Jingles bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way~

Vi's leg kept bouncing up and down as she waited in line to buy a cup of coffee.

Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh!

Her eyebrow twitched this time.

Holidays.

Christmas, in particular, could go fucking jingle down an ass crack for all she could care. Every, single, damned year, the same shitty music would play. The same festivity would be splattered across most stores and the colors red and green painted over every public place and porch in town, practically bleaching her eyes! She never understood it. She didn't want to.

For most of the population, the end of the year was a good thing. Saying cheers to a new start and bye to the old shit, giving gifts to loved ones, and meeting up with families for the break. Sure, it was the bullshit excuse most people used to unload their stress and enjoy their time. People needed something to keep themselves together and carry on the will to live. Vi understood that. She did.

But it just wasn't her vibe.

Why?

Because Christmas was the day she lost her parents in a car accident.

Christmas Eve was the day her adoptive father got a work injury, before passing a week later on New Year's Day.

Hell, even December was a shitshow because bad news came knocking on her walls literally every year. One year, she got fired and laid off on the first day of the month. The next year, she got into a car accident which totaled her car, leaving her with only her feet to drag her ass to work. Ah, and she shouldn't forget that one time her ex cheated on her a week before Christmas.

So forgive Vi for hating the holiday season.

Nothing good ever came out of it, and she wanted nothing more than to hit the fast-forward button so time could pass by in a blur. She even hated the seasonal flavors and scent because peppermint was literally toothpaste and every one after it was just artificial ass. Who the hell likes eating toothpaste? And don't even get her started on the smell of pine trees. Her car spun out one year, and she fucking slid into one and almost died by a branch to the face.

How jolly!

Hey, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way~

She sighed as the line barely moved. Everyone apparently loved ordering coffee at the same time. Now, the only bright side of the holiday season was that most stores were well staffed, meaning faster service despite the busier traffic flow. Nah, who was she kidding, there was no bright side to that. By the time she had her wonderful black cup of coffee in hand (with no sugar or cream, of course), she was out the door. She took a quick sip, burning her tongue in the process, before almost eating shit and slipping on black ice. Some coffee spilled on her hand and she winced before hissing out loud.

"God dammit—"

She groaned before rolling her eyes and continuing her walk home. When she was just around the corner, the last strip away from her home, a stupid kid came out of nowhere and rammed into her, knocking her coffee to the floor.

"Ow— sorry!"

The little shit didn't even bat an eye before running off. Vi was about to murder someone because not only was that kid wearing the ugliest Christmas gear around, her coffee was on the fucking floor now.

"God dammit…"

She groaned before breathing through her nose.

"It's fine. Everything's totally fine."

She picked up her mess before walking inside her apartment. She quickly threw the reminiscence in the trash before wiping her hands on her pants and checking her mail. There were a few letters inside, mostly just spam mail, so she threw that away before making her way up to her floor. She frowned when she saw a letter from the landlord.

"This can't be good…"

She quickly ripped it open before reading it, and basically what she got out of it was that she was fucked.

"You're fucking kidding me."

She stopped in her tracks before reading it over a few times.

"God fucking dammit…"

She looked up at the ceiling before cursing out loud.

Bad news, in simple words, due to some renovation bullshit, she was getting kicked out of her apartment. Good news, they had a room available for her a few floors up and her rent would be the same. That was great. Except for the fact that she had to move all her shit up three floors in two days.

December was cursed.

Even better, the goddamn elevator was fucking broken. Hah! What a joke… Vi was about to seriously murder someone. There goes having the weekend off. Day one of her sudden need to move consisted of mostly packing packable shit into large containers and moving the small stuff up to her new room. Day two, though, was fucking torture. Now, she was on the fitter side of the population since she was a gym trainer but, she was heavily soaking in sweat by the time she got up most of her furniture up the stairs somewhere, and fucking hell, that shit was heavy.

Vi was heaving labored breaths as she leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. She was finally done. Her old apartment was basically empty, ignoring some trash bags here and there. She just needed to catch her breath before getting back down there and praying that her legs wouldn't give up on her.

She was glad she was a fit person.

Otherwise, there was no way in hell she'd be able to pull this off in two days. She swiped some more sweat off her face with her shirt before noticing someone approaching her.

"Hello!"

Strike one.

She groaned at this boy's peppy spirits. This couldn't be good.

"Did you just move in?"

"You can say that."

"Would you be interested in buying some holiday snacks and treats?"

Strike two.

She did not just ask her that. Did it look like she was in the mood to buy snacks?

"Sorry kid, not interested."

"Why not?"

"Not a fan."

"Well, that's not jolly."

Oh, how badly she wanted to slap this kid.

"Sorry kid, it's been a long day for me. Just go back home and drink some hot cocoa or something."

"So you don't want to sing jingles bell with me?"

Anddd, strike three.

"Why the heck would I sing that with you?"

"You said you would!"

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did!"

A nerve snapped and Vi snarled before snapping at him. "Well, you can just go jingle up your piehole and down the chimney!"

The kid blinked in shock, half not understanding her words and half shocked that she raised her voice. After a second, he just shrugged before running off. Once they were out of earshot, Vi slammed her head on the wall.

"Fucking hell…"

That's when she heard a snort.

Vi turned before watching her neighbor come outside.

"Sorry," she started, covering her mouth to hide her laughter. "I don't mean to laugh or eavesdrop. I was on my way out, and it's the first time I've heard him run off without singing jingle bells."

She scoffed. "This isn't the first time?"

She gave her a curt smile. "If only." She walked over before offering her a hand. "I assume you're my new neighbor? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Caitlyn."

Vi looked at her hand before wiping her hand on her pants and shaking it. "Vi." She then blinked, eyeing her eye patch and getting her to get self-conscious about it."

"Ah, the eye patch. I got injured during a practice match. Self-defense and all."

Humming at that, Vi shrugged. "Kinda cool."

Caitlyn smiled at her compliment. "Thanks, I'll see you around then, Vi?"

"Yeah, see ya around."

Her neighbor gave her one last smile before walking off, and Vi couldn't help but stare at her ass. Once she was gone, she whistled before mumbling to herself.

"Damn… she's hot."

And so, that was the start of her friendship with her new neighbor. Turns out they had a lot more in common than Vi thought. Their sense of humor was similar, they got along well personality-wise, and were just a year apart, with Caitlyn being older than her by one year.

The best part of their new-found friendship was that, it turns out, Caitlyn hated the holidays as well. Something about being forced to attend boring and dreadful parties every time. She moved into this apartment not too long ago, so she didn't have any friends either, not like she had much beforehand. She was a writer so she worked at home most of the time, leaving her with a super flexible schedule, and mystery, in particular, was her favorite genre to write and consume.

In comparison, Vi worked at a gym as a private trainer. Fairly flexible schedules as well because if she couldn't make an in-person session, she could send a detailed list and video of what to do. Her clientele wasn't too picky either and was determined, so she struck gold with them.

That and that she made a killer peach cobbler.

Fuck, that tasted amazing, and Vi almost moaned when she first ate it. Her strawberry cupcakes were also bomb as fuck, so forget about those stupid boring Christmas cakes and gingerbread-flavored desserts. It'd be an understatement that she was becoming addicted to Caitlyn's cupcakes. It was amazing how quickly they were becoming friends like they were born soulmates or something, and it wasn't until a week of their new friendship that things took a turn. Vi stepped up to her door only to freeze when she saw a familiar purple hair.

Impossible.

There was no way her ex was hovering around at her front door. She must have been tripping. How the hell did she even know that she moved up here? She didn't tell anyone about it, since it was just a few floors up. The frown on her face only deepened and right when she was about to turn away and make her escape, that overly sweet voice called out to her.

"Vi! There you are, I've been looking all over for you, why didn't you tell me you moved up here, honey?"

No way.

She couldn't believe her ears. She turned around with a tight smile before forcing out, "Sorry, didn't realize you still thought we were together after two years."

"Of course we are, hun!" She exclaimed oh so loud, and Vi questioned why she dated her in the first place. "We were just taking a break, that's all."

Huh, after two years? That was some hell of a 'break' she didn't know about then. Talk about luck. Of course, her ex was crazy enough to stalk her and coax her into giving whatever she wanted now. Was it money? Sex? Vi didn't care. Not anymore.

"Sorry, Janice, I guess I wasn't clear enough after I found you in someone else's bed. We're through. Broken up like a clean cut towel after a nice dry wash."

"Oh, you're just being silly, Violet!"

Ugh. Well, she just shivered at the sound of her name. God, did it sound so gross and sickening coming out of her mouth. Vi sighed deeply before standing tall.

"As I've said, I'm not interested, so I'd appreciate it if you leave. Don't make me call the cops on you."

She gasped dramatically as if that was the craziest thing she had ever heard. "You wouldn't!"

Vi groaned, trying to think of some sort of solution. Why was December such a pain? It wasn't until she heard someone walk up from behind that made her turn. Her eyes brightened up when she saw who it was, Caitlyn. She made eye contact before pouting and whispering for help. Caitlyn raised an eyebrow before glancing past her and making eye contact with Janice.

"Who the hell is she?" Janice so kindly asked.

Caitlyn just lifted an eyebrow. "Who are you?"

"Her girlfriend, of course."

Caitlyn's eyebrow creased further as she walked over to Vi's side. She then tilted her head back, looking at her ex with a condescending voice, before looking at Vi. "Care to explain, Violet."

Oh… that was hot.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew it was a mistake telling Caitlyn her full name. Vi cleared her throat before choking up a response. "Oh, uh… no one important."

Humming as she crossed her arms, Caitlyn stood there like she owned the place. "I see."

"Vi! Who. Is. She?" Her ex demanded again.

Yikes. Vi could practically see Caitlyn seething from behind, and damn, she wished she could see her face right now.

"Caitlyn Kiramman," she finally answered before taking another step forward with her head held high. She then held out her hand before adding, "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Vi's girlfriend."

Say what?

Her jaw dropped.

As nice as that would be, what was going on?

"What? Her girlfriend? Impossible, she only belongs to me!"

Caitlyn's eyebrow twitched. "Excuse you? Vi doesn't belong to anyone but herself."

She scoffed before pointing her finger at her. "There's no way Vi would date someone like you!"

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Caitlyn countered back.

"Exactly as I said! You're a fake, just a nobody!"

Caitlyn laughed before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry to break the news to you, darling, but Vi has moved on. We have a very passionate relationship, so I would appreciate it if you could crawl back down the hole you climbed out of and leave us alone."

"No way! Prove it, prove that you're dating!"

Talk about being persistent.

Caitlyn sighed again before facing Vi. She then walked over and carefully pulled her in a hug by the waist. It was fairly intimate, and Caitlyn slowly raised her hands and wrapped her arms around her shoulders while making eye contact. Vi twitched, but she eyed her lips as they slowly leaned into each other. Before she knew it, their lips touched and everything spiraled out of control there.

Her lips had to be the softest thing alive.

Her height was really doing things for her.

Her waist, god fucking damn, felt amazing wrapped around her arms.

Did she forget to mention she was a fucking fantastic kisser?

Vi let out a soft moan by mistake. They parted with a wet part, and they were so focused on each other's eyes and lips that they didn't even notice Vi's ex screaming a storm. The following went as follows… Vi dragged Caitlyn into her apartment (because they couldn't just go into separate doors at this point), she pulled her to her bed, and they tore each other's clothes off before having the most amazing sex in her life.

And yes, Vi confirmed that Caitlyn had the sexiest body and pants alive.

Maybe it was a bad thing that they were neighbors. They kept going to each other's rooms at every other hour like a bad addiction they had a rebound to. If Vi was not showing up at Caitlyn's door at five in the morning, Caitlyn would be sneaking inside her place by 9:00 P.M., and let's just say… Vi stopped doing cardio at the gym.

Vi had a firm grip on Caitlyn's hips as she aggressively pounded her from behind. Her hips kept smacking against her ass, and it was hard not rolling her hips back and forth. It felt so fucking good that she was the one moaning uncontrollably.

God, she fucking loved Caitlyn's sex toys.

She was stunned by the large selection she had. She wasn't expecting someone like Caitlyn to have such a wide variety and taste in using adult toys. However, she wasn't a stranger to using them, of course. It took her by shock, seeing this many toys in one place that wasn't in a sex shop. Naturally… Her favorite leaned toward the strap-on. She just loved fucking the hell out of her pussy and how good her partners looked beneath her, panting and coming undone with her cock.

Caitlyn wasn't comparable to her shitty exes.

Not by a long shot.

Vi slapped Caitlyn's ass before rapidly thrusting her hips. She was reaching her limit and god, she wanted to cum together so bad. When that high came, she bucked and collapsed onto Caitlyn's back, twitching and cuming as she humped her from behind.

Another thing that Vi found herself enjoying was the way Caitlyn expressed her arousal. It took a few times for her to confirm it, but once she did, it turned her on more than ever. She wasn't the vocal type in bed. She was a panter and heavy breather, and fucking hell that aroused Vi like no other.

"Fuck—"

Vi couldn't stop rocking her hips as she rode Caitlyn's cock. She didn't think switching roles would feel so good, but it did. Caitlyn was expectedly more aggressive than she imagined, and there was no way Vi could resist.

"Aah— AAH!"

Every time Vi lifted her hips, Caitlyn pulled back. Every time Vi slammed her hips down, Caitlyn thrust up. This was the first time someone matched her stamina, let alone fucked her with as much aggression as she wanted. Vi just couldn't stop moaning as she bounced up and down Caitlyn's cock and, god, there was no way in hell she was going to stop riding her.

What killed it for Vi, though, was when Caitlyn dug her nails into her hips. She suddenly increased her pace and Vi bucked. She screamed at the top of her lungs before collapsing into her face, and fuck, that was a mistake. Caitlyn immediately latched onto her nipple, and she practically passed out from the pleasure.

How many times have they had sex now?

Vi felt like it's been months, if not years, since they've been having sex. She knew Caitlyn's body like the back of her hand by now, and December hadn't even ended yet. She never imagined that she'd be having the time of her life in this shitty month, and for a second, she almost forgot how much she hated the holidays.

"Fuck…" Vi panted as she held Caitlyn's legs above her head, all while aggressively thrusting her cock. This view was to die for, and she could take her eyes off how messier her pussy looked getting pounded by her cock.

Caitlyn's aroused breath was all it took to trigger her orgasm. "Mmh— Violet…"

"Fuck—" Vi released Caitlyn's legs before embracing her and pumping her hips.

They both twitched, bodies coming undone together as an amazing high washed over their toes and spine. Vi was a panting mess by the time they enjoyed the aftershock of their orgasms.

"Can I… ask you a question, Vi?" Caitlyn panted before pressing her face into her neck.

"Mmh?" Vi pushed herself just enough to look her in the eyes. "What's up, Cupcake? Need me to pull out?"

Caitlyn shook her head. "You're fine, I just… it's just my parents."

"Uhuh…"

"They have um… been pestering me about having a partner and well, I may have told them I was seeing someone and um…"

"Mmhmm…"

"Will you— will you attend a Christmas party with me?"

Vi groaned at that. "Seriously? You're asking me to attend a Christmas party?" She pulled out her cock, getting Caitlyn to wince, before taking off her harness. "Cait… you know I don't do Christmas."

"I know, I just… I was just hoping you could attend with me… since we both hate Christmas and since we're both together now."

"Oh, so we're together now?"

Her question made Caitlyn's eyes widen in shock. "Are we not— I thought we were—" she frowned and had the biggest puppy eyes out there. "We're not together?"

Well, she instantly regretted that.

"No no!" Vi pulled Caitlyn into her chest. "We're together." She sighed before kissing her head. "Just thought I wouldn't have to go to a Christmas Party this year since we both hate it, but now that I think about it, I remember you saying you were forced to attend."

Caitlyn smiled sadly before nuzzling into her chest. "Luckily, it only happens once a year."

"Don't tell me there's a dress code…?"

"Formal attire."

Vi looked her in the eyes with a frown. "Great."

xXx

Vi adjusted her black watch as a nervous tick before fixing her tie. She was wearing a red suit with black accents. She looked great in her opinion with her nicest black dress shoes, black socks, black belt, black shirt, and even black tie, but standing in front of a huge ass door attached to a mansion was on a whole nother level. She glanced down at her red suit again, feeling underwhelming, before looking at Caitlyn.

Compared to her, Caitlyn was wearing a long sky-blue dress with a slit right at her waist and legs. She was wearing gold accessories: a necklace, bracelets, rings, a hairpin, and matching blue heels. She looked amazing, but they were most definitely not matching in color palettes and for once, Vi was regretting her life decisions.

"Cait!" Vi whispered in a scream, "You didn't tell me you were fucking rich!"

She winced. "I wouldn't say rich…"

"You're kidding me." Vi deadpanned before pointing at the garden. "You have a fucking fountain on your front porch." She pointed at the driveway, "Hell! We drove to your front door!"

Caitlyn sighed. "So you've never heard of the Kiramman name?"

"Am I supposed to?" Vi cupped her face before dragging it down. "Holy shit…" She faced Caitlyn before glancing down at her lower region. "This means I've been dining on fine pussy and—"

Her eyes snapped open. "Violet, that's vulgar!"

"Ugh, I'm the idiot, I'm in the wrong. I should've known the second I heard your stupid, sexy posh accent."

Chuckling at that comment, Caitlyn nudged her shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Vi looked her dead in the eyes before smiling. "Means you got a voice of gold…" She eyed her lips before leaning up. She hovered for a second and giggled, closing the gap.

Caitlyn smiled into their kiss as she rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up."

The sound of someone clearing their voice made them turn. They both froze up and Vi was mortified as Caitlyn gave them a tight smile.

"Henry, pleased to see you."

"Ms. Caitlyn," he bowed before eyeing Vi. "Your mother is expecting you and your partner."

"Of course," Caitlyn nodded at him before grabbing Vi by her arm. "Let's go, Violet."

Vi gave him an awkward grin before following after Caitlyn. Once they were out of earshot, she shot Caitlyn a look before whispering, "You have a butler?"

She didn't look phased at all. "Yes…?"

Snorting at that, Vi let out a dry laugh. "You have a butler." She deadpanned again. "I thought that was only on TV!"

Caitlyn's nose scrunched. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

Vi's eyes immediately trailed up to the huge family portrait plastered on the central column before she gasped out loud. "Caitlyn."

"Violet." Her girlfriend's lips thinned out, trying not to laugh out loud, before Caitlyn rolled her eyes and beat her to it. "Yes, we have a family portrait in our foyer."

Her lips curled into a teasing smile before Vi noted, "Foyer?"

Caitlyn opened her mouth to say a comeback, but before she could, a particular chime made them both groan out loud in unison.

Dashing through the snow~

In a one-horse open sleigh~

"Caitlyn." Vi pouted at her girlfriend before continuing, "You did not mention there would be Christmas music."

She just sighed. "My father… loves Christmas."

"Oh, psshh. I couldn't tell from the ridiculous amount of strings and fake snow in your driveway." She sarcastically sassed with an eye roll.

Caitlyn sighed before nodding ahead. "Let's just get this over with. The longer we fool around, the longer we'll have to 'entertain' our guests."

Her eyebrows frowned. "Ugh, you're not expecting me to greet snobby rich people, are you?"

"No, Violet," Caitlyn quickly answered before smirking, "I expect you to stand there and look pretty for me." She chuckled when her girlfriend blushed before kissing her cheek and leading the way. "Come on, we can fool around in my bedroom later."

"Oh— well, why didn't you say so in the first place, my love? Lead the way." To tease her even further, Vi stopped to grab her hand before kissing her knuckles.

That made Caitlyn let out an unattractive grunt. "I'm never living this down, am I?"

"What makes you think that?" She waited a second before adding, "My lady."

Caitlyn nudged her arm this time. "Oh, shut up."

"Hey!" Vi chuckled before rubbing it in one last time. "This is what happens when you bring someone who hates Christmas to a Christmas party, Cupcake."

Laughing at that, Caitlyn lifted an eyebrow as a silly thought passed her mind. "As long as you don't tell someone to jingle up their piehole and down the chimney, I'll be happy."

Vi sighed this time. "That was only one time."

"To a child, no less."

"Well, did you want me to tell him to shove it up his ass and eat it? That's not exactly PG-13, Cait." Vi loosely argued as they walked down the corridor.

"Like your Christmas version was, Violet?" Caitlyn easily countered back. "You're lucky that kid is dense. If not, I'm sure you'd be dealing with their parents."

"Then they can take it and shove their holiday season spirit up their ass! Not my fault they're not watching over their kid."

Caitlyn let out a loud laugh. "I have a feeling this party is going to be the best I've attended."

"Hmm, what makes you say that?"

She hummed with a smile. "Just a hunch." She kissed Vi's lips before eyeing the ballroom door. "Are you ready, Vi?"

Vi sighed before rolling her eyes. "Let's just get this over with."