AN: 24 has been cancelled.
Emily entered the bedroom upon finishing up Noelle's five AM diaper change to find Alex splayed out on the bed wearing only a set of red velvet lingerie with white fuzzy trim. She was looking up at Emily through her lashes with those innocent doe eyes that never failed to drive Emily absolutely feral...
"Is this my gift?" Emily asked, shucking off her robe so she was left in the boxer/tank top combo she wore to sleep in.
Alex nodded, teeth raking over her bottom lip coyly. "Come unwrap it..." she purred, playing with the bow on her hip.
Emily moved to straddle Alex's hips, tangling her fingers in her hair and pulling her in for a searing kiss. When she eventually pulled back for air, she teased, "Does this gift mean I've been nice or naughty?"
With a little laugh, Alex replied, "Perhaps a little of both."
She smirked, then dove back in for another kiss. She kept Alex pinned beneath her while she proceeded to tease her relentlessly until she was squirming and mewling in a desperate wordless plea for more than she was getting.
Finally, taking pity on her obvious desperation, Emily moved to unhook her bra so she could feast on her breasts...and she'd just sunk her teeth into the swell of her right breast, leaving a perfect ring of teeth marks which she was busily laving her tongue over, when she noticed that Alex was decidedly distracted.
"Did you hear that?" Alex asked when Emily stopped what she was doing.
"Hear what?" Emily asked, seeing as her attention had been fully and completely devoted to the half-naked woman below her.
Alex was silent a moment as she listened. Then, "That noise... I think it's coming from downstairs."
"I didn't hear anything," Emily insisted...not that she was listening all that hard, seeing as she was more concerned with getting back to unwrapping her Christmas gift.
She remained unconvinced, though. "I'm going to check it out," she said, wriggling out from underneath her and reaching for her robe.
"But..." Emily protested, pouting. "We were..."
"I'll be right back," Alex assured her, "I promise we'll get right back to whatever your filthy mind is imagining." She tipped her a wink, then slipped out the bedroom door.
She made it halfway down the stairs before she knew for certain there was something – or, more accurately, someone – afoot. She paused on the stairwell upon hearing a crash, followed by, "Shit! Fuck!" Then, another crash.
It took Alex a moment or two to place the voice, since it had been awhile since she'd heard it, but as soon as she did, she came rushing down the stairs. "Scott!?" she hissed, doing her best to keep her voice down so as not to wake up anyone upstairs, mainly Noelle. "What the Hell are you doing here?"
He whirled around at the sound of her voice. "Shit, Lex...you're supposed to be asleep."
Still puzzled, she cocked her head and said dryly, "It's kind of hard to sleep when you're doing here like a bull in a china shop..." She paused, waiting for some kind of explanation. "Seriously, why are you here?"
Deliberately avoiding looking at her, he gestured vaguely at her open robe and stammered, "Could you maybe... You know... Cover up all the...bare parts?"
She glanced down sharply, apparently only just realizing she'd forgotten to tie up her robe. "Shit, sorry..." she squeaked, turning away from him to adjust the sash to ensure all the essential bits were covered up. Once she was certain she was fully covered, she turned back to once again demand, "What are you doing here?"
"Dad invited me," he said with a little shrug.
"At five AM?" she countered.
He gestured down at his Santa outfit as if that explained everything. When she still seemed confused, he said, "I'm Santa...I'm bringing gifts for my niece."
"Well, could you be quieter about it?" she said, "Because if you wake your niece, you can take care of her until a decent hour."