She’d prepped most of the food after Tristan left the night before, trying to work off the antsy energy she felt at the fact he decided to leave. Cosima had been sure he would fuck her right there on the couch when he’d returned. Instead, he waited for her to head to the bathroom and clean herself up before helping her decorate the tree. The nonstop banter they had while decorating the tree was almost enough for her to forget the disappointment she felt. When they finally stepped away from the tree with its perfectly placed blue, silver, and white ornaments and twinkling lights, the garlands that they draped over her TV console, and the blue and silver wreath she hung on her door, Cosima was very pleased. She took a few snaps to send to her mother before she headed to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine for her and a whiskey for Tristan. She returned to the couch with the expectation they would end the night with a bang…or several bangs…but he’d just snuggled up to her, occasionally placing kisses at her temple and against her jaw while she pulled up the first Home Alone movie. Then he proceeded to roast her, the directors, the plot, the actors, and the setting for every second of the damn thing.

Cosima sipped her tea, not fighting the fond smile that kissed her lips when she remembered his insistence that the first and second Home Alone movies were just an exploration of bad parenting.

“I hope you won’t have anything to say when I come at the movies you choose with the same energy,” she’d teased.

“I already know how I’ll deal with that,” he’d said with a cheeky grin.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Tell me that Die Hard is trash.”

“Die Hard is…”

Tristan cut her off by pressing her lips to his, then wrapping his hand around her waist so he could pull her onto his lap. He kissed her until she forgot how they got there in the first place. She kissed him even harder when she started to feel the evidence of how much he wanted her pressed against her stomach, but when she grabbed his hand to guide it under her sweater, desperate to feel his fingertips against her skin, he broke the kiss. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

His dick twitched in his jeans on cue, and both Tristan and Cosima laughed when he amended. “Maybe you do. But I need to pull back on this because I want to be able to savor you our first time together, and I still need to pick things up from the grocery store for our Christmas lunch.”