"I'm dreaming," she peeks up at me as if she needed me to confirm this is real, and she opens the box to see what is inside.

"I got the special edition," I tell her so that she knows everything is included in this pack. "So you got the album, the photobook, mini posters, photocards, and more. And I also added Han and Felix plushies," I gaze into her eyes, but she puts the box down and jumps in my arms. "You have no idea how happy this makes me," she bear hugs me, so I hold her close too, and she stands on her tiptoes to kiss my lips, giving me the best gift in return. "Thank you so much, I can't believe you got this for me," she kisses me again, and I feel my entire body relax. "I'm glad it makes you happy."

She does not wait a second before taking a closer look at the items, and my dad joins us. He comes in with y/n's luggage, puts it down, and hurries to close the door. He taps his feet on the floor to get the snow off his shoes and leaves them on the small carpet, next to y/n's shoes.

He takes his coat off but notices what y/n is focusing on, making his features brighten, and he glances up at me. We both smile at each other, me out of shyness since I know he knows, and him, out of pride.

"I'm going to decorate my room with all these pictures, it will look so good with my fairy lights," she already plans on doing, seeming very eager and excited. I grin at her and move forth to hold the side of her throat and press a kiss on her temple, and I walk towards the kitchen.

"Do any of you want a drink or snack?" I open the fridge and get a bottle of milk out to put it down. "A chocolate snack if you have," she answers, and my dad joins me. "Can you give me my cup?" he points his finger up at the cabinet next to me, so I take mine out and give him the one he uses all the time.

"I should buy you a new one, this one's getting old," I put this cup, which I bought him for dad's day when I used my pocket money for the first time ever, in front of him, and he grabs the milk before I could. "I don't want a new one, and I wash it every day, so you can't even tell it's ten years old," he pours the cold liquid into it but moves it to my cup. "I fill it?"

"Yes," I nod and hold it still. "I'll still buy you one if I want to, I'll get you a Christmas one," I chuckle and hear him do so, and he closes the bottle, so I get hold of the cocoa powder while he is putting the cups in the microwave, but I hurry to ask y/n if she wants the same drink. "Don't you want a hot chocolate, babe?"

"No, my stomach's bugging me," she refuses, and my dad warms the milk up, so I turn around and lean over the kitchen bar to look at her as she is still happily checking every item one by one. "Are you on your period?" I assume from what she told me, and she raises her eyes up to me. "No, but in a few days, so I always feel like that."

I peek at my dad and stand next to him to look for a Crunky in the snack cabinet for y/n. "Where did you put the heating pad?" I ask him, and he gets the cups out of the microwave. "It's in my bedroom because I've been using it for my muscle strain, but I'll give it to her if she needs it."

"No, it's okay. If you need it, I'll get her one at a shop before tonight," I watch him make the two hot chocolate for us. "No, don't worry. I'm really fine without it," he does not agree, never making himself pass first. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he smiles to affirm, so I listen and do not go against his words again. "Here you are," he slides my cup towards me and tidies up. "And give her a banana, it usually helps when you have cramps," he hands me one as I took my hot drink and the snack, so I thank him and bring it with me to y/n.

I sit down next to her and place both snacks before her. "Here. Eat this."

"Thank you, why the banana though?" she first goes for her favorite chocolate treat, and I swallow some of my comforting drink. "My dad said it could help cramps."

"I heard that many times," she bites into the bar, and my dad comes up to us with his cup. He sits down in front of us and puts his glasses on, but he leans forward and drops a box of pills near her. "If you have some cramps, those pills work well. You can take two in one go."

"Thank you so much, I will," she does not leave it aside but opens the box, and she pushes two of them out. I hope she will not be on her period this weekend and during Christmas.

•••

4:50 pm.

"You and your dad are so good at decorating for Christmas, your house looks so pretty and cozy," she scrutinizes every corner while holding the squirrel looking like plush, complimenting us. "My dad gave all the ideas and instructions, and I just followed," I direct all the praise towards him since I did less than he did, and she smiles at me. "But you both worked together."

"I showed him the picture you sent of your Christmas tree though, and he's jealous," I laugh back at the memory of his face. "Why? There's nothing to be jealous of," she does not even realize how gigantic the one at her house is. "Are you kidding me? Yours is so much taller, he'd love to have this here, but we can't," I slide my hands in the pockets of my sweatpants and lean back on my chair, both facing each other at the table.

"It's because the upper floor is a mezzanine, so the ceiling of the living room seems really high above us compared to here, so most houses can't have one that tall," her foot touches mine under the table. "My dad's gonna be impressed when we visit your house, he's gonna look like the happiest kid ever," I cannot help smiling at the thought of it. Christmas is a very important part of the year for him, so everything that revolves around it means a lot. "My dad's gonna flex because he's always proud when our family or friends visit us," she cutely giggles and sends some serotonin through my blood.

"Now that we're talking about this, am I gonna have to keep some distance between us when they're around?" I nibble on my lips and never take my eyes off of her, both of us playing with each other's feet under the table. "No, don't worry about that. My brother will maybe glare at you if you touch my thigh, kiss me on the lips, or touch my neck, but it's only because he's still not used to it."

"Touch your neck?" I scoff, not understanding why specifically. "Yeah, you always grab my neck or rub your fingers on my throat, but I already heard him talk about how much he'd hate to see a guy hold me that way because it shows too much dominance, and it's often for a sexual reason, so he wouldn't stand it," she explains, and I hold back from grinning. "The thing is that he doesn't know I like it, so just wait until he's gone or not looking."

"I sometimes don't even realize I'm doing it," I tell the truth and trap one of her feet between mine to annoy her. She chuckles and frees herself. She stands up without letting go of her plushie, and I stare at her walking around the table.

She pretends to be walking her plushie on the table while heading towards me, and I keep my laughter in. "Why are you holding Han like that? How dare you?"

"You're dumb," she laughs and hits me in the face with it, but I catch and steal it from her. "Come here if you want him back," I hide the toy under my hoodie, and she passes one of her legs over mine to sit astride my lap. "Give me this lucky quokka."

I shake my head and do not let her retrieve it, making her complain. "Do it, or I become very annoying," she pulls on the bottom of my hoodie. "You're always annoying," I smile to soften the rudeness of my words, and she hits my abdomen, getting me to giggle but keep him hidden.

"I didn't expect this plushie to be luckier than me," she does not sneak her fingers underneath to touch me, so I let go of the plushie to be able to hold her hands and intertwine our fingers. "And you haven't even seen how my abs look now."

"I want to though," she asks for me to reveal my stomach. "I gained fifteen pounds more this month, and I've been focusing a lot on my abs and thighs lately, so I'll show you on Christmas. That will be your gift."

"Fifteen pounds? After gaining ten pounds last month? I'm proud of you, my baby," she kisses my lips and makes me even more confident. "I can feel that your thighs are getting thicker, but I didn't dare say anything."

"Well, imagine the amazing things you could do on them," I lower my voice in case my dad can hear us in his office, and she slides her hands away from mine to land them on my thighs. "Use them as a couch, or pillow, sit on them while playing on your computer, so many amazing things," she pretends not to know what I am talking about exactly, and I lick my lips. "And more."

"Yes, and more," she mumbles and glances down at my hoodie. She pokes the plushie that is still underneath, wanting it. I do not say anything but pull my hoodie up, I flex my abs to tease her and give her the plushie to put my clothing back properly, but without a second thought, she slides her hands under and touches what she saw for less than five seconds.

She does not give any more attention to the toy that is on my crotch but feels me up with her hands. "Is that how abs feel?" she enjoys it, but because of the buildup of desire that has been worsening inside of me from the lack of physical contact between us, those delicate touches on this area excites me, and I grab her thighs and lean in to kiss her neck.

Knowing I will find it hard to resist her, I wrap my hands around her wrists and pull them away from my skin. "I've been touch deprived for too long, so I'm very sensitive."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't expect my baby boy to be so sensitive," she mocks me like a brat, earning a slap on the thigh. "Shut up and play with your plushie."

"Fine," she holds it but never stops gazing into my eyes.

•••

10:50 pm.

"Do you like how I put the fairy lights?" I ask for her opinion since this bedroom is ours to me, and I join her on the bed. "Yes, it's pretty. I find it better than neon ones," she gazes up at the ceiling, the four sides of them softly illuminated with the dim lights, I lie down by her side and stare at her, peeking down at her clothes I still cannot get over, her nude oversized sweater without anything underneath but her underwear, and her white thigh highs. I bring my eyes back to hers to not lose my mind, but she turns her head towards me. "I did something, but I'm too embarrassed to show it."

"Show what? I want to see it," she smiles and obviously feels very curious. I did it for her only, and it took me a lot of time to make it as pretty as I could, so I cannot keep it to myself. "Don't laugh, alright?" I turn to end on my back, hoping for her to mean her answer. "I won't. Why would I?"

"Because it's ridiculous," I bite on my bottom lip and grab the small remote control I need, and I turn on the lights over us. As soon as a dim red heart appears, I drift my eyes down to her and check her reaction, my heart beating hard out of nervousness again. "I really tried my best."

"This looks so beautiful," her gorgeous eyes sparkle, her facial expression exuding what seems like strong emotions. She turns her head to make eye contact, and she rolls towards me to wrap her arms around my body. "I love it so much. Why the hell would you say it's ridiculous? That's so cute of you to do this."

"I'm glad you think so," I breathe out with relief and hold her closer, and I drop a kiss on the crown of her head. "It makes me want to stay up all night to enjoy how it looks like."

"You could see it every night you know," I put my elbow down on the pillow to hold my head, and I comb her hair and gaze into her eyes once she raises her chin up. "I'd love to. I will this week though. I'll be in this bed every night."

"One week is short, but it's better than nothing," I press my lips on her soft ones and feel her pass one hand over my waist. "You know, you're more romantic than I thought," she softly speaks near my lips as we are both staring deep into each other's eyes, diving into one another. I smile, shyly, and brush her hair behind her ear to graze my fingers over the side of her face. "You make me feel good enough to show this side of me."

"I love this side, so I hope you'll show me more of it," she adds more reassurance to erase the insecurity I still have not gotten rid of since the last heartbreak I went through. "I will, but I'm scared you might find it cringe, so I never feel confident about the little surprises I prepare for you."

"Cringe? Do you want me to punch you?" she believes this could be threatening and scary, and I giggle, but the comfort her words brought softens my feelings. "I won't say it again, I'm sorry."

"Good, I don't want to hear this ever again," she slides her hands under my hoodie and skims my back with her fingers, and I glide mine down her side, keeping my head on my other hand to see her features more clearly.

Not finding anything more to say, we both remain quiet and stare, lovingly, our touches turning even more affectionate, more intimate as our warm skins feel like connected with electricity.

Missing the taste of her lips, I lean in and lock lips with her, and I do not break this contact, I keep kissing her and blindly drag my hands down to the bottom of her oversized sweater. Once I feel the thicker part of the fabric, I slip my fingers underneath to gradually make my way up to her waist, and I slide my tongue inside her mouth. The pleasure heightening, the heat rising, we passionately French kiss and touch each other up without getting enough of it.

Feeling the rush of excitement speed the beating of my heart up, I push forward with my entire body to lay her down, and I get on top of her. Her legs open right away to take me in between, and we keep going with even more ardor. Out of lust, I move one hand up inside her only clothing, and I caress her soft, warm skin, give some squeezes to her hips to grab the thicker parts, and I keep my mouth slightly open against hers once I feel her trap my tongue with her lips. She sucks it, her hands holding my face, the kiss becoming wetter, I run my fingers down her thigh, craving more of her, and our tongues swirl around one another in each other's mouth.

We both sound so hungry and desperate for each other, I love this so much, and I do not want it to stop yet.

To try to make her understand what I want, I thrust my hips and rub my erection against her core, slowly but heavily, and this simple motion causes our breathing to deepen, makes us and our bodies long for more profound sensations.

"Wait," I break the kiss and move back to a low degree to take my hoodie off, not standing the heat of my body anymore. I drop it next to us but notice a smile on her face, getting my lips to follow the same shape and mirror it. "What?" I close the gap between us to hover over her, and she peeks down at my neck. "Nothing," she fixes the position of my chain and set her shiny eyes back on mine. No word goes out of me for a few seconds, maybe even more, and the soothing caresses she gives to my neck reassure me enough to ask that one question I have been willing to say. "Do you want to...?"