Summary:
Rhonda has a Christmas wish that she makes to Santa.
For the Letters to Santa challenge!
Little spoiler for a conversation in 5.04 but not for the episode itself in any way.
All Rhonda Wants For Xmas
Dean felt the slight tug of his jacket as the waitress in the diner bumped him on his way by her to the restrooms and slipped something inside its pocket with a skill that even he would have been proud of.
Ducking to get by the low hanging Christmas decorations in the little corridor leading to the toilets he slipped inside the door and into one of the cubicles, sitting down on the lid and pulling the items from his pocket. There was a letter and a small packet.
He opened the letter first.
Dear Santa
I have been a very good girl this year so I wondered if it was alright to ask you for a very special present tomorrow? I've even sent you my own wrapping for it. I think you'll know what I'm asking for, you are Santa after all.
It's all I want for Xmas.
Rhonda Hurley x
Dean chuckled as he opened the packet and held up the contents. "Kinky. Good girl my ass." He took a pen from inside his jacket and turned the letter over.
Dear Rhonda
I'm not sure that you have been a good girl like you say but even naughty girls deserve to have at least one thing to unwrap on Xmas day. I've got a good idea what you want, not sure the wrapping is big enough, that doesn't mean I won't give it my best shot at fitting it in for you.
Wishing you a pleasure filled Xmas.
Santa.
He brushed by her on the way out, slipping the letter in her pocket. She smiled as she read it and watched as he got in the car, grinned at her and pulled away.
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Rhonda laughed at the Santa hat that hung lopsidedly off his head as she opened her door to him. "Aren't you suppose to come down the chimney?" she asked him as she stepped back enough to let him in.
He eyed her sheer top and the short skirt. "Aren't you suppose to be a good girl?"
"Hey honey, I'm always good." Suggestion dripped from her words and he moved closer.
"Can't argue with that," Dean grinned at her as he pulled her into his arms.
"So did you wrap my present or what?" A little blush coloured his cheeks and she knew she had her answer. "Let's see then."
Shaking his head he pulled at the waistband of his jeans and flashed her a little pink satin and black lace, laughing embarrassedly as she clapped her hands and squeaked. "That is the best Xmas present ever. How do they feel?"
Dean thought for a moment. "I'm going to go with snug, very snug," he said as he kissed her neck, feeling the vibrations of the laughter that bubbled through her.
"So when do I get to unwrap you...er my present?" Sliding her arms round him she let him back her up through the bedroom door of the small apartment that she lived in.
"Soon. Need to get rid of the delivery packaging first." Dean kicked the door shut behind them and shrugged his jacket off, stepping back to let her pull his t-shirt over his head. He lent in for another kiss. "Besides, I kinda like the feel of them," he offered, blushing fully now as he realised what he had just admitted. "I swear I will deny saying that or doing this until my dying day," he sighed as she dissolved into giggles against him.
"You are so hot for doing this for me." She slid her hands up his chest and delighted in the shivers that ran through him.
"It's kinda hot that you asked me to." Sliding her top off he noted the pink satin, black lace bra underneath, a little thought crossing his mind as he did. "So if I'm wearing these and they match that….what have you got on?"
She whispered in his ear and it was his turn to laugh softly.
"Oh you so shouldn't be getting a present from Santa, 'cos that there? That's just naughty," he chided in a delighted voice.
"That's Santa's present to you." She looped her arms round his neck and smiled sweetly at him.
"Remind me to thank him, never did like lots of wrapping." He freed her from the rest of hers before he slid his jeans down and off.
"Oh my God!" Her eyes widen and she snorted a giggle at the sight in front of her. "You so weren't kidding when you said they were snug." Reaching out Rhonda ran an appreciative hand over his pink satin covered backside, drinking him in with her eyes....until she got to his feet.
Laughing she pointed at his socks that Sam had given him that morning and insisted that he wear that day. "Ok lover boy, loose the reindeer socks, I ain't traumatising Rudolf……but you can keep the hat on……," she grinned widely, "….'cos I think I want to thank Santa personally for my present this year."