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Authors: Selena Kitt
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food. And sex. And more Christmas. And more sex.”
He laughs, tilting my chin up so he can kiss me. I feel him stiffen in my hand as our kiss deepens, his mouth exploring mine. He groans when we part, then gives a resigned sigh.
“Oh the hell with it, let’s get you dressed and go see what’s open.”
It looks like we’re doing Christmas first.
I wear a pair of Zeph’s boxer briefs and one of his button-down white shirts tucked into a pair of black sweatpants with a drawstring I can pull tight. They’re far too long, but I tuck them into a pair of winter boots he gives me. Also too big, but I wear two pairs of socks.
“There, that should do it,” Zeph says, zipping up a leather coat over my clothes. “It’s supposed to go down below freezing this weekend. Might even snow.”
“But my wings!” I glance behind me, forgetting again that they’re gone.
He smiles at my forgetfulness, shrugging on his coat and pulling keys out of the pocket.
“Let’s go for a ride.”
The snow’s been falling for hours already. There’s a good six inches on the ground already and the flakes are thick and heavy—the sort that make flying difficult. Driving too, I suppose, because Zeph is going slow, the windshield wipers slapping back and forth. The whole world is white.
“Hey, look at that, Wal-Mart’s open.” He pulls into a nearly empty lot, parking close to the door. “Twenty-four hour convenience, even on Christmas.”
“Does this mean I get blueberries?” I perk up, peering out the water-beaded window. It’s fogging up because it’s so cold outside.
“You can have anything you want.” Zeph’s hand caresses the back of my neck, fingers massaging gently. I sigh and shiver, feeling my body melt under his touch.
“Not everything.” I look over at him in the orange glow of a streetlight, feeling the weight of it, time ticking by, relentless, the digital clock on the dash glowing ghostly blue on our faces.
He just looks at me, a little sad, and then leans in to kiss me. His mouth is soft, his lips cool, like kissing rain, and I drown in him, putting my arms around his neck, feeling everything, just everything, all at once, the sadness of losing him, the joy of having him, the sweet ache of wanting him. It’s all too much.
“Sam,” he whispers, a hand in my hair as we part, his eyes searching mine. “I want you...”
“I want you too.” It’s become a constant throb in my belly.
“No.” He shakes his head, his voice hoarse. “I want you… to stay.”
“I want it too.” I nod, feeling a quiver in my lower lip. Of course, it’s impossible. I’m only here for a day, such a brief blink in time. It’s unimaginable to think about. I don’t want to leave him. “I want to but…”
We both know.
He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine. We stay that way a moment, listening to the ticking of the cooling engine, snow falling softly, blanketing the car.
“Let’s make this the best Christmas you’ve ever had.” Zeph gets out of the car and I follow him, tripping along in the snow in my too-big boots. He laughs and catches me as we go through the automatic doors. It’s bitter cold. The wind is like a knife, even through my clothes.
The store is eerily quiet. It’s all decorated for Christmas, with candy and last minute wrapping paper and scotch tape near the registers. The only ones open are the self-serve lines and there’s a lone woman standing there, looking morose.
“Blueberries!” Zeph picks up a plastic container, showing me, as we enter the produce section.
“Gimme!” I’m already eating them, bright blue flavor bursting in my mouth.
“We have to pay for them first,” he says, but I shake my head, giving him a blueberry smile as I turn away, hoarding my fruit.
“Strawberries!” I exclaim, grabbing those too. “Don’t these only grow in summer?”
“They ship them up from down south somewhere.” Zeph has a basket swinging on his arm and I put the
He laughs, tilting my chin up so he can kiss me. I feel him stiffen in my hand as our kiss deepens, his mouth exploring mine. He groans when we part, then gives a resigned sigh.
“Oh the hell with it, let’s get you dressed and go see what’s open.”
It looks like we’re doing Christmas first.
I wear a pair of Zeph’s boxer briefs and one of his button-down white shirts tucked into a pair of black sweatpants with a drawstring I can pull tight. They’re far too long, but I tuck them into a pair of winter boots he gives me. Also too big, but I wear two pairs of socks.
“There, that should do it,” Zeph says, zipping up a leather coat over my clothes. “It’s supposed to go down below freezing this weekend. Might even snow.”
“But my wings!” I glance behind me, forgetting again that they’re gone.
He smiles at my forgetfulness, shrugging on his coat and pulling keys out of the pocket.
“Let’s go for a ride.”
The snow’s been falling for hours already. There’s a good six inches on the ground already and the flakes are thick and heavy—the sort that make flying difficult. Driving too, I suppose, because Zeph is going slow, the windshield wipers slapping back and forth. The whole world is white.
“Hey, look at that, Wal-Mart’s open.” He pulls into a nearly empty lot, parking close to the door. “Twenty-four hour convenience, even on Christmas.”
“Does this mean I get blueberries?” I perk up, peering out the water-beaded window. It’s fogging up because it’s so cold outside.
“You can have anything you want.” Zeph’s hand caresses the back of my neck, fingers massaging gently. I sigh and shiver, feeling my body melt under his touch.
“Not everything.” I look over at him in the orange glow of a streetlight, feeling the weight of it, time ticking by, relentless, the digital clock on the dash glowing ghostly blue on our faces.
He just looks at me, a little sad, and then leans in to kiss me. His mouth is soft, his lips cool, like kissing rain, and I drown in him, putting my arms around his neck, feeling everything, just everything, all at once, the sadness of losing him, the joy of having him, the sweet ache of wanting him. It’s all too much.
“Sam,” he whispers, a hand in my hair as we part, his eyes searching mine. “I want you...”
“I want you too.” It’s become a constant throb in my belly.
“No.” He shakes his head, his voice hoarse. “I want you… to stay.”
“I want it too.” I nod, feeling a quiver in my lower lip. Of course, it’s impossible. I’m only here for a day, such a brief blink in time. It’s unimaginable to think about. I don’t want to leave him. “I want to but…”
We both know.
He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine. We stay that way a moment, listening to the ticking of the cooling engine, snow falling softly, blanketing the car.
“Let’s make this the best Christmas you’ve ever had.” Zeph gets out of the car and I follow him, tripping along in the snow in my too-big boots. He laughs and catches me as we go through the automatic doors. It’s bitter cold. The wind is like a knife, even through my clothes.
The store is eerily quiet. It’s all decorated for Christmas, with candy and last minute wrapping paper and scotch tape near the registers. The only ones open are the self-serve lines and there’s a lone woman standing there, looking morose.
“Blueberries!” Zeph picks up a plastic container, showing me, as we enter the produce section.
“Gimme!” I’m already eating them, bright blue flavor bursting in my mouth.
“We have to pay for them first,” he says, but I shake my head, giving him a blueberry smile as I turn away, hoarding my fruit.
“Strawberries!” I exclaim, grabbing those too. “Don’t these only grow in summer?”
“They ship them up from down south somewhere.” Zeph has a basket swinging on his arm and I put the
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