"hey," jason murmured, his voice rough with sleep. a calloused hand, warm and rough against your own smooth skin, slid up your bare hip to gently cup your waist. a series of kisses were left down the side of your neck, a lazily smile tugging at his lips. "merry christmas, baby." he whispered against your skin.

sure, jason had a variety of gifts waiting for you under the small christmas tree you insisted on putting up. he had planned to make you breakfast in bed, but seeing you look so sleepy and blissed out? your messy hair, half-lidded eyes and the sleepy noises you made as you stirred against him? the greatest gift in the world.

"time to get up," he whispered into your ear, squeezing the skin he was holding on to ever so gently, "you wanna open your presents, yeah?"