Eventually deep in the night she woke up. They still lay on top of the sheets and it was getting colder even though they were still intertwined. Her stirring woke him up and they shared a kiss. Then they crawled under the covers and went back to sleep.
In the morning Barbara felt his fingers caress her side.
She opened up her eyes and turned to him.
"Good morning, Havers." he whimsically smiled.
"Morning, Sir." she mumbled still half asleep.
He came closer and kissed her.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Like I haven't in a long time."
She kissed him.
"I want to rock you to sleep again, Barbara."
"Won't they miss us at breakfast?"
"No. We didn't close the door, I think everybody is briefed now."
"Oh, bloody shit!" Barbara cursed.
Thomas laughed.
"I've closed it now, so we can make some noise again."
"Thomas!" Barbara blushed deeply. She suddenly was aware of his naked body touching hers.
He pulled her hips against his recent arousal. Breakfast was forgotten. An erotic hour later they woke up again.
"Let them miss us at lunch." he suggested flippantly.
"Oh no, I'm really hungry now, let's get up and face the family."
He sighed and tenderly kissed her.
"Alright then. By the way – merry christmas."
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Sorry, but this is what comes to my mind when my boy is not at home on Christmas Day's evening and I stare into the fire alone. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and will now go and unwrap my gift. ;-D