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thegrrrl2002) wrote2005-12-18 12:37 pm
thegrrrl2002) wrote2005-12-18 12:37 pm
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I'm off!
Well, soon! We're leaving bright and early tomorrow morning for the annual Christmas visit with the family. It's always great fun, lots of food and drink and happy festive times with my sisters. Yay! All the presents are wrapped and ready to go. The apartment is a mess, we're in the middle of packing, clothes everywhere. And I really need a shower.
My internet access there is going to be sporadic, so I want to wish everyone a lovely Christmas and a happy Chanukah and anything else one might celebrate. Be safe, and be happy. ::hugs::
Rodney woke to a warm, heavy weight settling in on top of him and soft lips nuzzling his. "Hello," Rodney said into John's mouth.
"Merry Christmas," John murmured.
Rodney blinked his eyes open. "It's not really--"
John nipped his chin. "It's Christmas."
"When you consider the orbital and rotational differences between--"
"I don't care." John stretched lazily, chest pressing into Rodney's. "Elizabeth declared today Christmas, so it's Christmas."
"Oh, well then," Rodney said, spreading his legs so that John could slip down in between. A hard cock pressed snug against his thigh, and Rodney decided it could be Christmas, Thanksgiving, Victoria Day and New Year's Day all rolled into one if John wanted it to be. "Christmas it is."
John grinned, sleepy and sweet.
Rodney did not want to admit what that grin did to his insides. "You should know by now I'm not exactly into the holiday thing."
"You would be, if we were back on Earth," John said, "For one thing, we'd get the biggest Christmas tree we could fit into your apartment."
"We would?"
We, John had said. It made Rodney want to smile, too.
"Uh huh." John nodded. "Not one of those fake trees. Those just aren't right."
"Of course not."
"And there would be lots of presents for me underneath it," John said.
"That?" Rodney said, tapping a finger on John's shoulder, "would depend on whether you were naughty or nice."
"I'm always nice." John rocked his hips and grinned again, only this time the grin wasn't exactly sweet.
"Hmmm." Rodney ran his hands down John's back. "That's not exactly what I'd call it."
John took a moment to kiss him, lips brushing across Rodney's lips before moving on to Rodney's cheek. He added, "You would bake gingerbread men for me, too."
"What am I, Betty Crocker?"
"Only if you wear a cute little apron."
Rodney snorted, even though scary thing was that for John? He would. "That's quite the little fantasy world you've got going there." He cupped John's ass and squeezed.
Closing his eyes, John added in a wistful voice, "We'd play Christmas carols and drink rum and eggnog while you baked and I decorated the tree."
"Wait a minute," Rodney said with a frown, "what's with me being the girl in this little domestic scenario?"
John opened his eyes. "And then when we finished, you would bend me over the kitchen table, right where the cookies are cooling, pull down my pants and fuck me. Nice and slow."
Rodney's cock twitched. "Um, yes, yes, okay. I can do that."
"Works for you?"
Rodney slid his fingers down into the cleft of John's ass and pressed his hips up against John's. "Works for me. Really, really works for me."
"Mmmm." John kissed him, then reached for the lube on the bedside table. "See, now you're getting into the holiday spirit."
"I think you're right," Rodney agreed. "I am feeling very...spirited."
"And they say it's better to give than receive. I really, really like to receive." John gave Rodney what was probably intended to be a sultry, seductive look. Then demanded, "What? What is so funny?"
Still laughing, Rodney rolled over, pinning a now sulky John beneath him. "You're the best present ever, that's what."
"Oh. Okay." John looked abashed, then reached up and kissed him. "Damn right I am."
Rodney kissed John sweetly before sitting back and eyeing John's naked body. "And look, you're already unwrapped."
John spread his legs, smiling naughtily. "Ready for some serious giving?"
And they made merry all day long.
My internet access there is going to be sporadic, so I want to wish everyone a lovely Christmas and a happy Chanukah and anything else one might celebrate. Be safe, and be happy. ::hugs::
Rodney woke to a warm, heavy weight settling in on top of him and soft lips nuzzling his. "Hello," Rodney said into John's mouth.
"Merry Christmas," John murmured.
Rodney blinked his eyes open. "It's not really--"
John nipped his chin. "It's Christmas."
"When you consider the orbital and rotational differences between--"
"I don't care." John stretched lazily, chest pressing into Rodney's. "Elizabeth declared today Christmas, so it's Christmas."
"Oh, well then," Rodney said, spreading his legs so that John could slip down in between. A hard cock pressed snug against his thigh, and Rodney decided it could be Christmas, Thanksgiving, Victoria Day and New Year's Day all rolled into one if John wanted it to be. "Christmas it is."
John grinned, sleepy and sweet.
Rodney did not want to admit what that grin did to his insides. "You should know by now I'm not exactly into the holiday thing."
"You would be, if we were back on Earth," John said, "For one thing, we'd get the biggest Christmas tree we could fit into your apartment."
"We would?"
We, John had said. It made Rodney want to smile, too.
"Uh huh." John nodded. "Not one of those fake trees. Those just aren't right."
"Of course not."
"And there would be lots of presents for me underneath it," John said.
"That?" Rodney said, tapping a finger on John's shoulder, "would depend on whether you were naughty or nice."
"I'm always nice." John rocked his hips and grinned again, only this time the grin wasn't exactly sweet.
"Hmmm." Rodney ran his hands down John's back. "That's not exactly what I'd call it."
John took a moment to kiss him, lips brushing across Rodney's lips before moving on to Rodney's cheek. He added, "You would bake gingerbread men for me, too."
"What am I, Betty Crocker?"
"Only if you wear a cute little apron."
Rodney snorted, even though scary thing was that for John? He would. "That's quite the little fantasy world you've got going there." He cupped John's ass and squeezed.
Closing his eyes, John added in a wistful voice, "We'd play Christmas carols and drink rum and eggnog while you baked and I decorated the tree."
"Wait a minute," Rodney said with a frown, "what's with me being the girl in this little domestic scenario?"
John opened his eyes. "And then when we finished, you would bend me over the kitchen table, right where the cookies are cooling, pull down my pants and fuck me. Nice and slow."
Rodney's cock twitched. "Um, yes, yes, okay. I can do that."
"Works for you?"
Rodney slid his fingers down into the cleft of John's ass and pressed his hips up against John's. "Works for me. Really, really works for me."
"Mmmm." John kissed him, then reached for the lube on the bedside table. "See, now you're getting into the holiday spirit."
"I think you're right," Rodney agreed. "I am feeling very...spirited."
"And they say it's better to give than receive. I really, really like to receive." John gave Rodney what was probably intended to be a sultry, seductive look. Then demanded, "What? What is so funny?"
Still laughing, Rodney rolled over, pinning a now sulky John beneath him. "You're the best present ever, that's what."
"Oh. Okay." John looked abashed, then reached up and kissed him. "Damn right I am."
Rodney kissed John sweetly before sitting back and eyeing John's naked body. "And look, you're already unwrapped."
John spread his legs, smiling naughtily. "Ready for some serious giving?"
And they made merry all day long.
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