"I don't like the way that ski instructor was looking at you," Josh grumbled, as he and Donna stomped their way into their private chalet at the ski resort.

"Who? Erik?" Donna asked, turning to look at him as she peeled off her gloves and coat.

He paused in taking off his own outwear to shoot her a look. Who else would he be talking about?

"He was showing me how to move correctly. Instructing. That's what his job is," Donna explained patiently.

"No, his job is to teach you to ski, not to� /ogle/ you like that," Josh complained, while ogling her a bit himself. She looked stunning, with her eyes sparkling, her cheeks and nose pink from the cold, and all her curves highlighted by the powder blue ski pants she wore.

She leaned towards him and gave him a quick kiss. "You're just upset that I wouldn't let you teach me," she said, as she wiggled away from his attempt to wrap his arms around her and disappeared into the other room.

"Damn straight!" he called back.

When she replied, her voice was muffled. "That's because I never would have learned how to ski if you were teaching me. I would have been� distracted."

Josh's mouth twisted in a smirk as he walked over to the bedroom door and watched her belt up a fluffy white robe. "That was part of my plan."

She flicked her hair out from under the collar of the robe. "I know."

It took him a moment to realize that she was agreeing with him. "And you don't think that sounded like a good plan?"

"It sounded like a /great/ plan. But I really wanted to learn how to ski," Donna said with a small pout as she headed out of the bedroom.

"Fan-tastic. I distract you, so you turned me down and chose to learn with Mr. Touchy-Mcfeely-Norwegian-Ski-God-Erik-with-a-K instead," Josh whined, while following her out. "Nice. Besides, I didn't like that he kept calling you Donnatella, either."

Donna laughed. "It's my name, Josh."

"Everyone else just calls you Donna."

"/You/ call me Donnatella," she pointed out.

"That's different."

"Why?"

His next words were distinctively less petulant, and much more flirty. "Because you're mine."

"Yours?" she asked with a little smile.

"Yes." Josh picked up her hand and raised it to eye level so that the trio of diamonds on her ring finger winked at her. There was a deliciously wicked grin on his face. "Mine."

She laughed again as she looked at the ring and then at him. "I suppose."

"Mine," he repeated possessively. "All nice and legal, too."

"Mmmhmm," she agreed.

He leaned forward to kiss her, but once again, Donna ducked away. With a frown of disappointment, he watched her retreat and then commented sarcastically, "You know what else I didn't like? He kept putting his hands on you. He was getting ideas. And it's all because your ski suit is too skimpy."

"My ski suit is /not/ too skimpy. It's bulky and warm, like a� like a ski suit!" Donna protested.

Josh shook his head. "It shows off every single curve of your body."

Donna laughed and opened the front of the fluffy robe she was wearing, revealing a miniscule red bikini. "As much as this does?" she teased as she struck a sexy pose.

He grinned. Approaching her slowly, he finally stopped right in front of her and settled his hands on her hips. She wasn't going to escape from him this time. "Exactly. You planning on going somewhere in that?"

"Well, we do have a private hot tub right on our deck," Donna answered, smiling widely.

"Excellent." Josh pushed the robe from her shoulders, turned her around, and then gave her a little push in that direction.

She stubbornly resisted. "Josh! Give me back my robe!"

"You're just going to take it off in two minutes anyhow. So what difference does it make?" he asked as, still grinning, he walked her backwards toward the door.

She frowned and shivered a little. "I don't know if you've noticed, but without the robe all I'm wearing is this tiny swimsuit. And it's about two degrees out there."

Josh leered at her. "Oh, I noticed. Which is why that tiny swimsuit will be coming off in a matter of minutes, too. Possibly even seconds."

"Seconds?"

"Seconds," Josh confirmed with a growl. "And once that's off, I'm sure we'll find a way to keep you warm."

Donna laughed and ran the few feet between the door and the hot tub. With a grateful sigh at the sudden warmth, she slid beneath the steamy water. Then she looked up at Josh, still fully dressed and hovering in the chalet's open doorway.

"Josh? The hot tub thing? Isn't nearly as fun when it's all by myself," she said with a pout.

"I wasn't exactly planning on leaving you alone out there where any stray ski instructors might come along and scoop you up," he explained, as he walked closer.

"That's good to know," she laughed.

One boot, a second boot, his sweater, a t-shirt, pants and a pair of boxers quickly found their way to the snow dusted deck. He yelped at the cold and then launched his body at the hot tub, splashing Donna as he sank into the water.

"Happy Chanukah," she murmured right before leaning forward to give him a long, slow kiss.

When they parted, he grinned at her. "Merry Christmas."

"Happy Kwanzaa," Donna added with a little laugh as his lips found their way across her cheek and down her long, silken neck to her collarbone.

Josh grunted in acknowledgement to her words, but didn�t add anything more of his own as his mouth continued along its deliciously slow path along her skin. He didn't stop until he was forced to by the scrap of red nylon that insisted on covering her breasts. With a little noise of frustration, he paused and untied the nearly pointless straps and then let the top float away on the turbulent bubbles.

He barely paid attention to the nylon's fate, however. His eyes were focused on Donna. She was breathtaking. Her hair was damp and waving slightly from the steam, and her breasts were bobbing along the surface of the water, her dusky nipples playing hide and seek amongst the froth. Her swollen lips were curved into a smile and one look at her eyes and�

He needed her /now./

With a growl, he pulled her closer to him. His mouth plundered hers, their tongues tangling together. His hands pushed at her bikini bottoms, shucking them off her long legs.

"I love the holidays," he murmured when his mouth finally left hers so that he could lower his head and fasten his lips around a nipple, his tongue rasping against the sensitive bud.

"Josshhh�"

Grasping her hips, mouth still attending to her breast, he maneuvered her astride him and grabbed at her ass so that he could push inside of her. She felt so good, so hot and wet and�

She squeezed his cock with her muscles and he almost exploded right there and then.

"Don't. I can't� I won't last if you do that," he groaned.

She grinned and squeezed him again and he retaliated by groping between her thighs, finding her clit and rubbing it with his fingers. She quivered in his arms. A few more strokes and the quivers intensified until she came and collapsed against his chest.

He felt a brief moment of triumph before she began to move against him, slowly at first and then more quickly. Her mouth found his in another deep kiss and he lost all sense of conscious thought. The world was reduced to nothing but the feel of Donna all around him and he came, pulling his mouth from hers so that he could shout her name.

He slumped back against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes and breathing hard. "You� that� wow."

She kissed his damp shoulder. "It's not often I can make you shout like that."

"You always make me want to shout like that. I'm just, you know, usually more courteous of our neighbors," he argued.

"Our neighbors but not the whole mountainside?" she asked in amusement.

He opened his eyes and grinned at her. "Nope. I want the entire place � especially Erik with k � to know that you're mine."

"Yours," she repeated and snuggled into his chest. "I like that."

"Yeah," he replied with a smile before nudging her head up and kissing her again.

*End*