On Santa's lap - S01 E14

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On Santa's lap - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

Fourteen times.

I had been kissed fourteen times in my life, and I had never been kissed like this.

One of them was in primary school when "Grabby" Gabriel decided to mash his PVC glue covered lips against mine, which ended up with him getting a broken nose and I got sent home early with a warning. It was his fault. And it was absolutely disgusting.

Two of them were in High School. Both also resulted in me getting sent home. One for punching the rugby captain and the other for pushing him onto the teacher walking past. Completely not my fault.

The third was in a club, for new years, grab the closest person and kiss for a minute, it wasn't the best kiss since I threw up from too much alcohol ten seconds before the minute was up. I don't think he gave me his number now that I think about it.

The remainder eleven kisses fell into one of the three boyfriends I had in my life. And they weren't exceptionally good either, or maybe I just had high expectations. Or maybe I just didn't care.

But now, there was a new record being set.

This kiss was raw, animalistic, as one hand was behind my neck, tilting my head up with the thumbs resting at the base of my throat.

The other hand was currently tangled in my hair and I just hoped he didn't yank any hair out if he moved again.

But what confused me the most, was why my hands were tangled in his hair and why the hell his hair was softer than mine? And also that I was losing oxygen faster than a man scuba diving and his air tank got punctured.

Not a good feeling.

But the rest of my body didn't seem to need that vital combination of argon, nitrogen and oxygen, found in our air, as it clung to his body. It didn't help that he felt warm, like a blanket you just wanted to get wrapped up in.

And somewhere my brain registered that I was kissing him back, but did I want to? Maybe. Should I be kissing him whilst any innocent child could walk across the famous yarra spot, even if it was midnight and it was past their bedtime.

Probably not.

If it wasn't for the sound of a car alarm making him jump and release my mouth, I was pretty sure I was about to pass out from the lack of air in my lungs. He wasn't the only one to look dazed and confused.

I think my brain just stopped working.

His eyes lost its cat like glow, instead they were dark and without any light I could barely make them out as his face rested too close to mine.

How the hell was his breathe so minty?

I was pretty sure mine tasted of ice-cream and cocktails, or even worse.

As his face came closer, again, I untangled my fingers quickly putting them against his mouth to stop him.

"Car," I whispered trying to catch my breathe, in the midst of however long this was taking on, the stupid car woudln't stop making a noise, and I was only good for single syllables apparently.

"So?" his lips were warm against my fingers.

I blinked, a few times to make sure the sentence in my brain, would come out the way I wanted it, "We're the only ones here,"

"Exactly, so if you kindly remove your fingers, I can get back to business," he remarked nipping gently with his teeth on my finger making my index finger recoil.

"No, you idiot, that's your car that's going off,"

That got his attention as he looked up swearing and jumped to his feet, "Hey, that's a seventy two K car you jerk,"

STORY CONTINUES BELOW

I sat up confused turning around and burst out laughing as Nik chased a naked man who was taking a piss on the windscreen.

Oh the glory of Melbourne.

My Christmas, was made.

"Can you stop laughing,"

"I'm. Trying. To. But," was all I managed to get out between giggles before I bowled over in the passenger seat laughing. I felt his disapproving glare and frown as he glanced at me as he halted to a stop outside my apartment.

After that, it was pack up and go, right to the car wash where it was closed, what did he expect, it was his favourite holiday, Christmas, where everything was closed. And after visiting another three petrol stations with his cursing like a sailor, he finally decided to drop me off.

"I should have killed him,"

I unbuckled my seat opening my door, "And gone to jail? Be my guest," I said.

"Wait I was meant to open you-,"

"Too late, bye," I twiddled my fingers closing the door. Grabbing my keys from my pocket I hurried up the stairs as it started to pour, I just hoped the elevator was fixed, but I highly doubt it.

"Eve, wait."

I looked over my shoulder confused as he started running up, "What?"

"Can't let a female walk up by herself, you could get mugged,"

I raised an eyebrow, "In my own apartment, everyone would be sleeping," I pointed out as he started climbing up the stairs.

"Exactly, perfect place for someone to get mugged, not to mention anyone can open their door and kidnap you,"

I rolled my eyes, "There's CCTV cameras installed,"

"Oh, right. Of course,"

"But if you want to climb one hundred and twenty steps, be my guest,"

He shuddered, "You counted them?"

"Yes,"

It wasn't that hard, it was ten floors, with two sets of stairs each time and each set had six, simple math.

It did take a solid eight minutes to climb them, only because I was used to the stairs and the elevator that was out of work.

"The things I do for women," he scoffed as he caught his breathe as we walked to my door. I shook my head, "Told you to stay downstairs,"

I inserted the key hoping the door would just open normally for once, yawning.

"What time are you working tomorrow? Well today it's nearly one,"

"All day, six to eight,"

Nik leaned against my wall, "Is that legal?"

"Is what legal?" I asked looking up at him as I kicked my door struggling with it.

"That's fourteen hours of work,"

"I know," I smiled, "Think of the money," I said nudging it with my shoulder.

"That's preposterous! Here move," He said and I stepped aside, "You'll be dead by the time you finish,"

The door tugged open and he stepped aside and I switched the light on walking in. I placed the keys on the shelf and turned around grabbing the door, "I've worked two days in a row once, why not. I get double the pay since its technically holidays, and maybe some tips if I'm lucky and time to kill," I shrugged.

"You're not meant to over-work yourself like that."

I scoffed, "I just pour drinks and sit down half the time, the only thing I'll be over-working is my nose with all the potent smells,"

"So you're not going to be tired after?"

"Probably not," I shrugged, who was I kidding. I was going to come home and sleep like a baby, but admitting that was going to make Saint Nik over here give me a lecture of over-working.

"Good I'll pick you up after then,"

Wait what, "No, I'll be dead tired, I need to sleep ya know?"

"You can sleep in my car, now," He said taking a step forward, his arm pulling at the front of my crop jumper pulling me close, "Do I get a goodnight kiss?"

"No,"

"Thoug-what?! I walked you up a hundred and twenty-stairs," he said as I leaned back pulling my jumper back.

"If you start kissing me again, I probably won't make my bed, so bye," I started to close the door when his hand stopped it pushing it back.

"Now hang on. who said you needed to sleep," he said with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

"I have work, and I shouldn't over-work myself remember? Some genius told me that, so I need every ounce of sleep,"

Nik frowned, "I should think before I say anything, I take it back,"

"Too late, bye Nik,"

"Wait, at least on the cheek,"

I sighed, "Fine," I gritted as he leaned closer, I placed my hand under his chin turning his head, so he couldn't do the trick every girl in the book knows.

"You're no fun,"

"I know," I said giving him a quick peck, "Bye,"

Before he could protest I slammed the door shut, I could still feel the prickle of his stubble against my mouth.

Yep, there goes my sleep.