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December 26th; the day after Christmas. For some, it was a day to unwind and try working off that huge dinner from the night before that rivaled Thanksgiving's, maybe even while playing around with some new toy or other gift, all without a care in the world. For others, the day after Christmas was nothing more than a cruel shift back into reality; back to work and back to the daily grinds of life. At least, until New Year's Day the following week.

For one certain couple, it was unfortunately the latter. Bright and early, the human and the red panda awoke and trudged off to work at their beloved video game store, on a day that may as well have been a second Black Friday. With a candy canes spilling off of the comforter and tinkling onto the floor, they dragged themselves into their collared shirts, threw on their lanyards (now with added, gifted pins!), and headed out into the cold towards their early, opening shifts.

The retail business was especially cruel on this day not because of any new sales or new releases, but because of the unceasing slew of returns and exchanges to be made. Returns, exchanges, and customers simply purchasing armfuls of new games and accessories with their shiny GameStop gift cards that lazier relatives had given them for Christmas.

Being the newly promoted general manager of the store, Skye of course was required to spend a great deal of the day overseeing everything and dealing with the more rowdy customers. She started the day prepared with a knapsack of Red Bull and dark chocolate Nibs prepared for breaks to attempt to keep calm when faced with the first mother who came in demanding “Take back this demon game! I don't know why his father gave this to him! This is why I have full custody!" and for the first pudgy, greasy-faced gamer who slapped a list and a pile of Christmas cash all crinkled from their folded stays inside cards and commanded she go find each specific title from his long held wish list with specific volume and edition requirement, of course.

At his own insistence, she had scheduled Nick for the exact same shift as her own, so at least she had all the company she needed and a voice to back her up. And for Nick himself, who miraculously made it through his first Black Friday a month prior, it served as another trial by fire to hone his retail skills.

On paper, it seemed like a perfect plan for a big day. In actuality, however, it drove the two to their limits of exhaustion and nearly insane from having to constantly maintain their people skills. The funniest part was, it all actually started even before Skye unlocked the front doors and went inside with Nick to prep the store, thanks to a line outside that had probably started to form before they had even gotten out of bed. “Hey, lady! LADY! You owe me a new Xbox One system; the one I got for my son was defective!" one of them had shouted from the end of the line, waving the green box above his head.

“Heh, there's the problem - he should've gotten a PS4" Nick whispered into Skye's ear, just to defuse the situation a little bit. It had helped, but not once more customers like the man with the Xbox began to show up. By that point, Nick came up with the idea of setting up a separate corner of the store to deal with returns, taking a huge portion of the stress off of Skye altogether.

By noontime, more employees had shown up to do their part in controlling the chaos. Unfortunately, most of them were seasonal hires with varying levels of experience and at several times it definitely showed. Whether it was “Skye, how do I do this on the register?" or “Where do we keep the Origin gift cards? No, not the $20 ones, the $50 ones!" the red panda put on a happy face and tended to her new employees. Not that it was any of their faults, of course. It was, in Skye's own words, “Just… eh…"

But at least by the early evening, it was all finally over and done with. With their last bit of energy, Nick and Skye passed the torch to the assistant managers and second-shift sales reps and ran out of the store with exhausted smiles.

Being the first one through the door to their apartment, Nick squirmed his way out of his shoes and shambled towards the long couch like a zombie, collapsing face-first onto the yellow cushion with a groan. “Skye, I like working with you, and the fact that you're my boss while also being my girlfriend doesn't bother me at all, but after today I think I wanna quit."

Without skipping a beat, Skye followed the same pattern, collapsing right on top of her still relatively new boyfriend. “If you quit, you're not gettin' any for a month."

The exhausted human went a full minute before responding. “You're evil."

“I know."

*******

“Feliz navidad, prospero ano y felicidad...." Nick felt a sudden gust of heat waft up from the stove top as he plopped a sliced brick of butter onto the surface. For a second, the sizzling of the hot surface sent the comforting scent into his nose before he shifted to the large griddle situated just to his left, plopping two additional yellow plops onto its surface. The harmony of melting butter bubbling filled the air as he plucked up the wooden spoon from its small rest, briefly glimpsing the Death Star design etched into its surface before it disappeared beneath the smooth, brown surface of the cocoa burbling and melting into a consistent, rich cream on the back burner.

“I want to wish you a merry Christmas..." he crooned idly, feeling his hips even swaying faintly with the melody in his head. Standing in front of the heat of the stove and safe within the confines of the quiet, waking apartment, the human felt nothing but warmth and comfort. For a second, he just sighed and breathed in the scent of the last solid remnant of the butter before it melted totally into a quickly bubbling liquid skirting over the hot surface of the pan. His hand ran up through his short, crumpled bed head before he cupped a squat bowl of batter against his side and carefully spooned ovals onto the griddle. As those began to simmer and cook, eggs cracked into the smaller pan where the edges crisped within the hot butter. Last, bacon splatted down onto the griddle, grease mixing into the flavor of the butter to crisp and flavor the pancake's faintly browned surfaces.

As the pancakes cycled from batter to pan to a warming plate, Nick stared up around the home they'd begun to build together. Situated in the corner of the living room, wide at the base and swallowing up much of their floor space, sat their holiday pride and joy: a live Christmas tree.

It shed needles constantly, but the rich scent of the fresh pine enveloped everything in a cheery mood the second he breathed in. Plus, together they'd painstakingly woven tiny lights up the trunk and through the branches so the entire thing twinkled madly in white, blue, red, and green. Then, they'd layered in oversized bulbs in specific layers so that the tree peaked with a blue and white color scheme sprinkled through with Yoda ornaments wearing miniature Santa hats, Darth Vader's wielding candy canes and drones with elf ears. Then, fading down, the tree had a belt of vibrant orange, littered with guns (that exploded with gunshot explosions if someone walked past them), zombies of various designs and amount of body parts, and small Perk-a-Cola bottles. Fading through the orange segment, nestled into the green branches sat plump game controllers, gutted and filled with flashing Christmas lights and refurbished into ornaments by Nick himself. Then, at the very base, red lights guided a chorus of green piping that weaved in and out of the branches, red and white mushrooms, and dangling gold coin ornaments.

Various, random other ornaments dotted into the themed sections from matching Player One and Two ornaments, a Handsome Jack replica, and assorted “Our First Christmas" ornaments. All in all, Nick had never loved a Christmas tree this much before, even if it'd been a pain to find the perfect one to chop.

“Mmm! That smells so good!" Skye's voice suddenly pulled Nick back into focus, pouring the last set of pancakes to cook onto the pan before he tipped an ear towards the bedroom where he could hear the covers rustling as Skye snaked out of the cocoon of blankets. “I can't wait to open presents!"

Nick glanced over at the pile they'd amassed beneath the tree, boxes in various sizes all tied up with ribbons and etched with each other's name. Every so often, through the month, he'd come home to find new boxes added and vice versa. Somehow, no matter where he went, he couldn't help but find things that reminded him of the fluffy tailed panda girl, so little by little, they'd amassed quite a pile to share together.

“But first! I'd much rather eat!" Skye's voice got louder, inching down the hallway. Just as Nick went to flip the final pancake, he heard her footsteps on the tile of the kitchen, turning only to hear the pancake flop onto the floor with a splat.

“Skye-" He breathed, feeling all his breath drop out of his lungs at the sight of the red panda in a wispy red teddy nightgown, lighting rimmed with white trim. Rather than a bust piece, the gown only circled a faint trim of lace and support beneath her breasts, leaving the heavy orbs hefted onto a ginger shelf of lingerie yet bare. Beneath the wispy, see-through red, Nick could see all her soft curves and the faint shape of her lower lips peeking out between her thighs.

“Merry Christmas!" She spun around, showing him the little bow tight around the tip of her tail that rustled when she moved.

Nick chuckled, still feeling frazzled even as she nuzzled into his cheek with a good-morning kiss. “Well, you know... I have to save my best gift for last..." he said cheekily, gently tugging once on her tail before he pecked at her cheek.

“Of course."

Then, together, with a gentle kiss, they basked in the warmth beside the oven and murmured, “Merry Christmas."

*******

After a while, the couple's tension from the long day of work had finally faded away, leaving room for lazy relaxation and companionship. Once they found the willpower to leave the couch, Nick and Skye shed their dirty, dusty work clothes and took a long, hot shower together, slumping into one another's side each wielding a bar of soap for the others back. Long, gentle massages swapped between them while fingers and soap rubbed down backs, over chests, and swept gently over their more intimate portions.

“Mmm... normally, I'd take any opportunity..." Skye murmured, rubbing her chin into Nick's wet shoulder, tickling the skin with her wet fur. “But, I can barely stand up right now, I don't think I can manage standing up for sex on top of that."

“I agree..." Nick snuck a single kiss at the girl's ear before it flicked, sending water splattering into the shower curtain. “They'll be lots of opportunities later."

“Does this mean we're becoming an old married couple?"

“Never!"

******

“Okay! Okay! Open this one next!" Skye thrust another box into his hand, one of the few remaining packages that hadn't been stripped of its careful wrapping. This one was slender, tied off with a oversized red bow and a tag in shiny silver that read “Naughty."

All around them, scattered all over the floor in crumpled balls were the shreds of wrapping papers. Brown, packing boxes used to hide irregular shapes items were tossed onto their sides and backs, looking like helpless turtles turned wrongside up on their shells at the edge of the rug. Their breakfast plates were emptied, left only with the smears of syrup and stacked the cups drained of their cocoa. The Christmas morning had been in full swing.

“Whatever could this be?" Nick asked, smirked as he gave the box a gentle shake to only hear a faint thunk from inside.

“You'll just have to open it up, won't you, mister?" Skye asked, smiling at him cheekily before he lifted a box out from behind his back. “What's that?"

“For you-" He gestured down to the package, nodding to a matching “Naughty" tag taped to its front.

“At the same time?"

“Of course!"

“On your marks."

“Get set."

“Go!" In a sudden flurry, the wrapping papers stripped back from their packages to reveal the boxes cradled within. Nick held a smooth surfaced box in red while Skye's was a sturdy, aged looking metal with a small lock sealing it shut. She eyed Nick for a beat, eyebrow raised before lifting the key taped to the top and unsealing the latch.

Then, together, they flipped open the lids.

A sudden clatter of foil packages spilled onto Nick's lap. His hands fluttered up in surprise before he stared down at a lap filled with square, foil condom wrappers. Lifting a handful, he saw no two were the same: “Candy Cane flavored; for some holiday suckling! Gumdrop-flavored; just what she dreamed about! Santa hat design; so your little guy can join in the season! Jingle ball condom; real bell on the included cock ring! Fruit cake flavored; not your grandma's tradition! Cocoa-flavored, heating condom; because, baby it's cold outside!"

“Skye... how did you even..."

“I was on the internet a lot to find all those." Nick started to laugh, tipping his head back while the condoms slipped down onto the couch all around him.

“Though your real gift is that... you're going to use each and every one of those..." Skye murmured, voice dropping into a sultry purr for a moment while Nick's eyes frantically tried to estimate how many there were piled in his lap. For a second, his eyes bulged with excitement before flicking back to the red panda. “You turn!"

Lifting the lid, Skye revealed a shining, metallic object nestled down into the form of the box. Looking like a gun, it had a rounded metal handle, however a cage-like section attached when appeared to be a slender bullet vibrator. Atop it, nestled in silk was a small card: “The Little Death Ray."

“What... is... this?" Skye asked, fixing her gaze onto her boyfriend as her lips pressed together, attempting to hold back her laughter at the strange, steampunk-esque sex toy that sat in front of her.

“I know how you've always wanted a death ray-" Nick didn't get a chance to finish as the girl leapt on top of him. Her thick, fluffy tail coiled around his leg while both arms circled his neck and pulled him into a hot, tight kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes were twinkling with playful excitement while the trim of her little gown tickled at his thighs and her breasts, bare and warm, pressed into his chest. “However can I thank you for this!?"

“Well, I do have one more present..." Nick winked, grabbing onto her lower back and pulling her into a hot, passionate kiss.

******

After that, the two changed into their most comfortable casual-lazy clothes and dialed their favorite Chinese restaurant for a delivery. Their food came in almost no time at all; a combination platter of pork fried rice, beef teriyaki, fried chicken fingers, and pork spare ribs. Not exactly the most nutritious meal, but as the two tore open the containers and dug in, it was the best thing ever after such a long day. Side by side, the two sat on the couch with a can of Mountain Dew each, and dug in.

“Did you know these Chinese food containers are designed to open up into a circular plate shape so you don't have to use any of your own?" Nick inquired as he bit into a steaming chicken finger. Predictably, his teeth happened to rip the thin piece of chicken right out of the golden, battered outer shell. It was normally a small pet-peeve of his, but at the moment he paid it no mind. Food was food, plain and simple.

Skye thought it over for second. “Uh… Nope, can't say I have. Normally I'd make some sarcastic comment about you and your obscure knowledge, but I'm still too tired. So I owe you one tomorrow, mkay?"

Nick scoffed, leaning in and kissing Skye's cheek with greasy lips before he chuckled mostly to himself. “And again, you're evil."

Nodding in agreement, Skye laughed. “And again, I know. Pass the soy sauce, Nicky-pedia."

******

“Holy shit! That thing is s-strong!" Skye writhed over Nick's lap, smearing her freely leaking juices down his bare thigh while he aimed the little, copper metallic bullet beneath the raised trim of her skirt. Her voice was broken, whimpering softly already into his ear while his thumb guided the buzzing head of the toy right into the girl's naked clit, forcing the little buzzer beneath the constant teasing of the toy.

Nick controlled the toy, carefully guiding its tip up between the little folds of her pussy lips before her legs would twitch and tense on either side of him, spread over top of his lap. She'd gasp, voice catching in her throat before she started to whimper and hiss against his ear, writhing hard against his thigh until he pulled the toy back. His free hand cupped around one heavy breast, squeezing and kneading to soft flesh as he nail tweaked at the nipple gently, rubbing it into its stiff shape.

“Only the best for you-" Nick murmured, finding lips suddenly pressing into him and a tongue lapping against his lips impatiently. Hot, sloppy kisses pressed her muzzle into his lips, tangling their tongues together while her hips started to writhe and grind into his eagerly. Fingers dug down into his boxers, stripping them open and down his thighs in a tangle of limbs and fabrics before she found his cock, bare and springing out into the open. A hot, warm hand curled around him, squeezing impatiently. “Come 'er" she growled, lifting herself over him with a hot moan into his ear. “I want you inside of me. Now."

She dropped herself over him quickly, feeling his tip spread her lower lips in one fluid motion before heat engulfed his cock and her tight walls hugged around him completely. Her thighs pressed onto either side of his lap, the little nightgown framing down her body perfectly. The red veil of thin fabric did nothing to hide her smooth curves beneath it, but cast a warm, glittery filter over everything. Nick felt the girl's walls clench, hugging around him before she started to bounce. Feverish, needy motions worked her hips up and down over top of him, each time grinding her sex along his cock and clutching him within her spasming walls.

The toy still pointed to her clit, rubbing at her and buzzing constantly against her sensitive nub. The constant teasing, verging on something she'd call torture only drove her faster, harder on his lap. Nick felt his eyes roll back briefly, entire body succumbing to the girl on his lap, riding him eagerly. Her fingers dragged down his chest, clutching to him.

“N-Nick..." she moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly and clutching harshly on him with a mewl. Her tail shuddered madly behind her, spasming before her thighs tightened on either side of him and she started to ride him faster. “N-N-Nick-" she yelped, yipping and whimpering with each pulse of her butt meeting down to his lap. Her fur tickled on his skin, tail dancing and wispy down against his thighs while her fingers were clutching onto his skin.

Her head was tipping back with hair spilling down behind her back as she ground her hips down into him, harder. Her voice caught in her throat with every thrust, yips breaking out from her voice.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her voice broke, a sudden cacophony breaking into random yipping and squeaks as her sex clenched and clamped down on him. For a second, her bouncing stuttered as she clamped too hard to even move on him and instead just ground and bounced against him.

Feeling her, hot and tight around him while her voice rang out in his ear, echoing with the squealing cries of her impending orgasm, Nick suddenly felt his entire groin tense. The sudden, bursting explosion of his shaft inside her caught him by surprise when the first, bursting strings of cum splashed inside of her. Rope after rope and with every clamping spasm of her shaft, the two clutched together in their orgasms, simply hugging onto one another until the final waves of their pleasure had faded out and left them in a warm, dopey calm.

“Mmm... Merry Christmas" Nick mumbled, voice groggy.

“Did you like your presents?!"

“I *loved* them."

******

Finally, when the food had been eaten after the exchange of several more bad puns, the tired but happy couple resolved to spend the rest of their evening still on the couch, ending the evening with something on Netflix. Like most things the two shared, a common taste in TV and movies was one of them. Unfortunately, since they had last logged into their Netflix account there was a great deal of content added, making the decision of what to watch way tougher than it needed to be.

“This looks interesting - a movie about a plain old tire that comes to life and psionically blows people up? Looks so bad it might be good…" Nick suggested.

Skye thought it over for a moment, but ultimately shook her head in disagreement. “Nah, that sounds a little TOO stupid. Keep going down the list, we'll find something better… OH, look! They finally added Sword Art Online II! We should totally watch that."

This time, however, it was Nick who disagreed. “That's been on our radar for a while, I know… But I don't really want to watch a single episode or two, I kinda wanted to save that so we could binge-watch all of it someday. But right now I'm definitely not in a bingeing mood."

“Let me think… Justice League?"

“Nah… what about The Walking Dead?"

“Eh… believe it or not, I'm trying to take a break from zombie stuff for a while. Shocking, I know."

“Yeah, because you burned yourself out on zombies by reading that huge story your friend Greg wrote, silly boy!"

The two went back and forth on movies and shows for several more minutes before ultimately deciding on a modern Christmas classic; 'Elf.' Between all the action and horror they had been debating over, it seemed fitting to pick a comedy movie to settle with instead. Decision firmly in place, Nick started the program and laid back on the couch, gently pulling the red panda on top of him like a warm, fluffy blanket.

But for Nick, as the minutes trickled on by and the movie played out on the TV in front of them, his focus started to wane from the comedic shenanigans of Will Ferrell and instead shifted back to the real world; to the beautiful girl in his arms. Ever since he had begun his relationship with Skye, almost every aspect of his life had felt more surreal at times, regardless of whatever it was. Even when it was something as simple as cuddling up on the couch and watching Netflix, he couldn't help but compare himself to the Nick of two-ish months ago. That Nick would be on the couch in his parent's house's basement, watching the same thing on Netflix while idly building a house in Terraria on his PS Vita, or EV training a new team in Pokemon Alpha Sapphire. All by himself. The loneliness didn't always bother him of course, far from it. But just knowing that he now could do something like that with the most wonderful, beautiful person he had ever known… Someone who fit perfectly into his life as a friend AND a lover…

This was most certainly one of those surreal moments. And it was the one that convinced him that maybe it was time to let Skye know what his heart had been telling him for a while…

“Hey, Skye?"

Distracting herself from the screen, Skye turned her gaze to meet Nick's. “Mmmh… yeah?"

Nick took a second to compose himself before he spoke. “I just wanted to let you know… that working with you, gaming with you, and of course messing around with you has been so, so wonderful these past few months. But this… what we're doing right now; just cuddling together all nice and warm… this is what I like the best. I love you, Skye."

For a second, she just stared at him. Her eyes were huge and round and just peering at him, drinking him in before she smiled a slow, little smile. “I love you too, Nick."

He had a strong feeling she felt the same way, but to hear her actually say it out loud was wonderful. It was as if their relationship itself had leveled up. “I know it's the first time I've ever said it out loud, but I couldn't think of a better time or place than right here, right now, with you in my arms. Because it's exactly how I feel."

“You know… After that second night we spent together, at your house, I just knew you were the perfect man for me. You don't know it, but every time we climb into bed and snuggle up, I flash back to that night and remember how happy I was to finally fall asleep in the arms of someone who cares so much for me. I love you too, Nicky."

Full of love, the happy couple held each other close on the couch as they continued to watch their movie, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. As the days went on and the post-Christmas rush eventually settled down, things gradually returned to normal for most. But for Nick, his 'normal' had changed so drastically from what his life had been before, to the point that even the regular weekday nights that followed this particular one all finished with the same, gentle sensation of a special, holiday comfort and joy.