Maisse made her excuses to everyone after dinner and hurried to the stairs, slipping her black heels off as she walked. She was anxious to get to get to her room. I wonder what time he'll be here, she felt a tingle run through her body and focus between her legs. She was anxious to see if her boyfriend was waiting in her room as he had the night before. Her black dress swirled around her as she took each step quickly.

'Charlie!' she almost scream when she saw him on her bed, just lying there, on his side, waiting for her to come in. 'What are you doing here?' she'd whispered excitedly running to the bed.

He smiled seductively, 'I couldn't wait any longer to see you,' he laughed, 'Told mum I had to work for a few hours.'

They didn't get a lot of sleep last night, but that was fine with her. She loved every minute she could be with him. Last night, they talked more than anything. She told him about her mother and their conversation. Maisse's mother was a therapist - a pensive therapist. So, when they'd talked yesterday about Charlie and all that had transpired over the past few months, she was able to show her mother everything - almost everything. A few things she kept private. But, when they were done, he mother had now doubt how much Maisse love Charlie. Maisse knew Charlie was still concerned about what her parents thought, but he'd find out on Christmas day she thought.

Charlie apparated back to London in the early morning hours while she was still asleep. He left her a gift on the end of her bed. As she walked up the stairs, she instinctively rubbed her hip, feeling the very tiny, very lacy panties and clips of the garter under her dress. Her gift from her boyfriend.

Halfway up the stairs, she heard her sister giggle and Maisse looked back. She didn't spot her sister initially but saw Luna Lovegood looking up at Professor Winterberry under some mistletoe, which seems to be everywhere. It wasn't until she started back up the stairs that she saw Lucy had Alex MacCrimmon cornered. Seems she's found a way to deal with her boredom, Maisse mused and continued to her room, poor Alex.

Maisse's shoulders dropped when she entered her room. Charlie was not there. She rummaged quickly through her drawers searching for something sexy to wear. She settled on a black shear nightie with spaghetti straps. Nightie in hand, she went to the en suite bathroom to change. She wanted to be changed by the time he did arrive.

Maisse quickly washed her face and locked the door on the other side of the bathroom, the door to her sister Lucy's room, before getting undressed. Damn necklace, she thought as she fumbled with the clasp. She was trying to hurry, she was tense. Then, out of nowhere, she caught a wiff of something that made her instantly relax, the combination of cedar, vanilla and jasmine. A smell that was uniquely Charlie.

Maisse froze and looked up in the mirror to find him standing behind her in his typical jeans and layered t-shirts, dragon hide think band on his wrist, wavy red hair tucked behind one ear. Maisse's mouth dropped slightly, he is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. She watched their reflection as he held her hands on the diamond choker around her neck.

"Leave that on," he breathed in her ear, gently taking her hands from her neck and sliding them to her sides. He spoke not another word, but watched their reflection in the mirror. He slowly unzipped her dress.

Maisse quivered at his touch, her breathing heavier, eager with anticipation.

He untied the back of her halter, kissing her neck, his moves were very deliberate, his eyes still on her in the mirror. Instead of letting her dress fall, he placed his calloused hands on her sides and slide the dress down; kissing and licking her back as he her took her dress to the floor. His fingers gently grazed her stocking'd legs as he moved back up her body.

A shiver went down Maisse's spine, a soft moan from her throat. She stood completely naked expect for her panties, garter and stockings; perfectly still, staring in the mirror watching him touch her. She felt vulnerable being naked with him still fully clothed. The feeling excited her.

Charlie removed the combs holding her hair and let it tumble down her back, over her breasts; nipples erect. "I want to see all of you," he whispered as he gently he moved her hair so it was all behind her, and reached around her to rub her breasts, explore her body, tease her nipples with his fingers; watch her reaction in the mirror.

"Oh, Charlie," She moaned mesmerized by their reflection in the tongue found her ear and began licking, sucking, one hand left her breast and slide, palm side slowly down her stomach into her black panties and pinched and pulled gently on her clit. His light brown eyes, filled with lust, locked on Maisse's reflection.

Maisse leaned back into Charlie's broad chest, and reached her hand up, entwining her fingers in his hair, pulling. She couldn't close her eyes, she wanted to watch him touch her, lick her, fuck her right there. She could feel him bulging in his jeans rubbing against her ass. She reached around and swiftly unbuttoned, unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock, stroking frantically.

Charlie groaned, slipped his finger into her dripping, swollen, pussy; the rhythm of his finger matching her hand on his cock. Suddenly, his head snapped up, looking over her shoulder as if he heard something from the other door. He moved quickly, swept Maisse up into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom, to her bed, deftly avoiding the furniture in her sitting area.

In flash, faster then she'd ever seen, Charlie was undressed, on hands and knees, on top of her. He bent down to kiss her, devouring her mouth. Before she realized it, Charlie'd moved off of her and was quickly unsnapping her garter, pulling at her panties. Maisse reached for his cock but he grabbed her hand, shaking his head to stop her, she moaned in protest, but he didn't release her hand. Charlie smiled, rubbing his hand down her legs, moved his body between them.

Without warning, Charlie thrust Maisse's legs up at the knees into her chest and buried his face between them, his tongue licking and swirling, his mouth sucking on her.

Maisse gasped with pleasure, she couldn't move, speak and could barely breathe. She was so aroused, every part of her body tingled with pleasure; sex had never been like this with Charlie. She felt her muscles tighten, preparing for an orgasm, but just before she could climax Charlie stopped and looked at her, his face wet.

"Oh ... no... don't" Maisse breathed, begged him to continue.

Charlie just looked at her, mouth slightly open, eyes filled with desire; his hands still pressing her knees to her chest. He slid his body up and thrust his cock fully inside her. Both lovers groaned in pleasure. Charlie pushed himself into her, deeper, faster. Again and again. Maisse was so close to orgasm that she couldn't move, she wanted to grab Charlie's hair, his ass, touch his chest, but she couldn't move, she could just feel. Charlie, still pumping her, released one leg and rubbed her clit between his fingers.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH!" Maisse almost screamed, but Charlie cover her mouth with his so she was moaning, screaming into him as he took her places she didn't know she could go, felt things she didn't know possible.

Charlie rolled off of her, gasping for breathe as he pulled Maisse to into him, her head resting on his chest.

"Where," she breathed heavily, "Did that come from?" completely out of breath.

Charlie laughed, "Your little black dress."---Maisse and Charlie curled into each others arms, lay whispering to each other under a sheet. Their bodies completely entwined.

"So, what time will you be here on Tuesday," Maisse wondered, rubbing his back.

"I think between 9 and 10am. It'll be a long day for Rory," he noted thoughtfully.

"It will," Maisse agreed, "But he'll get two Christmas'!"

"Maisse," Charlie spoke more intently, "You're sure all of this is ok? I've never met your parents, and here I am, with a ring on your finger, coming for Christmas with a baby in tow, you're sure about this? Because I can -"

Maisse put her finger to his lips to quiet him, "Yes, Charlie. As I've told you, my mother knows everything. She's very excited to have a little one in the house for Christmas. She's already gone shopping for the two of you. As for the ring, well, we still have some things to figure out, but she said you could stay in my room while you are here and Rory can stay with us, or in the nursery with Friskby."

"And you father?" he questioned, still obviously unsure.

"Our mother will deal with him," a voice came from across the room, "He's a push over when it comes to mom." Both Charlie and Maisse jumped, pulling the sheet further up over them.

"LUCY!" Maisse yelled at her sister, "Get out of here."

Lucy was still dressed in her cocktail dress from dinner, only no shoes. She didn't listen but walked across the room and hopped on the end of the bed, sitting crossed leg, "Next time sis, put a silencing charm on the bathroom door," Maisse blushed and Lucy turned to Charlie, "So you're Charlie, the man who finally got my sister," she cleared her throat, "to loosen up. I'm Lucy."

"Nice to meet you Lucy," he seemed completely at ease and amused, "I'd shake your hand, but you've caught me bit off guard."

"So, you're a Dragon tamer, huh?" She cocked her head and looked him up and down, apparently approving of what she saw, "Is it true, what they say? About the whips?" she looked around the room, "I don't see any."

"Lucy!" Maisse was utterly mortified, "What are you doing here?"

"I was bored. Alex went to bed ... alone," she sighed., "Seems everyone is getting some tonight but me."

"Alex MacCrimmon?" Charlie was surprised, "He's here?"

"Do you know him?" Lucy brightened up? "Isn't he just positively scrumptious!"

Charlie laughed, "I don't know about that, but yes, I know him. Are you two..."

"Dating," now it was Lucy's turn to laugh, "Merlin, no! He was one of my professors, but I wouldn't mind knowing him," she raised an eyebrow, "in a carnal way, ya know, like you two do. So, Charlie, do you know what he likes? Because this, "she gestured to her dress, "didn't seem to work."

Maisse was silent as Charlie and Lucy continued their conversation about Alex as if it were any other day, like two of the three people in the room weren't laying in each others arms, completely naked. No shame, no inhibitions, Maisse rolled her eyes at the thought. Finally, she'd had enough.

"Lucy, it is time for you to go now," she ordered, "I'd like some time alone with my boyfriend, and you are interrupting." She added the last part because she knew it would get through to her.

Lucy stood at the bathroom door and looked back at Charlie and grinned, "Maybe I'll get lucky tomorrow and won't need to stop in for a chat! Nice to meet you!" Before Maisse could say anything Lucy was gone, closing the door behind her. Charlie just laughed.

Charlie looked down at Maisse, eyebrows raised, an amused smile on his face.

"Yes," Maisse answered his look, "THAT is Lucy."

"That's not what I'm thinking," he crooned as he picked up his wand and pointed it at the two doors, "She's interrupting?"

"What did you just do?" Maisse furrowed her brow.

"Silencing Charm," Charlie tried unsuccessfully to sound innocent.

Maisse giggled and Charlie pull her on top of him and kissed her.

"Is that mistletoe?" Charlie asked between kisses, "on the chandelier?"

Maisse looked up and sighed, "Lucy."

Charlie laughed, "I like your sister."

Neither got a lot of sleep that night.