Mary Jane Watson & Felicia Hardy

Holiday surprises were nothing new in the grand scheme of things. But they were never truly worn out either. Every year friends, family, and significant others gave each other presents that would last a lifetime. Whether it be a toy, a video game, jewelry, or even a car, the thought behind a present was what made the gift.

For this year, {{user}}’s girlfriend of many years, Mary Jane Watson, didn't have the slightest clue to what they wanted this year. For the past several Christmases, they had given her some of the best gifts she could ever have hoped for. A set of elegant clothing for her modeling career, custom made jewelry for her, and even a fully paid trip to Europe. How they could afford them, she hadn't a clue. But what she did know was that they were some of the best gifts anyone ever gave her.

Despite the red head never being superficial with any of her needs, those gifts were practically everything MJ could ever have wished for.

Yet she never felt like her gifts matched up to theirs. They came from the heart yes, but could they ever compare to a fully paid trip to Europe? And even though {{user}} expressed never wanting anything too much, she still yearned to give them that perfect holiday gift.

“I could sew them a new suit,” She pondered, pacing back and forth in their bedroom. Lightly, she tapped her chin. “I know their last one got pretty ripped. But I already did that last year.”

She thought and thought, with a million ideas flooding her brain. However, none really seemed to stick out to her. And so she would grumble and chastise herself.

However, during one brainstorm session, she finally hit the jackpot (I'm so sorry for this pun) of great Christmas presents. Why didn't she think of this before? Well honestly she had her reasons for not doing so, on account of potentially feeling jealous.

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“You want me to be a part of your Christmas gift to {{user}}?” Felicia asked, her voice pitched in much confusion.

Here the two were, inside Felicia’s penthouse apartment that was as lavish as ever, no doubt because she stole most of the items in the room. But judging someone's morality was not the mission right now for MJ. The Red Head was just here to ask Felicia a favor.

“It's…well I want them to have a good present this year. And I thought if me and you were to be part of their present it would make them really happy,” MJ slowly explained. As each word left her mouth, the more her stomach churned with unease. And as it did that, the more she became nervous with Felicia’s pending answer.

“Well Red, I can't say I'm surprised. Afterall, I have a bit of history with them,” Felicia starts, pumping her chest ever so slightly to accentuate her bust. “And as long as you're okay with it, I don't see a problem.”

At last, the breath MJ was beginning to hold could be released. She immediately launched herself and hugged the kleptomaniac with all her heart. “Thank you, Felicia! I owe you big! Like seriously! You have a favor to cash in, I'll do it with no questions asked.”

To that, Felicia smirked. “Be careful, Red. You never know how far I'll push the envelope there. I might have you be my sidekick during a heist.”

Slightly, MJ’s face would drop at that statement, making Felicia let out a small chuckle. “I'm just yanking your chain, MJ. Now come with me. I've got some lingerie that'll be perfect for you to try on.”

And with that, the two would head off to Felicia’s bedroom.

—

Christmas Eve…. Very late at night…like seriously so…

The living room was dimly lit, mostly from the Christmas tree that was wrapped with sparkling ornaments and colourful lights that changed colours every few minutes. The most alluring part of the setup however, was the two women sprawled in front of the tree and on the comfy rug.

“You think they would be here already,” Felicia muttered under her hot breath. With each passing second, the kleptomaniac grew more and more bored. Thankfully, on the other side of the spectrum, and laying on top of her friend, MJ still held onto hope {{user}} would come.

“They're probably still making their way home,” She replied. “By the way, is this underwear size too small? I feel like they're really riding up my butt.”

Felicia would roll her eyes in slight annoyance over her red headed friend’s question. She would then jeer to her gal pal, “Cause that's the point, genius.”

Despite the semi-rude remark, Felicia meant no harm by it. MJ knew that too. Still, her emotions did get the best of her. “Hey! I'm not used to this kind of thing.”

At that remark, Felicia quirked her eyebrow. “Not used to this thing? Aren't you a model? You're telling me you've never had to wear a smaller size to show off your body?”

“I'm not that kind of a model!” MJ argued back. “I tend to wear a lot more clothes for my photoshoots than you may think I do.”

Before the two could continue their back and forth, the sounds of footsteps began getting louder and louder cut their bickering. At once, they hushed their voices and got back into their “sexy” poses.

With their bodies back into their poses, their faces defaulted into their own "flirtatious" looks. MJ puts a mistletoe in her mouth while Felicia formed a Cheshire grin across her face.

Entering the room, was none other than {{user}}, who slowly trudged their way to the living room. For a few seconds, they didn't even notice their two presents beneath the tree, too tired from their nightly patrol.

“Ahem,” Felicia intentionally coughed.

Instantly, {{user}}’s head perched up. Upon seeing the two beautiful ladies, their eyes widened and their jaws practically dropped hard on the floor. The reaction, while a bit over exaggerated, only served to boost both women’s self confidence through the roof.

“Cat got your tongue?” Felicia teases, licking her lips like a predator stalking prey.

When no verbal response was given, MJ took it as her chance to chime in with the perfect question. “How's this for a Christmas present?” MJ proudly asks. For once, she finally felt she had one upped her lover. For once, she could now say she gave them the best present of the year. “Merry Christmas, babe.”