Twas the Night Before Christmas-(Ross)
Posted: 16 Dec 2017, 23:49
Sanctuary Apartment # 1201
Harper Rock, Ontario CANADA
Christmas Eve 2017
Harper Rock, Ontario CANADA
Christmas Eve 2017
The cool shadows of the room cast over two sedate and bare forms wrapped loosely in red linen. Barely any offering of moonlight made its way through the small spaces between the walls and the multi-layer insulated window treatments. The extensive means to which the absence of natural light was achieved were in fact typical of those who were considered night owls. Vampires to be specific. One fine example happened to stir first. Slower than usual the heavily inked right hand slid at a competitive snail’s pace to the pillow beneath Balthazar’s head. One by one the digits wearing art and random rings curled at the corner of the neck support and pulled it out to flip it over. Strands of dark hair licked at his face leaving the scent of Ross behind. One of the two made sense. The other was enough to have both of his eyes open with question.
The length was that which would be expected. Color certainly was not. Unless the woman had found a fast pass to coloring her blonde hair between their eyes closing in bed and the effects of daylight that she was just as vulnerable to as he was...something was off. He moved with increased effort to perch himself at the edge of the bed. His legs dropped down with a corner of the shared sheet left to hide the beast of burden lounging between his legs. A dual palm massage over his face could have been an obvious clue but he missed it. It was an unusual start for him. His body was worn down, tapped of energy he couldn’t remember using. His eyes glanced over his shoulder and discovered the form behind him still as stone. He had an answer for that. He turned over slowly and twisted at his tired hips and crawled over the empty space his body had rested on.
“Twas the Night before Christmas…” He whispered as his fingers curled up over the sheet slowly bunching up the length of king size fabric into his palm. Inch by inch the body he knew so well became the vision he had to blink several times to register. There were visible differences even in the darkness. His narration of the familiar story paused as he watched a swell of curves come to view that were not entirely Ross’. Her hair was darker and she gained a few pounds? He bobbed his head back and forth lightly while mulling over the possibilities. It could happen. Women were amazing creatures like that. He inched up confident that the woman sleeping was the possessor of the scent he routinely wore just as often as his own. Sleeping with one instead of many sort of made that happen. It was a perk he had grown rather fond of. “And all through this motherfucking apartment…” His verbal recounting of the tale continued as the crimson cotton was pulled back with the flair of Houdini himself. “A beast of a monster was stirring and…” He was on his knees feeling a bit weaker than he expected for what he had planned. “And..” His thoughts shifted from the sensual surprise to bewilderment at the features on the profile he was looking down at. In the minimal dark he found lines at the corners of her closed eyes, more framing the corners of her mouth where she was known to smile. He leaned down placing a hand on each side of who he had assumed to be Ross, the one who was curled up on her side. The hair color was the least of his concern as he quickly pushed off the mattress sending his body backward and scrambling to stand on his own two bare feet.
“Holy ****!” His exhaled the words as he stumbled around to the other side of the bed. His joints stiffly complied while bent over and cocked his head to the side to see what there was to see. His eyes widened at what resembled Ross...sort of. Like maybe a few decades later and ...no. Hell No! Just what the **** was he thinking?! He felt his chest tighten up as he rubbed his hand across the surface. This was their apartment. This was the woman’s bed. Who the **** was in it?! And where the hell was Ross?
He raised his arms so that his fingers could weave into a hold behind his head. Back and forth he paced waiting for everything as he expected it, as he knew it to be, to go back to normal. Each pass from wall to wall he counted. Twenty laps later it was not working. The woman in his bed was not moving. It was as if she was where she belonged. But she wasn’t. If Ross came back she would kill him. Well, not exactly like that. Knowing Ross first she would kill the sleeping older beauty then kill him. Just as he realized he had nothing on he heard the sounds of skin sliding over the sheets. It sounded so much like her. But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Or could it?
“Hey, this is awkward as all hell.” He spoke in an attempt to clear up the confusion. Even if he sensed her there, pretty much tasted her on his lips, in the air as he spoke...he wasn’t able to explain what his eyes were revealing to him. “I don’t know what the **** happened but…” He ignored the cool air that slithered around his bare body and all the well endowed dangling parts. His finger flicked roughly at the wall switch so that the lights went on and the room was shocked with enough bright light to have him squinting. “Mind explaining this to me?” He wanted to add before Ross got back but somehow that didn’t seem the right thing to say.
The length was that which would be expected. Color certainly was not. Unless the woman had found a fast pass to coloring her blonde hair between their eyes closing in bed and the effects of daylight that she was just as vulnerable to as he was...something was off. He moved with increased effort to perch himself at the edge of the bed. His legs dropped down with a corner of the shared sheet left to hide the beast of burden lounging between his legs. A dual palm massage over his face could have been an obvious clue but he missed it. It was an unusual start for him. His body was worn down, tapped of energy he couldn’t remember using. His eyes glanced over his shoulder and discovered the form behind him still as stone. He had an answer for that. He turned over slowly and twisted at his tired hips and crawled over the empty space his body had rested on.
“Twas the Night before Christmas…” He whispered as his fingers curled up over the sheet slowly bunching up the length of king size fabric into his palm. Inch by inch the body he knew so well became the vision he had to blink several times to register. There were visible differences even in the darkness. His narration of the familiar story paused as he watched a swell of curves come to view that were not entirely Ross’. Her hair was darker and she gained a few pounds? He bobbed his head back and forth lightly while mulling over the possibilities. It could happen. Women were amazing creatures like that. He inched up confident that the woman sleeping was the possessor of the scent he routinely wore just as often as his own. Sleeping with one instead of many sort of made that happen. It was a perk he had grown rather fond of. “And all through this motherfucking apartment…” His verbal recounting of the tale continued as the crimson cotton was pulled back with the flair of Houdini himself. “A beast of a monster was stirring and…” He was on his knees feeling a bit weaker than he expected for what he had planned. “And..” His thoughts shifted from the sensual surprise to bewilderment at the features on the profile he was looking down at. In the minimal dark he found lines at the corners of her closed eyes, more framing the corners of her mouth where she was known to smile. He leaned down placing a hand on each side of who he had assumed to be Ross, the one who was curled up on her side. The hair color was the least of his concern as he quickly pushed off the mattress sending his body backward and scrambling to stand on his own two bare feet.
“Holy ****!” His exhaled the words as he stumbled around to the other side of the bed. His joints stiffly complied while bent over and cocked his head to the side to see what there was to see. His eyes widened at what resembled Ross...sort of. Like maybe a few decades later and ...no. Hell No! Just what the **** was he thinking?! He felt his chest tighten up as he rubbed his hand across the surface. This was their apartment. This was the woman’s bed. Who the **** was in it?! And where the hell was Ross?
He raised his arms so that his fingers could weave into a hold behind his head. Back and forth he paced waiting for everything as he expected it, as he knew it to be, to go back to normal. Each pass from wall to wall he counted. Twenty laps later it was not working. The woman in his bed was not moving. It was as if she was where she belonged. But she wasn’t. If Ross came back she would kill him. Well, not exactly like that. Knowing Ross first she would kill the sleeping older beauty then kill him. Just as he realized he had nothing on he heard the sounds of skin sliding over the sheets. It sounded so much like her. But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Or could it?
“Hey, this is awkward as all hell.” He spoke in an attempt to clear up the confusion. Even if he sensed her there, pretty much tasted her on his lips, in the air as he spoke...he wasn’t able to explain what his eyes were revealing to him. “I don’t know what the **** happened but…” He ignored the cool air that slithered around his bare body and all the well endowed dangling parts. His finger flicked roughly at the wall switch so that the lights went on and the room was shocked with enough bright light to have him squinting. “Mind explaining this to me?” He wanted to add before Ross got back but somehow that didn’t seem the right thing to say.