The chocolate tressed diva reached higher up the tree, on tip toes at the top of the ladder, she struggled with a makeshift angel that she'd crafted from a spare action figure of hers. She rolled her eyes as she bumped her head on some mistletoe, but continued decorating, wondering why she found beating the likes of Natalya and AJ easier than holiday preparations. As she finally got the bedazzled mini version of herself in place, she heard a heavy sigh behind her and turned to investigate. "Well, now you're just asking for it." The words slipped through the smirking lips of the stocky Englishman as he ran anxious fingers through his blonde hair. He bit down on his lip and took a step closer, letting his hands flirt up her bare legs, she shivered under his touch and began slowly descending down the ladder. "That's hardly a fair statement." She whispered as he pulled her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and they shared a slow and tender kiss. "You were up a ladder in a short skirt Ashli." He replied, still smirking as he tangled his fingers in her hair and trailed kisses down her slender neck. "Where I come from, that's asking for it." Their lips met again, with more urgency than before, he suppressed a smile as he heard her moan gently into his mouth, her lips softly pushing harder against his. "Where I come from, it's called decorating in a very impractical outfit." She said, breaking the kiss and running her tongue along her bottom lip. She flirtatiously let a hand wander below his waist, smiling as he closed his eyes and sighed softly. "And it's not an invitation." His eyes snapped open as her hand vanished from his body, and he sighed again, with more pain than pleasure as he watched his girlfriend walk away. "Merry Christmas to you too, flower."
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