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A/N: Okay, so this got away from me and when I mean away... I mean away.
She’s just shy of being a whole ass fic of Ethan and Gen being domestic flirty beans.
Will PB ever give us something like this? No. And that makes me sad.
He’s roused from sleep by featherlight touches to his cheek, gentle and warm. He smiles with a quiet hum, eyes still closed as his hands move to caress the thighs of the woman on top of him. Her hair tickling his face as she moves closer.
“Good morning, Doctor Ramsey.” Her voice is a whisper in his ear, followed by another kiss to his cheek.
“Certainly would seem so.” His voice is still groggy, thick with the remnants of sleep.
“I was going to let you sleep in longer,” She kisses his cheek again, before moving to the other. “But I decided that waking you up like this was much better than an alarm.”
“So much better.”
Finally, Ethan opens his eyes, smiling wider as his gaze meets hers. Her blonde hair a tangled mess, his shirt from the night before is barely buttoned all the way, hanging off one shoulder with mascara smudged underneath her emerald green eyes.
She’s stunning, his Genevieve.
“Hi.” His hand moves from her waist, knuckles grazing along her cheekbone.
“Hi.”
Gen leans forward, and his eyes close in anticipation for her lips to meet his. But she leans to the left, pressing a slow kiss to his jaw.
“Unfair, Rookie.” He takes her hips in his hands, flipping them with ease and trapping her beneath him. Her hair fanning out around her like a golden halo, magnifying his ever present thought that she is heaven sent.
A gift from whatever deity may or may not exist, that he is wholly unworthy to process.
“I already made breakfast.” Gen beams up at him, fingers tracing his jawline with practiced ease.
“Did you?”
“I did.”
He’s so enraptured by her sparkling eyes and iridescent smile that he’s unprepared for her next move. Flipping their position once again, setting herself back on top with an infectious giggle.
“You’re taking advantage of the fact that I just woke up.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Of course not.”
Gen leans down again, hovering over his lips with a mischievous glint in her eyes. He loves her like this, in the warm morning sun, playful and carefree, the truest version of herself.
“You really want me to kiss you right now, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Hm.” She inches closer, her mouth bushing ever so slightly against his. “Too bad.”
Gen laughs again, the sound ricocheting off the bedroom walls as she gets out of bed and walks to the door. “Come on, old man. Get up before my fabulously made pancakes get cold.”
“You’re a tease, McClure.” Ethan calls after her, watching as she disappears down the hall before getting out of bed, throwing on a t-shirt before making his way to the kitchen.
No matter how many nights she spends at his place, the amount of times they cook in the kitchen, his heart is never prepared for the sight. The ease in which she moves around the room, her lazy smile and the way her happiness radiates off of her.
It is, by far, his favorite sight.
“Smells good.” Ethan walks up beside her, placing a kiss to her forehead as she prepares their plates.
“The one thing I’m better at than you.”
They move to the kitchen table, sitting beside each other as they eat in a comfortable silence. Stealing glances and lingering looks. She stretches her legs out, once they’re done, feet resting in his lap as his hands move to caress her soft skin.
“What’s the plan today?”
“Mm,” Gen purses her lips, looking up from her now empty plate and over at him. “I say we just be super lazy and spend the entire day on the couch. Sundays are better when you do absolutely nothing.”
“Better idea,” Ethan moves her legs back to the floor, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. “You and I go back to bed.”
“Excellent idea, Doctor Ramsey.” She stands from her chair, walking backwards out of the kitchen while she unbuttons her, his, shirt in the most tantalizing way.
He follows her without a second thought, eyes shamelessly taking in every newly exposed patch of skin. “Call me that again in about five minutes.”
“Five minutes?” Gen tilts her head, peeling the white cotton off her shoulders. “You’re losing your touch.”
“Challenged excepted, G.” He rushes towards her, gathering her in his arms as her laughter echoes across the apartment.
Let Your Heart Be Light: An RTT One-Shot [Drake x MC]
Book: The Royal Romance (AU)
Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Alyssa Devereaux)
A/N: Merry Day 9 of the 12 Days of Fictmas! Thank you so much to our beautiful hostesses, @emichelle and @leelee10898, for putting all the work together to coordinate these reindeer games. This is my second fic for the event and does not fulfill the “chaos and disaster” theme; forgive me!
A/N #2: This takes place in my Remember Two Things universe, but you can probably read it regardless. All you need to know is that Alyssa and Drake fell in love in college at Langston University, lost each other when Drake was called back to Cordonia, have found each other again thanks to Liam’s social season, and are about to marry. Corinne and Patrick are Alyssa’s late parents. Mo is Mojito, Drake and Alyssa’s dog.
RTT readers: There’s a minor chapter 20 spoiler in here with Drake’s flashback.
I used two Christmas prompts: #29 Making out under the Christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their S/O’s eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath from this awesome list and PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF from this awesome list.
I also sneaked a Kinktober prompt in here for reasons I don’t even know. All the info for that is at the end. That makes this Kinkcember, apparently.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I adored writing it! Thanks to @kat-tia801 for encouraging me to give these babies a merry Christmas and to my beautiful and amazing bestie @bbrandy2002 for prereading. Thank you to @mskaneko for the beautiful edit in the moodboard above.
Warnings: language, N*FW for lemons 🍋🍋
Word count: 3865
December 2020
If anyone were to ask Drake or Alyssa, they both could still recite that last phone call by heart.
Olivia turned away from them both, unable to look at either of them. The awkward silence between the three of them seemed to stretch on for eternity. She hid her face from them as hot tears stung the corners of her eyes.
On the 8th day of ficmas…. Loose at Edenbrook a Naughty Elf with a Santa Suit
An Open Heart inspired fiction featuring Ethan Ramsey and (MC) Tia Sheldon
Words around 1700
Warnings: this follows Ethan and Tia after my Kinky Cards 2020 submission so it is M- erotica
All rights to Pixelberry characters and settings are acknowledged
Thanks to emichelle and leelee10898 for organizing this and for their patience with me.
12 Days of Fictmas Tag list
Tia was looking over the detailed list that Sienna had given her, checking it twice, she grinned and couldn’t keep herself from softly whisper signing “… makin’ a list, checkin’ it twice…. Dum de dum dum.. So naughty, but nice…” She slipped a small neatly wrapped silver brocade package with a tag that read “Merry Christmas Dr. Ramsey From: Your naughty Elf” into the large red shoulder pack that she’d been filling with the small tins of cookies and treats that Sienna had made’ and other small packages for staff and patients who were having to spend this Christmas at Edenbrook.
She pulled her phone out to check the time and frowned, it was later than she thought, and she had missed a call from Rafael who was supposed to be their Santa Claus. She sighed and called him back.
Rafael picked up on the first ring. ”Tia? I’m so sorry. I’ve got a fever.. I thought I’d be better once I got a shower and some coffee but it’s gotten worse. I don’t think I should do this. I don’t want to get anyone sick.”
Tia could hear the congestion and sadness in his voice. “Oh no. I’m so sorry you’re sick, Raphael. I understand. We’ll find someone. Just take care of yourself. Lots of fluids and plenty of rest. Doctors orders! We’re going to have a little New Year get together. You get better and we’ll see you there.”
She looked forlornly at the Santa costume draped over her desk. Then a mischievous grin settled on her face as she pulled out her phone and called Ethan.
________________________________
“This is all bass ackwards if you ask me.” Theodore Sheldon kept his dark eyes on the road as he grumbled. “… driving half-way across the country so we can at least meet this guy. AFTER they are already engaged! Two weeks before the wedding!… What if we didn’t want to come for Christmas? Maybe we would have liked to come for Thanksgiving! Maybe we already had plans for Christmas.”
Marie’s smile was a soft, private one as she glanced up from her book and over at her handsome, ranting, husband. The years had made him a perfect fit for the term debonair with a kiss of salt and pepper in his hair but only a single streak of white in his immaculately trimmed beard. He was usually very calm and genial perhaps with the exception of any suitors of their only child, Tia. Then all the proud, incredibly protective papa came full to the fore.
“Did we, mi Amor?”
“No. But that isn’t the point. He didn’t ask. He should have asked. We should know this man who is taking our Tia. He could be a complete fraud. Some charlatan out to take advantage of her. He’s too old for her. Something is wrong with a man never married and 38 years old. Maybe he is married. Left his wife and their kids in a trailer park in Detroit looking for greener pastures.”
“Theo, Stop it!” Marie shut her book app and frowned over at the mature man now pulling a face a five-year old sulking boy would be proud of.
“You know better. The moment you got off the phone with Tia when she told us they were engaged you Googled him. You know he’s a renowned doctor.
He’s a good man, Theo. And Tia is in love with him. Be happy for them. You know they were off on vacation when he proposed. And this works perfectly. We’ll get to spend Christmas and New Years and then the wedding the next week with them. It’s a lovely holiday for us the way this is working out.” She reached over and gently stroked his arm.
“Te amo, Theo. I’m looking forward to exploring Boston with you mi Amor.”
“He should have asked…” he grumbled but patted his wife’s hand on his arm.
_________________________________
Ethan was reviewing the cases that had come into the ER that morning. Thankfully they were all treat and release. A few minor burns, some cuts that required stitches but not surgery. A kid that swallowed a marble. Another with a broken toe and some pretty bad scrapes who was trying out his new skate board.
Slow was always good in the ER. But it was so slow that he was having too much time to be anxious about meeting Tia’s parents later. It was a strange feeling for him, wanting to impress… well anyone besides Tia.
Then his phone rang and he smiled as he answered, “Hello Tia. Have you heard when your parents will be arriving?”
“Ah. No. I think this afternoon or evening. But I have a problem I was hoping you might help me with. If you’re not too busy.”
“It’s been blessedly slow so far today. I was just reviewing cases. I think I have a bit before the afternoon food poisoning cases start arriving.
I’ll join you in a minute.”
_____________________________
He was wearing fake hair, bells and a fat suit.
Seven years of medical school three years of residency, Published seven times in the American Journal of Medicine. Two text books published on Diagnostic Methodology and the Interpretation of Diagnostic Modeling. He was wearing fake hair, bells, and a fat suit, and a grin as his very naughty elf bounced up to him jingling in her little green velvet elf suit with her peppermint knee sock clad legs, his ring on her finger, and bells bedecking the pointy toes of her green elf shoes struggling to carry a giant red sack that had presents sticking out of the top.
“Tia? Put that down and let’s find a cart. I do not want either of us getting a hernia for Christmas. It would definitely interfere with you making this up to me later.”
A few minutes later they settled on an empty IV tree as a Santa bag holder and went wheeling the bag through the halls distributing the assortment of goodies to the staff, popping in to occupied rooms and giving patients little gifts that didn’t violate dietary restrictions and brought lots of smiles to faces.
As they left the last room Tia grinned and held the small silver box up. “Only one left. Say’s it’s for Dr. Ramsey. I guess we should go to his office and see if he’s there…”
Ethan raised a brow and his bright eyes twinkled with amusement. “Lead the way.”
Tia smirked and sashayed her way to the elevator. She paused for a moment before hitting the button for the 4th floor.
The moment the elevator doors closed Ethan pulled her to him and kissed her. “4th floor is diagnostics not emergency.” He murmured as he let her go and the elevator door opened.
Tia sighed and giggled. Then led him down the hall toward her office stopping by the door just before hers. “I think you should open the present now.”
Ethan broke the tape seal and opened the box as his gaze held hers. Finally he looked down. There was a note, and a skimpy bit of green lace underwear wrapped around a key.
‘Look what I’m NOT wearing, just for you!
Doctor Banerji pulled a few strings and got us adjacent offices!’
He slid the key in the lock and opened the door to the darkened office letting her go in first. Shutting the door behind them he slipped his arms around her as he whispered, “I love you, my naughty elf.”
“Ummm… I love you too, Ethan. Thank you for doing this.” She kissed him sweetly then deepened the kiss.
He slid his hands down her back then below her skirt and found her bare bottom. Lifting her she wrapped her legs around him so he could carry her. She giggled softly as he carried her across the room to the desk, kissing her all the way. He set her down on the desk then stepped away and started wrestling his way out of the Santa suit.
“Hurry, Ethan. I need you.” she purred at him in the darkness.
“This damn suit is not cooperating.” The fat padding was attached with Velcro to a spandex body suit. He tried taking the spandex off without removing the fat pads first but that wasn’t working so he rolled the spandex back up and started ripping the fat pads off. “I can’t see a damn thing.”
Tia giggled as she heard the rrrrrip, rrrrip of Velcro separating. A few minutes later his hands cupped her face and he was kissing her again. Her hands explored the warmth of his bare chest and then wandered lower caressing his growing stiffness.
His fingers found her wetness a moment later as he slipped one and then a second finger into her, curling them up and stroking across her g spot. He heard her breathing change and soft mewls marked the nearing crest of her passion.
His voice was very low, “Lie back Darling. I need to be in you now.”
He pulled his fingers from her even as she guided his velvety hardness into her. His arm slipped beneath her to protect her from the edge of the desk as he began to thrust. Ethan knew all the mechanics and still the wonder and marvel of making love to this precious woman shattered him and remade him every time.
“Ethan… Ethan… I … “ Her back arched and he felt the storm within her clench around him and he was gone.
“Tia..” He held her to him tightly releasing deeply in her. “I..”
They both heard the knock and Sienna’s voice in the hallway. “Tia?”
“I’m not sure exactly where she is, Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon. Maybe she’s down in Dr. Ramsey’s office. Let’s check there. I know they were going to be distributing gifts but I think they already finished.”
…….. Merry Christmas!…..
On the 8th day of ficmas…. Loose at Edenbrook a Naughty Elf with a Santa Suit
An Open Heart inspired fiction featuring Ethan Ramsey and (MC) Tia Sheldon
Words around 1700
Warnings: this follows Ethan and Tia after my Kinky Cards 2020 submission so it is M- erotica
All rights to Pixelberry characters and settings are acknowledged
Thanks to emichelle and leelee10898 for organizing this and for their patience with me.
12 Days of Fictmas Tag list
Tia was looking over the detailed list that Sienna had given her, checking it twice, she grinned and couldn’t keep herself from softly whisper signing “… makin’ a list, checkin’ it twice…. Dum de dum dum.. So naughty, but nice…” She slipped a small neatly wrapped silver brocade package with a tag that read “Merry Christmas Dr. Ramsey From: Your naughty Elf” into the large red shoulder pack that she’d been filling with the small tins of cookies and treats that Sienna had made’ and other small packages for staff and patients who were having to spend this Christmas at Edenbrook.
She pulled her phone out to check the time and frowned, it was later than she thought, and she had missed a call from Rafael who was supposed to be their Santa Claus. She sighed and called him back.
Rafael picked up on the first ring. ”Tia? I’m so sorry. I’ve got a fever.. I thought I’d be better once I got a shower and some coffee but it’s gotten worse. I don’t think I should do this. I don’t want to get anyone sick.”
Tia could hear the congestion and sadness in his voice. “Oh no. I’m so sorry you’re sick, Raphael. I understand. We’ll find someone. Just take care of yourself. Lots of fluids and plenty of rest. Doctors orders! We’re going to have a little New Year get together. You get better and we’ll see you there.”
She looked forlornly at the Santa costume draped over her desk. Then a mischievous grin settled on her face as she pulled out her phone and called Ethan.
________________________________
“This is all bass ackwards if you ask me.” Theodore Sheldon kept his dark eyes on the road as he grumbled. “… driving half-way across the country so we can at least meet this guy. AFTER they are already engaged! Two weeks before the wedding!… What if we didn’t want to come for Christmas? Maybe we would have liked to come for Thanksgiving! Maybe we already had plans for Christmas.”
Marie’s smile was a soft, private one as she glanced up from her book and over at her handsome, ranting, husband. The years had made him a perfect fit for the term debonair with a kiss of salt and pepper in his hair but only a single streak of white in his immaculately trimmed beard. He was usually very calm and genial perhaps with the exception of any suitors of their only child, Tia. Then all the proud, incredibly protective papa came full to the fore.
“Did we, mi Amor?”
“No. But that isn’t the point. He didn’t ask. He should have asked. We should know this man who is taking our Tia. He could be a complete fraud. Some charlatan out to take advantage of her. He’s too old for her. Something is wrong with a man never married and 38 years old. Maybe he is married. Left his wife and their kids in a trailer park in Detroit looking for greener pastures.”
“Theo, Stop it!” Marie shut her book app and frowned over at the mature man now pulling a face a five-year old sulking boy would be proud of.
“You know better. The moment you got off the phone with Tia when she told us they were engaged you Googled him. You know he’s a renowned doctor.
He’s a good man, Theo. And Tia is in love with him. Be happy for them. You know they were off on vacation when he proposed. And this works perfectly. We’ll get to spend Christmas and New Years and then the wedding the next week with them. It’s a lovely holiday for us the way this is working out.” She reached over and gently stroked his arm.
“Te amo, Theo. I’m looking forward to exploring Boston with you mi Amor.”
“He should have asked…” he grumbled but patted his wife’s hand on his arm.
_________________________________
Ethan was reviewing the cases that had come into the ER that morning. Thankfully they were all treat and release. A few minor burns, some cuts that required stitches but not surgery. A kid that swallowed a marble. Another with a broken toe and some pretty bad scrapes who was trying out his new skate board.
Slow was always good in the ER. But it was so slow that he was having too much time to be anxious about meeting Tia’s parents later. It was a strange feeling for him, wanting to impress… well anyone besides Tia.
Then his phone rang and he smiled as he answered, “Hello Tia. Have you heard when your parents will be arriving?”
“Ah. No. I think this afternoon or evening. But I have a problem I was hoping you might help me with. If you’re not too busy.”
“It’s been blessedly slow so far today. I was just reviewing cases. I think I have a bit before the afternoon food poisoning cases start arriving.
I’ll join you in a minute.”
_____________________________
He was wearing fake hair, bells and a fat suit.
Seven years of medical school three years of residency, Published seven times in the American Journal of Medicine. Two text books published on Diagnostic Methodology and the Interpretation of Diagnostic Modeling. He was wearing fake hair, bells, and a fat suit, and a grin as his very naughty elf bounced up to him jingling in her little green velvet elf suit with her peppermint knee sock clad legs, his ring on her finger, and bells bedecking the pointy toes of her green elf shoes struggling to carry a giant red sack that had presents sticking out of the top.
“Tia? Put that down and let’s find a cart. I do not want either of us getting a hernia for Christmas. It would definitely interfere with you making this up to me later.”
A few minutes later they settled on an empty IV tree as a Santa bag holder and went wheeling the bag through the halls distributing the assortment of goodies to the staff, popping in to occupied rooms and giving patients little gifts that didn’t violate dietary restrictions and brought lots of smiles to faces.
As they left the last room Tia grinned and held the small silver box up. “Only one left. Say’s it’s for Dr. Ramsey. I guess we should go to his office and see if he’s there…”
Ethan raised a brow and his bright eyes twinkled with amusement. “Lead the way.”
Tia smirked and sashayed her way to the elevator. She paused for a moment before hitting the button for the 4th floor.
The moment the elevator doors closed Ethan pulled her to him and kissed her. “4th floor is diagnostics not emergency.” He murmured as he let her go and the elevator door opened.
Tia sighed and giggled. Then led him down the hall toward her office stopping by the door just before hers. “I think you should open the present now.”
Ethan broke the tape seal and opened the box as his gaze held hers. Finally he looked down. There was a note, and a skimpy bit of green lace underwear wrapped around a key.
‘Look what I’m NOT wearing, just for you!
Doctor Banerji pulled a few strings and got us adjacent offices!’
He slid the key in the lock and opened the door to the darkened office letting her go in first. Shutting the door behind them he slipped his arms around her as he whispered, “I love you, my naughty elf.”
“Ummm… I love you too, Ethan. Thank you for doing this.” She kissed him sweetly then deepened the kiss.
He slid his hands down her back then below her skirt and found her bare bottom. Lifting her she wrapped her legs around him so he could carry her. She giggled softly as he carried her across the room to the desk, kissing her all the way. He set her down on the desk then stepped away and started wrestling his way out of the Santa suit.
“Hurry, Ethan. I need you.” she purred at him in the darkness.
“This damn suit is not cooperating.” The fat padding was attached with Velcro to a spandex body suit. He tried taking the spandex off without removing the fat pads first but that wasn’t working so he rolled the spandex back up and started ripping the fat pads off. “I can’t see a damn thing.”
Tia giggled as she heard the rrrrrip, rrrrip of Velcro separating. A few minutes later his hands cupped her face and he was kissing her again. Her hands explored the warmth of his bare chest and then wandered lower caressing his growing stiffness.
His fingers found her wetness a moment later as he slipped one and then a second finger into her, curling them up and stroking across her g spot. He heard her breathing change and soft mewls marked the nearing crest of her passion.
His voice was very low, “Lie back Darling. I need to be in you now.”
He pulled his fingers from her even as she guided his velvety hardness into her. His arm slipped beneath her to protect her from the edge of the desk as he began to thrust. Ethan knew all the mechanics and still the wonder and marvel of making love to this precious woman shattered him and remade him every time.
“Ethan… Ethan… I … “ Her back arched and he felt the storm within her clench around him and he was gone.
“Tia..” He held her to him tightly releasing deeply in her. “I..”
They both heard the knock and Sienna’s voice in the hallway. “Tia?”
“I’m not sure exactly where she is, Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon. Maybe she’s down in Dr. Ramsey’s office. Let’s check there. I know they were going to be distributing gifts but I think they already finished.”
…….. Merry Christmas!…..
On the 8th day of ficmas…. Loose at Edenbrook a Naughty Elf with a Santa Suit
An Open Heart inspired fiction featuring Ethan Ramsey and (MC) Tia Sheldon
Words around 1700
Warnings: this follows Ethan and Tia after my Kinky Cards 2020 submission so it is M- erotica
All rights to Pixelberry characters and settings are acknowledged
Thanks to emichelle and leelee10898 for organizing this and for their patience with me.
12 Days of Fictmas Tag list
Tia was looking over the detailed list that Sienna had given her, checking it twice, she grinned and couldn’t keep herself from softly whisper signing “… makin’ a list, checkin’ it twice…. Dum de dum dum.. So naughty, but nice…” She slipped a small neatly wrapped silver brocade package with a tag that read “Merry Christmas Dr. Ramsey From: Your naughty Elf” into the large red shoulder pack that she’d been filling with the small tins of cookies and treats that Sienna had made’ and other small packages for staff and patients who were having to spend this Christmas at Edenbrook.
She pulled her phone out to check the time and frowned, it was later than she thought, and she had missed a call from Rafael who was supposed to be their Santa Claus. She sighed and called him back.
Rafael picked up on the first ring. ”Tia? I’m so sorry. I’ve got a fever.. I thought I’d be better once I got a shower and some coffee but it’s gotten worse. I don’t think I should do this. I don’t want to get anyone sick.”
Tia could hear the congestion and sadness in his voice. “Oh no. I’m so sorry you’re sick, Raphael. I understand. We’ll find someone. Just take care of yourself. Lots of fluids and plenty of rest. Doctors orders! We’re going to have a little New Year get together. You get better and we’ll see you there.”
She looked forlornly at the Santa costume draped over her desk. Then a mischievous grin settled on her face as she pulled out her phone and called Ethan.
________________________________
“This is all bass ackwards if you ask me.” Theodore Sheldon kept his dark eyes on the road as he grumbled. “… driving half-way across the country so we can at least meet this guy. AFTER they are already engaged! Two weeks before the wedding!... What if we didn’t want to come for Christmas? Maybe we would have liked to come for Thanksgiving! Maybe we already had plans for Christmas.”
Marie’s smile was a soft, private one as she glanced up from her book and over at her handsome, ranting, husband. The years had made him a perfect fit for the term debonair with a kiss of salt and pepper in his hair but only a single streak of white in his immaculately trimmed beard. He was usually very calm and genial perhaps with the exception of any suitors of their only child, Tia. Then all the proud, incredibly protective papa came full to the fore.
“Did we, mi Amor?”
“No. But that isn’t the point. He didn’t ask. He should have asked. We should know this man who is taking our Tia. He could be a complete fraud. Some charlatan out to take advantage of her. He’s too old for her. Something is wrong with a man never married and 38 years old. Maybe he is married. Left his wife and their kids in a trailer park in Detroit looking for greener pastures.”
“Theo, Stop it!” Marie shut her book app and frowned over at the mature man now pulling a face a five-year old sulking boy would be proud of.
“You know better. The moment you got off the phone with Tia when she told us they were engaged you Googled him. You know he’s a renowned doctor.
He’s a good man, Theo. And Tia is in love with him. Be happy for them. You know they were off on vacation when he proposed. And this works perfectly. We’ll get to spend Christmas and New Years and then the wedding the next week with them. It’s a lovely holiday for us the way this is working out.” She reached over and gently stroked his arm.
“Te amo, Theo. I’m looking forward to exploring Boston with you mi Amor.”
“He should have asked…” he grumbled but patted his wife’s hand on his arm.
_________________________________
Ethan was reviewing the cases that had come into the ER that morning. Thankfully they were all treat and release. A few minor burns, some cuts that required stitches but not surgery. A kid that swallowed a marble. Another with a broken toe and some pretty bad scrapes who was trying out his new skate board.
Slow was always good in the ER. But it was so slow that he was having too much time to be anxious about meeting Tia’s parents later. It was a strange feeling for him, wanting to impress… well anyone besides Tia.
Then his phone rang and he smiled as he answered, “Hello Tia. Have you heard when your parents will be arriving?”
“Ah. No. I think this afternoon or evening. But I have a problem I was hoping you might help me with. If you’re not too busy.”
“It’s been blessedly slow so far today. I was just reviewing cases. I think I have a bit before the afternoon food poisoning cases start arriving.
I’ll join you in a minute.”
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He was wearing fake hair, bells and a fat suit.
Seven years of medical school three years of residency, Published seven times in the American Journal of Medicine. Two text books published on Diagnostic Methodology and the Interpretation of Diagnostic Modeling. He was wearing fake hair, bells, and a fat suit, and a grin as his very naughty elf bounced up to him jingling in her little green velvet elf suit with her peppermint knee sock clad legs, his ring on her finger, and bells bedecking the pointy toes of her green elf shoes struggling to carry a giant red sack that had presents sticking out of the top.
“Tia? Put that down and let’s find a cart. I do not want either of us getting a hernia for Christmas. It would definitely interfere with you making this up to me later.”
A few minutes later they settled on an empty IV tree as a Santa bag holder and went wheeling the bag through the halls distributing the assortment of goodies to the staff, popping in to occupied rooms and giving patients little gifts that didn’t violate dietary restrictions and brought lots of smiles to faces.
As they left the last room Tia grinned and held the small silver box up. “Only one left. Say’s it’s for Dr. Ramsey. I guess we should go to his office and see if he’s there…”
Ethan raised a brow and his bright eyes twinkled with amusement. “Lead the way.”
Tia smirked and sashayed her way to the elevator. She paused for a moment before hitting the button for the 4th floor.
The moment the elevator doors closed Ethan pulled her to him and kissed her. “4th floor is diagnostics not emergency.” He murmured as he let her go and the elevator door opened.
Tia sighed and giggled. Then led him down the hall toward her office stopping by the door just before hers. “I think you should open the present now.”
Ethan broke the tape seal and opened the box as his gaze held hers. Finally he looked down. There was a note, and a skimpy bit of green lace underwear wrapped around a key.
‘Look what I’m NOT wearing, just for you!
Doctor Banerji pulled a few strings and got us adjacent offices!’
He slid the key in the lock and opened the door to the darkened office letting her go in first. Shutting the door behind them he slipped his arms around her as he whispered, “I love you, my naughty elf.”
“Ummm… I love you too, Ethan. Thank you for doing this.” She kissed him sweetly then deepened the kiss.
He slid his hands down her back then below her skirt and found her bare bottom. Lifting her she wrapped her legs around him so he could carry her. She giggled softly as he carried her across the room to the desk, kissing her all the way. He set her down on the desk then stepped away and started wrestling his way out of the Santa suit.
“Hurry, Ethan. I need you.” she purred at him in the darkness.
“This damn suit is not cooperating.” The fat padding was attached with Velcro to a spandex body suit. He tried taking the spandex off without removing the fat pads first but that wasn’t working so he rolled the spandex back up and started ripping the fat pads off. “I can’t see a damn thing.”
Tia giggled as she heard the rrrrrip, rrrrip of Velcro separating. A few minutes later his hands cupped her face and he was kissing her again. Her hands explored the warmth of his bare chest and then wandered lower caressing his growing stiffness.
His fingers found her wetness a moment later as he slipped one and then a second finger into her, curling them up and stroking across her g spot. He heard her breathing change and soft mewls marked the nearing crest of her passion.
His voice was very low, “Lie back Darling. I need to be in you now.”
He pulled his fingers from her even as she guided his velvety hardness into her. His arm slipped beneath her to protect her from the edge of the desk as he began to thrust. Ethan knew all the mechanics and still the wonder and marvel of making love to this precious woman shattered him and remade him every time.
“Ethan… Ethan… I … “ Her back arched and he felt the storm within her clench around him and he was gone.
“Tia..” He held her to him tightly releasing deeply in her. “I..”
They both heard the knock and Sienna’s voice in the hallway. “Tia?”
“I’m not sure exactly where she is, Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon. Maybe she’s down in Dr. Ramsey’s office. Let’s check there. I know they were going to be distributing gifts but I think they already finished.”
…….. Merry Christmas!.....
Song Inspiration: Christmas Without You by Ava Max
Going Home
December 19th…
Bryce finished stacking his luggage by the door. He looked around at all the Christmas decorations he had talked Chris into buying with a touch of bitter irony.
This was supposed to be their Christmas.
Leave it to his family to find a way to mess up yet another part of his life.
When I was little my mom’s meatloaf was my favorite food. But ONLY her meatloaf. I didn’t like anyone else’s, and she told me that she would teach me how to make it when I was older. And when I was like 19? She finally taught me, but she told me never to tell anyone else and I was like weird but okay
Anyway, she was super fucking homophobic and abusive to me when I told her I was gay, so here’s the recipe
4-6 lbs of Hamburger/turkey burger
1 pk onion soup mix OR ranch mix
1 TBs ketchup
1 Tbs spicy brown mustard,
1 Tbs bbq sauce
1 Tbs steak sauce
1 egg
mix, shape into a loaf in a big pan, and bake at 350 for 2 hrs (maybe 2 and a half if you’re feeling dangerous)
You can get almost all of these ingredients at the dollar store, and have leftovers if it’s just you. The leftovers make great tacos if (taco seasoning is also like a dollar). Enjoy your revenge loaf
here’s a mashed potato recipe from my homophobic mother that i swore to never share that would pair perfectly!
(6 servings)
-2lbs red potatoes
-1 cup butter (2 sticks)
-1 cup cream cheese (1 pack)
-Chives (optional)
-Salt & Pepper to taste
1. drop those bad boys (potatoes) in a big ol pot. U don’t even have to chop them just wash them
2. boil til soft!
3. Drain
4. Mash (usually they’re small enough you can use a fork if u don’t have one of those squashers) until its a pretty chunky mix
5. add the other stuff. Keep mashing
I like my mashed potato consistancy more lumpy but its all up to you!! Peel the potatoes or keep them on, it literally makes the creamiest fluffiest mashed potatoes which she always served with the nastiest fuckin meatloaf
Got room for desert? Cus my Grandma was just a generaly evil old hag who was abusive to my mum and my siblings also you guessed it since I came out I was not said hello to at christmas
She made pretty god Dampfnudeln (its like a sweet bread rool you eat hot and with vanilla sauce)
1. Put 300 gram flour into a bowl and make an indent in the middle
2.combine
20 gram yeast
1 tea sp. Brown sugar
3 tbsp milk
mix until smooth
3.mix into part of the flour but leave a big flour rim on the outside
4.set 30 gram of Butter on the flour rim and cover everything with a towel
let sit till you see bubbles in the dough
5. add
1/8 liter luke warm milk
30 gram Sugar
one pack of vanilla sugar
a pinch of salt
2 eggs
and knead the dough until smooth
6. put
1/8 luke warm milk
30 gram of Butter
1 pack of vanilla sugar
into a heat resistant glass bowl and let melt (the glass bowl is quite important)
7. Form about 12 dough rolls and put them into the milk
8. Cover with a lid (any lid will go it does not need to be sealed air tight)
Let bake in the pre heated oven at 200°C for about 30 minutes or until they start to get brown and fluffy
Because I will bring the FUCK YOU PIE! (This is any pie you’ve made that is so perfect the person you’re giving it to, who knows you hate them, has to eat it in humiliation.)
One of my favorite things about this post is the relatively “normal” nature of the meatloaf recipe. Like I can entirely see how it would be special to the OP and I am SO sorry their mother turned out to be such an asshole, but also I have definitely seen that recipe on the side of a food packaging box somewhere. :D
Hi all! So I recently hit my 1000 followers milestone (I’m still 🤯) and I wanted to do a giveaway to show my appreciation. I would normally do a fic, but I have a lot of wips at the moment (and also have commitment issues when it comes to completing them) So I reached out to the talented @misadrawss for a commission! The winner of the giveaway will receive a chibi style drawing for one character done by her!
The rules:
• You must be following me to enter. New followers are welcome and can participate!
• To enter, just like and reblog this post.
That’s it!
I’ll use a random generator to pick a winner on 11/29!
I can’t thank you all enough for all of your support and encouragement! I’ve made some pretty incredible friends and have interacted with some of the most amazingly kind people here. I truly appreciate each of you more than you know! ❤️
#ChoicesJulyChallenge, Prompt #1 (Home) and Prompt #2 (Regret)
Book: The Royal Heir
Pairing: Drake x MC (Alyssa Devereaux Walker)
A/N: This is probably going to be blown apart when Chapter 3 comes out Saturday - at least, I hope it will be. Drake and MC need to hear from the king how this “heir” thing is going to work. In the meantime, she’s going to make both of them regret the idea of baby Walker on the throne. All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.
Much, much later A/N #2: This became the prologue to One Rainy Day in Valtoria.
“Oh, for the love of God,” Alyssa muttered, eyeing the massive crowd of paparazzi and excited citizens blocking the entrance to Valtoria along the bridge. “Super glad everyone’s here to hear updates on our sex life.”
Maxwell snorted.
Drake glared at him, Hana, and Liam. “I can give them an update. We couldn’t even do it one last time because you vultures refused to hold a damn private jet long enough to –” He bit off the rest of the tirade as he saw how very many people waited on the bridge and grabbed his phone.
I haven’t done this since April, so hooray, a chance to get off a list you’re too shy to tell me you’re no longer interested in!!
Want to be added to a list? Let me know!
Want to stay where you are? Comment on this post! (a like will confuse me lol)
Want off the list(s)? Let me know or … say nothing and I’ll drop you next week! (I know tastes change and I post a lot and it can be very awkward to let someone know you don’t want to read them! No hard feelings! xoxo)
Perfect Match (Damien x MC): @edgiestwinter @irishwhiskys-blog @seriouslybadchoices @marshmallowsandfire
Open Heart (Bryce x MC and Ethan x MC someday lol): @cocomaxley @msjpuddleduck @silverofdreams @seriouslybadchoices @annekebbphotography @trappedinfandoms
Ride or Die (Logan x MC and Colt x MC someday lol): @silverofdreams @seriouslybadchoices @lovemychoices @troublemakerinspace
I am participating in @wackydrabbles prompts. This week’s prompt is “I dare you.”
A/N: Achates, in Greek and a Roman mythology, means faithful friend or companion.
A/N 2: This is canon books 1 & 2 up to the proposal (minus Liam offering the Duchess title), and throws book 3 out the window. This stemmed from a conversation with @dcbbw this morning … and here we are, lol. Thanks to her and @burnsoslow for prereading and encouraging me to post, lol.
