Happy Hoidays, everyone! Just a short SuFin christmas story, no smut (But I was tempted...) because I wrote this at school. Hope you enjoy kinky Finland!
The house was dark when I arrived home from work. Little snow flurries swirled around in the cold winter air, blurring my sight and sticking to my glasses. I quickly made my way to the front door, leaving giant footprints in the thin layer of snow that gathered on the ground. I jiggled the doorknob, but it was locked securely. He must be out with Norway or Iceland, I guessed, glancing at Finland's car parked in the driveway next to my own, gathering flurries on the hood and windshield. I reached into my coat pocket, pulled out my house keys, and unlocked the front door, unaware of what lie in wait on the other side.
I stomped clinging bits of white snow off my boots, then removed them along with my coat. "H'llo?" I called out, "'nybody 'home?" When there was no answer, as I'd expected, I moved on into the kitchen and flicked the light switch. Instead of the bright glare of a ceiling lamp, tons of tiny Christmas lights began to twinkle. The surprise confused me, but I merely laughed it off and continued making my way towards the refrigerator. Before I reached the contraption, something on the counter caught my eye. A generous helping of my favorite dish, Kottbullar, sat illuminated in the dim but colorful lighting. My stomach growled at the sight and smell of the Swedish meatballs, but something told me to continue exploring the house.
In the next room-the living room-I flipped on the lights, half-expecting more blinking Christmas lights like in the kitchen. Of course, the room stayed dark, but I could soon make out the introductory music to the song "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause" playing from Finland's stereo, which I often heard blasting music from the bands Lordi or Nightwish when I got home.
In the far corner of the room, out fir tree sat with little white lights twinkling around in its branches. Fin and I usually decorated it on Christmas Eve before he left to deliver presents. A bit of movement on the other side of the unornamented tree caught my eye, and out from behind the decoration stepped the sexiest man I'd ever seen.
Finland stood in that one spot, blinking his violet doe-eyes at me in the most seductive way one could possibly open and close their eyelids. He wore a pair of dark leather high-heeled boots, leaving his pale milky thighs barely topped by the fluffy white trim of a skimpy Santa costume. I allowed my widening eyes to move higher up the gorgeous man's body, past curvy, girlish hips, over bare shoulders and collar bone, meeting Finland's eyes with a light blush.
I was unable to speak as he slowly walked past me, bending down to lift a cardboard box labeled "X-Mas" off the floor.
"Moi, Sve~," He cooed, "Do you want to help me decorate the Christmas tree?"
"I c'uld help ya with a l't of th'ngs," I purred, shaking myself out of my stunned trance. I carefully took the box from Finland's gloved hands and returning it to its original spot on the floor. I I snaked my hands around the Finn's unusually feminine waist, leaning my face in closer to his. Finland laughed, draping his slender arms over my shoulders. The tree could wait.