“Really wrong! I must be twice your age for crying out loud!"

"I'm 1,672 years old. I'm pretty sure if anyone's the cradle robber here then it's me."

“That's... Wait, really?" He blinked at her. She Looked damn good for a

1,672 year old. "Never mind that! It's still wrong! We're in Santa's sleigh!"

"I know! Isn't it great? Talk about joining the mile-high club in style. Just let me get my tights off and then you can bend me over the back of the seat and-"

“Callie! No." He said with a firmness that she hadn't heard from him before. "I can't do this right now. You'll keep your tights on and sit down beside me."

The order was given and she followed it immediately this time, with a startling degree of rigidity. It was as if she couldn't resist sitting down next to him, placing her arms at her sides and sitting up ram-rod straight. The expression on her features indicated that she was actually fighting some strange urge to follow his orders, but couldn't quite bring up the willpower.

“Dammit, why? Wasn't it good?"

That actually made him laugh aloud that she could possibly think such a thing.

“Now I'm starting to think you're the one who's insane. It was amazing.

In fact, I can pretty much say that it was without a doubt one of the best moments of my entire Life."

She perked up again then, her body relaxing from the rigid position it had taken.

“So what's the hold up?”

“It doesn't feel right, ok? This is a lot for me to deal with. I suppose the only way to handle it is one step at a time. So let me do that, please? Don't jump ahead too far or you might lose me."

“That's fair, I guess." She looked down to the bells on her shoes, obviously disheartened.

“Let's just get to the North Pole and you can show me what I've inherited."

“Then after you can fuck me?" She perked up again.

“Sure, what the hell. After I get settled in we'll take a holiday somewhere together. Maybe go pole-to-pole or something."

“Really?”

"Yeah."