Cookie Crumbs

She quietly closed the door.  It took two readings of "The
Polar Express", one "Night before Christmas" and "The Fourth
Wise Man" to get the two wiggle worms to fall asleep. 
Threatening that Santa wouldn't come until they were asleep
didn't seem to do any good.

"Mark, They're asleep." She stage whispered down the hall. "I
need your help bringing down the rest of the gifts." She heard
him bound up the carpeted stairs, his long legs taking them
three at a time. She walked down the hall ahead of him into
their bedroom, where Santa's presents were waiting in their
closet. 

"Here. You take these, I've got these. One more trip should do
it." They quietly carried the beribboned booty back down the
stairs.
"I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus...." Rang low through the stereo
speakers as they placed the presents carefully around the tree. 

"You filled the stockings?"

"Mmhmm. Did you remember that present we hid in the office
closet? What possessed you to buy such a large one?"

She smiled at him. "Oh, stop being such a bah humbug." He
grinned back.

"One more job to do!" He said with a salacious look on his face.

"What's that?"

"Well, Santa needs to eat his milk and cookies." 

"Oh, Really?" she asked as he sat down in his recliner. She
took the plate off the mantel and straddled his lap.

"Which one would you like first?" her eyes twinkled
mischievously.

"That one." He pointed. He took a bite as she held it out for
him. "Oh, wow. These are awesome, Kit. You have got to make
these again next year."

She giggled as he dropped crumbs all down his front.


"Such a sloppy Santa. Do you need some help?"

With a twinkle in his eye, he answered, "Of course, are you
going to clean me up, Mrs. Claus?"

"Kitty Claus. I like the ring of that." 

Mark nearly snarfed. "My Kitty does not have claws. Come here..."

Mark pulled her down in front of the fire they'd built in the
fireplace. Some show the kids watched said that the fire needed
to be there, or Santa wouldn't come. Since it was on TV of
COURSE it had to be true, but the fire was welcome. Mark placed
the cookies on the hearth before leaning back and wrapping his
arm around Kit. He nuzzled her ear and murmured, "The kids are
asleep."

"Why Santa." She grinned as she leaned into his oncoming kiss.
Her fingers came up to his jaw, stroking the beard as his tongue
flickered against her cheek. She turned in his embrace, catching
his errant mouth then kissing him warmly. His hands fumbled
with the pearl buttons of her church blouse, feeling them move
lower and lower, until the shirt hung free around her. The bra
just as quickly unsnapped, and both fell to the floor. His
hands massaged her back up and down, until he leaned over her,
pressing her into the floor.

Mark broke off the kiss and reached for the cookies. Slowly, he
crumbled them along the center of her chest, watching them fall
against her glowing skin.

"Santa, you're getting messy again. You really must clean up
after yourself." She grinned at him. She watched him as his
head dipped down, licking up the crumbs slowly, his beard softly
rasping her skin. "Mmmmm, yes. Now, don't miss any." He looked
back up at her, his eyes twinkling in the firelight, and made a
show of licking very carefully between her breasts catching each
small crumb.

"Sorry-no milk there for the cookies. You'll just have to get a
glass." She grinned back. He answered her by nipping her
engorged nipple.

"Tease." She sighed. "Is this my Christmas present?"

"Oh, no, it's mine." He licked another line up to the tip of
her breast catching the last of the cookies.

"While I love all this attention, this really isn't very
comfortable, sweetheart." She said wriggling against the carpet. 

"Hold that thought," as he got up and strode quickly to the
couch, removing the shams and the afghan they kept there for
chilly nights. 

Gently, he lifted her head up and put the pillow under her. 
The crumbs were gone, and she turned to her side. He laid down
beside her, pulling her naked back against his chest, then
wrapping the blanket around the both of them.

"I love you," he murmured as they watched the fire. She pulled
his arm tighter around herself in response.

"The fire is nice. It's almost hypnotic." She said. "I could
almost sleep here, if the floor wasn't so hard." She added. 

"I was thinking the same thing." They listened to the crackle
of the fire, his hands gently caressing her abdomen and the
undersides of her breasts. She took his hand and brought it to
her lips, kissing it softly before returning it to its
wanderings.

"Lets put the air mattress down here next year. After the kids
go to bed, we'll put it up, and sleep in front of the fire...a
new
Christmas tradition."

"Will I be able to eat the cookies in bed?" he squeezed her.

"No crumbs in my bed!" she grinned, turning in his arms and
kissing his jaw.

"Actually, that would be nice...then I wouldn't have to drag you
upstairs to give you your Christmas present, since you require
more comfort than the floor. You know, now that I think about
it, it would probably be safer too, with the fire and all."

She nodded sleepily against him, "The kids are going to be up
at the break of dawn." 

He sighed, then stood up and placed the grate in front of the
fireplace.

"Did you put out Santa's Letter?" she asked.

"Yep, right on the cookie plate, properly covered in cookie
crumbs." He paused. "I'll race you upstairs...and whoever wins
has
to give the other their Christmas present tonight." He smirked.

"Oh, no. You promised me." She giggled, tossing the pillows for
him to put up as she raced him up the stairs.