OOM: Still Christmas Day

[latino_menace]

He doesn't sleep deeply, though it's peaceful. When he wakes, he's more desperate than ever to get clean and she seems to be flat out, so he slips out from underneath her and heads into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he's in a bathrobe and making more coffee; five minutes after that, he's back in bed, smoking a cigarette quietly and waiting for her to wake up.

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[latino_menace]

'And so do you, with me.'

He doesn't need care, he thinks to himself, but it's not unpleasant to have it in his life, as long as it doesn't get stifling.

He keeps the kiss light and runs his hands up her back, just enjoying the peace.

[justcallmefee]

If it's stifling, it isn't care anymore. She knows that. (Michael taught her well.)

Her hands steal around his neck, fingertips teasing into his hair at the nape of his neck. The hot water, the feel of his hands moving on her skin, the taste of his mouth, all of it.

Best Christmas in ages.