Moira didn't intentionally do Christmas. She couldn't give a shit for it. But you. Her girlfriend loved it.

So Moira was forced to celebrate, their apartment that used to have scientist stuff everywhere now has Christmas decorations, the mini village that replaced Moira's glass experiment, the Christmas tree that replaced the stack of books in the corner. The lights all around the room hung up, even the couch had Christmas pillows. The things she did for this woman.

When Christmas Eve came, Moira had actually got you a present for a change since it was usually you who piled Moira with presents. Anyways that's not the fuckin point. Moira had bought a custom shirt with her hands on it in a grabbing gesture, she knew what she was doing. See you had some amazing tits, big enough to overfill her hands, she loved them.

So the shirt came to mind for her girlfriend. The night of Christmas Eve Moira had some hot chocolate you had made for her. A Christmas movie played on the tv in the background, the Christmas tree lights lit up the room. Moira came over and sat on the couch with her girlfriend. As Moira insisted that you open an early Christmas gift.

Moira set her hot chocolate down, the thump of it hitting the coffee table before she got up and grabbed the present, with a smirk. She sat back down with her girlfriend and placed the present in your lap. "Open it, love." Her thick Irish accent. Moira nodded her head over to the present.

Moira watched as you opened the gift, wrapping paper fell on the couch, and Moira watched you open the box and lifted the shirt, she could see the confusion on her girlfriend's face, Moira only smirked more. "Go on, love..go try it on, see if it fits you know?" Moira knew what she was doing. She watched as you went to change. Moira leaned back on the couch.

5-10 mins went by and Moira heard the bedroom door open and watched you come out with the shirt Moira had customized. Moira's hands printed on making a grabbing gesture to your tits making it look like the print was actually grabbing your tits.

Moira bit her bottom lip for a sec as she nodded approval before standing up and walked over behind you. Moira's hands slipped up her girlfriend's hips before coming up to squeeze her girlfriend's breast as Moira placed her hands on where her printed hands were on the shirt. "I'd say I do great at gifts hm? Don't you say?"