Christmas Tarts
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misssara11Title: Christmas Tarts
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Hannah Baxter (aka Belle's real name)
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl and the events of Complications Minor.
Summary: Hannah gives Peter a treat on Christmas Eve.
AN: Inspired by and for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swankkat. Inspiration came in the form of this doodle made especially for me with my Christmas card! And for her, just because. This story takes place after Complications Minor, during the yet-unnamed and unwritten sequel. You really should read that before reading this.
Peter stretched and quietly belched. Hannah had stuffed him full of holiday treats and he was ready to go into a food coma until the next day. However, the woman he adored said she had an early present for him and to wait in the bedroom.
It was their second Christmas together. This year, when he’d been offered the day off, he readily accepted. With Hannah working in an office while she was hoping her foray into writing would take off, their time together had been restricted. Any time they could be alone, they took.
When he'd been shooed away from the table, Peter changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt slightly less rumpled than the one he’d been wearing all day.
He fought back a yawn and called, "Hannah? Love? Am I waiting for anything in particular or do you just want to turn in early so you can wake me at 5:00 AM by jumping on the bed, demanding to open your presents, all while wearing footie pyjamas?"
"Coming. Patience is a virtue, darling."
When she came into view, he tried not to let his jaw drop to his chest. He scanned her from head to toe. Her hair was down, hanging in soft waves; her lips were a vibrant red. The bulk of her bra was a shining red that matched her lips and most likely silk. Its thin straps connected at the cups with tiny bows. There was a thick black belt wrapped around her waist from which a very short skirt, that matched the bra, flared out. The tops of the cups and the hem of the skirt were accented in snowy white material. His eyes continued down her bare thighs and knees to the part that almost made him come undone, as she no doubt knew: a pair of knee-high black boots with high, chunky heels.
He met her gaze. "You changed your hair."
"Yes. Thought I’d try fringe for a bit. What do you think?" Hannah put her hands on her hips, cocking one forward and tilted her head.
"Lovely. I like it."
"Didn’t we have this conversation already?"
Peter gave her a lopsided smirk "Don't remember. The second you came in wearing that, all the blood in my head headed south."
Hannah waggled her eyebrows. "Interesting." She crawled onto the bed and up his body until she was straddling his hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck. As their lips met, a hand dragged up her thigh to rest on her hip. When she pulled back, Hannah let one hand rest on Peter's neck to play with the ends of his hair and the other she set near the one he had on her leg. "So young man, have you been naughty or nice?"
"At the moment I’m thinking of leaning toward the naughty side." He leaned forward to nibble her neck. "You smell like candy canes."
"New lotion. Thought it was appropriate. Oo, right there." While he kept himself occupied, Hannah busied herself pulling up his shirt. His lips moved to the spot just below her ear as soon as the tee cleared his head.
He moved enough to mummer, "I though you didn’t like wearing get-ups like this."
"I didn't used to. But since I'm all but retired from that life and I'm not donating my lingerie to anyone else, you get some surprises. Besides, this stuff is bloody expensive, I'm not just going to throw it out!" He chuckled but didn’t stop teasing her skin.
Peter let out a cross between a growl and a moan as Hannah rocked against him. "Father Christmas aware of what his elves get up to on his big night?"
"Mmm. We tend not to share our down time activities." She raised herself up on her knees and moved both of Peter’s hands under her skirt to her panties. He could feel they were the same material as the rest of the outfit and with a gentle tug, he saw the colour matched as well. She sat, balanced on his legs and through some clever bending on her part, the knickers were removed completely. When she came back up, her teeth pulled on his earlobe in a way that he loved.
Peter pulled down the straps of the bra but only exposed one breast which he immediately started to suckle. He mumbled something that resembled, "Thank you Santa."
He felt her breath against his ear before she said, "Ho, Ho, Ho!"
This time the groan was not one of desire. He pushed Hannah back so he could look at her. "Now see, I wasn't going to go for the obvious crass joke regarding your former profession. Thought of it. But I was above saying it out loud."
She shrugged. "Eh, I'm not above it. Just above you." She winked at him and grinned. They started laughing as he rubbed his hands up and down her sides.
She didn't notice when he tightened his grip and said, "Not for long." Hannah yelped when Peter flipped them so that her back was on the mattress. She broke into another fit of giggles. It wasn't long after that Peter had the rest of his clothes off and was settling his hips on top of Hannah's. After he entered her, she wrapped her legs around his hips and each thrust brushed the ends of her heels against the tops of his thighs. He loved those boots.
He protested when she planted her feet back down. She just shook her head and encouraged him to roll over. She moved above him and he grew closer to ending this little encounter.
Suddenly her actions slowed to an agonising pace. "Now Peter, during this joyous time of year, it's much better to give than receive. So, it's in your best interest to give me an orgasm before you receive your own."
Her stern look change to an opened-mouth gasp as his fingers moved to ensure that she got her wish. When he felt her start to spasm around him, he flipped them back over and let himself go.
Peter rolled off and consequently out of her. Hannah curled to his side and started tracing designs below his navel. He did the same up and down the bit of spine between the bra band and belt.
Hannah lifted her head. "Footie pyjamas?"
"It's possible. You have quite the collection of nightwear even in your civilian clothes. You’ve trotted a large assortment through here. And I haven’t actually seen you on Christmas morning." He looked down at her as she rested her chin on his chest.
"I though maybe you had a thing you hadn't shared with me yet." She grinned at him.
He returned it with a soft smile. "Love, the only 'things' I have that you don’t know about are ones you have yet to unleash on me." That seemed to satisfy her as she threw her leg over his. "What brought this on then?"
"I had the jam tart from the bakery box for pudding and I though it was only fair that you had a tart of your own."
"Well, you know me and sweet things."
"Exactly." She still hadn't made any attempt to right herself. Only the one breast was free though both straps hung down her arms. The skirt was bunched up and wrinkled. Her lipstick was delightfully smudged. She looked gorgeous. He said as much before kissing her and getting out of the bed to clean himself up.
When he returned, Hannah had removed her clothes but let him take off the boots. While they both enjoyed themselves, they agreed they’d hold off on doing anything else until the next day…or at least later that night.
They spooned together in the dark. Peter rubbed his hand over Hannah’s hip. "So Elf Baxter, I think I more than adequately covered 'nice' tonight."
"Yes you did. The report back to the man in charge will be satisfactory."
"Maybe tomorrow I can work on 'naughty' with your help."
She turned to face him. "You better." She kissed him but pushed him away when he started to do more. "There's more than one kind of naughty." He groaned as she giggled. "Also, did you notice?" She pointed up to the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above them. He smiled and kissed her again. "Happy Christmas, Peter. I love you."
"I love you too. Happy Christmas, Hannah."
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Hannah Baxter (aka Belle's real name)
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl and the events of Complications Minor.
Summary: Hannah gives Peter a treat on Christmas Eve.
AN: Inspired by and for
swankkat. Inspiration came in the form of this doodle made especially for me with my Christmas card! And for her, just because. This story takes place after Complications Minor, during the yet-unnamed and unwritten sequel. You really should read that before reading this.Peter stretched and quietly belched. Hannah had stuffed him full of holiday treats and he was ready to go into a food coma until the next day. However, the woman he adored said she had an early present for him and to wait in the bedroom.It was their second Christmas together. This year, when he’d been offered the day off, he readily accepted. With Hannah working in an office while she was hoping her foray into writing would take off, their time together had been restricted. Any time they could be alone, they took.
When he'd been shooed away from the table, Peter changed into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt slightly less rumpled than the one he’d been wearing all day.
He fought back a yawn and called, "Hannah? Love? Am I waiting for anything in particular or do you just want to turn in early so you can wake me at 5:00 AM by jumping on the bed, demanding to open your presents, all while wearing footie pyjamas?"
"Coming. Patience is a virtue, darling."
When she came into view, he tried not to let his jaw drop to his chest. He scanned her from head to toe. Her hair was down, hanging in soft waves; her lips were a vibrant red. The bulk of her bra was a shining red that matched her lips and most likely silk. Its thin straps connected at the cups with tiny bows. There was a thick black belt wrapped around her waist from which a very short skirt, that matched the bra, flared out. The tops of the cups and the hem of the skirt were accented in snowy white material. His eyes continued down her bare thighs and knees to the part that almost made him come undone, as she no doubt knew: a pair of knee-high black boots with high, chunky heels.
He met her gaze. "You changed your hair."
"Yes. Thought I’d try fringe for a bit. What do you think?" Hannah put her hands on her hips, cocking one forward and tilted her head.
"Lovely. I like it."
"Didn’t we have this conversation already?"
Peter gave her a lopsided smirk "Don't remember. The second you came in wearing that, all the blood in my head headed south."
Hannah waggled her eyebrows. "Interesting." She crawled onto the bed and up his body until she was straddling his hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck. As their lips met, a hand dragged up her thigh to rest on her hip. When she pulled back, Hannah let one hand rest on Peter's neck to play with the ends of his hair and the other she set near the one he had on her leg. "So young man, have you been naughty or nice?"
"At the moment I’m thinking of leaning toward the naughty side." He leaned forward to nibble her neck. "You smell like candy canes."
"New lotion. Thought it was appropriate. Oo, right there." While he kept himself occupied, Hannah busied herself pulling up his shirt. His lips moved to the spot just below her ear as soon as the tee cleared his head.
He moved enough to mummer, "I though you didn’t like wearing get-ups like this."
"I didn't used to. But since I'm all but retired from that life and I'm not donating my lingerie to anyone else, you get some surprises. Besides, this stuff is bloody expensive, I'm not just going to throw it out!" He chuckled but didn’t stop teasing her skin.
Peter let out a cross between a growl and a moan as Hannah rocked against him. "Father Christmas aware of what his elves get up to on his big night?"
"Mmm. We tend not to share our down time activities." She raised herself up on her knees and moved both of Peter’s hands under her skirt to her panties. He could feel they were the same material as the rest of the outfit and with a gentle tug, he saw the colour matched as well. She sat, balanced on his legs and through some clever bending on her part, the knickers were removed completely. When she came back up, her teeth pulled on his earlobe in a way that he loved.
Peter pulled down the straps of the bra but only exposed one breast which he immediately started to suckle. He mumbled something that resembled, "Thank you Santa."
He felt her breath against his ear before she said, "Ho, Ho, Ho!"
This time the groan was not one of desire. He pushed Hannah back so he could look at her. "Now see, I wasn't going to go for the obvious crass joke regarding your former profession. Thought of it. But I was above saying it out loud."
She shrugged. "Eh, I'm not above it. Just above you." She winked at him and grinned. They started laughing as he rubbed his hands up and down her sides.
She didn't notice when he tightened his grip and said, "Not for long." Hannah yelped when Peter flipped them so that her back was on the mattress. She broke into another fit of giggles. It wasn't long after that Peter had the rest of his clothes off and was settling his hips on top of Hannah's. After he entered her, she wrapped her legs around his hips and each thrust brushed the ends of her heels against the tops of his thighs. He loved those boots.
He protested when she planted her feet back down. She just shook her head and encouraged him to roll over. She moved above him and he grew closer to ending this little encounter.
Suddenly her actions slowed to an agonising pace. "Now Peter, during this joyous time of year, it's much better to give than receive. So, it's in your best interest to give me an orgasm before you receive your own."
Her stern look change to an opened-mouth gasp as his fingers moved to ensure that she got her wish. When he felt her start to spasm around him, he flipped them back over and let himself go.
Peter rolled off and consequently out of her. Hannah curled to his side and started tracing designs below his navel. He did the same up and down the bit of spine between the bra band and belt.
Hannah lifted her head. "Footie pyjamas?"
"It's possible. You have quite the collection of nightwear even in your civilian clothes. You’ve trotted a large assortment through here. And I haven’t actually seen you on Christmas morning." He looked down at her as she rested her chin on his chest.
"I though maybe you had a thing you hadn't shared with me yet." She grinned at him.
He returned it with a soft smile. "Love, the only 'things' I have that you don’t know about are ones you have yet to unleash on me." That seemed to satisfy her as she threw her leg over his. "What brought this on then?"
"I had the jam tart from the bakery box for pudding and I though it was only fair that you had a tart of your own."
"Well, you know me and sweet things."
"Exactly." She still hadn't made any attempt to right herself. Only the one breast was free though both straps hung down her arms. The skirt was bunched up and wrinkled. Her lipstick was delightfully smudged. She looked gorgeous. He said as much before kissing her and getting out of the bed to clean himself up.
When he returned, Hannah had removed her clothes but let him take off the boots. While they both enjoyed themselves, they agreed they’d hold off on doing anything else until the next day…or at least later that night.
They spooned together in the dark. Peter rubbed his hand over Hannah’s hip. "So Elf Baxter, I think I more than adequately covered 'nice' tonight."
"Yes you did. The report back to the man in charge will be satisfactory."
"Maybe tomorrow I can work on 'naughty' with your help."
She turned to face him. "You better." She kissed him but pushed him away when he started to do more. "There's more than one kind of naughty." He groaned as she giggled. "Also, did you notice?" She pointed up to the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above them. He smiled and kissed her again. "Happy Christmas, Peter. I love you."
"I love you too. Happy Christmas, Hannah."
