Winter Things

"Agatha!" Bobby yelled through his window. He would have called for her more lovingly but he could already see security approaching. With his doors unlocked, and hazards on, he quickly ran around the back of his civic to load her belongings. "Get in, Paul Blart's walking this way."

Agatha grabbed his arm and quickly kissed his cheek, before sitting down. She started turning the dials because the vents were blowing heat, like they should have been blowing the A/C.

Just as her thoughts were running, they were disrupted by the slamming door.

"How was your flight?" Bobby said as he started them towards their destination.

"Great. But the real question is why are you dressed like you're about to go mushing?" Agatha barely let him finish his sentence before answering.

Bobby smiled to himself as he gripped the wheel. "You'll see in about 45 minutes."

Agatha saw his dewy sweat. "You're soaking! Take your coat off because if you pass out behind the wheel and we both die, I will haunt you...wherever your soul goes."

Bobby smiled and patted her on the thigh like a distressed puppy.

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195, 196, 197, 198, 199, 200.

Agatha removed her hands from her eyes. "Where are we?"

Bobby stood excitedly with his arms outstretched in the middle of a cabin. "Well during the summer this place is pretty popular for hunting, but in the winter it's pretty scarce, especially on Christmas Eve, so I borrowed it for tonight."

"I don't understand..." Agatha panned the room's details. There was a Swiss Cheese Plant in the corner with Christmas lights. 10 cases of firearm ammunition with red bows. She even hid a giggle after seeing a bag of MaryJane or Cilantro hanging from the ceiling fan. Her eyes settled on the electric fireplace that displayed beneath the paper wreath she suspected Bobby had made. Tracing her fingers along the "fireplace" she turned questioningly towards him. "Didn't you tell me that everyone goes to the beach on Christmas Eve?"

"True, but we are not everyone else. Once we came through that door we entered the North Pole." Bobby had thrown off his jacket, and exposed that he wore no shirt underneath.

A slow smile crept across her face. "I wonder what condition your South Pole is in?" Agatha walked towards Bobby grabbing him by the belt loops of his red cargo pants and pulling him into a long kiss. A hunger for each other's lips while their tongues fought together.

Agatha's hands had unzipped his pants and felt there way to getting a full grasp on Bobby's pride. Her fingers could fit around, and she was able to work out how far he would be able to push into her, if need be. She began to work her hand along his shaft like a foosball table. She pulled from the kiss to study his face to make sure he was enjoying himself. His eyes were focused on hers but his jaw was clenched. "Is this why you wanted to be alone for Christmas Eve?"

"The best gift can't be bought or boxed so..." Bobby pushed her blouse over her shoulders and threw it to the side. "Maybe I did."

Agatha closed her eyes as bobby began to kiss her neck. She removed one of her hands from his pride and began to work his balls like the Chinese Baoding balls he bought for her birthday. "I think I finally understand my birthday present now."

She could feel bobby laughing into her neck, as he walked her into the window. "I knew we wouldn't have much time so it seemed best to prepare." His voice had a depth to it that their FaceTimes, and years of friendship had not revealed until now. He spun Agatha around to face the window as she went to cover herself.

Bobby placed his hands on hers and returned them to the top rail of the window. "It's the low season, remember?" Bobby saw her reflection soften and her grip tighten on the top rail. He moved one hand to her breast, and another down and under the front of her stomach. Agatha swore she had buttoned and zipped her pants when she got dressed that morning but as quickly as she felt his fingers slip between her lips, she was questioning herself.

As she relaxed into his rhythm her eyes fell on the window pane realizing that the frost she had seen earlier was just the spray kind from the can.