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I got a fucking Vaporizer and a new trampoline for Christmas. Feels so good, man.
Also reposting the hugficlet I wrote last night: You awaken to a sweet fragrance. Christmas morning, the other half of the bed is bare. Where did she go? Grogginess and obliviousness begins to clear from your mind as you become more fully awake. That smell… Slippers, check. Is that… singing? Comb, check. Pancakes! You walk out the bedroom door and follow the sweet smell to the kitchen, where, sure enough, she’s flipping flapjacks, too concentrated on her work to notice you. “Flipping these treats is such a cinch, keep your rhythm and don’t falter~” She sings the melody gracefully, energetically, and quietly, thinking you’re still sleeping. You wait and listen, impressed by her skill. Still unaware of you, she stops flipping and stirs more batter. You creep up silently, and slowly wrap your arms around her waist. “Ah!” She drops the wooden spoon in surprise. “Merry Christmas, love,” you whisper as you move to kiss her cheek. Before contact, however, she turns to face you and you meet her lips instead. She embraces your body and moans softly in delight of your kiss. As you break apart, you just smile dumbly at each other, speechlessly happy to just be with each other on this special day. |