63 All I Want For Christmas
Passionate Night
Silent night
Passionate night
All is hot
All is right
Our kisses start
gentle and mild
heating quickly
tender and wild
Deep in heavenly bliss
Deep in heavenly bliss
Silent night
Passionate night
All is hot
all is right
Feeling glorious
in your arms
desire runs deep
can’t resist your charms
Deep in heavenly bliss
Deep in heavenly bliss
Silent night
Passionate night
All is hot
All is right
Our passion burns
the sparks do fly
I feel so good
I could cry
Deep in heavenly bliss
Deep in heavenly bliss
Passionate Night
Silent night
Passionate night
All is hot
All is right
Our kisses start
gentle and mild
heating quickly
tender and wild
Deep in heavenly bliss
Deep in heavenly bliss
Silent night
Passionate night
All is hot
all is right
Feeling glorious
in your arms
desire runs deep
can’t resist your charms
Deep in heavenly bliss
Deep in heavenly bliss
Silent night
Passionate night
All is hot
All is right
Our passion burns
the sparks do fly
I feel so good
I could cry
Deep in heavenly bliss
Deep in heavenly bliss
Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey
Edgeworth’s Love Shack, Empire Bellagio Penthouse
December 24, 2024, 5:00 PM
Edgeworth’s place appeared to be empty when Phoenix entered. He was surprised, as he’d expected his girlfriend to have beaten him there – he’d been running a little behind schedule as he’d waited for Trucy’s friend to come to pick her up before he could head out – to the place, but had thought Maya would have been there by now. Odd.
In the meantime, the sole bit of happy news he had been given was Edgeworth confirming that as Kristoph was away in Germany for the holidays, it meant that he could spend Christmas Eve with the love of his life, knowing he was free from the potential observations of his stalker/pseudo friend.
He took off his shoes, his overnight bag still in his hand as he shut the door behind him, and wandered into the now-familiar luxurious condo.
As his feet silently padded into the home on the plush carpeting, he cast a glance at the dining area, where they for once would not be eating that night’s dinner. The hobo noticed that there was an exquisite crystal vase with a beautiful bunch of fresh poinsettias and berries in it, set as a festive centerpiece on the huge mahogany table, which took up most of the vast space the dark, romantic room offered, was left without a tablecloth, as though daring guests to ruin the perfectly varnished shine with their unworthy fingerprints. Two tall, silver candelabras commanded attention from the center of the table, holding smooth white candles whose wax never dripped. Much like the rest of the home, the dinner table always looked fit for royalty to dine – Edgeworth’s manservant ensured of such, even in his master’s absence.
Hendricks was gone, knowing that the couple would be going out that evening and so his services would not be required. Nevertheless, the butler had thoughtfully decorated the residence with touches of Christmas, with tasteful boughs of holly, along with wreaths and other elegant but discreet holiday adornments expertly placed about the condo.
The decorations had not been present the last time the lovers had been there a fortnight ago. As dismissive and un-merry as he’d been feeling that holiday season, the poker champ knew there was no way he would have missed that fully decorated red and gold Christmas tree by the fireplace in the living room. His appreciative eyes took in the sight of the enormous, flickering tree, adorned with glittery ornaments, its tiers glowing fairy lights draped around it. Next to the fireplace were two stockings, looking like they were already stuffed with goodies, with the names Phoenix and Maya on them.
Good old Hendricks. And even better, good old Edgeworth. The hobo smiled for the first time in ages.
Guys, sometimes you’re just too much!
He dropped his bag onto the floor of the bedroom, wondering if he should call his other half to see when she’d be arriving when suddenly he heard the unfamiliar but distinct sound of something. It appeared to be the radio…coming from the master bathroom, from which a thin crack of light streamed into the bedroom, through the slightly ajar door.
It looked like he wasn’t alone after all…
He sidled towards the sound and quietly pushed the door further open, and heard the sound he’d mistaken for the radio, in full stereo!
I won’t ask for much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for snow, and I
I just wanna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won’t make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won’t even stay awake
To hear those magic reindeer click
The DILF immediately recognized Mariah Carey’s holiday classic, “All I Want for Christmas is You”. But the sounds being emitted and echoing throughout the large bathroom weren’t coming from any sort of radio airwaves or the famous songbird.
The voice was unexpected. It was low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness and with a hint of more power than the tiny body it was coming from would suggest. The source of the voice was even more staggering.
It was Maya.
In all the years that Phoenix had known her, he’d never heard her sing before, and while she was belting at the top of her lungs, during her private moment and not for an audience, he found himself rather enjoying the performance, as over-the-top as it was, as she attempted the similar caterwauling manner of the falsetto singer.
‘Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Oh, Baby, all I want for Christmas is you…
The card shark couldn’t help it. All his rancor dissolved at the sight of his lover soaking her beautiful bottom in that sunken Roman tub, and he found himself spontaneously breaking into applause, finding himself slightly disappointed that his impromptu presence had abruptly ended the performance.
“Nick!” Maya started, but only for a moment, then her face broke into a huge ear-to-ear grin at the sight of her beau. “You bum! You startled me!”
She self-consciously tucked an errant strand of obsidian hair behind one ear and blushed slightly.
“I, um, didn’t hear you come in.”
He returned her embarrassed look with one of merriment.
“You were too busy channeling your inner diva, my love,” he teased, his eyes dancing as he drank in the sight of her, thinking that it ought to be against the law for a woman to be so gorgeous.
She had her hair pinned up for her bath, exposing her swanlike neck. Without her hair framing her face, her classic beauty was wholly realized. Although the Master was now in her late 20s, with her face fully exposed and without any makeup, he could see the girl she’d once been. She was one of those women for whom it seemed that time ran at half speed, allowing her to age slower than most people. Maya’s natural beauty wouldn’t fade for a long time, if ever.
As she basked in the foamy bubbles, Phoenix imagined that this was what Cleopatra or Nefertiti must have looked like ages ago as they bathed, except that those queens were attended to by handmaidens.
He pictured his goddess rising from her bath, assisted by her faithful female servants. He imagined them gently drying off her smooth skin, and then scenting her body by rubbing fragrant oils into her flesh…
Then he found his mind drifting to the even more delightful notion of his own hands performing that service instead.
In his naughty imagination, he saw his swain growing excited by his touch. It was making her hot, making her juices flow as he’d start by planting a gentle kiss at the base of her neck, making her shiver and moan. And then their lips would come together…
The pianist realized that his other half was eyeing him from the tub and smiling knowingly as if reading his lusty thoughts.
The diviner eyed her boyfriend speculatively and gnawed on her inner lip. The overhead lights gilded his dark, beanie-free hair picked out glints in his scruff and highlighted his pulse at the base of his throat. He looked at her, his blue orbs dark and intense under his eyebrows, making him look just as tempting as a gingerbread man that she yearned to sink her teeth into. The hungry look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.
“What?” he asked pointlessly. No doubt his sheepish expression gave him away.
“Do you want to join me?” She asked lasciviously. Her eyes slid from his face down his body.
He looked down and saw evidence of his “excitement” pointing at her.
Maya rose from the tub, her lithe body glistening with soapy water as she stood, beckoning him over with the crook of her finger. He obliged and was already reaching for her as she leaned forwards, her warm breath in his ear, then she hummed the provocative Christmas song “Santa Baby” in his ear.
His lips, the ones that hadn’t wanted to smile tonight, crept into a grin. She kept on humming until, disregarding the fact that he was still fully clothed, he crushed her wet, naked form into a gigantic bear hug and kissed her.
The roughness of his stubble scratched her lips as she moved them back and forth across his mouth, tempting him to open it. When he did, she tasted the grape juice on his tongue. When she pulled away, he traced the edges of her teeth with his tongue and then her lower lip. She caught her lower lip with her teeth, knowing that it drove him wild whenever she did so and gave him a sultry stare as his burning zaffre gaze zeroed in on her mouth.
She closed the remaining distance between them, feeling her soft curves press against his hard muscles from her knees to her breasts. Everything soft on her body – her breasts, stomach, and thighs – met with everything hard on his – his chest, abdomen, and the growing bulge in his pants pressing against her lower belly.
Phoenix gently held her jaw in his hand, then leaned in to kiss her. He used his lips, teeth, and tongue to capture her mouth, showing great aplomb in his approach. He had learned patience was a virtue most valuable in every aspect of his life, but most especially it came to seduction over the years, preferring the slow, sensual route and never rushing the process.
And he was especially skilled when it came to this particular woman.
He kissed her parted lips lightly and then moved on to the corners of her mouth and her jaw. He returned to her lips, using them to coax hers open wider as his tongue explored her mouth languorously.
Maya stepped closer to her swain, resting her damp, sudsy torso fully against him while sliding her thigh between his legs. She reached around and gripped his ass with both hands, pulling him closer and relishing the roughness of his five o’clock shadow against her lips and tongue.
She turned her head so she could rest it upon his broad shoulder, relishing the heat of his skin through the fine cotton of his t-shirt, and smelled the scent of him, so elemental. Soap, skin, and the heat he absorbed all day. He was intoxicating. Delicious. And he was all hers.
He caught her earlobe between his teeth, treating it to a brief nibble as he felt his heart beating wildly against hers.
I swear this woman is an expert on keeping my heart beating. Without her, I’m sure it would simply stop.
“So…” He growled against her year. “What do you say we just say screw it to our dinner plans this evening and just skip right to dessert?”
“No way, Nick!” She gave his neck one last teasing lick and drew back then, her dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “Christmas is a time for feasting, and I have purposefully been curtailing my six stomachs in preparation for tonight’s holiday banquet!”
“Such a minx!” He mocked, putting on his best hangdog look of disappointment. “Didn’t you just ask me to come in and join you?”
“That was before I saw the time,” she admitted, casting a quick glance at the clock on the wall. “We’re due for dinner in half an hour and you still need to at least shave before we dine, Mr. Hobo Chic! I’ll be out of here soon enough.”
“You’re a very naughty vixen, Miss Fey.” He wriggled his finger at her in mock disapproval. “I’m going to tell Santa just how much of a bad girl you’ve been, getting your man all worked up like that, first singing tantalizingly that all you want for Christmas is him and then humming saucy songs about hurrying down your chimney tonight…getting him all worked up only to have said poor man need a cold shower before dinner, even though he already had one at home!”
“You will have a very Merry Sexmas later, Mr. Saint Nick,” she giggled, sinking back down into the tub, much to his chagrin, and hiding under the bubbles again. “I promise!”
“I know it’s not Christmas yet, but Saint Nick’s lap here is always ready…” He suggestively wiggled his eyebrows.
“Out!” Maya laughingly threw her wet loofah at him, missing by several inches.
Phoenix chuckled and stepped out of the bathroom to give her some privacy.
Mariah Carey – All I Want For Christmas
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