Beware the Zombie Bikers!

Series Title: True Love Gave to Me

Chapter Title: Day 9 - Christmas Music

Character: Max

Movie: The Resident

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Tag @averymerryspnxmas

“Max!”

Max lifted the hammer to continue nailing the board up on the wall, but paused when he heard a voice.

“You home, Max?”

He smiled, realizing that it was his girlfriend of eight months, Y/N Cole.

He could hear her walking around, the sounds of bags rustling as she placed them on the counters.

Y/N called out again, “Max?”

There was no sense in answering her; he was deep into the interior of the building, repairing a hole in the wall.

Ready to get the wall patched up, he was wanting to see his girl.

Max was the shy, introvert type; not use to big crowds or socializing all that often. He thanked his lucky stars the night he met Y/N.

It was at a local gallery, the party being held outside under a tent. He’d accidently bumped into her and ever since then, they’d been inseparable.

He loved her, but he could never understand what she saw in him. His grandfather’s words would echo in his mind from time to time.

He’d gotten better at not letting it bother him, but every now and again he’d get depressed. Y/N was always there to ease the pain of those hateful words.

Max shook his head, putting down the hammer. He needed to see Y/N now.

As he walked through the narrow space, he heard the bath running. He paused, closing his eyes, picturing her as she undressed.

Running a hand over his mouth, he continued the trek to get to the main part of the building.

Slowly, as he came from the pits, he heard the soft Christmas music flow through the speakers.

Y/N had turned the faucets off and that’s when he heard the most gorgeous singing voice.

The track that she was singing along with was acapella. Her voice flowed beautifully,  echoing slightly in the large bathroom.

He heard the water splash as she washed herself, her voice never loosing it’s finesse.

With his hands on the wall, he leaned his head to the side, peeking at her.

I’ve got this Christmas song in my heart
I’ve got the candles glowing in the dark
I’m hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree
Oh, why? ‘Cause that’s Christmas to me
Oh, why? ‘Cause that’s Christmas to me

He closed his eyes, resting his head on the wall as he listened to her.

Gathering up the gumption, he slowly revealed himself by entering the bathroom.

Y/N immediately took notice, smiling at him as she sang along.

I listen for the thud of reindeer walking on the roof
As I fall asleep to lullabies, the morning’s coming soon
The only gift I’ll ever need is the joy of family
Oh, why? ‘Cause that’s Christmas to me

Max knelt next to the tub, running his hand through the sudsy water, his finger tips grazing her freshly shaved leg.

The song ended, Y/N sighing once she sang the last word.

“What song was that?” He asked quietly.

Another Christmas song began to play.

“That’s Christmas to Me by The Pentatonix.”

Looking down at his hand on her knee, he complimented her, “You have a beautiful voice.”

A light pink blush colored her cheeks, “Thank you Max.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. Carefully, he moved his hand upward towards her chest. His fingers ran over the damp swells of her breasts.

Gently, she laid a wet hand on his beard, “What’s going on in that head of yours Max?”

His eyes darkened, his Grandfather’s words playing on a loop, “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey now,” she said softly, “Let’s not go there.”

He blinked rapidly, the voice disappearing, and the Christmas music filling his sense of hearing.

“Are you with me?” She asked.

He nodded, burying his head in her neck. Y/N kissed his shoulder, holding him as he worked through his emotions.

Raising his head, he wiped his eyes, “Waters getting cold.”

He got up, grabbing a towel and holding it out for her.

Max bit his lip as she got out the tub. She smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he put the towel around her body.

He held her tightly to him as she placed her lips on his.

The kiss felt like fire to Max, her lips scorching his with the intensity of her want.

This is what he craved; not just her love, her attention and adoration, but the very desire that came from deep within her.

He pulled back when he felt the shiver shake her body. Lifting her, Max carried Y/N to the bedroom where he laid her down on the bed.

Taking off his shirt, he threw it to the floor and unbuttoned his pants.

Y/N peeled away the towel, goosebumps appearing all over her body in anticipation.

Putting a hand on her neck, Max kissed her with just as much intensity as her previous kiss. He nipped her jaw, leaving a trail of hot wet kisses down her torso.

At her moan, he kissed his way back up, sealing his lips on hers.

She gave him a sweet smile, “I want you, Max.”

His eyes closed, “Again.”

Tilting his head to the side, Y/N nipped at his earlobe, “I want you,”

She then kissed his neck, “I need you,” and then she cupped his cheeks, so that she could look him straight in the eyes, “I love you, Max.”

He could have cried.

In fact, he swallowed mutliple times to get the lump in his throat to go away.

“I love you, too.” He said, his voice hoarse.

Max rolled over so that Y/N was straddling him.

She ran her hands through his chest hair as he held her hips.

Reaching down to his pants, she pulled them down far enough to release his hard length.

Max was panting, taking great gulps of air as he watched her.

Positioning him, she slowly lowered herself on his lap, enveloping him in her heat.

The ride was slow and deep as they enjoyed one another. Max sat up, holding her to his chest as she rolled her hips.

They continued to make love, the tempo of the Christmas music not changing.

Y/N knew Max needed the slow pace, the eye contact and the soft touches. He needed to know that he was loved and cherished and that’s exactly what Y/N had proven.
°°°°°°
Later on that night, Max watched Y/N move around in the kitchen. After working up such an appetite, they decided to leave  the bed.

Y/N paused, tilting her head to the side, staring at him.

“What?” He asked, suddenly self-conscious.

Walking over to him, she kissed his dimpled cheek, “You make me happy.”

That was all she said when she went back to cooking.

Max smiled, listening to Y/N sing along to Christmas music.

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