'Twas The Night Before Christmas In The Summers House
by JT Langdon
Rating: R

'Twas the night before Christmas and I, feeling giddy
Was under the bedcovers teasing my clitty
That particular itch had been nagging all day
I had to get off in the worst possible way!

The Slayers-in-training had all gone to bed
Except for the one in the shower with Red
I imagined them naked, all soapy and wet
And rubbed myself harder; I hadn't come yet!

But just when I thought I would climax at last
I heard a loud crash, and hopped out of bed . . . fast!
Wearing only a T-shirt and red velvet thong
I rushed down the stairs to see what was wrong

Cast in the glow of Christmas tree lights
I psyched myself up for the fight of all fights
But was it a vamp? Or a demon? Or worse?
No . . . it was Buffy! I muttered a curse

She was dressed in her jammies, some blue flannel deal,
With Scooby-Doo slippers. Was this chick for real?
Her long golden hair was pulled from her face
And tied in the back with a string of white lace

Retreating a step so I wouldn't be seen
I stood there and quietly watched the whole scene
Buffy tiptoed around, quite the hard working bee
Setting down Christmas gifts under the tree

Each present was wrapped, with ribbon and bow
And sprinkled with glitter to simulate snow
B took great delight in her Christmas-y chore
And I, as her audience, was eager for more

But the longer I watched her the less I was caring
About the surprise that ol' B was preparing
The unfinished business I'd left up in bed
Had made me unable to think with my head

With the lights of the tree behind her I saw
That under her top she wasn't wearing a bra
And when she bent down to get at who-knows-what
I couldn't help admiring her cute little butt

The itch I'd been trying to scratch flared again
As I watched Buffy reach for another gift, then
Her pajama top rode up a little in back
Flashing a me a hint of carpenter crack

Unable to stand it, and licking my lips
I moved up behind her, put my hands on her hips
She pushed back against me, rubbed her ass in my thong
As if she had known I was there all along

"You make for one sexy St. Nicholas, B.
But is there a present down there for me?"
She made a small noise, like a kitten's meow
Then knelt by the tree and said, "There is now."

I joined B on the floor, my insides a-tingle
As a kid, I never believed in Kris Kringle
But I had to have made somebody's list
For she said, "Merry Christmas, Faith" then we kissed.

The End