Oh Snowy Night

Those are the last words I ever expected to come out of this big lug’s mouth. I stand shocked for a minute before I lower my hands and then jump on him. He catches me and wraps me up in his big arms. My body molds to his as if it’s done it a million times. I can feel his erection through his pants but he doesn’t try to take it any further. He kisses my mouth gently before I slide down him to get back to my feet. I bite my lip, wanting to watch the holiday movies with him and snuggle but now that I was wrapped around him I want to get back into the bed with him too.

“I’ll be out there waiting for you.” He reaches over to the bed and grabs the throw that’s on top of it, wrapping it around my shoulders. Something passes between us that I can’t explain before he turns to head back out of the room.

“Conn,” I call out, making him turn to look at me. “You have a tv, right?” He smiles this time, shaking his head. “I’m going to get my Christmas pjs on and I’ll be right out.” I bet I can turn our movie watching into one of those hot makeout sessions that I know people have on the sofa. This holiday is turning out way better than I could have ever hoped for.

I might only get it this once but I am going to treasure every second of it.

Chapter Thirteen

Conn

Christmas movies aren’t so bad, I decide, looking down at the small body curled up next to me. Faith doesn’t look that much different than Smittens at the moment. Faith’s head is in my lap and her legs are tucked up close to her body. Her face wears a peaceful, happy expression. I’m relieved. She seemed pissed before I brought her out to watch It’s a Wonderful Life and White Christmas. The first one made her tear up but she assured me they were happy tears—whatever those are—but the singing and dancing in the second movie made her laugh. She eyed me a couple of times during that one, but I refused to meet her gaze. I’ve never been graceful like the men on television and if I tried to dance, I’d end up stepping on her feet, my feet, Bear’s feet and maybe even Smittens’. In the end, we’d all be crying and they would be sad and angry tears.

We started a third movie about a human elf. It was funny but halfway through she passed out. It might’ve been from the rum I kept pouring into her cider or it could’ve been just from the long day. I get up and gently move Smittens to the side. She raises her head, gives me a disgruntled mewl and then buries her nose under her tail.

I try to be extra careful picking up Faith and, fortunately, she doesn’t wake. Carrying her is less strenuous than carting around the bag of sand. I’m going to make her pancakes in the morning topped with strawberries and whipped cream and lots of butter. She should be as heavy as two bags of sand, in my opinion.

I lay her down on the big mattress, cover her up and get ready for bed myself. As I’m brushing my teeth, I think about the whole fucking thing. Faith said she wanted some revenge sex but when it came right down to it, she wasn’t ready. I lick my lips, remembering her sweet taste on my tongue. Being in between her legs was the best moment of my life. I’d give my left nut to be back there. Wait…I pull out my brush and spit. Could I still get it up if I didn’t have both nuts? Let me revise. I’d give my left arm to be back between her legs, eating her pussy, drinking down her cum. But she wants something more. What she wants is a mystery. Maybe it’s pancakes. Maybe it’s another kitten. Maybe it’s more Christmas decorations.

I snap my fingers. That’s it. She loves Christmas. I hate it because I don’t understand why we get excited over an ordinary day in the winter. It’s not even when the baby Jesus was born so we’re expected to trot out a bunch of decorations, make special food, and all that shi—stuff on a day that doesn’t even have any meaning. It’d be like celebrating your mom’s birthday a week before it actually happened.

Logic aside, though, this is a holiday lots of people love and most important, it’s a holiday that Faith loves. It’s a good thing she’s sleeping because I’ve got work to do. I don’t have Christmas lights, but I find a bunch of lightbulbs. It takes a bit, but I’m able to rig them together. I string them above the fireplace. It looks…raw rather than festive. I pull them down and paint the bulbs with paint I had left over from touching up the mower along with white paint from the trim inside the house. The painted bulbs look a lot better.