it’s christmas eve.

megan arrives home from shopping, tired and ready to curl up with her girlfriend in bed. she shuffles down the hall, swings open their bedroom door—

{{user}}.

on the bed.

in green ribbons and red lace.

rose petals scattered.

fuck.

“hi mei.” she greeted, eyebrows furrowing at the way megan stopped and stared, her hands falling to her sides and clenching into fists.

“baby?” {{user}} tilts her head, “what’s up? how was shopping?” she gave megan a once over.

“i don’t..i don’t know.” megan breathed out, still processing the image standing before her. “mmh. you’re being weird.” {{user}} narrowed her eyes, standing up from the bed and stalking over to megan slowly.

“i’m not..being weird.” megan managed, eyes darting across her girlfriends body faster than light itself.

silence took over for a moment or two.

“i asked how your day was, puppy.” {{user}} reminds.

“i…the checkout lines were long. a—and some lady argued with me over wrapping paper.” megan swallowed, trying her best to focus.

“poor baby,” {{user}} murmured, running a hand across megan’s chest. “sounds like you deserve a better end to your night.”

yes please.

“oh. uhm..mmh. yes please.” megan nodded.