By Dryad
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and enjoy yourself. For better or worse, the work is mine, so
please don’t snitch it. Comments are grovelled for. This WAS
going to be my secret santa story…but well, you’ll see why I
changed my mind.
She was too old to believe in Santa Claus.
At least that is what she kept telling herself. Ever feel like
you wish you could just step off the merry go around? The view
is always the same, some horse’s ass in front of you. Nothing
changes.
But then she found out she wasn’t on the Merry-go-round at all.
It was the rollercoaster; and at the moment, she was staring
down the track of a 300 foot drop.
He didn’t leave her much, not that it mattered since it all fit
in the 2 bedroom apartment. Some furniture and Michael. She
smiled. He was precocious for a 6 year old. It was probably the
last year he would believe in Santa, and she found that it made
her sad, sadder in fact than his father leaving them.
She looked at him, sleeping in Sean’s old recliner, curled up
in his Bob the Builder pajamas. He had an old baby blanket
wrapped around his legs, his mischievous eyes hidden behind
drooping eyelids.
“Will Santa bring Daddy’s presents?” he murmured sleepily.
She mentally sighed, cursing the circumstances that made him
need to ask.
“Of course, sweetheart. Santa knows Daddy is far away.”
The milk and cookies were placed strategically next to the
stocking hung on the fake mantel.
She turned off all the lights but the Christmas tree, and sat
on the couch. She missed him. Sean would have loved to help him
put out the reindeer food, as he had done since Michael was two,
when he promised to help him feed the reindeer. Sean always kept
his promises.
She pulled up the afghan around her legs and felt the tension
sing through her system.
I’m doing the best I can without you, Sean. She sniffled, and
finally gave in to a bout of self pity.
**************
She felt warm. Safe. Secure. She didn’t want to wake up, she
knew it had to be a dream. The last months had punctured any
feeling of security she had had. She felt the hand brush the
hair off her cheek, slide down her shoulder, her arm, her hip
and back up. A warm touch slipped inside the gap of her flannel
nightgown. Rough fingers caressed her breast and she turned into
touch, not wanting it to end. The hand moved, from one breast to
the other, as she felt the second hand tracing lines up her
thighs to her quickly moistening center.
“Sean,” she cried quietly when the fingers stoked her core.
Her body trembled with need, and a desire so strong, she thought
she was going insane imagining her husband was there.
It was then she awoke and opened her eyes. The hand on her
breast left and clasped over her mouth.
“Shhhh. You don’t want to wake Michael.” He smiled down at her.
Her eyes widened and she nodded. He removed his hand, only to
replace it with his lips.
He kissed her hungrily, desperately and she returned the
feelings. Her hands peeled off his tan camouflage shirt quickly.
“I hope you brought his Christmas gift. He thinks Santa is
going to drop it off for you.” She whispered cheekily, before
attacking the belt of his pants. “I don’t care how you are here.
I don’t even care if you’re a figment of my imagination anymore.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Title: Homecoming
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Added on: February 1st, 2009
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