Chapter 4: Christmas Songs

Tom walked in through the front door, gently tapping the clumped snow off his shoes so as not to get reprimanded for traipsing snow all around the house. He shut the front door, leant against it and removed his shoes, just to be sure that Sybil wouldn't tell him off. It was only now that he noticed that there was music blasting out of the speakers in the kitchen and that Sybil was singing along to it as loudly as she could. Surprisingly though, she was still in tune. Just as Last Christmas finished, All I Want for Christmas is You began and Sybil really put everything she had into it.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need.
I don't care about the presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree.
I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas is you!"

Tom wandered through the house until he was at the kitchen door. Sybil was tidying things up and wiping down surfaces, and getting into the Christmas spirit, despite the fact that Christmas day had been and gone. Sybil was a self-confessed Christmas fanatic, so she held on to the Christmas spirit for as long as possible. Tom leant against the doorframe and just watched her. He knew then that he had fallen in love with her because she was absolutely perfect. She was opinionated and strong minded. But she was still human; she cried when things got to her, she got angry when she was faced with narrow-minded people who didn't understand the value of life and she laughed when she found something funny. He also loved her figure. He loved the fact that she had hips and that she went in at her small waist and then out again to curve around her full breasts. He loved that she wasn't one of those girls who thought that they could only be worth anything if they were size zero, tall, blonde and wore nothing but designer clothes. Whenever he looked at her face he fell in love all over again with her blue eyes, her messy hair, her red lips and her blushing cheeks. He loved her so much and now he was watching her dance around the kitchen as she sorted out the room.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas,
There is just one thing I need.
And I don't care about the presents,
Underneath the Christmas tree.
I don't need to hang my stocking,
There upon the fireplace.
Santa Claus won't make me happy,
With a toy on Christmas day."

Tom stayed where he was, but joined in with Sybil's singing.

"I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know."

Sybil jumped and turned around on the spot. As soon as she saw him she smiled and clutched a hand to her heart, letting herself breathe again. Tom could tell that he'd frightened her, but in keeping with the Christmas spirit, she simply walked over to him and continued singing with him.

"Make my wish come true,
All I want for Christmas is you.
You, baby!"

Sybil wrapped her arms around Tom's neck and danced with him, spinning them around together in the middle of the room as they continued to sing to each other.

"Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas,
I won't even wish for snow.
And I'm just gonna keep on waiting,
Underneath the mistletoe.
I won't make a list and send it,
To the North Pole for Saint Nick.
I won't even stay awake,
To hear those magic reindeer click.
'Cause I just want you here tonight,
Holding onto me so tight.
What more can I do?
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.
You, baby!"

Tom snuck a kiss from Sybil quickly before she begun to sing again.

"Oh, all the lights are shining,
So brightly everywhere.
And the sound of children's laughter,
Fills the air.
And everyone is singing,
I hear those sleigh bells ringing.
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need?
Won't you please bring my baby to me?"

Tom shifted his grip to Sybil's rump and lifted her off her feet. She tightened her grip around his neck and swung her legs up around his waist, locking her ankles together behind his back. Tom spun around on the spot and Sybil flung her head back in joy as the song continued.

"Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas,
This is all I'm asking for.
I just want to see my baby,
Standing right outside my door.
Oh, I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true,
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you, baby!"

As the remaining lyrics of the song faded out, Tom stopped turning and Sybil gently dipped her head to press her lips against his. Tom slowly plodded over, still joined with Sybil and carefully slid her onto the freshly cleaned kitchen side, moving his hand to wrap around her waist. He slowly pulled his head away from hers and caught her gaze. "I love you so much, Sybil."

"I love you too, my darling." She placed another small kiss on his lips before pulling away and frowning a little. "But, um, how long were you standing at the door before you finally frightened the life out of me?"

"Only since the beginning of the song," Tom replied with a cheeky smirk.

"And why didn't you say anything?" Sybil asked softly, but firmly, running her hands through his long hair.

"Because I was admiring you. I was letting myself take in every morsel of your gorgeous, beautiful, absolutely stunning body. Is that not allowed?" Tom asked in reply.

"I might let it slip – if you're extremely lucky, that is!" Sybil laughed.

"I wonder if there's any way I could increase my luck," Tom pondered aloud.

"There might be one way," Sybil said hoarsely. She locked her lips with his once more and the two of them wove together their tongues in an intricate pattern that they had practiced for years. Tom gently placed his hands on each side of Sybil's waist and Sybil slid her hands over his shoulders and settled them on his strong and well-built arms. She let out a low groan when Tom tugged a little too harshly at her tongue. Sybil kept her legs tight around Tom's waist and realised Tom's arousal.

Three quarters of an hour later with multiple layers of clothing scattered on the floor, their two naked bodies lay together in a tangle of arms and legs and heavy breathing. Tom's arm was wrapped around Sybil's shoulders, pulling her into him, showing his affection for her after the fast-paced half an hour they had just endured. "You're absolutely breath-taking, love," Tom said softly.

"Well, you're not too bad yourself, I must say!" Sybil said in reply. Tom moved to get up. "No! Don't move!" Sybil said loudly, tightening her grip around his torso and tangling her legs in his even further.

"I was only going to get a blanket!" Tom replied.

"Don't," Sybil ordered. "You're keeping me warm enough as it is."

"Alright then," Tom said, turning towards her again. Within the next ten minutes, both slightly sweaty bodies were fast asleep, limbs joined, Sybil's head on Tom's chest, not using her own pillow at all.

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