Frosty Fiction, Day 31: Knox and Issac

“Another year.” Issac sighed. Again. For the eighty thousandth time in the last hour.

Knox was going to beat him bloody. The man was always so fucking melancholy on New Years. Hell,, Knox had never actually used the word melancholy in a sentence before Isaac.

“Yep. We should get a dog.” He’d given the last one away damned near thirty years ago.

“A dog? Are you hungry?”

“Nope. I just figure I’ll need company when you off yourself in your ennui.” Bing. Another word he hadn’t even known how to pronounce.

“Oooh. Very nice. In another fifty years you’ll be able to do crosswords in pen.”

“I know, right?” He wandered toward Isaac, the old floorboards creaking under his feet as he skirted a pile of books. “In a hundred I’ll be able to burn the words into paper with just my mind.”

“Everyone will be able to. Hell, in a hundred years, words may be obsolete.”

“Nah. You’re too fond of them.” He moved closer, trying for nonchalant.

“I am. Nearly as fond as I am of you, Pup.”

“Not. A. Pup. Old man.” He reached down and hauled Isaac up, smooshing the man against his chest.

“Mmm. My Pup. Eternally.” Those teeth flashed in a quick, happy smile.

“Oh, good. Another year you’re looking forward to, then.” He bared his teeth, leaning toward that long, pale throat.

“What’s another year, Pup? Another century. Another lifetime.” Issac arched for him, the offer clear.

Knox moaned, letting his fangs sink into Isaac’s skin. He’d known all that sighing was just to get his attention.

Thank God, Father Time and the Baby New Year that it worked.

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Frosty Fiction, Day 30:

Jesus stretched, his paws kicking the air. Oh, he loved a lazy morning. He didn’t even know what morning it was. Jonah was the only one who kept track of days of the week and month.

Mariposa was fat and swollen with pups, her nose covered by her tail as she curled in her den. She opened one eye to glare at him when he woofed softly, but he just gave her a lupine grin. Their lady was never so beautiful as when she was pregnant. And Jonah was never so happy.

Jonah was singing in the little kitchen of their cabin, stirring something that smelled heavenly and Jesus licked Mariposa’s muzzle before padding over to see his Alpha.

“Hello, love.” Jonah scratched his ears, making his eyes cross.

He lapped Jonah’s wrist, tail moving fast and hard. Happy winter, mate. Puppies and food and petting.

Jonah chuckled. “I’m making barbecue sauce, love. I know how you adore grilled meat.”

He chuffed and wagged, leaning hard, the scent of Jonah like a drug.

“I could use some human company today.”

Oh. Oh, sweet Alpha. Jesus pondered that, very hard. Legs. Man. Come on. Jonah needed love.

There. His legs lengthened, his front ones becoming arms.

“Mmmmmate.” He growled happily, standing to push into Jonah’s arms.

“Hello, baby.” Jonah kissed him, tongue flicking his lips. “Shall we make Mari some yummy food?”

“I like food. And Mari.” He sniffed the air. “There’s going to be snow.”

“Is there?” Jonah laughed. “Glad you came north with me, baby?”

“Always.” He was made to follow his mates. They took care of him and he made art for them.

“Good.” He got another kiss, then Jonah squeezed his ass. “Get Mari another blanket, and I’ll give you a reward.

“I will.” He rubbed their cheeks together. “The pups will be here soon, I think.”

“Then we’ll have to be ready. I love you, Jesus.”

“Love.” He took a kiss, smiling as the snow began to fall. Lovely.

Home. Snow. Puppies.

Perfect.

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Mariposa, Jesus and Jonah live in Desert Lobo. One day left, y'all -- can you believe it? :D 

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Frosty Fiction, Day 22: Sara and Cal

“Cal, he’s heading for the tree again.” Sara reached for Jonah’s heel from her place on the floor, where she was wrapping presents to mail to Mom and Poppy.

“I got him, darlin’.” Her cowboy leaned down, scooped the baby up and nuzzled his neck. “You gonna run track, boy?”

“Crawl track, maybe.” She winked over, put a bow on the package that held a signed copy of her last book. “He’s never going to walk.”

She wasn’t complaining. She had enough to keep up with without her boy being a sprinter.

Cal chuckled. “Maybe he’ll be a roper. Team ropers never walk anywhere.”

“Like my son is going to be a rodeo cowboy.”

“Hey, now. There’s way more money in it than there used to be.” Cal’s blue eyes twinkled at her.

“Uh-huh. No.” God, he was beautiful. “He’s asleep again.”

“Well, there you go.” Cal bounced the baby a little “You need any help there. darlin’?”

“Always. You want me to put him down or do you have it?”

“I got it.” Cal had gotten past his fear that he would break the baby remarkably fast.

“Love you, Cowboy,” she called after him, watching that Wrangler butt go.

“Hold that thought, darlin’,” she heard, low and soft. “I got something you can unwrap.”

“Promises, promises.”

Merry Christmas to her.

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Frosty Fiction, Day 21: Gen and Dale

Salty fish and noodles.

Oh, Gen called them baccala’ and spaghetti a la something, but they sure didn’t look like Christmas. The noodles he could handle. He just wasn’t so sure about the fish. Christmas in Italy might be more than he could swallow.

“You look very nervous for a man at a feast, tesoro,” Gen said, hand sliding on his back.

“Oh, just a little homesick is all. This is very different.”

Very.

“Mmm. I imagine so. It is all traditional.” Gen had a few thousand relatives, all of them very sweet but loud and emotional and hungry. “I have something just for you. Not to share.

“Well, I should hope so, honey.” He waggled his eyebrows, looking Gen up and down.

Gen laughed, which drew a few looks from the people starting to edge toward the food. Gen took his hand, leading him out of the big formal dining room. He was living in a villa, for god’s sake.

Him. Goofy redneck him.

How fucking cool was this?

Gen kissed him gently, bringing him back to the moment, which had resolved itself into a table for two.

“Gen?” A table just for them?

“Mmm. Yes. We can join the others in a bit, but I wanted you to have something traditional for you, as well. I talked with your old roommate.”

There were two covered platters, and Gen waved him toward them. He headed over and the smell of home hit him. He tugged the lids off and, praise the Lord, there was a pile of tamales and what looked like sliced brisket with onions, pickles and sauce.

“Oh, Gen. Gen, did Santa talk to you?”

“Perhaps.” Those dark eyes shone with love, Gen smiling for him. “Buon Natale, tesoro. Are you happy?”

“Merry Christmas, honey.” He grabbed his lover, took a long, hard kiss. “Who on earth wouldn’t be happy if they were me? I got my heart, right here.”

Even if there was salted fish and spaghetti for Christmas dinner. They got tamales to share.

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Frosty Fiction, Day 20: Wend, Canyon and Riana

“Canyon?” Riana came to him, long white hair like a cloud around her, face like a little worried thundercloud. “The women say that I have to make the Pack a Christmas. I’ve never done a Christmas for anyone. I don’t know how.”

“Oh.” Canyon bit back a grin. “I guess not. I can help with that.”

“Okay. You tell me and I will make it.” His fierce, frowning girl, working so hard to be the alpha female, to make things right. He adored her.

“Well, first we need Wend. He’s the domestic one, yeah?”

She nodded, arms wrapped around herself as she turned, heading back toward their home, tension written in every line of her body.

“Hey.” He snagged her, pulling her back against his chest. “Guess what?”

“What?” It meant so much, that she never even tensed, just cuddled in.

“Christmas can be easy. You just need a lot of love in your heart.”

“I have a lot of love in my mates. I want you to be pleased.”

Wend appeared out of the shadows. coming to them like he’d been called. “Is something wrong?”

Canyon chuckled. “Not at all, sweet boy. Let’s go in, make hot chocolate, and plan our holiday.”

“I’d love that.” His sweet mate beamed, coming to nuzzle and nibble their lady until she eased, smiled, nodded.

“It will be okay?” she asked.

“It will be perfect.” No matter what.

Canyon would bite anyone who said different.

 

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Frosty Fiction, Day 19: Remy and Griffin

“Ooo, douce! Where you been? You been hunting nummy Christmas treats without me?” Remy looked over at his tall, fine, hot as all get out lover. “I done decorated the tree.”

Griff smiled, fangs against lower lip. “Now, would I do that. sweet?”

“Don’ make me bite on you now.” He licked his lips, moving forward. “You get something sweet and nummy?”

“I got something spicy. Want a taste?”

“I do.” The lights on the tree -- all purply and fine -- made Griff’s skin glow. The way Griff offered that long, pale throat was enough to make Remy feel like he was glowing, too.

“Douce. You like the best of all things -- Santa, presents, lights.”

He murmured the words just before his fangs sank in, and the only lights he knew where the ones in his own head.

 

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Frosty Fiction, Day 18: Max and Morgan

“Sugar?” Max looked at the house, wide-eyed. “Did a Pier One explode in Oklahoma City?”

“What? No. Possibly UPS truck, the guy was a little peeved when he was bringing in all the boxes.” Morgan looked tickled as a pig in shit.

“Uh-huh. Did you buy... Santa?”

“Oh, no. He’s still ensconced in the North Pole. I think. I could look it up on Amazon...”

“That looks like the weird little penguin from the commercial.” He pointed out a sparkly bird on a cupcake.

“Uh-huh. I love him. I named him Charlie. It’s a thing.”

Max grinned. Morgan had a lot of things that were a thing. It was one of his most endearing qualities. “Well, I like the shiny stuff on the bull horns.”

“You’ll like the new sheets, too.” Oh, there was evil in them there eyes.

“Will I?”

“Oh, yes. The website called it Pinup Cowpokes.”

That grin made him a lot of promises.

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Frosty Fiction, Day 17: Addie and Bodie

Bodie hummed, trimming stray branches off the Christmas tree. He and Addie had compromised; he’d got his live tree, Addie had made sure it was a potted tree they could plant later.

He could hear his girl, singing in the kitchen, the sound sweet and a little silly as she rattled pans and measuring cups. She had this idea about making cookies to hang on the tree. Bodie wanted to string popcorn, too.

He grinned, then removed one of the pups from the toe of his sock. “That hurts, now.”

The silly little border collie grunted and attacked again. He thought that one was... He lifted it. Girl two. Right side moon.

“Are you abusing my puppies?”

“They’re abusing my socks.” He held up the puppy when Addie peeked in at him. “Which one is this?”

“That’s my baby girl!” She squeeked and clapped and that fuzzy baby went crazy, barking and wagging. “And where’s that wee baby boy?”

“You don’t have him?” Uh-oh. Loose puppies did bad shit.

“I thought they were both in there with you...”

“Crap.” He handed her the girl pup and went looking.

He found the little shit, sleeping in his towel, curled up in a tiny ball. Oh, damn. “If this is what it’s like to have kids, we’re gonna have to work harder.”

Her little hand landed on his butt with a smack. “You got a mouse in your pocket, cowboy?”

“Hey! He’s your dog.” He winked, then bent to kiss her.

“And you’re my cowboy. Put them in the laundry room, lover. I want to make something more fun than cookies.”

Oh. Hello. Bodie did love how straightforward his girl was. “Yes, ma’am.”

This time that hand didn’t swat. No, that was a promise, sure as shit.

“Such a good cowboy. I have such a present for you.”

“I like presents.” He did. Better than cotton candy.

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Addie and Bodie are from Mr. Unlucky, releasing in January from Resplendence. :D

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Frosty Fiction, Day 16, Mik and Van

“Vampires don’t ski.”

Mik sat on the end of the bed, arms crossed, glaring at him.

Van chuckled, tossing another sweater at his own personal vamp. “Werewolves do. You can sit at the lodge and drink hot buttered blood.”

“That’s disgusting.” Uh-huh. Mik was way less pissy than he was letting on. Way less. Hell, Jonny had personally recommended the lodge they were going to in Switzerland...

“It’s funny. Come on, baby. Christmas on the slopes.”

“Switzerland? Seriously? Me, on an overseas flight?”

“We could take a boat, but the snowpack might be gone...”

“I’m going to bite you.”

That got him to stop tossing clothes about, making him chuckle. “Promise?”

Mik grinned, fangs gleaming. “Uh-huh.”

“That would be a nice start to Christmas.”

His own personal bloodsucker started stalking. “Ho. Ho. Ho.”

“Still taking you skiing.”

Mik growled, the sound hot as fuck. “I told you, vampires don’t ski.”

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Mik and Van are from Cereus: Opening (thanks to Julia for letting me borrow her boy for this one).

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Frosty Fiction, Day 15: Dave and Amos

“Dave? Baby, why are there lights on the dog house?”

“Because it looked drab.”

“There’s no one but us to see it out here, and...” Amos stopped, sniffing. Frowning, he glanced around. “Is that coffee?”

“I wish.” Dave sighed dramatically. “Iris sent more candles in her care package. Hazelnut cappucino, creme brulee, and Mocha Mint.”

“Go her.” Dave’s secretary, because Iris would never be an ex, sent all sorts of shit, all the time. She thought they were way too isolated up in the Colorado mountains. “Did she send more toffee?”

“She sent pecan brittle, bagels, and smoked salmon.” Dave stared at him. “Seriously? After so long, you’d think I’d cheat?”

“No.” He grinned and pulled Dave close. “It’s habit to ask.”

“The puppies like the Christmas lights.”

“Do they? I had to dig a ball out of Noodle’s mouth last night.”

“That’s why I hung them with string instead of hooks.”

“It’s why you got the hard plastic, too.” He knew it was important to Dave that everything was just so, especially at Christmas. “I like the candles. You want to make cookies now, baby?”

“That would be fun.” Dave came to him, lines beside those dark eyes pure laughter and sunshine. “Yeah, Shep.”

“Well, let’s get to it. I got you some bone shaped cutters to make some for the dogs, too.” Dave wasn’t the only one with Christmas spirit.

His was just less... sparkly.

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Dave and Amos are from my very first book ever, Stress Relief. ;-)

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Frosty Fiction, Day 14: Jeremy and Hollis

“Sausage balls aren’t good for you.”

“Egg nog is just empty calories.”

“Christmas cookies? MORE Christmas cookies?”

“Sugared pecans? Really?”

“You put that toffee down, Hollis!”

Hollis had had enough. Jeremy was taking this whole trainer-at-Christmas obsession too far. They were retired, now. If he gained five pounds at Christmas, he would work it off on Jeremy’s hot little ass.

He grabbed a joint, a bag of Doritos, and jar of really good olives, popped them in a box and stuck a bow on it.

“Jeremy? Baby? Come see what I got you!”

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Jeremy and Hollis are from Living in Fast Forward. ;-)

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Frosty Fiction, Day 13: Danny and Quinn

God, the cold made him hurt.

Danny crept up the stairs of the house, the couple of bags from his stop at the City Market on the way home from cleaning out his little office and telling Professor Wells happy holidays weighing a million pounds in his arms.

Please don’t let me fall. Please don’t let me fall. Please don’t let me fall.

The door opened before he could reach for the knob, Quinn right there, frowning. “Oh, God, why didn’t you call, babe? I would have come and helped.” Those big, warm hands closed on his arms, helping him over the stoop before the dog could charge him.

“Thank you.” He felt like an idiot, sore and stiff and ancient. “Cold. Good day?”

“Not bad. Couple of people being crappy to each other, but you know how that is.” Quinn dropped a kiss on his cold lips, warming them.

“I do. Semester’s officially over. Office is locked.” That meant long days in their old house, pottering around and drinking coffee.

“Yeah? Means I can melt you with a massage.”

“Oh, God. Please. Yes.” He’d sell his left nut for one.

“I thought so. Hop in the shower while I put the groceries away? Then we can start Christmas break.”

“You got it.” He kissed Quinn’s cheek. “It’s good to be home.”

“Good.” Quinn squeezed his ass. “Because I have plans for Christmas.”

Oh, yay.

He thought he felt better already.

 

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Danny and Quinn are from Old Town New, which is one of my favorites from way back.

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Frosty Fiction, Day 12: The Brazilians

“What are you doing, Joa?” Balta asked, staring at his lover, who stood on a ladder, naked as the day he was born.

“Hanging mistletoe.”

The view was lovely, so Balta didn’t complain, but it seemed an odd thing. “Why?”

“Because I thought it would be a good game,” Raul said, wandering into the room with a box of mistletoe hangers.

“A game.” He held one arm out and Raul came to him, a naughty look on the hawk-like face.

“Mmmhmm.” Raul smiled for him. “I thought we’d hang them all over and let the one who catches Joa under them tell him what they want him to kiss.”

“Oh. Oh, my wise Raul.” Balta beamed, grin getting wider and wider.

Joa peered down at them. “Wait. You just said there would be many kisses.”

Raul nodded. “So there will be.”

“Feliz Natal!” He applauded, most amused at this game.

Yes.

Merry Christmas to them.

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Frosty Fiction, Day 10: Beau and Sammy

Sammy was singing.

Loud.

Silent Night. O Come All Ye Faithful. Go Tell It On the Mountain.

The First Noel, O Holy Night, Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town and ‘Zat You Santa Claus.

One after another.

Beau loved it. He sat there on Coke’s front porch, rocking and drinking a beer as Sammy worked on one of the four-wheelers Coke was having troubles with.

The fearless one himself came out of the house, with a Dr. Pepper for Sammy. “He’s having fun, Cajun.”

“He is, cher.”

“I. Does he know when he sings he don’t mess up the words?”

“Yep. I’ve had him sing for his supper sometimes.”

“No shit? I like it.” Coke grinned at him. “Dillon’s in the kitchen making sammiches. You willing to cook supper? I got pork loin in there.”

“Shit, yeah. S’long as Dillweed doesn’t get all up in arms.”

“You ain’t going to make gumbo; it’s all good.”

Sammy bellered. “O come let us a-DORE hi-IM, Chriiiiiiiist the Lord!”

Coke’s grin was bright as all fuck. “Going to get him his drink.”

“Thanks, cher.” Beau hummed along, heading in to see about that pork loin.

Sammy’s voice followed him, all the way in.

“All I want for Christmas is you...”

 

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Frosty Fiction, Day 9: Garret and Kelly

The pictures came in on his emails -- desert and sand, explosions, scarred earth. Soldiers in battle gear. Soldiers in the hospital. Kids with scared eyes and gaunt faces. It had started with long letters about how things were, about how much Kelly missed him, missed Nashville.

Then the long letters shortened to, “miss you, man.”

Sometimes it was just a date, a location.

Sometimes not even that.

Garrett wasn’t sure how Kelly bore it, day after day.

Christmas eve came, and he was sitting in his momma’s kitchen, bored out of his mind while everyone wandered and cooked and shit.

An email popped up on his phone, a picture of a tiny tree, a handful of lights. A note. “Need you like breathing.”

He sighed. This was utter bullshit.

He just emailed back. “Then come home to me.”

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Garrett and Kelly are from the Roughstock novella, Shutter Speed. They want another book where they get their permanent happy ending. 

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Frosty Fiction, Day 8: Samantha, Kody and Mesa

Kody stood in the main house, staring. “Uh, Mesa?”

“Yeah, baby?”

The room was filled with boxes and lights, garland and sparkles and... wow.

“Did the North Pole explode in here?”

His Alpha stood there, hands on his hips, glaring. “What? It’s Sammy’s first Christmas with us. I don’t want her disappointed.”

Kody snorted. Their mate wasn’t sad. Samantha loved it here, loved the clan.

Loved him and Mesa.

“Don’t you snort at me. It needs to be perfect.”

“You’ve got enough lights to signal space.”

“I might have a few too many.”

Sammy walked in the living room, whistling happily, before she stopped, blinking, and Kody winced, waiting for the explosion.

What he got was a happy laugh. “Are we all decorating together?”

“Yes!” Mesa, his big alpha Mesa, bounced. Bounced.

“Oh, how fun. I’ll get my iPod. There’s Christmas music.”

They’d lost their minds, both of them. They were wolves. Did wolves really even do Christmas? Kody chuckled. “Can I have a Yule log?”

“Baby, you can have a Yule tree if you want.”

“And hot chocolate, Kody-love. With booze.” Sammy bounced, and Kody’s eyes crossed at the boobage. So pretty. “Our first Christmas altogether!”

Their joy was infectious, and he found himself nodding. “I’m on it. Don’t start without me.”

“Start what?” Mesa popped his butt on the way by. “You’re right here.”

“Decorating. I was going to make drinks.”

“Oh!” Mesa came back to kiss him. “We’ll help.”

God, his mate was like a puppy. It was adorable.

Christmas music filled the air and he heard Sammy’s laughter. “Boys! Come on! Let’s play!”

Mesa kissed him one more time before whispering, “Don’t worry, baby. I got mistletoe, too.”

“You’re good to me.” He hummed, rubbed their noses together. “Mate.”

“Yeah. Finally. So it’s okay that I went a little nuts?”

“She brings it out in you.”

“You both do.” Mesa tugged him toward the kitchen where their girl was already heating milk for hot chocolate. This whole Christmas thing might just be fun.

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Frosty Fiction, Day 6: Bax and Jason

“Goddamn it, Mini! Are you trying to kill yourself?” Bax was about to boil over. Jason had been out there with an axe, trying to trim branches off their Christmas tree.

“No. If I was doin’ that, I’d be whacking at my legs and shit.” Jason’s eyes rolled, searching for him. “I didn’t hit an artery, did I?”

“No. No, but you were headin’ that way.” Bax took the axe, glad Mini didn’t make him wrestle for it.

“I was helping.” Oh, there was pouting involved now, full-on. Shit, marthy, that was cute as fuck.

Bax manfully fought the urge to kiss that lower lip where it stuck out. “How did you even find the axe, Mini?”

“It was in the toolshed.”

“So, what, you wandered around calling for it?"

“Nope. I wandered around feeling for it.” Jase just grinned like a monkey. “I moved the rakes.”

“Good to know. I ain’t blind, but I might just kill myself on them.”

“Don’t be pissy, Bax. This is the only way I’ll get to see the tree this year. Once the glass shit is on it, no one will want me touching it.”

Well, shit. He’d not thought of that. He had a bunch of stuff of his momma’s, and Brenda had sent a box for Jason...

“We could hang the glass stuff off the garland on the big wall. Do the tree up in stuff for you.”

Jason shrugged, cheeks pinking. “I don’t want to be no problem.”

“Why would it be a problem? This is our place, not your momma’s or mine.”

“It’d make things a little easier, to not have to worry about knocking into the tree.”

“Well, then, we’ll do that.” He forgot, sometimes, that Mini couldn’t see. Jase got around so much easier every day. It sucked, not to see the twinkly lights and pretty wrapping paper and all.

“Okay.” Jason sighed. “How ‘m I supposed to buy you a present, cowboy?”

“You think I need anything? Hell, tell Missy to take you to buy me new Wranglers.” He hooked an arm around Jason’s waist, hating that defeated fucking look, hating God and the job and the world with all his soul, for mucking up the man he loved. “You know my size. Intimately.”

“I know all about you.” That grin went all goofy and Andy knew he’d gone and done something good and that loosened up that acid in his heart. “Intimately.”

“There you go. All I want for Christmas I got.”

It wasn’t true. He wanted Jason’s sight back. Now, but both of them knew it, so neither of them said it.

Weren’t neither of them young enough to believe in Santa and shit. They just had to believe in each other.

That was enough.

 

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Frosty Fiction, Day 5: Sonny and MJ

“Why are we doing the blindfold, Precious?” Sonny asked, staggering down the fucking gangplank.

“We’re docking for Christmas, not playing hide the sausage.”

“No, I’m not in the sausage-hiding mode right now, but thanks for the offer.” MJ patted his ass. “Step down.”

“Down how far?” He’d damned near broken his ankle stepping off the boat, MJ having neglected to tell him they were at a plank, not a dock...

“There’s two steps. You and your weak fucking ankles...”

“I never had ankle problems until I hooked up with an eco-terrorist in North Carolina.”

“You have to watch out for them; they’re assholes. Trigger-happy, too.”

“I know. Blowing shit up.” Sonny nodded, stepping down carefully.

A set of keys was pressed into his hand, the blindfold removed. “You forgot Ding Dong stealing.”

“Well, I bought the Ding Dongs for you.” Sonny stared at the 1970 Plymouth Hemi-Cuda. Red with black racing stripes. Christ. The last time he’d seen one at auction it had been half this good and it had gone for a cool two million.

“Merry Christmas, Sunshine.” MJ’s fingers traced a circle in the small of his back.

“Holy shit, Precious.” MJ had bought him maybe fifteen muscle cars over the years, from Camaros to Chargers, but this was like the Holy Grail. “Uh, what do you want for Christmas this year?”

“Well, I figure the Mustang got me blowjobs...this is vastly better.”

“Oh, so no blowjob, huh?” He walked over to the car, running his hand over the shiny hood.

MJ leaned, all smiles and laughing eyes. “You like it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, Precious. I like it enough to let you do me in the backseat. Got lube?”

“I do. First, though, I want you to drive.”

Sonny grinned, the expression stretching his cheeks until they hurt. “Think they got enough road on this rock for me to get up to speed?”

“I do.” MJ came right up close. “I think that the local federales also have instructions to leave a certain redneck alone, too.”

“No shit?” Oh, now, that was the best Christmas present ever. Permission to speed. He bent and took that smiling mouth with his, the kiss going nuclear fast.

He was going to have to buy a case of Ding Dong flavored lube for his.

Either that or buy a boat for MJ to blow up.

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Frosty Fiction, Day 4: Lily and Marc

She looked at the EPT stick in her hand, shaking her head. 

They'd only been married three months. She was on the pill. They didn't need a baby.

A tiny voice at the back of her head whispered, "The last time Granny visited you she promised twins."

"Oh, shut up."

"Lady? Honey? Lily? You okay?" 

"Uh-huh." The tears started then, pouring down her cheeks and she fought the sobs, knowing that her lover, her soul mate, her lion would know, would just need the slightest clue to...

The bathroom door opened, Marc standing there, looking like he was storming a beach somewhere. "What is wrong? What is it? Are you sick? Are you?"

His eyes landed on the pregnancy test in her hand, the positive sign almost glowing. "Lily? Is it true?"

"Merry Christmas?"

His smile, even through her tears, let her know that yes, yes it was.

***

Babies!

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Much love, y'all.

BA

Flash Fiction featuring Mating Call

NEXT WEEK!

*grins*

To help celebrate the turkey day season, I've written a flash fic featuring Steph/Jordan/Shaw. :D Totally safe for work.

http://batortugaflashfiction.blogspot.com/2012/11/mating-call-thanksgiving.html

Much love, y'all.

BA