Prompt #24: Noah sees Mommy kissing Santa Claus

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

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"Thank you for this— you didn't have to do it." Olivia smiled at Elliot who sat on her couch, Santa hat in his hand, a beard still lined along his face, and an entirely too big suit covering his body, a pillow stuffed underneath, resembling a big belly.

"I know. I wanted to though. Plus, you're my friend. If dressing up as a jolly fat guy to give your son the surprise of his life makes you happy, then here I am."

Olivia laughed. Elliot had been trying a lot harder since she'd called him out on his crap. Made an attempt to make sure he asked questions, and they had more than a few difficult conversations. Tucker, Cassidy and her pregnancy scare, and Lewis. But with those came pretty great conversations, like Noah and his adoption. She remembered the look of shock when he found out Noah was adopted, she'd laughed at him — had called him cute, and watched as a slight blush rose to his cheeks.

"Noah is going to be talking about the fact that he met Santa for months so be prepared to act surprised."

"Will do, you know my acting skills are pretty great."

"Is that so? Well like what are you acting wit — let's see if I'm surprised." Olivia smiled at him.

"Oh, my friend Olivia, I don't think you want to know that." Elliot laughed as he spoke to hide the disappointment of being stuck in the 'friendzone'.

Olivia rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand to get his attention. "Maybe I do."

He looked down at their clasped hands, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her. He turned slightly so he was angled more toward her. "Okay, maybe you do. But I'm not so sure I could handle rejection so—" But he was cut off by her.

"Who said anything about rejection?" This time it was her who stared him down, her left eyebrow arched up.

Elliot took a deep breath before speaking. "Okay, I act like I'm okay with this friendship thing because I want to respect you. I act like while I don't have the right to care, I'm not jealous as all hell that Cassidy and Tucker know what it's like to be loved by you, and to love you in return. And I act like, I don't want to rip that dress you're wearing off every time I see you."

Olivia bit her lip, looking down at her red dress that dripped just low enough to drive him crazy. She wasn't stupid, she'd worn this dress on purpose. Having Elliot respect her boundaries, while wanting to learn more about her, had made everything clear for her. He wanted her, and now she knew that the feeling was mutual.

Leaning in close to him, she tilted her head just the slightest bit. "You know, I would stick to acting like Santa because I already knew all the other things," she finished, looking down at his lips.

"Did you now?" Elliot swallowed the last bit of saliva that had coated his mouth as it quickly ran dry.

Olivia nodded, leaning in. Their lips inched together slowly before finally connecting. It was far from chaste, but still modest. Pulling back, Olivia smiled, as she rested her forehead against his own.

"What do you say, Santa? Wanna call this a relationship?" she asked, kissing his cheek once.

"God, yes." Olivia let out a laugh as he connected their lips together once more.

At the top of the stairs, Noah had sat quietly watching his mom kiss Santa. He wondered if this would eventually make Santa his Dad. Bouncing with excitement, he got up and ran to his room. Concocting a plan to set his mother and Santa up on a date.