SS Xmas25 Chapter 4

The woman on the doorstep isn’t trying very hard, but there’s something sexy about that. She wears a light jacket with her hair up. She’s in her thirties, but way she dresses and does her makeup shows that it doesn’t bother her. She has the blackest hair that Elsa’s ever seen.

“Hi,” Elsa says, suddenly self-conscious about her Elf T-shirt and no bra situation as well as the panties in her hand.

“Hi. I’m Detective Lopez with the sheriff’s department. I was just bringing this by.” She holds up two prepackaged naloxone injectors.

Elsa stiffens. “Yeah?”

The detective sees her defensiveness. “We do it every year. Everyone needs to have these. I don’t know where you guys keep them.”

Elsa lets her breath out. This isn’t personal. “Yeah. OK.” She takes them with a **** smile. “We actually don’t have anyone doing that stuff.”

Lopez cocks her head. “How can you be sure?”

Elsa shrugs. “I used to do that stuff. I’d know.”

Lopez looks Elsa up and down. “Well, it’s good to have.”

“I know.”

“You have a merry Christmas.”

“Hang on.” Elsa doesn’t like cops, but it doesn’t seem likely that someone more attractive than this is going to ring this bell. “We have rules here.” She points up, then leans in impulsively, only to find a palm blocking her face.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’m a cop. What would it look like if I was kissing coeds? Even under the mistletoe.”

Unbelievable. The one cop in America with a sense of ethics and professionalism. What are the odds? She can fuck off, then.

Elsa folds her arms. “OK, well, bye.”

“Bye,” Lopez says with a laugh and a little wave. She turns and heads back toward her car.

Elsa dumps the naloxone by the envelope for Leni and returns to Ying with the underwear. Ying has been naked and they’ve been touching, but now she decides to blush.

“Wow. Thank you.”

“Oh my god. Messing with this doesn’t embarrass you, but those do? Relax. I never wore them.”

It takes several minutes of toil to not only get Ying wrapped up in a way that looks good, but where the bow will actually work. The idea is that it should just take one pull to make it all come off. They have to test it, and that means doing it all again. Still, Elsa is pleased with her handiwork. She’s always been a gift bag and tissue paper kind of person, but now she’s thinking that maybe using paper might not be so difficult.

“OK. We’re good. We just have to trim this,” she says, plucking at the excess ribbon. She’s tied it snugly so that Ying can move without it all falling off, although it cannot be very comfortable.

“I have scissors.” Ying points.

“Those won’t work. This ribbon has wire in it. We need the good ones. Apple has a lot of artsy craftsy stuff. I’ll go steal it from her.”

“It’s just borrowing. She won’t mind.”