hey everyone, in the Christmas spirit, I've decided to post this. I really hope you like it :) I really liked writing it, so I'm pretty sure it's not horrible ;) anyway review or PM me, it doesn't matter, I just like feedback ;) enjoy!
oh, and also, if anyone has any ideas that they would like me to write, if you PM me I'd be ore than happy to oblige ;) you would get a special mention in my AN and umm...the satisfaction of reading something that you anted t read about without having to go through all the trouble of writing it yourself?
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Santa's Village
"Do I really have to do this?"
Jez stared at her gang. There they were all shamelessly lined up in front of her. All but one. Thistle was giggling and clutching at Raven's arm, Raven was smiling, Pierce was smirking and Val was guffawing. Jez wanted to punch all of them.
"Of course, Jez." Thistle tittered. "Morgead went through with his dare."
"Does this mean she's refusing a dare?" Val asked. Too loud. Several passing families turned to look at the gang. They already stood out enough standing next to Santa's village in the middle of the decked out mall. They didn't need any more attention or security would be all over them.
"Of course not, Val," Thistle cooed. "she knows what would happen if she backed down from a dare."
Jez scowled and glared at the tiny vampire for a moment. Once satisfied that Thistle had the message, Jez directed her sights to the middle of Santa's village. More specifically, the Santa in the middle of it all.
"Just go get it over with already," Raven prompted in her quiet way. She nodded towards the poor sap in the puffy red suit and snowy beard sitting atop a tacky throne surrounded by fake presents.
The whole gang watched as he dealt with yet another snotty nosed child bouncing up and down on his knee and prattling on about what toys they wanted this Christmas. He had yet to notice the five of them standing in the shadows of the staircase in the outer fringe of last minute Christmas shopping crowds.
"C'mon!" Val hollered, ever impatient. He gave her a little shove towards the line of little kids. "Get on with it!"
When Jez hesitated, searching for an excuse, Pierce rolled his eyes and sighed. "Just go, Jez."
With one last spiteful glare, Jez swallowed her pride and marched to the end of the long line. She must have waited nearly half an hour and watched countless families give her puzzled looks over their shoulders when they thought she wouldn't notice. All the while, Jez stood stiffly and stewed in her own rage.
It wasn't until she was walking up to Santa as dignified as a fifteen year old vampire gang leader walking up to a mall Santa could that Morgead noticed her.
He sat up straighter in his throne and tugged self-consciously at his fake beard. Jez rolled her eyes and tried not to look at him as she perched on his lap.
"Well, what is it you want little girl?" Jez glared at Morgead's smug expression and mocking voice. He reclined more comfortably against the back of his throne and looped an arm around Jez's waist, smirking beneath his beard all the while.
Jez gave one last desperate glance towards her gang and puffed out a lungful of air. With a wary glance at the string of families watching her from the line, and the jumble of passing people, Jez reached a slender hand up and twirled snowy white curls from Morgead's beard around her finger daintily.
To everyone else, Jez figured she would look like a creepy whore. No one else knew that this mall Santa was only sixteen.
"Well you know," Jez mused in her seductive voice. "I was thinking that I needed some new clothes…" she fluttered her lashes and leaned right next to Morgead's ear. She heard his breath hitch and his heart thud as her lips grazed his ear while she spoke in a breathy whisper and guided his hand down to her rear end. "Maybe some panties... Perhaps something…lacy…" she listened as Morgead swallowed while she slowly ran her other hand up his bicep, applying enough pressure so she could feel his taught muscles under his ridiculous suit.
A quiet moment passed while Jez bit her lip and turned as red as Morgead's suit before he choked out, "Good to know. Santa will be sure to bring you just what you asked for."
He pushed her off of his lap and coughed. Jez giggled awkwardly and scampered for the exit ramp. Before she could get there, Morgead recovered his wits enough to call out in a shaky voice, "I thought people usually tried to get off the naughty list, not onto it!"
Jez ignored him and ran back to where the gang was howling beneath the stairs.
"There! Happy?" she growled.
"Delighted." Pierce, by far the calmest of the gang promised.
"His face!" Thistle cried. She was nearly in tears where she sat on the floor.
"Do you think he got stiff?" Val hollered. To Jez's embarrassment, a young couple stared at them all as they strolled past on their route to Macy's.
"Val," Raven scolded. But even she was laughing.
"He probably did!" Thistle screeched and laughed even harder. She pointed at Morgead. "Look!"
The whole gang turned to look at Morgead. He was gritting his teeth and shifting a little boy to the very edge of his knee and kept transferring his weight from side to side, back and forth. He glanced at Jez then, and his red face brightened even more just as hers did. She turned away as Morgead cleared his throat and addressed the vermin child balancing on his knee.
"Let's just go already," Jez ordered. She stomped past her gang and left them to either follow or continue busting their guts at what could possibly be considered as the worst dare ever.
They didn't come.
The rapping at Jez's window woke her up early Christmas morning. Groaning, she turned over in her bed and glared at the window. Morgead was hanging off the tree outside her window with a playful grin on his face.
Jez groaned even louder and trudged across her bedroom to open her window. Collapsing back onto her bed, she watched Morgead hop in through the window and join her on her bed.
"I got you something," he smirked and pushed hair out of his eyes as he tossed a sloppily wrapped present onto her stomach.
Jez peeled an eye open and glanced at the present warily. Stifling a yawn, she sat up and tore weakly at the paper encasing the gift. By the time it was all off, Morgead's smirk had spread into a wide grin while he watched Jez work.
Uncovering the box, Jez peered inside for a second, confused. Then, with realisation dawning, she scowled up and Morgead and cuffed Morgead upside his head before he could dodge.
"Really?" she pulled out a lacy black bra and Morgead rolled onto his back laughing at her. With a shrill noise, Jez whipped the bra straight at Morgead's head, followed by the accompanying black lace thong. Shoving it down over Morgead's head, Jez shot to her feet and stomped out of her room, slamming the door behind her.
As she stormed down the stairs, Morgead's laughing taunt followed her. "You were the one who asked! I told you I'd get you 'em!"
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