Author's Note: I have had this little festive one-shot semi-completed for the last three years and I figured this year was as good as any to finally finish and post it. Admittedly, I'm extremely rusty and this isn't my best work, but I hope it brings a little bit of Christmas cheer to you after this ridiculously ridiculous year of 2020.
By the way, if anyone is following Lightning Doesn't Strike Twice, I've hit a total mental block on it but I promise it will get finished (eventually).
If you would like to see the inspiration for this story, head over to Instagram and check out Joshua Snyder's account (he is the actor who played Damien West) and Baking With Josh and Ange.
Wishing everyone a very merry Christmas!
Mel x
It was the sounds of drawers opening and closing and the gentle scuffling against the hardwood floors that woke Nathan up. The bedroom was filled with the blue grey tones of pre-dawn, and the red, illuminated lights of the alarm clock beside him confirmed that it was too early for those noises to be in his bedroom. Rolling over into the empty space beside him, he groaned, the noise reverberating behind his still-closed eyes.
"Mmm... baby, come back to bed."
A soft sigh came from somewhere above him and he felt the mattress dip with the weight of his wife as she came to sit next to him. "I'm sorry, Nathan, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Well you did... now come back to bed."
Haley sighed again. "I'm sorry, baby, but I can't. I have so much to do today."
The mattress shifted again as Haley leaned over to gently kiss his cheek before standing up. Nathan cracked an eye open in time to see her green lace panty-clad bottom and the matching green bra strap across her back disappear into their large walk-in wardrobe. He groaned again; the green set was a gift from him to her for St Patrick's Day - not a traditional gift-giving day, he knew, but a worthy excuse to expand his sexy wife's lingerie collection. Just like Christmas, which was five days away - the sheer red negligee trimmed with white lace was already wrapped and hiding in his sock drawer (he'd learned quickly never to hand those types of presents to her while they were sitting by the tree in front of the whole family).
Nathan knew she must be busy and feeling stressed if she was happy to ignore his commands and leave him alone in bed without so much as a kiss on the lips. By the time he had struggled upright and propped himself up against the pillows, Haley had already thrown on jeans and a simple button-down shirt and was moving towards her dresser, rifling through her jewellery box for a pair of earrings.
"It's Thursday. What do you have on today?" He asked, mentally going through his wife's calendar. "What can I do to help?
She smiled at him through the mirror. "It's sweet of you to ask, but I don't think there's anything you can do. I have a list a mile long and it's only things that I can take care of before Christmas. But thank you."
"Let's see the list."
Haley sighed, "Nathan, I promise, You can't help. I wish you could, though."
Nathan knew how particular Haley could be, often taking on too much and not delegating in fear of things not being done "just right".She was like that every year at this time, making sure the decorations hung "just so" or that her neat cursive wrote out thoughtful messages in the Christmas cards that she sent out each year, Patiently, he held out his hand, palm side up, and gestured with his fingers. "Let me see."
Rolling her eyes, Haley passed him a piece of paper before heading into their master bathroom for her hairbrush.
Nathan rubbed the sleep from his vision and scanned the lines of Haley's looping writing. He knew he wouldn't be able to help her with the numerous Karen's Café and Red Bedroom Record-related tasks that were on it, but as he read further down, something caught his eye. He was smiling by the time Haley returned, her light brown hair tied up in a ponytail.
"See?" Haley pointed out, taking the paper from his hand and slipping it into her handbag.
"Tell you what - you deal with things at Karen's this morning and I'll drop the kids to school. Then meet me back at the house before going to Red Bedroom, ok?"
"Nathan, I..."
"Off you go, you've got a lot to do today," Nathan smirked at her, picking her handbag up from where she had placed it on the bed and thrusting it out to her. "See you in a couple of hours."
"But..."
"Bye, Hales."
With a frustrated shake of her head, Haley kissed him again on the cheek and left. Nathan watched her go, his eyes conjuring up those green panties beneath her jeans as her ass swayed out the door.
It was nearly noon by the time Haley parked her silver Range Rover in the garage. She loved her husband, she really did, but she knew she didn't have the time for whatever he had wanted her back at the house for. Not today.
The smell of sugar hit her senses as soon as she'd opened the door leading into their large house. Following the smell towards the kitchen, Haley was surprised (and thrilled - she'd been busy but she wasn't blind) to see her husband bending over something on the counter, his ass crafted like two Christmas baubles. Perched on top of his head was a red Santa hat trimmed in white fur, and he was humming along to the carols that were playing softly on the stereo behind him. Their giant, 8-foot Christmas tree that Jamie and Lydia had decorated on the first day of December (and Haley had only tweaked slightly after they had gone to bed) sat sparkling and twinkling in the corner by the staircase.
"What... what is this?" Haley breathed.
Noticing his wife's presence for the first time, Nathan looked up and grinned. "Hales, you're just in time to help me ice."
"What?"
"The icing," Nathan stood up straighter and adjusted the hat on his head, moving the fluffy white pom pom on the end to the back. It was then that Haley noticed a piping bag in his hand. "For the Christmas cookies."
"The..."
She stared at the kitchen counter as shapes began to take place. It was filled with dozens of cookies; Haley could make out bells, candy canes and Santa hats, pale and soft, waiting to be iced. Several mixing bowls and spoons lay discarded further along in the sink. Her confused frown deepened at the sight of red, green and white squeezy bottles beside the stacks of cookies, along with bowls of colorful sprinkles and edible glitter. The sight of her husband standing amongst the quickly-tidied-but-not-thoroughly-to-Haley-standards remnants of a baking spree was as unusual and surprising as if she had just entered Mars, instead of her own home.
"Nathan... what is this?" Haley repeated.
"The Christmas cookies for Lydia's class party. It was on your list of things to do today, so I thought I would help out."
Nathan's face beneath the white fur trim of his Santa hat looked smug at the look of what Haley knew was sheer incredulity on her own face. "What? You did this?"
"Sure did."
"Nathan..." Haley faltered, taking a few more steps closer to her husband before giving up on trying to make sense of the sight before her. "Ok, I don't understand."
"It's easy, babe," Nathan shifted over slightly to allow Haley access to the counter, the slant of his lips conveying his pride over shocking the typically omniscient Haley. "I've got everything ready to go; I'll do the outline on the cookies with this icing, and then you use the flood icing in those bottles over there to cover the rest of the cookie and then we can add the sprinkles and glitter."
"The... flood..."
"Flood icing," her husband nodded. Haley wondered if her former students - or even Nathan himself - experienced the same level of confusion when she was talking to them. She understood the words he was saying, but they didn't gel together given the context.
"Nathan, I know I don't say this often, but I'm officially confused. Are you telling me that you made all of these cookies and... two different types of icing?"
It hadn't been necessary for Haley to ask; she was sure her husband's face would be aching from the strength of his grin.
"Yup."
"You did all of this? For me?"
Nathan's expression softened to the one that would always give Haley butterflies in her stomach, even after nearly 15 years of marriage. It was a dopey, adoring smile, like the sheer force of the man's love and affection for her lifted one side of his mouth subconsciously, and made his baby blue eyes gleam.
"Of course I did, babe. For you and for Lyds. You know I'd do anything for my girls."
Including learning how to make Christmas cookies and whatever the heck flood icing was, Haley noted.
"Nathan Scott, you have never looked sexier."
In the blink of an eye, the look of love on his face intensified into another look that Haley knew better than she knew her own face. The clear blue of his irises all but disappeared as his pupils dilated, his mouth lifted higher and Haley could almost see the liquid heat rushing through his body.
Desperately ignoring the way her nipples tightened in response to his I know I'm hot and now I want to do dirty things to you expression she'd seen since she was sixteen years old, Haley picked up one of the plastic bottles filled with icing and gazed down at the pile of cookies in front of her.
"Come on, hotshot. What do I do with this?"
The couple worked in a comfortable silence as the pile of blank cookies diminished and the trays of colorful, iced ones grew larger. They had worked through green Christmas tree shapes and covered them in glitter, red and white striped candy canes, and now they worked together to ice red Santa hats with white trim. Nathan's own Santa hat had long been tossed off, its pompom continuously falling into the icing Nathan worked on.
"So, since we've established how amazing and sexy you are, and you know you're definitely getting laid tonight," Haley spoke up, deliberately not looking over at her husband to see what she knew would be a very satisfied smirk across his sinfully attractive face, "are you going to tell me how Mr I-burn-toast learnt how to bake sugar cookies and icing?"
"Two types of icing, Hales. Two. There's a real art to getting the different consistencies right, you know."
"Alright then, how do you know how to bake sugar cookies and make two types of icing?"
This time, Haley looked over to watch in amusement as his patented smirk somewhat wavered, and an expression she'd rarely seen before flitted through his eyes. It was a rare moment to catch Nathan Scott blushing, but his cheeks had definitely taken on a pink hue. Haley raised her eyebrows, waiting. This ought to be good.
"Ok, so, you remember Damien West?"
"That slime ball you knew from High Flyers who played for Oak Lake? Tried to hit on me and show you up on the court... and failed spectacularly at both?" Haley frowned as she searched in her memory for the name she hadn't heard in fifteen years.
Nathan nodded, his proud smirk flicking back in an instant. "Damn, baby. You are so sexy when you talk like that... But, yeah, that's the one. Well it turns out, he never made it to the NBA. Guess what he does instead?"
Haley shrugged, unable to make the connection between Nathan's high school basketball rival and the iced treats in front of them. "What?"
"He's a baker, Hales. I found him on Instagram."
"What?"
Fishing his phone from the pocket of his jeans, Nathan showed Haley the screen in explanation. "He married some actress and now he does baking tutorials on YouTube."
Still completely bewildered, Haley scrolled through the images on account Nathan had pulled up. The smiling man who appeared in between photos of delectable baked goods and cats was hardly recognizable as the same leering creep who Haley had run into in high school. "Wow... that's amazing."
"Crazy, right?"
"I can't believe it... he never played professional basketball but his arms still look like that? Damn..."
"Hey now!" At the realisation that his wife had been admiring something more than the baking on the screen, Nathan grabbed his phone back and stuffed it back into his pocket. Haley laughed at the scowl that had scrunched through his glacial blue eyes.
"Come on, baby, you know no one has better arms than you do."
"Damn straight," Nathan pouted adorably, and Haley couldn't help but nuzzle into the warmth of his neck before placing a light kiss where his pulse jumped beneath his skin. Her man was incredible; she had been stressed and rounding the corner of becoming a grumpy witch with all the things she needed to do before Christmas Day, but her husband's efforts to help her out melted all of that away. That he followed someone else's instructions was monumental enough, but that he took something he had no idea how to do and learned from someone he had so little respect for, all for Haley's sake... well. She was one lucky girl.
"So you learnt how to do all of this from Damien West's videos?"
"Yeah, he's really good, Hales. He explains things really well and his instructions are so easy to follow. Kinda like you were with tutoring."
Another piece of Haley's heart melted. "How did I get so lucky?"
Nathan's eyes darkened as they perused her curves, flames licked over her body in the wake of his gaze. "It helps that you're hot."
"Ohhh honey, you are definitely getting some sugar tonight."
With a quirk of a dark eyebrow, Nathan stepped closer. Haley felt the heat of him already, his standard intoxicating scent mingling with the sugary aroma in the air. Her body responded immediately as she felt the tingle of her nipples tightening against the silk of her bra, the matching panties growing damp with her arousal.
"What about right now?"
There was no way Nathan Scott could use that husky, sex-roughened voice and receive anything but his wife's instinctive response as she literally leapt into his arms, holding onto his broad shoulders as her thighs tightened around his hips and her ankles crossed at the base of his spine. Their lips met in a wet, hot kiss, their tongues twirling and curling around each other in familiarity. Nathan's hands delved beneath her blouse; it took one to unfasten the back clasp as the other pushed under the wire at the front to lift it away and tease the flesh of her breast.
In a move of athleticism that was only revealed when Haley was anticipating Nathan's body on hers, she loosened her grip and leapt back down to the kitchen floor. Tearing her lips away from his, she took the opportunity to inhale a lungful of air as Nathan took the opportunity to lift her top and bra over her arms and head. A deep growled ripped from Nathan's throat, and she had barely lifted one leg up to wrap around his thigh before she felt his powerful arms hoist her up and back onto the chill of their kitchen counter. Not one to waste an opportunity to undress her former professional basketball playing husband, Haley's hands found the hem of the plaid flannel button-down shirt he was wearing and tugged it up over the rippling muscles of his back. As his hands came back down to brace himself above her, she attached her lips to the protruding cartilage of Nathan's Adam's Apple, her tongue swirling against the warm flesh. Haley felt the vibrations of his moan against her mouth and she moved lower; this time her tongue dipped into the notch at the base of his throat, between his collarbones.
Haley squealed as Nathan pulled his body away from hers and pulled her further down the counter, so her butt rested at the end, her legs dangling towards the ground. His patented I know I'm hot and now I'm going to do dirty things to you face loomed above her. A split second later, she emitted another squeal as he reached for one of the squeezy tubes she'd been using earlier and fisted it in his strong hand. Two pairs of eyes watched in anticipation as a thin rope of red icing emerged from the tip of the bottle and landed in a loopy swirl around Haley's puckered, pink areola.
Nathan wasted no time before swooping down and attaching his mouth to her small nub, his tongue swirling furiously over her nipple. The combination of his warm saliva and the sticky icing dissolving into granules of powdered sugar over such a sensitive area had Haley moaning loudly. She latched onto the back of Nathan's head, her fingers delving into his raven-black hair, trying to push him even closer, urging him not to stop.
"Yesss..." she hissed as electric volts of pleasure shot from her breasts straight to her core. She writhed against the cool, hard counter and pressed her thighs tightly together in response to her aching center. The cool air that hit her as Nathan pulled away only fuelled the inferno raging through her body. Seconds later, her husband was squeezing more icing onto her other breast, his mouth following shortly after.
"Ohhh... more, Nathan. I need more. Please."
"Tell me what you want, Hales."
"Bite me, baby."
Glancing down, Haley could only see the top of Nathan's mussed up head of hair, but she felt his compliance as his teeth bit down on the tip of her nipple. Her responding moan was loud and appreciative. Wanting to feel more of his sexy body, she rubbed her hands over the strong contours of his back, unable to help her fingers from digging into his flesh with pleasure.
"Fuck, baby. You taste fucking amazing."
Nathan's Cheshire cat grin came into focus, and Haley couldn't help but clench her inner muscles as she saw his talented tongue, reddened with the colour of the icing he'd just been licking off her breasts, sweep around his lips.
"And the icing's not bad, either," he added, lecherously.
"Well, then you better save some for me."
Haley pushed herself off the counter, taking a bottle of icing with her in one hand, the other pushed on her husband's solid chest until he was lying where she had been seconds before. She took in the sight of his bare torso, the large expanse of warm, inviting skin and muscle waiting for her next move, and smiled wickedly.
Nathan had to strain to lift his head up in order to watch his wife standing over him at the end of the counter, but it was a hell of a view. Haley's wavy hair was falling away from the quick ponytail she'd whipped it up in before they'd started icing, her cheeks flushed with excitement and arousal. Nathan admired the way her glorious breasts, bare and exposed for him, heaved with every breath. She was still in her jeans, and he caught the barest glimpse of the jewel-green lace of her panties that he'd seen earlier that morning
But it was her smile that transfixed him the most. It was a smile that no one in the world had seen, but him. The smile that he hadn't seen until after their wedding night, until after they'd made love over and over until she gained the confidence to take control. The smile that held so much promise and she always delivered.
Anticipation fizzed over him until, finally, he felt the light tickle of icing on his stomach. The action of lifting his head up had tightened his abs, and Haley was gleefully squeezing icing into the deep grooves that were clearly visible over his midsection.
"Fuuuu..." he groaned, too absorbed in the pleasure his wife's tongue was giving him to bother with the end of his proclamation. His abs as an erogenous zone was another surprising discovery made in the early days of their marriage. Nothing felt quite like the feel of Haley's delicate fingers, hot tongue or even her soft hair brushing over them as she descended south.
Nathan felt Haley swirl her tongue inside his navel, collecting the sweetness that sat in the small crevice. His hips bucked upwards as she sucked on the hard flesh between the V of his hip bones, the slight pull of his happy trail with her teeth sending what felt like lightning bolts straight to his dick.
"Damn baby, I love that hot mouth of yours," he swore, desperately seeking friction against his too-tight jeans.
His head dropped back to the hard counter with a loud thump, but Nathan barely felt it. The only sensation he was focussed on was the way Haley licked and nipped her way across his skin. The clink of his belt buckle being unfastened told him he needed to lift his hips, and he was rewarded by the scrape of Haley's nails as she dragged them over the cheeks of his ass as she removed his jeans and boxers.
Lying naked on a surface regularly used for cooking didn't seem like the most sanitary thing in the world, but it was the last thing on Nathan's mind. Crunching his stomach once more, he lifted his head high enough to catch his wife's gaze as her head lowered. She was sexy as hell; molten flecks of heat danced in her eyes as she watched him watch her. Haley didn't look away as she gently swirled the icing tube around his thick erection, their stare unbreakable until, at last, Haley's mouth began to descend over his length.
"Yesss... oh fuck," Nathan cursed, as Haley's mouth engulfed him. It felt like her hands were everywhere - scraping over his stomach, tickling his tightening sac, stroking even lower to massage that spot behind his balls that drove him crazier than he'd been in his life. She sucked him firmly, taking more and more of him into her mouth with each bob of her head. Nathan groaned again as he felt the light scrape of her teeth as her mouth moved upwards, collecting the sticky sweet icing as she went.
"That's it baby," he crooned, gently guiding Haley with his hands in her hair.
As Haley's tongue hit the tip of his shaft, Nathan struggled to stop his hips from bucking upwards, all but shoving his dick into her mouth. After all their years together, Haley knew Nathan was past the point of teasing and she doubled her efforts in sucking him off, hollowing her cheeks further and working her head up and down at a rapid pace. As she added the vibrations of her throat as she moaned in pleasure, Nathan's body was overrun to his peak and as soon as the head of his cock stroked the back of her throat again, he let himself go.
Groaning with the effort, Nathan released himself inside of Haley's mouth, his entire body shuddering as she continued to lick and suck until there was nothing left. She pulled off him with a smack, and Nathan twitched again at the sight of his wife's tongue running across her mouth and inside her cheeks to savour every last drop of him.
"Mmm... Talk about icing on the cake," Haley purred. "But the filling of this cake was even better."
Nathan wasn't even sure if her analogy made sense - his brain had become a foggy mess since he'd pulled her bra and top off - but he had enough cognitive function to meet Haley's hooded gaze and said, "I know something that tastes a hell of a lot better than icing. Get naked and get over here."
He heard the sound of her jeans dropping to the tiled floor, and seconds later his wife appeared above him on her hands and knees. She dropped her hips, as if to feel him against her wet core, until Nathan stopped her by placing his hands on her hips.
"I meant, get over here."
His growl was as sharp as the tug of his hands. Haley shuffled on her knees until they framed Nathan's head.
There was nothing sweeter than the taste of Haley's arousal, in Nathan's opinion. The juices that had smeared across the very top of her inner thighs were like an appetizer, a teaser to the main event. He opened his mouth wide and sucked the soft flesh, tasting the mixture of Haley's body wash underneath her wetness. He worked his way closer to her center, the taste and smell of her intensifying as he tugged on her lower lips, pulling them into his mouth and sucking gently.
"Dammit, Nathan, don't tease me." Haley begged as Nathan gripped her hips tighter, his strength overriding hers as she desperately tried to move against his mouth.
"Mmm..." he moaned loudly into her core, knowing the vibrations would add to Haley's arousal as hers had done to him. After gently making sure that the outside of Haley's body was free of her juices, he made his move. His hands moved around to her ass and he kneaded the flesh, simultaneously pulling her down and shoving his tongue deep inside her.
Fuck icing, nothing tasted better than Haley James Scott. Nathan feasted on her centre before moving his slickened tongue over her clit, lightly licking, teasing her gently.
"Oh... God, Nathan, yesssss, more, more, moooore..."
Nathan sucked her clit gently, the soft action juxtaposed by his index and middle finger working their way inside her as he reached for her g-spot with unrelenting pressure. He was rewarded with a scream of pleasure while Haley squirmed more forcefully against his mouth.
"Oh God yes, that's it baby," she babbled incoherently. He wished he could see her, kneeling above his head, her hands pinching and pulling her nipples as she rode his face. The mental image alone was enough for Nathan's erection, which hadn't fully abated from his orgasm, twitching.
Feeling her inner muscles tightening around his fingers, Nathan knew how close Haley was and eased a third finger to join the others. He knew he'd get his dick in there soon enough, but for now he focused on rubbing the roughened spot inside her with renewed vigor, feeling as she moved purposefully until she exploded with a scream and coating Nathan's face with her delectable juices.
"Yes, yes, yesss..." Haley hissed, her hips slowing their rocking against Nathan's oh-so-talented mouth. Nathan continued to feast on whatever she gave him, letting her control the pace and pressure as her orgasm rocked her body in waves.
Eventually, he felt her shuddering with over-sensitivity instead of pleasure, and she eased one knee over his head to join the other until she was sitting primly on the counter beside him. Nathan couldn't help but grin widely at the sight.
"This year, I don't think we should leave cookies and milk out for Santa. That delicious pussy of yours will sustain him."
"Nathan!" She squealed with a laugh and a swat of her hand to his bare chest. "And what will you tell the kids?"
"That Santa was too worn out to deliver presents after Mommy rode his face like she was a bronc rider?"
"Nathan!"
"What?" Nathan feigned innocence again as he hauled his upper body off the counter so he was sitting beside his wife. "At least you get to ride barebacked."
Haley laughed and started to move off the kitchen counter. Her previous stress and haste had been completely eradicated by her husband's talented tongue. She wasn't entirely sure if it was being able to tick the cookies for Lydia's Christmas party off her list or the orgasm that was the added bonus to the detour Nathan had asked her to make, but either way, he was responsible for her brilliant smile and her dated feeling of bonelessness.
"Alright then, Santa. I've still got to get to the studio this afternoon, so you better help me clean up this mess."
"But I just did!"
Haley rolled her eyes, but turned around so that Nathan could see her smile. Before she could speak again, she found herself suspended in mid-air, cradled in Nathan's arms as he carried her out of the kitchen.
"Nathan Scott! Put me down! We need to clean up!"
"We are," he insisted, stepping over their piles of clothes and moving into the hallway. He cheekily pinched her butt, causing another squeal.
"Then where are you taking me?"
"Where else would we go to clean up, Hales?"
Nathan easily climbed the stairs with his wife in his arms, a determined man on a mission. Leaving the mess and remnants of icing in the kitchen below, the couple laughed their way into their master bathroom and into the shower.
It was, they both decided to themselves, going to be a very, merry Christmas indeed.
The End.