"It's beginning to feel a lot like smutmessss"
Pippa approaches Harry, biting her lip as she places the Santa hat on his head like a lopsided crown.
She adjusts it until its sitting just right, and he smiles shyly looking up at her as she fiddles with the placement, giving him an approving pat on the head once she's happy with it.
Pippa eyes him with amusement "Who knew underneath the beard and suit Santa Clause was so handsome"
Harrys cheeks tint a shade so deep it's almost matching the ridiculous hat sat on his head.
Pippa finds herself becoming more endeared by Harry the more she looks at him, and finds herself wondering what he's like underneath all that shy behaviour.
She rests her hand on his shoulder, turning to sit in his lap and Harry tenses as she swings her legs over the arm of the chair, taking his hand and resting it on her thigh.
There's a strict no touching policy at this club, but Pippa's in the spirit to bend the rules this season.
Harry is frozen, panicking slightly over the siren sat in his lap, unsure of what to do or say, so he opts to just stay still instead.
"I think it's only fair Santa gets a present this year, for all of his hard work" Pippa says, looking coyly as she walks her fingers up his chest slowly "Don't you think?"
Harry swallows, digging his fingers into his knee, not wanting to make any movements with the one placed on Pippa's thigh "I'm uh, I'm not sure"
Pippa cocks a brow, grasping his hand on her thigh and moves it up slowly until its placed on the side of her behind "Has Santa been a good boy this year?"
Harry's breath hitches in his throat, and he swallows again, feeling his mouth going dry "I'm afraid not"
Pippa wets her lips, the corners of them pulling up at his answer, she wants to see just how naughty Santa really is.
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Sweet Dreams. H.S.Short Story
*Mature Content* A series of short stories and one shots. Mostly a place to organise ideas I have for other possible stories. Some are sweet, some are spicy - most of them questionable.