"All I want for Christmas is you."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Alisha growled.
The cappuccino brunette with the dark green eyes hated Christmas. There was nothing outside her house indicating the slightest that she was celebrating the stupid day, yet Christmas carolers had gathered outside her door. Despite her not opening when they knocked, they had seen the lights on inside her house and automatically started singing.
"Shut the fuck up!" She said annoyed.
The song continued and she had enough. She got up from her cozy chair in front of the fire place and walked out to the front door.
"All I want for Christmas is you."
The stupid, classic line repeated itself the second she tore the door open.
"All I want for Christmas is some fucking peace and quiet!" She yelled.
The Christmas carolers stopped singing and looked shocked. All of them but one man in the back who clearly wasn't enjoying being pulled around from house to house. He stood there with his arms crossed, and he sure hadn't been singing along with the others. Clearly someone had forced him to come along.
"You!" She pointed at the man. "Why aren't you singing?"
"I hate Christmas," he said.
"Baron!" One of the women gasped.
"You just became my new best friend," Alisha said. "Wanna come inside for some eggnog? I don't put any egg or whatever the fuck there's in that drink in mine, but I have whiskey."
Baron grinned at her and uncrossed his arms.
"I'd love to," he said.
The woman who had gasped his name started protesting but he walked right past her and the other carolers. He stepped inside Alisha's house, and she slammed the door in the face of the others.
"Baron, I assume," she said. "I'm Alisha. Take off you coat and boots, and come inside to get warm."
She walked into the living room and poured whiskey in two glasses. He joined her shortly after. She handed him a glass of whiskey. He took a sip and smiled at her.
"That's the good shit right here," he said.
"I only buy quality whiskey," she said.
"A woman of my heart," he smirked. "And you got the fire going on. I could build a blanket fort on the floor and hide away here until next year."
"As long as you do half the cooking and cleaning, I won't mind," she said.
They looked at each other and chuckled. They may not know anything but each other's names but they both felt like they had met a kindred spirit in each other.
"My aunt forced me go out with them. She made a whole drama out of them being old ladies that might get attacked," he said.
"They'll live," she smirked. "You... I'm not so sure about you."
"Are you gonna kill me now?" He asked.
"And waste the good whiskey when you drop the glass in the process?" She placed her hand over her heart. "I would never!"
He couldn't help but laugh. She might hate Christmas the same way he did but that didn't mean she was negative when it came to everything else. She seemed a lot like him, and he liked her more and more for each passing second.
"How does that game go?" She smirked. "Fuck, marry, kill?"
"I'm not looking for marriage just yet," he smirked back.
"Guess I'll settle with fucking you then," she said. "If you're up for it, of course. I'm not one for assaulting a man, and I doubt I'll get anywhere in my pathetic try with those muscles of yours."
"And kill me afterwards?" He asked.
"Not if you do a good job with fucking me. Then I'll be too tired. I suppose there's always tomorrow if you end up building that blanket fort and staying here," she said.
He stepped closer to her, placed an arm around her lower back and leaned down for a kiss. They both felt it the second their lips touched. Butterflies in their stomachs and sparks flying through the air. He broke the kiss and slowly pulled away.
"I think I'll end up loving this Christmas," she said.
"All I want for Christmas..." He started.
"No!" She laughed. "If you quote a Christmas song, you can sleep outside in the snow."
He leaned down and kissed her again. He smirked against her lips before moving his mouth up to her ear to finish his sentence in a husky voice.
"...is you."