KickThePj Imagines

9

            It was Christmas time once again and you were excited. You loved finding stuff for your friends and family. Spending time with everyone was even better but this year, Christmas was extra special. It was your first Christmas (and first anniversary the next day) with your boyfriend, PJ, and you knew it was going to be amazing.

            You woke up at eight, groggy and disoriented but with a smile on your face. You moved PJ’s arm off of your waist. He groaned and hugged your pillow instead as you got up. You smiled at his form hidden under the blanket. You entered the kitchen and started the coffee maker. PJ shuffled in thirty minutes later in only his boxers, shivering.

“Good morning. Coffee’s in the maker, breakfast sandwich on the counter and your fuzzy robe is on the chair,” you quipped before kissing him softly, “Also, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured, hugging your waist and kissing your neck softly before letting go of you.

You sat in the living room, food and coffee on the table. PJ joined you and the two of you ate, Christmas music faint in the background.

I love the winter weather, because I got my love to keep me warm crooned Katharine Whalen and you sang along quietly.

Breakfast was finished and the two of you got ready for your festivities. PJ and you left the house and drove to Sophie’s house. Your presents were nicely wrapped, stacked next to various others. PJ’s were a mash of two different wrapping papers, tape misplaced and ribbons pasted here and there. There were a few gifts that weren’t even wrapped at all, just stuffed behind the other presents. You giggled as he growled when the wrapping came off of one gift.

“Leave it, PJ. It’s fine!” Sophie laughed and she hugged the two of you.

The party with her, her boyfriend, James, Louis, and their girlfriends was fun and lunch was even better. The two of you left in high spirits and the way PJ smiled gave you butterflies in your stomach.

            The majority of your time was spent at Phil and Dan’s house. Their girlfriends were there and you three talked about your boyfriends, much to their dismay. Chris was the life of the party, cracking jokes and making up stories. Carrie and Alex came a little later to say hi and PJ received a Skype call from Jamie, who wished everyone a Happy Christmas and promised to be there in time for New Year’s Eve.

            A video was recorded, a montage of everyone having fun and playing a bunch of board games at the same time. The presents were distributed after the Christmas feast and once again, PJ’s presents were falling apart. His face was a scowl until he received his gifts, his expression equal to one of a six-year old. You watched his face and smiled when his tongue appeared between his teeth, a look of concentration on his face. Chris elbowed you in the side and you stuck your tongue out at him when he waggled his eyebrows.

            It was nearly ten when the two of you left. Chris had left at nine-thirty so as to not miss his train ride to his home town the next day. Dan and Phil waved goodbye and the two of you hauled your goodies to the car. You sat in your seat and closed your eyes for a few minutes.

“Home?” PJ asked, linking his fingers with yours.
“Home,” you nodded and he kissed you softly before driving off.

You arrived home near eleven and when you were finally in the confines of your home, you pushed PJ up against the wall. You kissed him languidly and he sighed softly, entangling his fingers into your hair. You pulled apart and PJ gave you a content smile.

“Time for our presents!” he grinned and you giggled, following him into the living room. You stopped half-way there and hurried to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, you returned with two mugs of hot chocolate. You sat cross-legged across from him and he took his mug gratefully.