#breach of contract series: Christmas countdown day 13

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Christmas countdown day 13:

Senator Steve and intern reader (BOC)

She took Steve to her family's Christmas party. It was just a gathering at her parents ranch and Steve has a time of his life with her family. You can make them get ready for the party in her childhood bedroom 😉 sweet and intimate at the same time. Now that they have kissed, there'd be more sexual tension between them.

Christmas Countdown day 13 — Attend a Christmas party

“You didn’t have to come to this,” you’re speaking from behind the privacy screen in your bedroom, the little unique item that speaks to the teenage years of your life that still stands in your childhood bedroom, “as Senator and future president I’m sure you have better things to do.”

Steve’s been busy flicking through your yearbook while he waits for you to get dressed, and he finds himself admiring who you were before you left home as much as he admired and loves you now. Even in highschool in a small town, you had a bleeding heart with the drive to help change the world. You’d been in leadership club and you helped run a few charity sales at your school, all local stuff that wouldn’t have meant anything to anyone outside of the town limits.

“Better things to do than spend time with your parents? And your dad’s best friend? Better things to do than drink cheap beer and pop-“ Steve raises his head and finds himself unable to breathe when you step around the corner.

Its not even anything significant or dazzling, its a plaid skirt and a red silk top that’s tucked into the waist of your skirt. Its not anything high class or designer, nothing that would have cost you or Steve thousands of dollars, and yet it stuns him.

You adjust the waist while he’s staring, mindlessly taking in every element of this moment so he can look back at it with unrestricted eyes. You are breathtaking, you are beyond measurable words.

You make feel Steve blissfully young again.

“-my parents have this tradition of hiding a pickle, fake of course, in the Christmas tree and whoever finds it first gets to open a present.” Steve only realizes that you’ve been talking to him when you step before him.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He stands, the distance absolutely minimal between you. “You are just…”

He can’t speak, he can’t find the words to say, so instead he lets his actions speak for him. He lets his lips dance and graze against your flesh as he pulls you closer and pours every conceivable emotion into that kiss.

He allows his thoughts to be translated to the way his hands hold you, to the light in his eyes that search your own when he has to give you air. Steve let’s the steady thrush of silence and the radiating tension that coils in both of you like hot, heady iron.

“There is no where else I would rather be.” He slips a hand down your side around to your back, holding you steady as he drops his lips to the crook of your neck and breathes you in.

“Good, because you’re going to be the best thing about this party.” You lean into him, you kiss him back with just as much hunger and need, hoping for a few more minutes that get interrupted by the door opening.

“You may be consenting adults but I still want this door open.” Your stepdad grins brightly, teasing you and the senator like you’re nothing but horny kids.

“Dad-“ you groan and turn on your heel, staring down your dad as his grins widens.

“You knew the rules then, you know the rules now.” He shifts his gaze to Steve and clicks his tongue against his teeth. “Wanna grab a beer, Steve?”

“Yeah, thank you.” Steve winks at you in passing, stealing one last kiss before he leaves and joins the rest of the party.