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The damp dark clouds were threatening rain as Y/N ran up the steps with the take out food tucked safely in your arms. The frost had bitten your nose and ears, turning them a numb, bright pink mess. You couldn't wait to get inside the apartment and lounge about in your pyjamas, forgetting how miserable Christmas made you feel.
While everyone else was happily preparing to spend Christmas with friends and family, loved ones and lovers, you spent the day alone eating a sorry excuse for a dinner. Well, usually you did but not this year. This year, your neighbours - the MacManus twins - had decided that you were going to hang out with them. They'd only been in Boston a few months and didn't want to be alone (impossible as they were never without the other) and demanded your company. Their cheeriness was infectious and you smiled to yourself, shaking your head.
You paused outside of your apartment and frowned. You could hear loud Christmas music coming from inside. You knew you hadn't left the TV on or the radio when you had gone down the street to collect your Chinese food. You pulled the switchblade from your pocket and eased the door open before sighing loudly. You stomped into your kitchen and deposited the bag on the counter as Murphy's giggle sounded loudly from the living room. Shaking your head once more you entered the room to see Connor battling with a string of tinsel and losing.
"What are you two doing?"
The pair froze and looked at you. The half decorated tree caught your eye and you raised your eyebrow at the twins. Murphy smiled like a cheeky imp and opened his arms wide.
"We're decoratin'!"
"I can see that. But why?"
"'Cause lass." Connor began, fighting to free himself from the tinsel once more and standing up. "Ye didn't have no tree and it ain't Christmas withou' a tree!"
"Oh god. You've been infected! That damn Christmas spirit won't take me!" You laugh pointing at Connor and backing away slowly, with a horrified look on your face, but you were touched by their thoughtful actions. You'd never once had a tree since you moved to Boston all those years ago. You just didn't see the point. All that effort to only been seen by you. It's not like you hated the idea but it reminded you that the presents under it where from yourself and you were alone. Not from friends or your family, who had seemingly forgotten your existence.
"Come on beautiful! Smile! It's Christmas!" Murphy called out, happily throwing more tinsel on the tree.
"You will be the death of me I swear Murphy." You said sadly, turning back to the kitchen to plate up your dinner.
After you'd eaten, you walked back into your living room and smiled. The twins were like little kids and you'd hate to admit it but their excitement was rubbing off on you a tiny bit. You flopped down beside the pair and stole Connor's beer.
"Ye witch! That's mine!"
"Be quiet MacManus. You've broken in here, made a mess with shiny horrid tinsel and pine needles and you stole my beer. So if anyone is a thief - it's you!" You laugh as he pouted, Murphy glancing between the two of you with a spark of envy in his eyes.
It had been his idea to decorate your place. Not his best, maybe, but he wanted to see you smile and laugh for once. He knew the festive season always left a bitter taste in your mouth after so many years alone. He also wanted to have you look at him the way you looked towards his brother. The look of attraction in your eyes was clear to him. But he knew he'd never be the one you wanted.
Or so he thought.
The night wore on slowly as you laughed at the twins latest escapades, their infectious excitement and antics bringing a smile to your face. They had even roped you into making some colourful paper ring chains. The sun went down and you three had still not moved from your spots on the sofa to turn the lights on. The only light source being your flicking TV screen.
"LET'S BINGE CHRISTMAS MOVIES!" Connor suddenly yelled, making you jump into Murphy's lap in fright. You blushed and buried your head in your hands groaning.
"God no." You hated Christmas movies. They were all the same more or less - Some pretty young woman finds romance with the shy, baker or local single dad after being in a new town with snow all around. Every Christmas movie you'd ever seen always had a tree picking moment or a sleigh moment. Or some other cliché. No thank you.
"Fuck it. Let's just get shit faced drunk!"
In the end you comprised and let Connor put the movie on while you grabbed the whiskey. Some soppy excuse for romance played out on the screen as Connor sat like a child crossed legged on the floor, popcorn and beer surrounding the 27 year old.
You stifled a laugh at him. You'd think he was a 7 year old sometimes with his behaviour.
You froze as you felt Murphy's arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you closer to him, his fingers sending tingles down your arm as they ran softly over the exposed skin of your shoulder. You took a big gulp of whiskey and choked, his hand patting you gently on the back as you leaned forward.
"Ye okay?"
"Shhhh!" Connor hissed, eyes never leaving the screen as the female lead fell into a snow drift. You nodded and settled back into your seat, your arm brushing against Murphy. His warm side burned through his shirt into your skin and you felt yourself getting warmer.
If only he noticed how you looked at him. If you only had the fucking balls to tell him.
Murphy chewed on his lip as his fingers danced across the tender sensitive skin on the back of your neck, making you shudder with a sigh. Your eyes sought his out in the near darkness, and held his, they pair of you barely breathing. His other hand found your thigh and ran his fingertip upwards, pausing just short of your core.
"Murph... Stop bein' a fuckin' pussy and kiss da lass already." Connor laughed, still facing the movie and taking a gulp of beer. "Or I will."
"Fuck you. She's mine." He growled before pulling you into a bruising kiss. Your mind went blank as the sensation washed over you, a loud moan escaping your lips as his began nipping down your neck. You arched your back as shivers racked down your spine to your core. Murphy lifted you easily and sat you into his lap, his hands pulling you against his chest as your tongues battled once more. Your hips ground down into Murphy's causing the man to groan and buck upwards in need.
You felt his hands sliding your pants and underwear down and you froze, glancing over your shoulder at Connor.
"Don't mind him beautiful." Murphy whispered into your collarbone, successfully freeing your lower half from the cage of your clothes. He smirked as you shuddered over him. His hand quickly popping his own buttons and freeing his impressively sized cock, rubbing it through your folds as you thrust against him.
You panted against his shoulder as he gently eased you down onto his hard shaft. You wince slightly at the sting. It had been a while since a man had been with you. Murphy gave a gentle thrust as your eyes met again and pulled your hips against his experimentally. You kissed him and began to roll against him. You could feel every ridge, vein and inch of him sliding against you, his tip hitting your spot perfectly with each roll. The burn of approaching orgasm built from your toes to your neck, where Murphy was lapping at your skin, his own moans breathed out in little whimpers. Your eyes connected once more and he flipped you over so your back hit the sofa and began ramming into you hard and fast.
"Oh god!" You cried as his fingers bruised your hips. Your hand reached out for his head and pulled him into another kiss as he slowed. "Harder Murph. I won't break"
He smirked and that determined glint you so loved came into his eyes as he resumed his brutally fast and hard, but oh so delicious, pace. Your eyes fell closed as pleasure zipped up and down your body as you came. Your legs felt like jello as your chest heaved. Murphy gave a few more sloppier thrusts before quickly pulling out and splashing his release all over your exposed core. He leaned his head back towards the ceiling and panted.
A slow clap echoing around the room bought you both back to your senses and your head snapped towards the sound.
"Colour me jealous Murph. Didn't know ye had it in ye." Connor laughed, his eyes taking long slow glances along your legs. Murphy pulled his pants up and launched himself at his brother, slapping him around the head. "Hey! Hey! Stop it!"
"Ye fucker!"
You gave a light chuckle before standing up, Murphy's cum making a slow sticky trail down your thighs and you sauntered out the room, pausing at the doorway.
"Murphy..."
"Yes sweetheart?" He asked, looking up from where he had his twin in a headlock. You smiled at the pair slowly.
"You can stay here and fight with Connor or you can come with me and find out where I've hidden thee mistletoe."
"Mistletoe?"
You nod and leave the room, calling.
"Mistletoe could be hung in my bedroom."
You give a loud chuckle ad you heard him stumbling and rushing after you. It was going to be a very, very good Christmas this year.