Hey! Thank you so much, all of you, for such the great response I received on the first chapter of this story. I'm so happy that you guys seem to be enjoying it so far, it really means a lot.

Without further ado, here is the second chapter!

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Number Two:

Get Naked Too: There's a good chance that your guy has never feasted his eyes on your completely bare bod for more than a few seconds. Maybe it's because you undress quickly in a passion frenzy or your bodies are too close for him to really take you in. But letting him stare at you in the buff is a surefire libido trigger.

Gabriella hummed along with the Christmas songs on her iPod as she continued to make more Christmas preparations. Thanksgiving had come and gone, surprisingly fast, and now she was ready to get out the rest of her decorations and do up the apartment. She continued moving around the living room, straightening and tidying, putting away items that would be displaced by her yuletide knick-knacks, meanwhile pulling out the items that would replace them.

She'd held off on full Christmas decorating. If she had it her way every crook and cranny in this apartment would be decorated the day after Thanksgiving, but she tried to ease up this year for Troy's sake. He continued to stress over the approaching holiday, and came back every day grumbling about it all.

She hoped he would come home today a little more relaxed than other days. He had told her work was slowing up for the holiday season already, which should help. He still refused her assistance on Christmas shopping for his family, which she found endearing. Poor Troy, she thought with a smile. He was facing Christmas like he did any other crisis: with his jaw set and his shoulder squared, and just a little fear of failure lurking behind the façade, but never coming out too fully show itself.

When the timer dinged, Gabriella went into the kitchen to check on dinner. She'd made pot roast, one of Troy's favorites. She glanced at the clock before tending to the roast beef; everything should be ready about fifteen minutes after he returned home, which would give him a little bit of time to sit back and relax before dinner. She had plans for him after dinner, but she was taking one thing at a time.

The shutting of the door alerted her to his presence.

"Hi, sweetie." She called when she heard him come in.

"Turn it off, please. Make it stop."

She turned around and left the kitchen to find him leaning against the front door, looking as though he'd been through hell. "What's wrong, Troy?"

"Nothing, just… turn off the music, please. I have been.. assaulted by Christmas songs for the last three weeks, at least. It's in the stores; it's in the taxis. I swear, I can't stand it. Please, Brie, if you love me, for God's sake turn off the music."

With a laugh, she did. Then came over to help him out of his coat since he looked to tried to do it himself. "Oh, sweetheart, you really need to relax. Christmas songs are supposed to make you feel good."

"I've been hearing Christmas music since before Halloween, it feels like." He dropped onto the couch and put his head in his hands. When he looked back up, a horrified expression crossed over his face. "Oh, Brie, no. Please."

"What?" she looked over at the boxes of decorations stacked and unopened in the corner.

"It's still November. I don't mind the little things you leave out all the time but, I swear, if you put up another decoration before December 1st I think I may have a breakdown."

"Oh." She was silent for a minute. "Couldn't find anything for your Mom, hmm?"

"No." he slumped back against the couch. "Or Dad. I'll be reduced to giving Gift Cards. I hate that. It's like we're just exchanging money."

"Troy, relax. You have plenty of time. Like you said, it's not even December yet." Replied Gabriella; coming behind him to rub her hand over his tensed neck and shoulders.

"But it will be. Before I know it, it will be ten days before Christmas and I'll still have nothing for anyone." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to take everything out on you. I know I've been a little stressed. But please, I just need somewhere to be a little Christmas free until at least December. Just a few days. That is all I ask."

"Hey." Gabriella leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Relax, really. Go get changed, and we'll have dinner. Then you can relax and watch the game or something, whatever you wanna do."

"What will you do?" he glanced behind him, at her, a little suspicious.

"I'm sure I'll find something to keep me occupied." She said with a wink.

About an hour later, after dinner was over, Troy felt a little better. He also felt guilty about snapping at Gabriella when he came in. It wasn't her fault that Christmas bothered him, and tended to stress him out to no end. One of the things he loved about her, he had to admit, was how in love she was with the holidays, especially Christmas. She threw herself into the spirit of every holiday; at Halloween, he'd almost tripped over all of the pumpkins she had placed around the outside of their apartment. The couch had been buried under pink colored, heart pillows, the previous February. He'd actually worried that she might want an actual rabbit come Easter.

He'd apologize, he told himself as he kicked off his shoes in the bedroom. He would grab a quick shower, go help Brie with the rest of the dinner clean-up, even though she'd shooed him away and then he would apologize. After that, he'd get a bottle of wine and they could lounge on the couch with an old movie. He could watch recaps of the game on ESPN tomorrow. Gabriella was more than worth it.

He stared at himself in the mirror, before turning and getting in the shower.

Twenty minutes later, Troy stepped out of the shower, blindly grabbing for the white towel he knew Brie always kept on the rack, to the right of the shower. He stepped out, wrapping the towel around his waist.

Troy quickly dried off, ready to settle down for the evening. He stepped out into the connecting bedroom, the towel around his waist. Shaking his head, to get the excess water off his scalp, he looked up to see Gabriella reclined on the bed in a sexy green teddy, red stilettos and a Santa hat, with a mischievous smile crossing her lips.

As Troy stood there, Gabriella held back a pleased laugh. She grinned at him and picked up the length of red garland next to her and began running it through her petite hands. "Everything okay?"

It took Troy a minute to answer. "Yeah, fine. I'm just a little surprised is all."

She laughed. "That was part of the plan. I'm glad it worked."

"So what's the rest of the plan?" Troy gripped the towel a little tighter. "I thought maybe some wine and a movie?"

"That's a good plan." She nodded. "But, I had something a little more Christmas-y in mind."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Oh, yes. Come here." She patted the bed next to her.

He walked over and lay down. "I like your outfit, just so you know."

"Even though it's not December yet?"

"Brie, you could wear that any time of the year and I wouldn't complain."

"Because," she continued as though she didn't hear him, "I could change and –"

"No, no, no, no. I like it. I love it. It's totally fine." Troy turned towards her on the bed, the towel slipping down a bit. He put his hand on her leg and moved it in strokes, up and down. "Anyway, what's this plan"?

"It involved Christmas decorations." She toyed with the garland.

Troy couldn't help but groan. "You want to put up lights, don't you?" He sighed. "Okay, okay. I'll help. It's the least I can do after dinner and everything." He took one of her hands and brought it to his lips. "I'm sorry I snapped earlier. I'm stressed, but that's no reason to take it out on you." He pressed a kiss to the center of her palm.

"It's okay." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I think I have a way that will let you make it up to me and allow you to relax at the same time."

"You have amazing organizational skills, you know that?"

This time her laugh was low and husky. "We'll see. Now, lay on your back."

Troy did as he was told, and the towel still covered him at the waist, although it wasn't hiding anything. The longer he looked at Gabriella in the teddy, which showed off her cleavage and amazing legs, the harder he got.

"Ready?" she asked.

"You bet."

"Okay, first, let me get the lights." Gabriella got up from the bed and turned off the overhead light, then stepped to the dresser and turned on two fiber optic Christmas tress she'd put there earlier in the day. They shimmered to life and cast a soft glow over the room; dots of red, green, blue & yellow shimmered across the walls and the ceiling.

Troy propped himself up on his elbows. "I have to say, I never thought of those as any kind of mood lighting."

"See, you just need to start thinking of Christmas stuff in a new way."

She sauntered over to the bed, and Troy laid back on the mattress grinning at the view as she leaned over him. "Nice."

"Glad you like it. Give me your hand."

He held up a hand and she took it in hers. With her eyes fixed on his, she slipped one finger after another into her mouth. Her tongue ran around the pad at the top of each finger before she took it between her lips and sucked on it with just enough pressure to make him groan. When she finished, she placed his hand above his head.

"Next one. And leave that one where it is."

Troy obeyed and she repeated the procedure on the other hand, laughing low in her throat as he squirmed on the bed and closed his eyes. A quick glance at the towel confirmed she was having the desired effect. His cock twitched and she was tempted to take him in her hands, but she'd wait a little.

"Brie," he murmured, "I don't know what you're doing, but I like it."

"I hope so." She bit down gently on his index finger then soothed it with her tongue before placing that hand next to the other on the pillow.

"Now what?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Now, I really don't think you need that towel anymore, do you?" she murmured, taking the towel and tossing it to the side. "Much better."

"What exactly are you gonna do?"

"Relax, Troy. This is all about sharing and learning how to enjoy the Christmas spirit."

Gabriella backed away from the bed, causing Troy to lean up, once again on his elbows to view her.

She smirked a feline smile, before pulling the white fur trim around the bottom of her green teddy upward, pulling the outfit up and off her body, tossing it gently on the floor beside her. Allowing Troy to fully take in her nude body, still accompanied with the red stilettos and Santa hat.

"I could get into this spirit." Troy said, huskily.

Gabriella swayed her hips, as she slowly walked back to the bed. She leaned down on top of Troy again, forcing him backward. She drew her nails over his chest, caressing his abs, and he hissed out a breath. With a smile, she pressed her naked breasts against his chest and ran her hands over his shoulder, meanwhile kissing him.

Troy tunneled his fingers in her hair and held her in place, trying to take control of the kiss. "I thought I told you to keep your hands here." She said strictly, as she grabbed his wrists and put them back where she wanted them. "No need to rush things."

"I like rushing."

She laughed. "Maybe later." She sat up, picking up the garland that lay beside them.

"What are you going to do with that"?

"Not sure yet. I'm sure something will come to me." Gabriella rubbed the end of the red tinsel over her lips, and then drug it over his chest. She watched as he tensed in response. She drew the garland lower, over his abdomen, and then around his cock. He thrust his hips up a little and reached for her.

"Okay. I have one idea." Gabriella took his hands and replaced them again, but this time wound the garland around his wrists.

He tugged at it; there was give, but he decided not to test it and grinned. "I like that idea. Now what?"

"Well, I do have this bottle of hot chocolate body powder. We could give it a try?" she suggested slyly.

"Where the hell did that come from?" he asked.

"Does it matter?" she smiled as she opened the bottle and sprinkled some of the powder on his chest.

"No."

Gabriella nuzzled his neck and dropped warm, wet kisses on his defined chest. She slicked her tongue over his nipples and he grunted in approval. The powder tasted salty and sweet as she licked it off his skin. His breathing was even but she could feel him tense and relax as she moved over him.

She put a little of the powder on her hands and rubbed them together. He watched her with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, and let out a groan when she wrapped her hands around his, now, throbbing member. She stroked him for a moment, savoring the hard, hot feel of him, and then moved in between his legs. As she cupped his balls, she leaned down and licked his shaft from top to bottom.

"Oh, wow. That's fantastic, Brie." He groaned as she swirled her tongue around him, licking off every bit of the chocolate before she took him in her mouth.

Gabriella listened to his reactions, pleased and excited. She liked taking control every so often, and had surprised herself with the ideas she'd had for using the Christmas items, at hand. Remembering the garland, she leaned away from his dick, leaning up and untying it from his wrist. With a smirk she went back down; surrounding his cock with her warm mouth. She ran the garland over his skin, while she continued to move her mouth up and down his dick. He gasped and jerked beneath her.

She teased him, alternating slow, wet suction with quick flicks of the tongue over his shaft and sac. Aroused by his reactions, she reached a hand down between her own legs and stroked herself; she was slick and anxious to cum.

"I'm close." He growled.

"Good, me too." She whispered.

She rose up on her knees, swinging her legs over his body, straddling him. Troy grabbed her hips before she could lower herself onto him.

"I want to try some of the chocolate." He said with a wink.

She nodded and rubbed some onto her breasts and nipples. Troy licked his lips and she leaned forwards. He wasted no time with teasing; he sucked on one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and finger. He moved his mouth to the other breast and put a hand between her legs; she bit her lip as he plunged a finger inside and a small orgasm rolled through her.

Gabriella sat back, moving Troy's hand from between her legs, eliciting a small groan of disappointment from the both of them. She grasped his cock, and guided it inside her, sighing in relief as he filled her.

She rocked her hips and he met her movements, holding her hips as he thrust up against her. When they had a rhythm going, he reached for the chocolate container and dipped a finger inside. He rubbed his finger on her lips and then grabbing the abandoned garland, looped it around the back of her neck, urging her forward.

Gabriella leaned forward, bracing herself on her arms. He ran his tongue over her lips and groaned as he opened his mouth. The bittersweet taste of the chocolate tantalized him and he tightened his grip on the garland so she couldn't get away. He drove himself into her, craving the feel of her wet heat around him, wanting to feel her shake and shiver on top of him.

Her breath came in short gasps and he released the garland, freeing his hands to knead her breasts. He thrust harder and faster, pressing bruising kisses to her lips and he tweaked her nipples and urged her into her climax.

Gabriella dropped her head and gave in. She cried out as her body tensed and then exploded. Her hands clenched at the sheets and she gasped out his name as Troy continued to move inside her. It wasn't long before he came, too, smashing his lips to hers as he held her in place, refusing to leave her warmth any sooner than he had to.

She collapsed on top of him, needing a few minutes before she had the energy to shift to the side. The lights from the little Christmas trees twinkled on the walls as she rested next to Troy. She watched the play of the colors over the walls for a few minutes before turning to him and looking up at his face. His eyes were closed and his lips quirked up in a sated half-smile.

She poked him. "What are you thinking about, handsome?"

"I was thinking about you in the green teddy."

"Did you like it?"

"Oh, yeah. It was like Christmas came early." He grinned.

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