Author note:
Hope you all enjoy this part one of Clay and Emma's Christmas together.
CH 27-Christmas Present
While Clay reported to base, Emma spent the days with her Grandma. Everyone was relieved that as of now, Bravo had remained in town.
This was a different Christmas for Clay. He usually dreaded the holidays and being alone. But now he had a family. Not just Bravo, but Emma and her family too.
It seemed that Jason had shelved any further objections to Emma's relationship with Clay and was so far successful in disconnecting work and home life. They included Clay in everything from movies, to ice-skating, to visiting Alana's grave. He was so grateful and humbled.
The days passed with festive fun. Clay and Emma were blissfully happy that each began and ended in the others' arms.
Tuesday the 24th dawned clear and cool. Since things were pretty quiet at work, Clay didn't need to report to base until after the holiday. His body was used to waking up, so at 7:00 a.m. he found himself awake and staring at the ceiling. Emma was nestled on his right side with her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breath on his skin. Leaning down he pressed a kiss into her hair. She shifted a little and her hand skimmed across his abs. His arms tightened around her and she started to stir. Even before she was fully awake, she mumbled his name.
"Clay"
"Shhh, go back to sleep Em. I didn't mean to wake you." But she was already kissing his chest and slipping her leg between his. "Mmmm, Emmie."
She raised her head and offered her mouth. His hand moved to grasp her jaw and he angled his lips over hers. The tip of her tongue teased his lips and he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. Her hand came up to grip his bicep and she moaned low in her throat. Emma pulled back and sat up. She then tugged her tank over her head, leaving her in just her thin, cotton panties. Clay slid his hand up her back and pulled her down to his mouth. He tongued her nipples to hard peaks and then sucked her into her mouth. He rolled them over, so she was under him. Clay could feel her hands glide down over his back to his ass. Emma wrapped her legs around him and rubbed herself against him.
He sat back and pulled her panties down and off. Standing, he quickly shucked off his boxer briefs. He laid back down over her and claimed her mouth as he slid home.
His pace was slow and meant to draw out their pleasure. Their movements were deliberate and unhurried. Each trying to savor every touch, every sensation. She met each of his thrusts with a roll of her hips.
"Mmmm, Clay." She shifted a leg up and around his waist. That changed the angle just enough to send him deeper inside her.
"God Emma…you feel so amazing baby." Clay kissed her shoulders, her collarbone and sucked at her neck.
Emma could feel her release closing in. "Clay, Clay… ahhh, YES!" He ground himself against her and she broke with a cry. Jus t a few more thrusts and he followed after her. Clay collapsed next to her and pulled her to him. He smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her full on the mouth.
Looking up into his face, she spoke with a twinkle in her eye. "I think I could learn to like mornings."
Clay shook his head and laughed. They didn't need to be anywhere or do anything until much later, so they curled up under the blankets and went back to sleep.
Once again, Clay woke before Emma. She was still sound asleep. He pulled on his sweats and went to the kitchen to make coffee. As he stood there waiting for the coffee to brew, he felt Emma lean up against his back and wrap her arms around him.
"Babe? Did I wake you? I'm sorry."
She placed a few kisses across his back between his shoulder blades before he turned around and took her in his arms.
"No. What woke me was my boyfriend not being in bed next to me when I rolled over."
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay. I know you can't sleep as late as I do."
"Em, no one sleeps as late as you," he said with a laugh.
"Hey!" She punched his arm. "Well, if you woke me up like you did this morning, I'd have a reason to be up earlier."
He kissed the top of her head. "Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more than to make love with you every night and morning."
She sighed deeply. "How am I ever going to go back to being at home once Grandma leaves?
He could see she was on the verge of tears. "We'll figure something out. I don't want to let you go either honey." He smoothed his hands down her back and she reached hers up around his neck and they held on.
"Let's not worry now. What do you want to do?" They had decided since they were going to spend Christmas day with Jason and the family, today would be theirs.
"Could we just stay in until we have to go to Jameelah's play tonight?" She wanted to keep the outside world at bay for a little longer.
"Of course. Why don't you find a show for us to binge and I'll fix breakfast." She smiled up at him and he dropped a kiss on her nose.
"Can you do omelets?"
"Sure thing." Clay couldn't do much in the kitchen, but he was a wiz with eggs.
Emma flipped around the TV and settled on Season 2 of Jack Ryan for Clay. She knew he simultaneously loved and hated the Tom Clancy spy drama. He enjoyed the intrigue and storyline. But he loved to pick apart the fire fights and the action sequences. They stayed in their PJs and took up residence on the couch. Snuggling under a cozy blanket, they ate, watched TV, and dozed in turn. It wasn't exciting or sexy, but it was enough for them to just be together.
