I had no intention of writing a sequel to A Quiet Evening At Home, but yesterday inspiration struck and, seeing as it's almost Christmas, it seemed only fitting. Who knows, maybe there's more in the tank for this story after all.
Enjoy!
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They sat there together by the fire, both tired from a long day of holiday pageantry.
From the last-minute shopping- on his part of course, to the dropping off and picking up of gifts in preparation for the next day, to even a little caroling with the neighbors just after dark, theirs had indeed been a rather busy but enjoyable day.
But now they were home, and it was time for them to have a little fun themselves.
In the soft, warm glow of the fireplace, and beneath the colored lights of the Christmas tree, she looked even more beautiful than usual, which was saying something. Her long, dark chestnut hair hung softly over her shoulders, her red lips pursed together in a smirk, and her mischievous eyes look back at him as he stared at her.
Too bad the mistletoe was hanging by the front door. They'd have to make do with something else then.
She'd been preparing for this all day, and though he'd had his suspicions when she hadn't removed her boots once they'd got home, he dared not question her. After all, deep inside he knew there was only one reason she would do so, and he shivered in anticipation of whether his theory was true or not.
Gently, she slipped off one of the faded brown leather ankle boots she'd worn all day, her damp stocking glistening in the dim light. She could feel his eyes moving along with it as she lifted the boot and smiled seductively. Then she placed it over his nose and mouth, and with a smile of his own, he had his answer.
She had no need to check her list twice. She knew he'd been a good boy this year.
There had yet to be a day where he hadn't done as she had asked these past few months. In fact, it had reached a point where she no longer needed to ask. He simply did it all instinctively- the dishes were always washed and dried after meals, the house always cleaned. Every chore she lacked the time to do most weeks he made sure was done by the time she got home.
It was rather adorable. And proof her conditioning was working wonders.
As with countless nights that had come before, she watched his eyes shut and his chest rise and fall with those first few breaths, the scent of her sweat-filled boot slinking into his waiting nostrils.
His face reminded her of a sleeping child, happily waiting for Christmas morning to arrive so as to see what Santa brought him.
