13 days of X-mas. Day One.
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olukemi!
Music twanged in a style that could only be achieved by a ukulele. Fires lit and swirled, encircling the dancers, that surrounded them, spun round and round by talent and coordination of years of training. The hula dancers were just as stunning, hips shifting from slow and hypnotic to impossibly fast and furious, following whatever the beat of the drums demanded.
Chloe was there, in the center, and of course that meant Charlie was right up front watching. He liked to watch her dance, watch her do anything, because his suggestive green gaze on her, lingering too long over slight hips and small breasts, always made her bright red under her tanned skin, and she tried to avoid his look.
And yet her dancing grew subtly, unconsciously more seductive, as if some part of her knew he was watching and was pleased. The thought deepened the smirk on Charlie's face, kept it there until she was finished dancing. He couldn't tease her as badly as he wanted, not here at her father's Christmas luau, but he was doing a damn good job of it anyway. Lingering touches, intensely suggestive looks, and kisses that bordered on indecent, long enough to get the younger crowd at the parties giggling and whispering.
Christmas in Hawaii was a different sort of animal. Chloe had only spent Christmas there a handful of times, and the last few years she'd been in Alaska, where'd been more snow than she could see past, and she had been wrapped in sweaters and coats and scarves, and celebrating in minimal or no sunlight.
Hawaii, however? All right, it may have been chilly enough to need slacks and a jacket when one went outside. But not at a luau when the fires roared and there was so much dancing, drinking, and just movement, that the pleasant breeze of the winds was a welcome respite.
Charlie didn't try to keep up with the music. Most of it was in Hawaiian, and while he'd picked up a lot over the past almost year now, he had little desire to join in the Hawaiian caroling when his mouth was much better occupied leaving just barely decent kisses along Chloe's skin.
He'd had some to drink - she hadn't, couldn't not while - and his grin grew wide again - she was carrying his baby. Only a few months along, but long enough. His hand slid comfortably against her abdomen and remained there, tugging her back against him and holding her there.
One had to be blind to miss the closeness between them, and few people at that luau were that blind.
Hours later, after they'd made it back home, Chloe replayed the evening in her mind, and her cheeks held a flush and natural as though she had been drinking.
Tucked both under the covers and Charlie's arm, neither of them was wearing anything at all. She wasn't sure what time it was, though it was certain to be well after midnight by now and past Christmas, but she still said in a quiet voice, "Mele Kalikimaka."
Charlie opened one green eye and peered down at her. "Mele Ka... One more time?" He'd heard it plenty of times that day, but his tone was patently drowsy, as though he were close to drifting off.
As Chloe sat up, the blankets slipped off one shoulder, unintentionally baring both it and the beginning curve of one small breast. "Mele Kalikimaka. Merry Christmas."
Charlie gave her a lazy smile in reply, his eyes immediately dropping. "Mele Kalikimaka right back at ya." He hadn't been tired at all, not too tired anyway, and the sudden exposure of skin had his mind wandering to dangerous places. His hands smoothed down over her skin as he spoke, and when they started wandering the same places his mind had, Chloe let out a little sound that was half protest and half surrender at once. And as his mouth followed suit, protest fell by the wayside and it was all surrender as they gave their Hawaiian Christmas one last bit of celebration.
olukemi!Music twanged in a style that could only be achieved by a ukulele. Fires lit and swirled, encircling the dancers, that surrounded them, spun round and round by talent and coordination of years of training. The hula dancers were just as stunning, hips shifting from slow and hypnotic to impossibly fast and furious, following whatever the beat of the drums demanded.
Chloe was there, in the center, and of course that meant Charlie was right up front watching. He liked to watch her dance, watch her do anything, because his suggestive green gaze on her, lingering too long over slight hips and small breasts, always made her bright red under her tanned skin, and she tried to avoid his look.
And yet her dancing grew subtly, unconsciously more seductive, as if some part of her knew he was watching and was pleased. The thought deepened the smirk on Charlie's face, kept it there until she was finished dancing. He couldn't tease her as badly as he wanted, not here at her father's Christmas luau, but he was doing a damn good job of it anyway. Lingering touches, intensely suggestive looks, and kisses that bordered on indecent, long enough to get the younger crowd at the parties giggling and whispering.
Christmas in Hawaii was a different sort of animal. Chloe had only spent Christmas there a handful of times, and the last few years she'd been in Alaska, where'd been more snow than she could see past, and she had been wrapped in sweaters and coats and scarves, and celebrating in minimal or no sunlight.
Hawaii, however? All right, it may have been chilly enough to need slacks and a jacket when one went outside. But not at a luau when the fires roared and there was so much dancing, drinking, and just movement, that the pleasant breeze of the winds was a welcome respite.
Charlie didn't try to keep up with the music. Most of it was in Hawaiian, and while he'd picked up a lot over the past almost year now, he had little desire to join in the Hawaiian caroling when his mouth was much better occupied leaving just barely decent kisses along Chloe's skin.
He'd had some to drink - she hadn't, couldn't not while - and his grin grew wide again - she was carrying his baby. Only a few months along, but long enough. His hand slid comfortably against her abdomen and remained there, tugging her back against him and holding her there.
One had to be blind to miss the closeness between them, and few people at that luau were that blind.
Hours later, after they'd made it back home, Chloe replayed the evening in her mind, and her cheeks held a flush and natural as though she had been drinking.
Tucked both under the covers and Charlie's arm, neither of them was wearing anything at all. She wasn't sure what time it was, though it was certain to be well after midnight by now and past Christmas, but she still said in a quiet voice, "Mele Kalikimaka."
Charlie opened one green eye and peered down at her. "Mele Ka... One more time?" He'd heard it plenty of times that day, but his tone was patently drowsy, as though he were close to drifting off.
As Chloe sat up, the blankets slipped off one shoulder, unintentionally baring both it and the beginning curve of one small breast. "Mele Kalikimaka. Merry Christmas."
Charlie gave her a lazy smile in reply, his eyes immediately dropping. "Mele Kalikimaka right back at ya." He hadn't been tired at all, not too tired anyway, and the sudden exposure of skin had his mind wandering to dangerous places. His hands smoothed down over her skin as he spoke, and when they started wandering the same places his mind had, Chloe let out a little sound that was half protest and half surrender at once. And as his mouth followed suit, protest fell by the wayside and it was all surrender as they gave their Hawaiian Christmas one last bit of celebration.