A/N: Just in time for the holidays, a self-indulgent series about my faves engaging in a little self indulgence! It's my present to myself, but I hope some of you will enjoy it as well. All solo stories, all featuring tights and/or fuzzy/cozy clothes (both favorite fetishes of mine I haven't really explored in my other fics), all lighter than my usual fare, mostly vaguely holiday themed, written while listening to classical Christmas music. Paige is first! Enjoy!

It had been a lovely little Christmas party. Paige worried it wouldn't be – it was, after all, the sort of thing that called for nice clothes and a bottle of wine for the host, things that generally meant awkwardness in Paige's world. But she'd ended up nearly one of the last to leave, and as late as it was, she was still wide awake, head buzzing with the sort of glowing feeling that comes from easy conversation and friends new and old.

As Paige glanced at her reflection in her bedroom mirror, she had to admit, she looked pretty great. She'd gone with a simple black cocktail dress and black heels – a classic look for a reason, certainly. Though not the most comfortable one after several hours standing around talking. She sighed loudly once she kicked her shoes off. Sweet blissful relief. That tight dress and itchy bra were the next to go. They weren't as bad as the shoes, but at this point it still felt incredible to be finally free of them.

All that was left now was Paige's tights, but she didn't want to take those off just yet. They were black fishnets, of course – Paige was still going to be herself, even at a fancy Christmas party. The mesh was very fine and soft and felt so good against her skin, especially with nothing else underneath. Paige liked the texture of them so much that she kept having to resist the urge to touch her legs at the party. Well, now she didn't have to.

She put on her favorite hoodie, zipped it up, and smiled. It was her favorite for a reason. The softness felt so nice against her skin, she felt tingly. After such a good night, it made her feel even better to be so cozy. She snuggled her arms into the hoodie's kangaroo pocket as she walked to her sofa. She lay down and started to flip through the channels on her TV. Nothing really interesting was on, as one might expect this late on a Saturday. Finally, she settled on a documentary about UFOs, mostly because the narrator had a soothing voice and the music was kind of cool. She thought she might have seen it before.

Paige's hands drifted to her thighs, and she started to play with her tights. The feeling of the mesh rubbing against her thighs sent little sparkles through Paige's nerves – she couldn't get enough of it. The more she did it, the better it felt, and soon she was hardly paying attention to the TV at all. She was feeling warmer inside by the second, and her nerves were getting more and more sensitive.

Her hands moved higher up her thighs. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs now, and she started to become more aware of the softness of her hoodie against her skin – it felt so wonderfully tingly. When she moved just right, her nipples brushed against the fleece, which shot a lovely little spark of sensation through her and she couldn't help but moan.

Paige teased herself like this for a little while longer, until she felt so sensitive and turned on she could hardly stand it. Then, she ran her fingertip lightly over her clit through her tights and let out a long, shuddering, needy moan. She wanted so much more. Still, she drew this out longer, only rubbing herself lightly through the mesh, loving the way its texture felt against her most sensitive spot. Gradually, she rubbed harder, pulling the tights tighter against her with her other hand, and she moaned increasingly louder, lower and throatier, feeling all of the delicious tension building inside her.

Soon, all the tension inside Paige reached a fever pitch, and soon it all came shaking out of her, glittering the most exquisite sensations straight to her brain, nearly making her scream at how intense and wonderful it all felt. Wave after wave crashed through her, softer each time, until it finally subsided, leaving a cloud of fuzzy bliss in its wake. She curled up on her side and hugged her knees into her chest and giggled just a little bit at how happy she felt.