Page 26 of Unruly Kris

He’d been antsy all morning, or what was left of it by the time they crawled out of bed. They had taken the day extremely easily, sleeping until almost noon (without complaint from her for the first time) and slowly waking up, still stretched out on the couch together under the blanket he had thrown over them. At first, she had thought he was hungover like she was, and the two energy drinks he had downed in quick succession while she nursed her coffee hadn’t helped. He’d taken two phone calls while she was in the shower scrubbing the last sticky traces of icing off her skin, and hardly eaten anything beyond stealing her toast while she swatted his hand away protectively. It wasn’t like him, but she wasn’t about to put a pall on their Christmas morning by saying it.

“Nope, they have security 24/7 on site, even more so on the holidays when no one is there. I even double checked with one of the lot guards, he’s going to keep an eye on it for me.” Kris reached over and squeezed her leg reassuringly. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it. I promise.”

“Why do I feel like that sentence never turns out well?” Cath glanced at him over her sunglasses and smirked.

“Because you’re a gorgeous, strong but slightly paranoid soldier who routinely gets her ass kicked by ethereal monks and monsters with superpowers?” Kris took them off the highway and started into the city.

“Excuse me,I kick ass, I don’t get my ass kicked.” Her voice took on the “take no shit” tone that she used when she was trying to sound offended. “But aside from that, you’re pretty apt.”

“High praise,” he said dryly with a chuckle as he cruised down Hollywood Boulevard. He seemed at home, tapping his fingers off the steering wheel, and moving his head to the Christmas music playing quietly on the radio. Dressed impeccably in black jeans, a dark green dress shirt and a tailored black blazer he radiated good looks and charm. He’d spent half an hour trying to decide which AVERY belt buckle to wear, and she had to admit, it suited well. They still had a couple hours before their dinner reservation, and she was beyond tempted to say fuck it and drag him back to the condo early to continue where they had left off the evening before.

He glanced in her direction and wagged a finger at her. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” She said innocently, stretching in her seat, brushing her hand across his thigh lightly.

“Like you want to eat me.” He cruised into the parking lot of the studio and paused, taking a swipe card out of his jacket pocket, and tapping it off the entry gate that led to the studio common area.

Cath gave him a smirk and raised an eyebrow, letting her hand creep further up his thigh to the crease of his jeans, brushing her fingers over his cock, quick and feather light.

“Stop tempting me.” Kris warned picking up her hand and kissing her fingers. “Before I pull us into a secluded spot and show you just how far back the seats on the Lambo go.”

“Isn’t your trailer on site now?” she said sweetly, and she could see the various XXX- rated ideas running through his head a mile a minute like a teaser reel.

“No! well yes, but no.” She had never seen him flustered before, but he was borderline, and she was having trouble holding her laughter in as they approached the guard station that led to the expensive larger sets on site. “You’re having way too much fun breaking me.”

“You make it so easy, it’s almost a crime.” She snickered as they stopped, and Kris casually put the window down.

“Hey Frank,” He leaned out and casually gave the guard a fist bump. “Merry Christmas.”

“Back at you Kris,” He opened the gate and motioned them through with the ease of someone who did it all day. “Headed to Lot 8, yes?”

“You know it my man.” They sailed through and in no time pulled up to what was clearly the largest building on the lot. With the steel and chrome façade it reminded Cath of a prison complex and could have easily housed both the medical complex and the admin buildings at Pendleton. Kris parked then killed the engine before turning to her. “Okay, in and out. I’ll be right back.”

He kissed her swiftly and hopped out, running to the trunk to grab the bags he needed, and then disappeared inside the building, leaving Cath to check her phone idly while she waited. A few moments later, it went off with a message:

Made a stupid mistake and grabbed the bag with our gifts in it instead of the bag with the wine. Can you bring it in? Door is unlocked.

With a roll of her eyes and a soft chuckle, she undid her seatbelt and hopped out, heading to the trunk, and grabbing the tote she found with wine bottles stacked in it then heading for the set. She juggled the tote against her hip as she pulled open the door, half expecting that he would appear and help her and stepped inside….

…and stopped dead in her tracks, looking around in wonderment, unable to stop her jaw from dropping.

She’d walked into a winter wonderland.

Of all the things she expected on the other side of the door, the downtown of a picturesque New England style village decorated to the nines with Christmas decorations and lights was not one of them. From where she was standing, she could see several storefronts decorated with gifts and holiday décor and everything around her was covered in at least an inch of “snow.” The façade of a library with two large, fully decorated Christmas trees stood to her left and a path wound around the corner, leading to more of the set she couldn’t see.

“Merry Christmas.”

Cath turned in surprise, so distracted and charmed by the scene in front of her that she hadn’t even seen Kris stroll up casuallybehindher. He took the tote from her arms and set it down, taking her by both hands and pulling her further inside.

“What…is…. this?” She was slightly stunned, and from the pleased look on his face, she could tell that was exactly what he had wanted. He laughed, and gently tugged her along so she could see more. “Kris, what did you do?”

He tugged her into his arms, settling her against his chest and gently bumping his nose against hers. “I made Christmas for you, for us.”

“I can see that,” she said happily. “I just mean how, how did you pull this off?”

“Well, it’s like we talked about before, we really didn’t get a chance to plan anything ahead of time.” He held her close, spreading his hands across her back and stroking along her skin. “Between us still being new, the accident, lack of time off, things were kind of loco. Any other holiday I probably would have whisked you away somewhere private, skiing in Lucerne or a secluded resort in the Maldives. Instead, I found a creative way to give us away here.”

He brushed her bangs out of the way and kissed her sweetly on the forehead, letting his lips linger against her skin. “And you said you’d never really had a white Christmas so I wanted to find a way to make it happen for you.”

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