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Christmas tiiiime

Who: Bioshock ~~Family~~ House! (and friends)
What: ITS CHRISTMAS! And they're going to be civil to each other dagnabbit
When: Christmas?
Where: The Bioshocker House!
Summary: Everyone is happy! Food! Presents! Puppies? Proposals! WAIT WAHT?!
Rating: P for words starting with P.

Tree? Check. It's pathetic and almost half the pine-needles are missing from getting dragged into the house.

Ornaments? Check.

Christmas dinner? Well...there's food, at least! Robert and Booker might have raided the supermarket for all the microwaveable and appropriate foods to have for Christmas. There's microwaved chicken, microwaved mashed potatoes, microwaved green beans that are really soggy and smell funny, microwaved rolls, and microwaved ham. Because there should be variety, damnit. There's also a pie sitting in the microwave, waiting. And vanilla ice cream.

Booker wouldn't call it a feast or anything but it's not like there's absolutely nothing to be seen.

They haven't gone all out or anything for the first Christmas they're spending together, nobody here really has the Christmas spirit to do it. Either the Luteces don't remember how to do Christmas or they just don't care - the latter is more likely and Booker hasn't done Christmas in decades so it feels off to even find a tree. Booker doesn't know if Elizabeth ever got to celebrate the holiday in her tower but as far as he's concerned this should be good enough.

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"No. Never." Ugh no whyyyyy... he'd never thought of that before, but now he couldn't get the thought out of his head, much to his dismay. 'Awful' was the understatement of the year, in his opinion. "Now I think I'm going to need to see you naked to get that out of my mind."

"Never? Really..." Elizabeth pretended not to hear the comment about needing to see her naked, and put a finger to her chin in mock thought. "Ohhh, you must think more about what Robert looks like under his jacket and trousers. Now I get it."

~~She was awful, and Gai was going to take his ring back at this rate.~~

"Now you're just being cruel," Gai said with a laugh. There was one very simple and straightforward way to get her to stop giving him such horrible mental images, however, and it was one he didn't think she'd object to one bit.

He simply leaned in to kiss her again, stopping any further commentary she may have had with his own lips on hers.

She was being cruel, but he was only rewarding her bad behavior with kissing. Elizabeth let Gai kiss her for a few moments before pulling back and standing up. Gai's hand in hers, she indicated that he should stand up to, and follow her to her room.

Rewarding temporarily-- he had every intention of teasing her right back (possibly to the point of begging; he still found the very idea to be hot) once they were safely in her bedroom with the door locked. When she stood, so too did he, giving that hand a squeeze accompanied by a smile that was far too seductive to be read any other way than "We'll see who can tease whom more."

Elizabeth giggled softly at the smile, ever intrigued, ever easily seduced by Gai. Still, when she smiled back at him, it wasn't as a horny young woman stealing her boyfriend into her room for some daring fun. It was Elizabeth wanting to be as close as she could to Gai at the beginning of their commitment to each other.

"We'll still do the lights at your apartment tomorrow--I won't have to be quiet there."

Gai allowed himself a brief moment of misbehavior in the form of using their joined hands to tug her into his arms for a quick hug before separating once more, still grinning. Fun was fun, but having Booker possibly overhear them was something else entirely. Being quiet was going to be the order of business for the night, as much as he might wish otherwise.

"I'd be disappointed if you weren't. After all, I have to maintain my ego somehow."

"Oh, so I'm solely responsible for maintaining your ego? Is that going to be part of my responsibility as your wife?" she giggled. The barb lost most of its sarcasm when Elizabeth referred to herself as Gai's wife. Instead, Elizabeth blushed and pulled on Gai's hands again, taking them into her bedroom.

"Only if you want it to be." His response, on the other hand, was entirely sincere. While he might have joked about that sort of thing, he would never want Elizabeth to feel obligated to do anything like that for him unless she wanted to. Marriage was a partnership, after all, and it was just as much about giving as it was about receiving.

But that didn't mean he wasn't about to let her tug him into the bedroom-- it couldn't have been more clear that this was exactly what she wanted right now.

"Mm... I could see myself doing that," Elizabeth mused, her voice just a whisper now that they were in her room. "But if you want me to make noise to boost your ego, you have to give me something to make noise over."

She grinned in the darkness and stretched up to nuzzle under Gai's jaw. "Shut the door for me...?"

"Something tells me that isn't going to be a problem," he murmured back, leaning down to press a few soft kisses to her forehead. "I do have a track record following me by now thanks to you." His only regret was that the room was too dark to see the reaction she might have to him saying that.

Still, when she asked him to shut the door, it was a matter of a mere second for him to reach behind him and do so, carefully turning the lock until they were rewarded with a soft click. There, perfect.

"What?" Elizabeth giggled, imagining various attractive women in Luceti whispering behind their hands about how capable Gai was and what reputation he had for taking care of her. "What kind of track record?"

Door shut, she still spoke at a whisper. But her hands were wandering to the closures on Gai's clothing. They had never done this in near-complete darkness. It was a little exciting, just feeling her way.

"We did make the headboard hit the wall multiple times. I'd be worried if I had any next-door neighbors," was his response. "Or if I did, they wouldn't be there for long."

As visual a person as Gai was, even he had to admit there was something incredibly sexy about the darkness that necessitated them to rely on their other senses. And, of course, he could always blame a wandering hand on his inability to see anything properly. It wasn't his fault if he couldn't see the buttons he was trying to undo...

"They would have to leave, obviously. You aren't one to let anything interrupt, so any attempts they made at getting us to quiet down would be useless," she grinned as she finally found the buttons on Gai's shirt. Elizabeth unbuttoned one, then slid her fingers delicately up to the next one.

"Got it in one. They'd be lucky if I didn't throw anything at them on their way out." His own fingers were mirroring her actions on his shirt, trailing over the fabric of her blouse until he found the buttons and began to undo them. It was probably too much to hope that she wasn't wearing that damned corset tonight, but it couldn't hurt to keep his fingers crossed anyway.

Elizabeth laughed, maneuvering around Gai's arms so she could continue unbuttoning him while he worked on her blouse. Unfortunately he did have a corset to contend with--she hadn't expected they would be engaging in clandestine sex on Christmas Eve, and the waist on her skirt was slimmer than her uncorseted waist...

"Surely being interrupted once isn't enough to throw things. You make it sound like you're only going to have one opportunity," she smiled in the dark, having finished with Gai's shirt. She reached back and unzipped her skirt, staying silent as it fell to the floor with a rustle. "You're going to have me for the rest of our lives."

"Or maybe I just don't like the thought of anyone sticking their nose into our business." He punctuated his sentence with a kiss that ended up being closer to the corner of her mouth than right on her lips due to the darkness. "Call me selfish, but I'd like to have you all to myself at times like these."

Shirt now unbuttoned, he shrugged it off, moving his arms away from her just long enough to slip his arms out of it and toss it somewhere off to the side. That accomplished, he settled his hands back onto her waist and pulled her in for a long, slow kiss. Tonight was special, and there was no need to rush things. He wanted to take it slow and just savor every moment, burn it into his memory forever.

"Alright... so maybe I can't claim anything different," Elizabeth admitted with another quiet laugh. "But nothing with corners! No lamps, no books!"

She heard Gai's shirt drop to the floor, felt his arms draw her in, and she knew to look up so he could kiss her. Gai was taking things more slowly than they ever had before, and it surprised Elizabeth a little. In the beginning, even though Elizabeth had requested that they go slowly, she could still feel Gai straining at the reins, wanting her, wanting to go faster. She can't feel any of that now. Maybe she had settled him a little. Enough to realize that a mad dash to orgasm wasn't what he wanted now.

Elizabeth curled her fingers into Gai's hair and tried to hold her breath as they kissed. He was so warm, so soft and gentle.

'Gentle' wasn't a word that most people who knew him would have ever thought to use on Gai. 'Rough,' yes, even 'harsh,' but gentle was so far beyond the boundaries of his usual demeanor around almost anyone save for Elizabeth, Shu, and Inori that anyone who saw him behaving like this would likely wonder who this stranger was and what they'd done to the real Gai.

But in this situation, it didn't feel right to be anything besides gentle. They weren't a pair of horny teenagers groping each other awkwardly behind some building; they were a man and a woman who had just agreed to devote the rest of their lives to each other. This was just a beginning of many things yet to come-- things they would experience together. There was nothing but love and quiet reverence in his kiss now, almost as if he were trying to extend their connection to their very souls.

Elizabeth was picking up on Gai's demeanor and followed suit, not pressing or pushing for anything more than the love and devotion he was showing her in that dark and quiet room. There had been plenty of times, God knew, where Elizabeth had craved attention from Gai's mouth and hands, but this night she needed more than just what Gai's body did for her. Which, of course, was a lot, but...

She rubbed her thumb against Gai's temple, stepped closer into his warmth, groped to find his other hand so she could hold it.

"I feel... like I could never be this close to another person again. You're holding my life and heart, in one hand."

"You've already held my heart in yours." And it wasn't a metaphor-- he meant it quite literally. She'd held his Void, the physical manifestation of his heart, and treated it like a delicate, beautiful thing rather than a deadly weapon.

His hand closed softly around hers and just held it the same way she'd held his Void. Gentle yet firm, with a reassurance that he wasn't ever going to let go, no matter what. This was right where he belonged.

Elizabeth knew what he meant, and giggled quietly at how literal Gai was being. Maybe it wasn't appropriate to giggle at it, given how traumatic that one night had been for both of them, but it was a little amusing having a metaphor be literal.

She stopped as their hands settled together, Elizabeth taking the moment to rest her head against Gai's sternum and listen to his heartbeat. "And I wouldn't trust myself to anyone else, after that."

Gai just stood there, allowing to lean her head against him and marveling at how right she felt in his arms. Like she belonged there, and like this was the way things were meant to be. As much dislike as he had for the concept of fate and despite his lack of belief in a god, this was something that he did want to believe in: that the two of them were meant to end up like this.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she said, squeezing Gai's hand and nosing at his sternum a little before planting another kiss over his heart. "All of you."

As long as they were talking about her holding his heart, Elizabeth was going to do what she could to continue to bury Gai's assertions that he housed something deadly inside of him. She knew what it felt like to have someone you loved be afraid of you, and she never wanted Gai to think, for a moment, that she was afraid of him.

In all honesty, that belief would likely never completely go away. He'd been through too much-- there was too much blood on his hands for him to think anything else. He knew what he was capable of, and he alone knew the full extent of what he'd done in his world. It wasn't something that he ever wanted to forget.

But he also knew that Elizabeth didn't fear him, no matter how much he'd tried to convince her that she should. There was a tiny part of him that would probably always think her foolish for that, but it was overshadowed by how grateful the rest of him was that she'd seen the true form of his heart and yet loved him anyway.

And so he just pulled her close and kissed her hair, wondering what he could have possibly done to deserve the love of someone as amazing as Elizabeth.

Christmas tiiiime

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