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Irving wasn't used to waking up without Bridgette in his arms whenever he spent the night; the mouse was crafty, but he was shocked that she was able to break free of his spooning grasp without stirring him awake.

"Guess the mouse was stirring on Christmas Eve," he said, snickering at his own joke. "Thought for sure I'd be awake before her so I could bring her breakfast in bed, but...pretty sure she'll just be glad to have a nice, homecooked meal for Christmas, for once."

He looked around the bedroom and didn't see a hint of his girlfriend: not even a scrap of clothing was left behind, and as he made his way down the hall, he didn't see her hiding in any of the rooms along the hallway.

Dipping his head in each one and looking around to see if she was playing a prank on him, Irving felt a hint of genuine concern when he finally made his way to the kitchen and didn't find even a piece of evidence that she'd been there. Her keys were still hanging on the wall, and her shoes were still by the front door, but if she was pulling a disappearing act, she'd done a brilliant job.

"Huh...t-that's...actually a little depressing," he muttered, taking his melancholy with him into the living room and looking at the tree, freshly decorated by their mutual efforts. "I was really hoping to spend the morning opening presents and having breakfast with her..."

They'd been good about keeping all their gifts for each other a surprise, but there was a new present in front of the tree, front and center; Irving's frown kicked up into a smirk the moment he saw it.

"But if she's gone for the day, I guess I'll just have to open all of these presents by myself," he called out, knowing she'd hear him if she was anywhere nearby...and it was obvious to him where she'd gone.

The oversized box wasn't taped or sealed shut: the white ribbon atop red wrapping paper was just for show, and the lid came away with only the slightest effort.

His favorite mouse popped right up from the depths of the fake present, with only a bow tied around the underside of her breasts to push them up...and a second ribbon around her wrists, keeping them bound behind her back.

" Merry Christmas!" she cheered, her expression utterly beaming at the canine. "Did you like your first surprise, Irving? I came up with it all on my own!"

He hadn't bothered to put on any clothes after getting out of bed, himself. Irving felt underdressed when he saw the fancy, silk ribbons that turned Bridgette into his own little present, but even before his smile revealed how delighted he was to see her, she caught a glimpse of another obvious sign of his delight.

"To be honest, I was starting to get a little sad...kinda worried you'd run off in the middle of the morning," he confessed, his smile unable to hide that hint of concern and bashfulness. "You definitely surprised me, though...and you're just what I wanted for Christmas, darling."

Bridgette's brilliant, toothy grin faded back slightly when she saw the pain in her lover's expression. "I...o-oh...I'm sorry, Irving...I hadn't even thought about that when I planned all this out!"

"It's okay!" he cut in, his smile widening before she could take her pout any further. "I should have known you wouldn't have gone anywhere on Christmas Day, certainly not without me."

"Well, of course not! It's all about spending time with the ones we love and making them happy, right?"

"Exactly."

"And since I made you sad, I've gotta work extra hard to make sure that you're feeling happy for the rest of the day, right...?"

"...I mean...i-if you really want to...I'm not gonna stop you..."

Bridgette's grin was back in full swing as she leaned forth and kissed the tip of his emerging cock, just as it pushed free of his warm, fuzzy sheath. "Good...cause this little elf can't afford to be on the naughty list this year."

She never would have made him upset on purpose, but she would have gone above and beyond the call to put a smile back on his face: it only took her presence, jumping up and out of the box to make that happen, but Irving knew her better than that, by then.

She'd come such a long way from the inward and reserved person that she was when they first met, and though she still wasn't a social butterfly, she was beginning to accept the kindness of others at face value, beyond his own.

He was so proud of her personal progress that he felt like he should have been the once servicing her, but seeing how happy she was to have the chance to start off his holiday on the right foot, he wasn't going to stop her; certainly, he wasn't foolish enough to look the other way at such an incredible gift, but he wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily.

Pretty sure she won't complain if I tie a mistletoe around the base of her tail and do the traditional honors, he thought. But I really shouldn't be thinking about dessert when I haven't even had breakfast yet...

She'd take the bulk of his energy right out of him before she was all said and done, but Bridgette was starting the process slow, with a few curious, experimental kisses on the tip of his canine member. She'd watched it grow erect dozens of times before, but in her time spreading her sensual wings, she'd taken to jumping the gun and seeing how much of Irving's cock she could fit in her smaller muzzle and down the depths of her tight, narrow throat.

It'd been too long since she watched the inches emerge with proper appreciation to their unique, marbled coloring and heated detail... far too long since she'd peppered the drooling tip with a series of quick, tongue-laced kisses to clear away the first droplets of his precum.

"Feels like you might have snuck onto my computer and checked my wish list," Irving teased, trying not to let the stammering sound of his pleasure sneak into his words just yet. "I know 'sexy little mouse all tied up in ribbons' was a pretty specific request, but I didn't think you'd actually go all the way through with it..."

Smiling around her mouthful and pausing the act behind a full, eager slurp, she brushed her cheek along the full, thick inches and felt them throbbing; she always found that sensation oddly comforting. "Why wouldn't I want to make our first Christmas together as special as I could? You said you wanted a sweet little mouse, all tied up and ready to play with under the tree...so...who else could make that happen but me?"

"Isn't that Santa's job?" he asked.

Moving down the inches of his shaft with an affectionate nuzzle, Bridgette finally reached the very base and curled her tongue along the underside, giving a wet, sneaky tickle to a spot that she normally wouldn't have been able to reach.

"I didn't think you would have been okay sharing me with him," she admitted. "So I just cut out the middle man...think I did a pretty bang up job, too."

Putting her lips back to work, she found such a sensitive spot that Irving couldn't tease her back without pausing for a gasp: the tight, eager suckle of her lips against the sensitive skin on his sack and the full, weighted orbs within proved such a treat that his paws, quivering with delight, were finally forced to grab the back of her skull.

She gave such a happy squeak at that touch that Irving worried he was going to be painting a few new strands of garland on the tree, but a deep, suckled breath kept him from going off before Bridgette was able to finish having her fun.

"Mm...o-oh... fuck...y-you're doing a damn fine job, I'd say," he pulled in another breath as he felt the weight of his orbs shifting around, purely at the behest of her eager lips and full, playful tongue: each of his balls was jostled, one after the other, demonstrating a limited level of experience...but she was more than happy to keep practicing on him, so long as he was enjoying himself. "Feel like I need to r-run to the store and pick up a few...last...m-minute gifts..."

He could only see the hint of her grin from the angle that she took: his own length was blocking the best part of the view, but just beyond her neck and her bare back, he could see her rump giving a delicate sway of excitement...and the tiniest bit of a stain was already present against the side of the box, showing just how excited she was to finally have the chance to spend some time with her boyfriend during the holidays.

They'd both been working around the clock, leading up to that moment, leaving it a moment long overdue for each of them. Bridgette was always the type who thought the concept of distance and time making the heart grow fonder was a silly notion, but she was trying her damnedest to fit one of the full, hefty orbs in her maw as she adjusted her posture; being able to bounce it on her tongue as her lips wrapped around it was a fitting reward, as far as she was concerned.

"I know y-you haven't been practicing that ," Irving noted. "But if you ever w-want to, you just...have to say the word...holy fuck..."

The lengthy tail of the rodent gave a delighted curl at his reaction: she was looking for any sign that she was treating his sack with the kind of tender, eager care that it deserved, but her lack of experience with the spot was every bit as arousing as it was nerve wracking, until she heard his praises.

Those words were enough to bring fresh, dripping arousal to the peak of her womanhood, but she'd tied herself up for a reason, knowing that she wouldn't have been able to keep her paws away from the spot if she had the freedom to do so.

This was his gift, and she wanted to show him just how much he mattered to her, as the center of her attention.

"Mnn...mlm...mlaaah...h-heh...pretty sure I can't say much of anything when I've got my mouth so full," Bridgette joked, her spittle leaving both the tender flesh of Irving's sack and her own lips a terrible, delightful mess. "But I'll try to remember that for later...not like we won't have plenty of chances to give me a little more practice this season, right?"

She'd already cleared her calendar for the rest of the year; it was one the rare perks of her line of work, and as far as she was concerned, that was just the first half of the ultimate gift to herself...knowing she wouldn't have to come into the office or answer any ridiculous tech support calls until the new year.

The other half of that gift was keeping her mouth busy with something far more enjoyable than spouting off the same old instructions to her customers, over and over again.

"If this is really something you want to practice, you know I'm not complaining," Irving assured her. "But I'd better get a chance to return the favor."

"You'll get a lot more than one chance," she confirmed. "To be honest, I'm looking forward to you stuffing my stocking before the day is over-

"You're terrible."

"You still love me," she continued. "And I bet you'd love me to finish having my breakfast so you can get to yours, wouldn't you?"

She pressed her chin flat to the side of his crotch, able to feel the hungry rumbling of his stomach through the pleasant resting place in his fur.

"...Guess you got me there," Irving confessed. "Last thing I wanted to do was rush through my first gift, though...I'm...e-enjoying it quite a bit..."

Precum dribbled over the nape of Bridgette's neck as she rested there, the warm, drooling sensation giving her an odd, but pleasant chill in the pit of her stomach. "Trust me, I'd noticed," she said. "But the naughtiest thing I could do is let all of that go to waste, and...I'm trying to be the best girl I can be, this year."

It was shameless pandering to the season, but Irving didn't care: he couldn't have been grinning wider when she eased back and captured his tip in her lips once more, swirling her tongue around the head until all of his precum was cleared away; she was off to the races, bobbing her head down the inches of his shaft in the next moment.

"Trust me, y-you...you've been so good this year...s-so...fucking... good..."

His fangs came together in a desperate grit as the adorable mouse showed her versatility, embracing her sensual nature all the way from the delicate bounce her breasts as she moved, to the quiet, muffled squeaks of her efforts as she pushed his length further and further into her throat on each pass.

Tight, suckling lips and a swallowing throat would have been hard to resist any day of the year, but the way she'd prepared for the moment that morning, and the adorable theme she'd given to the act, Irving didn't stand a chance against her wiles; resistance was blissfully futile.

"Bridgette...y-you might...w-wanna...stop..."

Normally, she would have used her paws to grab his hips and keep him in place to make her point, but she was dedicated to the fake bondage she'd trapped herself in: her wrists stay in place, bound by the ribbons...and her throat, ever dedicated, stayed halfway down his shaft as she bobbed her head as quickly as she could, a chorus of her pleasured moans joining in the myriad sensations that came together as Irving's favorite holiday gift.

He was trying to find the words to warn her, but his cock picked up the slack with a powerful throb, forcing her diligent eyes to widen: gazing up at him with her mouth so full, drool running down her chin...he knew he wouldn't last another moment.

"That's just...n-not fair," he groaned, his lips quivering as the first gush of his seed pumped right down her throat, past the reaches of her tongue: she swallowed hard to keep up with the heated flood of his cum, but as soon as she had the chance, she recoiled, wanting to taste as much of the salty-sweet mess as she could manage. "I'm cumming...f-fucking hell, Bridgette!"

Her tail couldn't have curled much tighter, and her petals were utterly soaked with desire, but she was determined to finish him off completely before she indulged herself one bit...

...Like the anticipation of getting to open a present on Christmas morning, having to wait would make it all the sweeter when he finally indulged her.