A/N: So, this first part is for the reviewer who said they wanted to see Paige more dominant. Also, I want to hear what you have to say, good or bad, so don't ever feel like you have to apologize if there's something you want to criticize. Thanks for reading!

Paige was bored. Staring at the chip in the wall was more exciting than listening to her boss rattle on about….. wait, what was all of this about? All she knew was that it was a Friday evening and she would much rather be cuddled up to Emily, the lights from the Christmas tree the only light they needed. Cozy under blankets with the fire crackling as they sipped their hot chocolate. She somehow fought back a sigh, wishing her boss was as eager to get home to his wife as she was to get home to hers.

She shifted in her rock hard seat for what seemed like the thousandth time. She felt like she was back in school, waiting for the bell to ring. No, this was worse than school. At least her Friday evenings then weren't boring.

Her phone buzzed. After glancing around discreetly she glanced at it, smiling when she saw she had a message from Emily.

Hey, gorgeous. You coming back anytime soon?

He wasn't paying attention to her, so she quickly typed out a response.

Maybe. Hopefully I'll be back before Clare's birthday next week.

A response came back almost immediately. Paige raised an eyebrow when she read it.

I think you'll like what you see when you come back.

Oh?

She waited anxiously for a reply. Emily would be the one to tease her when she was in a meeting.

Cause I'm naked and wet and waiting for you.

And there it was. Paige licked her lips, arousal flooding through her. She half considered coming up with an excuse to leave early.

You know I'm in a meeting, right?

Yes. Your point?

It's not fair to tease.

If you aren't interested, I guess I'll just have to fuck myself.

Emmmmmmm.

I'm rubbing my clit right now. I wish it was you.

Paige gulped audibly. Everyone looked at her.

"Are you okay, Paige?"

"Um, uh… yeah."

"Well," her boss announced. "I guess it's time to go. I'll see you."

Paige nearly leapt out of her chair and ran to her car. She sent a quick response to Emily, not even registering the cold December air.

I'm on my way.

When she got home she didn't stop to admire the Christmas lights like she normally did at night. She dropped her coat at the door and took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the bedroom. Emily way lying in bed, naked. She grinned at Paige, opening her legs.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"That was really mean of you," she replied, ripping her clothes off. Although if she was being honest, she kind of liked it.

"Sorry," Emily replied as Paige dove onto the bed, although she didn't sound it. Her wife began kissing her passionately, pinning her to the bed. Emily wrapped her legs around her waist, groaning she felt Paige's mouth on one of her breasts. She desperately needed release; it had taken an amazing amount of willpower to not give it to herself while she was waiting for Paige to come home. But she didn't even need to tell her wife what she wanted. As if Paige had read her mind, she reached into the drawer on the nightstand next to their bed, pulling out their strap-on that they kept hidden inside. Paige slid it on in record time, positioning herself outside of Emily's entrance. She rubbed the toy against the wet slit, watching as Emily's mouth opened in a whimper of pleasure. Paige grinned, enjoying her reaction when she pushed inside. Nothing drove Emily crazy quite like the toy did, and it had been that way since the first time they had tried it back in high school. Paige herself preferred pleasure of the oral variety, but she certainly didn't mind the strap-on from time to time.

Emily cried out loudly as she began to move in and out of her. Paige grinned, holding a finger to her lips.

"Shh. The kids are sleeping."

"I know," she gasped, arching her back. "Oh, fuck… fuck, fuck…."

Paige focused on setting a steady rhythm, slow but firm. Emily was whimpering continuously now, thrusting her hips in time with Paige's movements. Paige could tell she was getting close and decided to tease her a bit, stilling inside her.

"Paige! What the fuck?"

"Patience is a virtue, darling."

"Fuck patience."

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"Paige!"

"Love, relax," she soothed, beginning to move in and out again. "You know I would never leave you unsatisfied."

"I do….. that feels so good."

"I know it does," Paige replied, thrusting faster. Emily was clutching onto her tightly, her hips sloppy as she tried to encourage her to move as quickly as she could.

"Faster!" she gasped, digging her nails into Paige's back. "Harder, harder!"

Paige did as she was told, thrusting in just the way Emily wanted, watching the many expressions that crossed her perfect face. They had been married for nine years and together for twelve, yet she didn't think she would ever tire of these moments. Or really any moment that had to do with the woman under her.

"Fuck!" Emily groaned loudly. "Oh…. I'm gonna come…."

"Come for me," Paige whispered huskily in her ear. And Emily did just that, crying out loudly in her pleasure. Paige brought her down gently before stopping inside her, letting her catch her breath as she lovingly peppered her face with kisses. Emily looked up at her, panting, giving her hand a squeeze.

"That was fucking amazing."

"I'm glad you thought so," Paige replied with a cocky grin.

"Again?"

"If that's what you want," she replied, kissing her. She began to move again, starting out slow to give Emily some time to adjust. Emily groaned, repositioning herself. She cried out when Paige began to move fast again, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. She knew it wouldn't take her long but she wanted to enjoy it while she could.

"Paige, yes….. oh, fuck."

Luckily it wasn't long before she climaxed again, crying out into her hand to keep from making too much noise. Paige waited until she had finished before gently pulling out of her, collapsing by her side.

"Wasn't that worth waiting for?" she asked breathlessly. Emily nodded, curling up against her.

"Absolutely."

Paige buried her face in Emily's hair, inhaling deeply. Every day she asked herself how she had gotten so lucky. And she never had an answer.

"So, tell me the truth," Emily started suddenly, pulling back to look at her. She was grinning.

"What?"

"Are you really mad that I was…. teasing you like that in your meeting?"

"I can never be mad at you, even if I want to," she replied, stroking Emily's cheek. Emily grinned.

"I guess I'm lucky then, huh?"

Paige laughed. She had lost count of all the times she had wanted to be mad at Emily but just couldn't because of the way Emily looked at her with those soft brown eyes.

"I really didn't mind. I was so bored and I wasn't paying attention anyway."

"Some things never change," Emily chuckled, remembering the way Paige always used to stare out the window in high school instead of listening to the teacher.

"You know how easily I get bored."

Emily smiled, reveling in the feeling of Paige's strong arms around her. She would feel ridiculous admitting to her wife just how much she missed her when she was at work, but she had a feeling Paige already knew.

"Olivia wants to see Santa this week," she told her, tracing her fingers around her arm.

"I guess we should take them soon," Paige agreed. "How about Bella?"

"She says she wants to."

"I think maybe she's ready. I mean, it's been two years since she screamed her head off."

"Paige?"

"Yeah?" Paige asked, sensing Emily's sudden shift in mood. Emily shifted uncomfortably. "Em, what is it?"

"I know Clare's only going to be one," she started, and Paige bit her lip, knowing exactly what was coming. "But, maybe when she's a little older we could have one more? Try for a boy?"

Paige thought for a moment, trying not to look at Emily's pleading eyes. The memory of giving birth to Clare without any kind of pain meds was still fresh in her mind, and the thought of going through all of the nausea, emotions, and insatiable horniness wasn't appealing either. But at the same time, she loved her kids more than anything, and at the end of all the pain it was certainly worth it.

"I'll tell you what," Paige started. "Ask me again when a little more time has passed and I can't remember the pain as well."

"Deal," Emily agreed, beaming. She kissed Paige softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Now…. I think we have some unfinished business."

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"Are you sure you want to do this, honey?" Paige asked as she and Emily stood on the line to see Santa with the kids. Emily was holding Clare and Olivia was anxiously peering over the gate, while Bella clutched onto Paige's jacket. Last year she had stayed with her mothers on the side while Olivia had gotten her picture taken, and the year before that she had screamed when they had tried to get her in the picture. She insisted she wanted to do it this year, but she was clutching onto Paige tightly, her eyes wide.

"Uh huh."

"Baby, if you want to sit it out one more year that's okay. Santa has still given you presents even though you haven't taken a picture with him, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then it's okay if you don't."

"I can ask for you if you want," Olivia offered to her sister. Bella thought for a moment, and Paige knew exactly what she was thinking. The girl was so much like her, and she could practically see her daughter struggling with letting either her pride or fear win.

"Maybe I'll wait one more year," she replied. Paige lifted her into her arms, kissing the top of her head.

"Olivia will take care of it. Don't worry."

"I don't want to be a baby."

"Sweetheart, we talked about this. It doesn't make you a baby."

"I want to be brave like you, Mommy. You're not scared of anything."

"Honey, I'm scared of a lot of things. Remember? I'm scared of clowns, the dark…. and when I was your age I was scared of Santa, too."

"You were?"

"Yup. But when you get a little older that will change. So don't worry about it, okay?"

Bella nodded in agreement. Olivia was the only one in the picture with Santa, while her parents stood off to the side with her sisters. She was excited when she came bounding down to them, and Paige found herself wishing that she would believe in Santa forever.

"I asked him to bring presents for Bella and Clare, too," she announced.

"That was very nice of you, honey," Paige told her. "What did you ask for?"

"It's a secret," Olivia replied, and Paige gave Emily a knowing smirk. They had her letter to Santa stored safely in their nightstand drawer. "I also want a new baby brother or sister."

"Already?" Paige exclaimed while Emily grinned. "Liv….. you just got a new baby sister last year."

"I know. But I kind of want a brother."

Paige sighed. She was trying not to look at the triumphant smirk on her wife's face.

"We'll see," she replied as they started to their car. "We'll see."

A/N 2: So, what do you guys think? I could end it here or continue if you guys are interested. Let me know!