Nobody wanted to spend Christmas alone, but as the snow kept falling heavily outside her window, Tama had to remind herself that it was a possibility. It wasn't Christmas yet, of course, but every hour told the coming of said day. In a way, spending Christmas Eve alone was even worse than the actual day.

Tama was fairly used to being by herself. Months prior, she'd even craved the solitude. She enjoyed silence over noise, liked staying in her pajamas all day, and not having to think about preparing her house or herself for company. But that was before she had met her.

She had a similarly shy nature and also didn't care for the company of others. She didn't much have a choice anyway, it seemed, because no one really took much notice of her. Her invisibility was what had enforced her compassion and made her approach her, and her sincerity was what made her not want to be spend this Christmas Eve alone.

It was this that made her decide a course of action that, months prior, would have seemed impulsive and silly. Now, as she hurriedly got ready to bustle out into the cold, it made her more excited than she could possibly put into words.

Once her thick fur coat was in place and she was ready to go out into the freezing planes of her home, Tama began toward Dea's house. She knew it was fairly close by, and for that, she was thankful.

It took only half an hour to find it. It was nestled quite cosily against a mountain. There were a few lights on downstairs, which gave her hope that she was around. As she passed one window, she saw a large Christmas tree, decorated and twinkling at her, and she was filled with warmth and happiness.

After just two knocks, the front door opened, and Dea's face appeared. She looked surprised to find a visitor on her doorstep, and when she saw it was Tama, her face began to blush various different shades of pink and red. Tama smiled at the sight.

"I, uh, well, I was wondering if you...maybe...wanted to spend Christmas Eve with...me?" she felt her own face break out into similar shades of color.

Dea's surprised expression changed into one of the utmost shock, but by the smile that was slowly spreading across her face, she wasn't about to refuse to the suggestion. She stepped aside and silently let Tama in.

The warmth of her house hit her full on as she stood in the hallway. It was so comforting that she began to slip out of her thick coat. This was the right decision, she smiled. She already felt at home, and this was her first time in Dea's home.

"Ah, I...I could take your coat, I-if you'd like," Dea told her, and she turned to shyly smile at her.

"Alright," she handed the coat over and watched her walk toward a closet. When she returned, she was looking wistfully around the room, taking in the dimmed lights and the happy, warm decorations."You really like Christmas, don't you?"

Dea blushed at her question, nervously glancing around at the room, "Erm, well, yeah. I do. Sometimes."

Tama's smile made her feel a bit more comfortable. "It's my favorite holiday. Do you want to, I don't know...open a bottle of wine?"

It was a custom she always followed in her own home. When she was alone, it didn't seem strange at all. Now, she didn't think of the technicalities it might create. Dea's face turned red and he nodded, walking toward the kitchen. She followed.

"Here. Let me get the glasses..." Dea shoved the bottle into her arms. Was it too straightforward to open wine between two friends? Were they even friends? Tama's eyes followed her shyly as Dea grabbed two glasses from a high cabinet. Tama noticed the blush from Dea hadn't left. Actually, she looked really cute when she was blushing, it brought out a wonderful color in her caramel skin.

Her gaze seemed to make Dea blush ever harder. She filled both glasses about halfway, gave one to Tama, and took a few hasty sips from her own. She wondered vaguely how she'd act when was drunk.

She hadn't realized then that, by the end of the night, she'd experience just what happened to Dea when such a thing happened. Indeed, Dea couldn't really hold her liquor, and by her second glass of wine, she was more than a little tipsy. Though Tama found it highly amusing, she couldn't deny that she also had a fairly low tolerance for alcohol.

Dea was bolder when she had a little wine in her, and so was Tama. Her nervousness seemed silly now. This red liquid was making her forget why she had even been nervous in the first place.

She studied Dea from across the thin counter, fingers latched precariously to her wine glass as her thoughts stirred in her head. "Dea," she suddenly spoke, and was slightly surprised at the alluring sound her normally feeble voice had acquired. Dea, too, seemed momentarily surprised. If she hadn't been steadily getting more and more intoxicated, Dea might have blushed at the tone of her name. But as it were, she could only stare boldly down at her, eyes roving over her face until they eventually fell upon her parted, red lips.

Her instincts told her that maybe she should think about her actions, but her body didn't want to wait for her mind to catch up with her. Leaning forward in a haphazard manner, she pressed her lips suddenly against Dea's in a blazing kiss, reaching up onto her tip toes.

To Dea's shock, she found herself immediately responding, as though she had known she would kiss her all along. Her fingers reached up to tangle themselves in Tama's slightly frizzy brown hair, jerking her against herself with a little more force than she had intended. Tama let out a breathy moan, pleased with her returned affection, and leaned farther over the counter.

Their kiss had started as a seemingly innocent action, but it had escalated into so much more in just a few short seconds. Shockingly, neither felt shy as they curled their arms around the other. No embarrassment lingered in the air at all - there was just passion, fiery hot and scorching through their bodies as one thing lead to another. It was delicious.

Indeed, the course of said actions was very quick. Before Dea really knew what was happening, she felt himself pull Tama onto her counter. Tama knelt above her, tilting Dea's head back so that she could easily press kisses over her neck as she moaned. Then, catching her slightly off guard with her audacity, she felt herself lean back, so that she was lying against the cool marble. Quickly, Dea ran out of the kitchen and up a flight of stairs. A door was thrown open, and in a few moments, she returned with something in hand.

Dea felt her face heat up at the sight of her, and a tiny bit of soberness wound its way through her head. What was she doing? Why was she allowing her to handle her in such a...a demeaning way? But when she caught sight of the look in her eyes - the understanding, the bliss, the desire for her that swirled around in the grayish blue depths - she realized that she wasn't demeaning her at all, because she wanted this just as much as she did.

With that in mind, Dea tossed all caution to the wind and began to climb up onto the counter. Hovering over Tama, she realized that she was just the right height. Dea easily pressed her body to hers, feeling suddenly complete and whole. Tama reached up, silently unbuttoning her shirt as she peered up to meet her chocolatey eyes, unclipping Dea's black silk bra.

Surprisingly, Dea didn't move as she undressed her. She looked mesmerizing beneath her, especially with the dim lights reflecting off of her cheeks and highlighting her full mouth. Her hair, splayed out beneath her, was like a halo. Dea let out a content sigh as her shirt was smoothed over her shoulders and dropped to the tiled floor.

Tama's fingers danced down Dea's chest, glorifying her newly revealed breasts. When her touch curled around the edge of Dea's pants, Dea felt a fire spark in her eyes. She hungrily watched as Tama unbutton and unzipped her jeans, feeling herself moisten shamefully at the seemingly innocent sight of her.

After Dea's pants were gone and she was left in her panties, Dea decided that little Tama was entirely too...well, dressed. She pressed her mouth against her neck as her fingers slid over her breasts, taking her time as she undid her shirt and helped her out of it. Dea watched her hiss slightly at the cold feeling of marble at her back, but then Dea's attention was drawn away to her supple breasts as they clung to their confinements.

Dea's cheeks wanted to blush, but the rest of her, enamored with his newly found courage, didn't allow her to. She kissed Tama's pale skin, running her caramel hands beneath her back to unclip her pale pink bra. With that task completed, Dea's warm fingers rushed back to cup Tama, rolling her thumbs over her taut nipples and watching as she closed her eyes and she moaned.

Dea didn't waste too much time on those lovely breasts, because the need for her suddenly overwhelmed the rest of her. Dea's hands, trembling now in her haste, pulled her pants away as well as her own. She was ready for her. Pulling her silken panties away to reveal her soaked womanhood, Dea leaned over her and looked into her eyes.

Whatever Dea brought down with her, she slipped it slowly into her companion, a soft moan escaping her lips. Though she had never done this before, she felt like she somehow knew what to do.

Tama immediately gasped at the feeling of the sex toy so tightly inside. Her hands fluttered over Dea's shoulders, trying to find a grasp, and ended up tangling themselves into her hair as she began to move. Dea set a gentle pace, rocking slowly as she got used to her, and only picked up speed until she was sure she was ready. Then, she slipped onto the other side of the sex toy.

They moved with a certain grace that shocked both. It was a gentle yet quick motion, that sent shivers up both of their spines. Tama's legs wrapped around Dea's waist and urged her deeper, feeling her soul lift up with every movement she made.

When at last release came, it was a much desired one. Dea was aching to spill herself all over her.

Deae rammed into Tama harder now, feeling her orgasm rip through her. Their expressions were matched completely, both clinging to the last bit of reality until they were both utterly swept away. Bliss spread throughout both their bodies, rocking through them until reality was once again achieved, and they found themselves laying atop the counter, panting together. Both were soaked from the waist down.

Their actions seemed to have drove out all the intoxication - at least the kind that came with alcohol. Tama smiled at Dea and wrapped her arms around her neck, silently telling her that it was alright, that their actions was spurred on by both of them.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered to Dea, and she found that he couldn't quite look away from her eyes. Dea's blush diminished, and she leaned down slowly to take her lips with her own. A whisper of words, and they were once again lost in each other.

--Special Tidbit-- 

"Dea, can you give me a foot rub? My feet are aching something fierce..." whined Tama. She laid, sprawled out, on the huge bed they shared. Dea sat next to her girlfriend, running a finger from the hardened nipples of her small perky breasts to the tip of her little toes. Dea could see the blush spreading across her cheeks. "Alright, but you you have to give me one afterwards." Dea tore her eyes away from the naked little goddess and started to massage Tama's little feet. Digging the heel of her thumb into the soft flesh and rubbing in circles made her beloved let out a squeal. Giggling and flinching every so often, Tama began to relax, a little moan of happiness escaping from her lips. Dea bent down, her glossed lips brushing against the delicate ear of her lover.

"Now now, don't you get wet from it. I'll have to punish you if you do."