Kit (A Little Christmas Season Three)

Chapter 20

Kit

I lost track of time.

In Parker’s arms, the world remade itself. All night long, I slept and woke, tugging at him to make love to me again.

We’d both said the love word to each other. It was more than a heat of the moment vow. I committed myself to him one hundred percent right then and there.

Dawn broke and neither of us noticed. Nor did we remember it was Christmas Eve and we’d planned to cook a turkey.

When we got hungry, we wandered in open robes to the kitchen and grabbed whatever we could find.

We went to the living room, turned on the tree lights, and lay before the fire, fucking and stroking and sucking all day.

“I don’t want to stop,” I said, as I lay with my head on my folded arms.

“Who’s stopping?” Parker asked.

Later, when it began to grow dark again outside, and the wind howled, I said, “Weren’t we going to cook a turkey?”

Parker laid a fleece blanket over me and hugged me to his chest. “We can cook it tomorrow.”

We had finally worn ourselves out. I fell into a deep sleep before the fire, cuddling on piles of pillows and blankets.

When I woke, the fire made tiny crackle sounds, nothing but orange embers. The room was dark except for the tree lights which twinkled as if to say, “Merry merry.”

I realized Christmas had arrived. It was just before dawn, but the magical day was here.

I lay back in our little living room nest and smiled so hard my cheeks ached.

Here, by the tree, was the greatest gift I could ever imagine:

A wonderful daddy who had shown me his love and devotion all week long. A lover who knew how to command my body to his will, but also to my own tastes.

Parker was the one. Finally. At long last.

Under the tree, I had found my miracle.

Santa had brought me everything I wanted.

THE END