When Carson still looked unsure, Greta took matters into her own hands. “Here,” Greta said. “Taking Carson’s hand in hers, she moved Carson’s hand under the waistband of her own jeans and let Carson feel how wet she was.
Carson moaned, “Are you kidding me, right now?”
“That’s all you, chickadee,” Greta whispered in her ear.
Feeling a surge of confidence, Carson sat up and quickly unbuttoned Greta’s jeans.
“Oooohh,” Greta said surprised. “Well, okay then.” Greta’s jeans were off in an instant. Carson had barely recovered from the black lace bra. The matching underwear made Carson’s jaw actually drop.
“Wow.” Carson whispered.
Greta’s mischievous and sexy smile in response to Carson’s reaction was brighter than any Christmas tree. “Now where were we?” she asked.
Carson woke up in Greta’s bed the next morning thoroughly spent and satisfied. The light peeked through the blinds in Greta’s suite as Carson stretched her arms and rolled over. She was alone in Greta’s king size bed. ‘Okay. Don’t freak out,’ she told herself. ‘It wasn’t a big deal. Just a one night stand.’ “Typical,” she said out loud as she sighed and rolled over.
Reaching for her phone, she grappled with the nightstand. Finally feeling the plastic case in her hand, she grabbed her phone and opened up the lock screen. She had approximately fifteen text messages and three missed calls from both Jess and Lupe. She probably should have let them know where she was. Whoops.
‘You ok?’
‘Car...you alive?’
‘WTF. Car…where are you?’
Carson typed as fast as she could to reassure them.
‘I’m okay. See you soon.’ Carson wrote back.
Just then, her nose caught the scent of something cooking in the kitchen. Carson pushed back the covers and hopped out of bed. She was wearing a tee shirt that was far too long on her and a pair of pajama pants with, were those cupcakes? So, Greta’s clothes. Got it. Next to the bed, a robe was laid out for her. Wrapping it around herself, Carson padded her tiny feet to the kitchen.
There she was. Greta. She was effortlessly beautiful in pajamas of her own with a black silk robe wrapped around her. Greta turned her head, noticing that Carson had made her way to the kitchen.
“Hey there, chickadee,” she flirted. “It’s about time you were awake.”
Carson couldn’t believe it. How was this woman so fucking perfect?
“Coffee?” Greta asked her.
“Absolutely,” Carson answered. “With a little sugar if you’ve got it.”
Greta poured some sugar in the mug. She pushed it into Carson’s hands with a smile.
“Thanks.”
“I just made some blueberry pancakes if you want some…” she asked, looking a little bit uncertain.
Wait. Greta was just as nervous as Carson was. Her heart melted into a puddle. She hated to say no, but she had kept Jess and Lupe waiting for far too long.
“I’d love to,” she answered honestly, “but I can’t. I promised my friends I’d have breakfast with them before heading back to New York City.”
“Wait...” Greta said. “You’re a New Yorker?” Greta asked her, unable to keep hope and joy out of her voice. “Me too,” she added.
Carson had thought that this was going to be just a one-night stand, but now a whole new world of possibilities had just opened up to her.
Greta looked like she was thinking the same thing. “In that case,” she said. “Why don’t you take my number?”
After Carson got back from her miserable holiday with her family in Lake Valley, Idaho, she decided that Greta definitely had it right with her approach to the holidays. Next year, Carson vowed that she would do Christmas her own way.
For weeks, she had been unable to shake thoughts of Greta out of her head. Her long legs, loud laugh and how her perfect lips felt on hers played back in Carson’s mind on repeat. Every time Carson thought about how good Greta looked in that matching black lace bra and panty combination, she began to blush. It was becoming a problem.
Carson pulled out her phone and scrolled down to where Greta had saved her number. It had been weeks and Carson still hadn’t found the courage to text her. Taking a deep breath, she told herself, “You can do this, Shaw.”
What should she say? What do you even say to the woman who took you by the hand and then gave you the best sex of your life? Carson couldn’t just type ‘hey’ or something boring like that. Wait. What did Greta call her back at the lodge? It was an angry polar bear. Carson smiled at the memory. She quickly found a gif of one of the Coca Cola bears from the commercials and sent it to Greta before she could talk herself out of it.
That’s how Greta and Carson began talking fairly regularly. They still hadn’t managed to find an opportunity to see each other again. Carson sighed with frustration. You would think that two people with such undeniable chemistry living in the same city would be able to find a way to get it together.
They would text for a few weeks at a time, sharing details of their lives from the mundane to the significant. Then, radio silence. Eventually, one of them would reach out and they would pick up where they left off. Carson always felt that surge of adrenaline whenever she saw Greta’s name pop up on her phone.
It was springtime when Carson got a text from Greta that made her heart flutter in her chest.
‘Hey chickadee. I want to see your smiling face. You free for dinner tomorrow?’
Carson didn’t even check her calendar. She would make herself be free if she had to.
‘I can be.’ She typed back.
Greta’s reply came through quickly, a winky face emoji.
Carson walked down the street to her apartment floating on cloud nine. She had a date with Greta. She had a real, actual date. Finally. She could hardly believe it.
Her mind took off racing, filled with thoughts of Greta. Carson was in such a daze that she wasn’t watching where she was going.
All it took was a small hole in the sidewalk to break Carson out of her Greta-induced stupor. Her foot stepped down on the edge of it, the ankle rolled over and down she went.
It took Carson a moment to realize that she was on the ground. The wind had been completely knocked out of her and her ankle hurt. A lot. “Fuck!” She swore angrily.
She quickly assessed her body. She hadn’t hit her head, that was good. Her hands were pretty scraped up from breaking her fall. It seemed superficial, but it would definitely be annoying for a few days. Her arms and shoulder felt fine. Then she looked at her ankle. Fuck. It was already bruised and swelling.
New York City was truly an incredible place. Carson fell flat on her ass in front of hundreds of bystanders and not a single person came over to help. Luckily, she knew there was an urgent care just two blocks away. It should be possible for her to limp over there. Hauling herself up, Carson tried to gingerly put some weight on the affected ankle. She gasped in pain. Seeing stars, Carson almost threw up. Hobbling down the street, Carson made her way to the urgent care to get her ankle looked at.
A few hours and some x-rays later, Carson was given a boot and some crutches for her newly broken ankle. Not wanting to crutch all over the New York City subway system, Carson opted to call an Uber for a ride back to her apartment.
Once she was in the car, Carson took a picture of her boot and crutches to send to Greta.
‘So. This just happened.’
‘Oh no, chickadee. Did you go ass over tits again?’
‘Something like that.’
‘You okay?’
‘I’m fine, just annoyed. Ankle is pretty broken though. Can we get a rain check on our date?’
‘Sure thing, chickadee’
Carson sighed, leaning back against the backseat of the car. “Damnit,” she whispered to herself.
That rain check didn’t get cashed in until July. Jess and Lupe had somehow convinced a friend who clearly did NOT know them well into borrowing a boat. They had all planned to take the boat out on Saturday afternoon as a nice break from summer in the city.
“Why don’t you text your hottie?” Lupe suggested to her. “See if she wants to come out with us.”
Nodding, Carson reached out to Greta to see if she wanted to join in the fun, fully expecting Greta to say no. Carson was pleasantly surprised when Greta readily agreed.
She had picked out a new swimsuit that made her feel like a million bucks, and gotten them all a bunch of boat snacks, knowing that Jess and Lu would only make sure they had drinks. Carson couldn’t believe someone would actually lend Jess and Lu a boat, but she would be forever grateful to them. She had spent the last few days picturing Greta in a bikini and she wasn’t even a little bit sorry about it.
Carson’s phone buzzed with a text from Greta.
‘Hey chickadee…’
‘Hey! You ready for today?’ Carson wrote back.
‘About that…’
Carson began to panic. ‘No, no, no, no,’ she thought to herself. This could not be happening again. Her phone vibrated again. This time it was a picture message from Greta.
‘I don’t think it’s the best idea for me to be out in the sun today given the state of these bad boys.’
“Oh my god,” Carson whispered. Greta’s legs had the worst sunburn Carson had ever seen. Without even thinking about it, Carson called Greta. She picked up on the first ring.
“Oh my god, Greta. What happened?”
“Hi chickadee,” Greta’s warm voice greeted her. “It’s just a hard lesson learned. Make sure you put on sunscreen before going to a Mets game and sitting in the sun for hours.”
“Oh no, Greta,” Carson groaned. “That looks like it really hurts. Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”
“You’re very sweet, but I’m okay, Carson. I’m just becoming one with the aloe lotion at this point.”
Carson laughed, “Another rain check then?”
“Absolutely, chickadee.”
It was Greta’s inspiration that had Carson spending Christmas differently this year. Instead of catching a flight with multiple transfers and hours long layovers to get out to Lake Valley, she was staying in the city. The year went by so quickly. Carson couldn’t believe it was already Christmas Eve again.
The weather report had called for snow, but so far none had materialized. Carson rolled her eyes. The meteorologists were wrong again. “So much for a white Christmas,” Carson muttered to herself. She had really been looking forward to snow on Christmas. Snow reminded Carson of the ski lodge. The ski lodge reminded her of Greta. A full year later, Carson was still thinking about her. A year’s worth of missed connections and Carson still couldn’t shake Greta from her mind.
One night with Greta had changed her whole life. For example, Carson was spending Christmas on her own this year and couldn’t be happier about it. It was going to be a nice, quiet Christmas by herself.
Carson had beat the rush to get all the fixings for her perfect holiday meal. Just because she was alone, didn’t mean she couldn’t have Christmas dinner. She wasn’t much of a cook, but was determined to try. It wasn’t as if she was about to make a pie from scratch. She did that once. Never again. She opted to buy an apple pie from her favorite local bakery.
She had everything else she wanted. She bought a small turkey breast (no need for a whole turkey if it was just her), stuffing (obviously the best part of the meal), mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, and cranberry sauce. Carson spent the day cooking while listening to her favorite Christmas music. Dancing around her kitchen, everything seemed to be going according to plan. The turkey turned out perfectly juicy and not one of the side dishes was burnt. Carson opened the pantry door to pull out the can of cranberry sauce. Where was it? Reaching her hands in, Carson came up empty. Even after she pulled out every can in the pantry, it was no where to be found. “Damn it!” she yelled to the walls of her apartment.
She didn’t want to head back out to the store, especially on Christmas Eve. Carson sighed, but she would do it. Christmas dinner wouldn’t be the same without cranberry sauce. She put on her winter coat, hat, and boots and headed out the door.
Once she stepped onto the sidewalk, the wind began to pick up and the snow started falling. It was light and graceful at first and then it started coming down harder and faster. By the time Carson got to the all-night grocery store, she was soaked, cold, and miserable. She shook off the snow once she got inside, getting it everywhere. Harrumphing, she headed to aisle seven, grabbed the can that she needed and headed to the long line at the registers.
This was going to take forever. Carson groaned under her breath and rolled her eyes. She was so mad at herself. Her food that she had worked so hard to get right was going to get cold. Whatever. It was fine. It was all going to be fine.
She heard a warm voice behind her, “Hey there chickadee…”
Carson knew that voice. Turning around, Carson saw a tall, gorgeous, redhead wearing a perfectly tailored red pea coat. “Greta,” she whispered. Carson was in such a state of serendipitous shock that the can of cranberries slipped out of her hands and crashed to the floor.
It must have been the angle that the can hit the ground, or maybe it was just sheer dumb luck, but the moment the can hit the ground, it exploded everywhere. Greta and Carson both jumped back, just managing to save their boots from the cranberry onslaught.
“Oh my!” Greta exclaimed. “I know I cancelled our last date, but you don’t need to throw things at me,” she said, winking at Carson to let her know she was only joking. “Wait! Did you forget cranberries too?” she asked Carson.
Carson laughed, “Yeah, I guess I did.” She went on to explain, “I’m spending the holiday by myself this year, but I still wanted to treat myself to a real Christmas dinner.”
“And you forgot the cranberry sauce. That’s a shame,” Greta said, shaking her head.
“I know.” Carson agreed as realization dawned over her face. “Wait, you usually travel for the holidays, don’t you? What are you doing here?”
“Carson.” Greta said seriously. “Have you looked outside?”
“Oh yeah,” Carson said. “The snow.”
“Yeah. My work had me leaving later than usual this year. I was supposed to fly out tonight. And now with the snow, there are no flights getting out tonight. So, I’m here for Christmas.”
“Just you?” Carson asked.
“Just me,” Greta confirmed.
“You want to…maybe…come over for Christmas Eve dinner?”
“I thought you’d never ask, chickadee.”
Carson and Greta worked on making their way back to Carson’s apartment. About halfway there, Greta slipped on some black ice. Carson, acting on instinct grabbed Greta’s arms to keep her from falling on the pavement.
“Wow. Look at you being all chivalrous, Carson Shaw.”
Carson smiled back at her. “I got you,” she reassured her. From that moment on, Greta’s hand never left Carson’s. Carson’s wide smile was plastered on her face. Here was Greta, coming back to her apartment on Christmas Eve. How could she ever stop smiling?
By the time they got back to Carson’s apartment, Greta looked like a snow-kissed angel. Carson didn’t understand how that was possible when she looked like a drowned rat. Greta took off her coat and hat, hanging them by the hooks next to Carson’s front door. She stood there wearing a red sparkly sweater, black jeans, and her boots.
“Wow,” Carson said “You look stunning.”
Greta smiled at her. “You’re not so bad yourself, chickadee. I meant what I said last year. Even when you’re a hot mess, you’re really beautiful, you know that?”
Carson shook her head.
“You are. Just take it.”
Carson didn’t answer her. The moment lingered on. Then something snapped within Carson. She was done thinking. She just followed where her body led her. Christmas Eve dinner forgotten, she took both of Greta’s hands in hers, pushing her in the direction of Carson’s bedroom. They had barely crossed the threshold before Carson’s lips found Greta’s for the first time in over a year.
With a year’s worth of expectations in her mind, Carson was worried that kissing Greta would have been a disappointment. She was silly to worry about that. Greta’s lips on hers were magic. Carson lost herself in the moment. This is what kissing was supposed to feel like.
Greta pulled back just slightly from Carson. “I’ve been thinking about this for the last year,” she whispered throatily.
“Me too,” Carson said before leading Greta to her bed.
“Then, get your cute little ass over here,” Greta murmured, reaching out her hands to Carson’s hips and pulling Carson back down on top of her.
Carson moved her lips down Greta’s long, elegant neck. In response, Greta worked her hands through Carson’s tangled hair.
“Mmm...That feels so good, Carson.”
Greta's words were such a turn on to Carson. She locked eyes with Greta as she began to disrobe her. The black lace bra had been replaced with something a little more festive: red. A red lace bra. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Carson gasped.
A mischievous and flirty smile filled Greta’s face. “For the holidays…obviously.”
“Obviously it needs to come off,” Carson countered.
“Ohhh…” Greta purred. “I like you confident, Shaw.”
Carson smiled back at her and pulled her tee shirt over her head. She needed to feel as much of Greta’s skin on hers as possible.
It was electricity come to life. Feeling Greta’s skin on hers gave Carson goosebumps all over her body.
“You are so sexy,” Greta told her, running her hands over Carson’s stomach.
“So are you,” Carson told her. “And you’re all mine tonight.”
“I’m yours as long as you’ll have me” Greta whispered.
That stopped Carson in her tracks.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Really?” Carson was still in disbelief.
“Really really.” Greta reassured her.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all year,” Carson admitted.
“Me either.” Greta agreed.
Their conversation was interrupted by the chiming of the bells of a nearby church.
“Midnight,” Greta said, counting the chimes.
“Sure is.”
“Merry Christmas, Carson.” Greta whispered, tucking Carson’s hair behind her ear.
“Merry Christmas, Greta.”
Their lips found each other once again. Slowly, tenderly, the two women kissed, wrapped up in blankets, as the snow tumbled outside.
THE END