Sleigh Ride Sleighed It
Flicking and fluttering, the flames of the fireplace in our bedroom cast a glow on the wall and wafted their heat toward us as we snuggled in bed.
Georgia sighed, and I cuddled closer, pulling her body into mine and touching our foreheads together. It’d been a long day of presents, Christmas wishes, and mayhem, and I couldn’t imagine anything better than relaxing with the love of my life while the sounds of the house filtered in around us.
The kids had been in bed for a long while, but I could still hear a few chuckles drifting up from the players downstairs as they played their fifth game of poker and fell a little deeper into a bottle of scotch. Cassie and Thatch were loud enough to hear even with a room on the other end of the hallway, and the bedroom closest had Winnie and Wes, the safest choice of all the options, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t hear an occasional giggle.
I moved just enough to put my lips to Georgia’s forehead, and she did a combination of a contented sigh and a groan.
“Something on your mind?” I asked freely, knowing Georgia liked to talk things out. I wanted her to settle. Into the bed, into happiness, and definitely into me. We had lovemaking to get to.
“Nothing really except that I guess I’ll just have to try for the best Christmas ever for you and the girls again another year.”
“Really?” I asked and pulled her away just enough to look her in the eye, mystified that she still didn’t see it.
“Really, what?” Her thumb stroked the skin of my own, and I focused myself on relishing every stroke as I set out on my journey to explain it to her.
“How can you still not know that this year was perfect?”
She scoffed, and the covers jerked as she kicked out a leg. Obviously, our discussion was making her hot.
“Kline, come on. I had a whole plan. Traditions and memories to make. None of it happened according to plan. We didn’t ice-skate or drink hot chocolate by the fire, we didn’t get to go for a Christmas hike after opening presents, and I didn’t get to serve you guys the roasted pork tenderloin I’ve been reading up on for months.”
“We can skate and have hot chocolate tomorrow, and I can’t wait to have the pork tenderloin one night at home. We’re not hiking people, let’s be real, but if your heart’s really set on it, I’ll make it happen. But, baby, if memories were what you were after, you got them.”
“Kline—”
“No, Benny. Hear me out.” I put my hands to her jaw and made her focus on me completely. “We were together, our girls were happy, and we got a whole lot of laughs out of the crazy people around us this year. To me, I’ll never forget any of it. Georgie, Christmas this year? You slayed it.”
“Kline—” she started, jerking her head in my hands enough that I had to gently pull her focus back.
“Scratch that. You sleighed it.” Her face contorted, not really with confusion, but I still felt the need to clarify. “You know, because of Santas Dick and his reindeer and shit?”
She laughed, a little crease forming between her eyebrows. “Oh yeah, I’ll have memories of Santa’s dick for years to come.”
“All right,” I groaned dramatically. “I guess, if you really need him to, Big-dick Brooks will accept the job of writing over that particular DVD.”
She giggled as I rolled into her and nuzzled her neck. “Kline!”
“Wow, not even inside you and you’re already yelling my name.” I looked down at my cock, hanging out innocently between our bodies and already getting hard at the thought of being inside my woman, and spoke to him as though he were human. “Good job, man. You’re officially in the running for a commendation.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
I rubbed my nose against hers and hummed. “No, baby. I’m happy. Today, for Christmas, and every other day. You make me that way. You want perfect? You’re it.”
Her eyes grew moist as I pulled my head away from her neck and searched them.
“Kline?” she called softly. I smiled.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I guess I’m pretty awesome, huh?”
I barked a startled laugh, and she smiled, cupping my cheek with her hand.
Her voice was soft and serious as she remarked, “To land you, I’d have to be.”
Is it obvious I’m the luckiest man in the world?
Because I am.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
The End ☺
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