It hadn’t been the best of days, and Lena was just glad to be home. She threw off her jacket, pulled off her accelerator and jumped on the lounge.

“You wouldn’t believe how crazy it is out there!”

In the kitchen, there was the clatter of drawers and the whistle of a kettle. Lena had tried everywhere to find a gift, but it was Christmas Eve and she’d been too busy to actually get to the shops in time.

Emily stepped from the kitchen, into the lounge-room with two mugs of mulled wine in her hands and a gentle grin. Lena sat up so she could have a seat beside them.

“So…” Lena took her wine and inspected it, “I’m really sorry, Emily… It’s just…”

It was awful to say, but there was no way around it, “One thing, then another…”

Lena almost slapped herself, excuses! But she really had tried, which really made it worse.

“Don’t worry about it,” Emily smiled, “you always try to do too much.”

She leaned back against the lounge, looking over Lena. It was enough that they insisted on running off to save the world, she didn’t need Lena worried about getting her a Christmas present. At least this time Lena had come home in one piece, those goofy goggles still over her forehead, but nothing worse for wear.

Lena sat back, getting comfortable after a hard day’s work. Emily sipped her wine, something on the table suddenly caught her eye - a small green box sat on the coffee table wrapped up in a big red bow. It took her by surprise, she had almost fallen for it. That cheeky grin that Lena had given her as they made those excuses.

“Is this for me?”

Lena tried to give her a curious look as she picked up the box.

“Oh that. No, it’s…”

Emily didn’t buy it, it was just like Lena to try and surprise her like this. And just like them to forget to commit to the whole little game.

She pulled off the bow and opened up the box. All bundled up in white tissue paper was a green scarf with light patterns. It was beautiful, and completely unlike Lena.

“It’s perfect!”

It was just what she had needed. Lena still had a dazed look on their face, still trying to play innocent. Emily wrapped the scarf around her slender neck, it was soft and warm, designer. She threw herself at Lena, cupping them by the cheek to draw them into a hard kiss. It was so sweet of them to think of her as they were off playing the hero.

Lena leaned in, happy to take the credit for whatever stroke of luck the universe had just given her.

Then Emily leaned in harder, their entire body suddenly bearing down against her. Emily’s tongue invaded her mouth, mixing their heady wine-flavoured breath with her own. Emily leaned back, she had received her present and now it was time for Lena to get theirs.

Emily tucked her new scarf into her red Christmas sweater, then pulled her sweater off. She was naked underneath, her bare chest exposed for her girlfriend to admire.

“Check me out,” Emily winked, fixing up her scarf as it fell over her tits.

Lena giggled, grabbing hold of her hips, “You know just what a girl want to hear.”

Emily leaned back in to kiss Lena again, to taste her heroine before starting her way down between their legs. She had never really liked those bright orange pants, but removing them was oh so satisfying. Pulling them down, Emily relished in the slow reveal the tight fabric forced on her.

First came the top of Lena’s boy-shorts, then the bottom of them and their thighs. Emily could only restrain herself that long before grabbing hold of Lena’s underwear and yanking it down. Lena’s pussy open to Emily’s advances.

Lena sighed as Emily kissed her, tongue already out and trailing over her slit. They eased inside her, spreading her and tickling her as they slithered along her length. Emily’s firm, wet mouth pressed against her, tongue flickering across her clit. She was hot, silk against their tongue - trembling against their lips as Emily pressed harder, giving more and delving deeper.

“Ahh, Em’!”

Lena grabbed hold of Emily’s head, pressing them in deeper as the ecstasy took her. Her wet climax soaking against the brand new scarf tickling her thighs. Emily didn’t stop, didn’t even slow as Lena’s legs pressed in against their head, holding them in until every nerve in her body was done hot shivering.

Emily sat back up and finished stripping off Lena’s legs, then pulled away her own leggings.

Emily was just a little selfish, Lena’s juices dribbling down her chest wasn’t enough for her - she wanted them to know how much she appreciated her new, soaked scarf. So she spread Lena’s legs, and eased herself into position.

Emily pressed up against her, teasing her with their folds caressing into hers. Their clit hard against her own, rubbing and wearing each other out. The slow wiggle of Emily’s hips polishing her, harder against her until they were locked in tight. Emily’s legs curled around her waist, pulling them both closer as they rubbed in deeper.

Lena was still trembling, cumming with each and every lick of her lover’s hips grinding in against her. It wasn’t long until she was aching from head to toe, every part of her curling in desire.

“Ahh, don’t stop! Harder!”

Emily pushed in harder, resisting her own ecstasy swelling through her body. Pressure building, her hips grew more urgent.

“Ohh, Emily!”

Emily blushed at the sound of her name, she broke and hit her apex mid-stride. Her body quivering into Lena’s, who locked their legs hard around her and kept thrusting.

Emily let her go, and Lena eventually finished, her entire body loose and gone to rubber. Her head was swimming as she lied back into the couch. It was lucky it was stain resistant, the number of times this had happened.

Unfortunately Emily’s new scarf wasn’t so lucky.

“Well that’s unfortunate.”

Emily smiled dreamily, still swept up in pleasure. She’d have to find something new to wear to Winston’s for Christmas Dinner.