That First Christmas
"Before you, imp," he growled, rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of him, and pinching her butt, "my life was pure serenity, pure peace and..."
"Boring?" she suggested with just a hint of sass.
"Yes, utterly boring," he chuckled, rolling onto his other side tucking Spencer into the cradle of his arms. He looked into her eyes, then kissed her eyelids, brushed his lips down her nose and sucked her lower lip into his mouth.
"Now, it is one wild night after another with no rest at all. Your appetite for my body is insatiable," he murmured as his hand moved to her breast, kneading it gently and teasing the nipple. "You feed me gourmet meals - filling me with food and the love you put in to making it for me," he said softly. His mouth replaced his hand and his hand moved to her belly, stroking the silky flesh around her navel as he continued to enumerate some of the reasons why he loved her.
When his tongue dipped into her, Spencer felt the sensations take control of her limbs and her breathing. Her hips arched toward him as his mouth took her over the edge. "You make life worth living and exciting," he whispered to her as he moved over her body, his hands cupping her butt, lifting her... entering her... thrusting. "I had no idea how boring and lonely my life was until you came in and filled it." He poured into her with a deep growl, their bodies shuddering in climax, his mouth covering hers, swallowing her purrs of release.
Afterward, he held her close to him, kissing her face, stroking her back. Finally, he cupped her chin. "You, I love."
The next evening he insisted they enjoy a glass of wine with dinner. She wasn't used to drinking wine... drank too much... the alcohol taking control of her actions.
Spencer soared off a precipice - the shudders streaking over her belly and breasts, down her spine and through her thighs. Her toes tingled, the sensation ricocheting through her body down to her sex when he moved between her thighs, his mouth loving her. At last, she floated on the clouds of her pleasure, the last remaining shudders rocking her gently.
JC moved up to cradle her. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips slightly parted, her breath shaky and the sweet, soft purrs of pleasure coming from the back of her throat made him smile. They had just celebrated the fourth month of their marriage and she was still utterly delicious post coitus and he wanted to watch her face when she opened her eyes.
"I love the way you spread your legs for me," he murmured, kissing the corners of her mouth. "I love the way you let me love you any way I want."
"It's 'cause you're so beautiful," she hiccuped, still a little tipsy from too much wine. "You're a beautiful sailor and I can't resist your loving. You'll have to do it again some time." She blinked a few times until her eyes focused on his face. "You'll do it again some time?"
"I promise," he smiled. "What shall we do now?"
"My turn to love you," she declared, pushing away from his chest and sitting up. "You have too many clothes on, sailor man. Got to take them off." She pulled at his pants making him laugh.
"Wait till I unbuckle my belt, imp."
"Not necessary," she insisted, yanking his zipper down and reaching for his erect member. It was straining against his boxers and it sprang forward when she freed it. "Mine!"
JC laughed. Spencer rarely drank wine but when she did, it went straight to her head. He loved the way she acted when she was tipsy. "Easy, baby. Be gentle," he said softly, as he lay back and put his hands behind his neck, watching her.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to take me in your mouth and..."
"Lick your yummy stick," she finished. "And maybe, lick here, too," she fondled his balls, squeezing them together and making him growl with pleasure. "That okay with the sailor?"
"Very okay, baby," he groaned, rubbing her shoulders, his penis hard and leaking and desperate to be in her warm wet mouth.
He groaned - growled low - urged her to hurry - demanded more - and finally, begged for release.
She laughed, delighted.
He moaned, threatened a hard spanking, and begged again.
"I love the way you love me – with your hands and mouth," he whispered, his hands on her bottom, kneading her flesh, thinking about spanking her sweetly... loving her again.
"Have I told you how much I love you, JC?"
"Tell me again."
A few days later, he asked if she wanted to pick out a Christmas tree.
"A real tree?"
"Yes, imp," he chuckled. "A real tree."
"Never had a tree, JC. Don't know how to keep it alive."
"I do, sweetheart. Come on," he urged. "Bundle up. We're going to pick out a nice one and I'll cut it down and bring it into the living room."
"Where are we going to look for it?" she asked as she added another sweater to the one she was wearing, laced her boots and grabbed her heavy pea coat. There was only an inch or two of snow on the ground, but she knew it could be much deeper in Virginia's woods.
They drove as far into the woods as they could, leaving his vehicle on the edge of the trail while they plodded through the snow. They both wanted a full branched tree - JC looking for a ten footer - Spencer for one half that size. They compromised. The one they choose was just over seven feet tall and both were pleased at its beauty.
"Seems a shame to cut down a beautiful evergreen," she sighed. "It took a long time to grow."
"Ever have a real Christmas tree when you were a little girl?" he asked softly, his arms around her as they looked at the tree.
"Then this is the tree you should have had, sweetheart."
When he brought it into the house, he set it in the tree stand he had brought up from the basement. Spencer spread a festive red flannel throw on the floor, promising him she'd make a pretty quilted tree skirt for next year's tree.
"Do you have a lot of ornaments, JC?"
"A few, sweetheart. How about you?"
"I don't have any ornaments, but I do have some things I'd like to hang on the branches."
"It's our first Christmas together and our first tree," he picked her up to lean against his chest. We'll hang anything you want," he promised, kissing her. "And we'll start shopping for new things this afternoon. You up for a trip to the crowded mall and a shopping excursion tomorrow?"
"Just you and me?"
"Yes," he smiled.
"Will you take me to that seafood restaurant we visited last month?"
"The one where you ate all my shrimp and scallops?" he teased, "And drank a lot of wine...?"
"I left the lobster for you, JC," she said, rolling her eyes. "And you're the one who kept refilling my glass. How come you didn't have as much as I did?"
"One of us had to stay sober, baby," he suckled her throat. "Had to drive us home - you couldn't - you were passed out like a light."
"I wasn't!" she denied.
"You were," he chuckled. "Had to carry you into the house and put you to bed."
"Will you do that again if I fall asleep?" she asked, nibbling on his chin.
"With pleasure," he said huskily.
JC thought going shopping with Spencer was like trying to keep up with the Energizer Bunny. He teased her, telling her the way she led them in and out and around the crowds should be part of the Navy's course on evasive maneuvers. She knew what she wanted to get and set out to find those items. He thoroughly enjoyed her pleasure as she threw herself into the holiday festivities.
They couldn't decide what to get for his good friend, Michael. "I already have something for the jarhead," he said.
"I do, too, but I want to give him something from both of us."
"Nothing too serious, baby. If it's a serious item, he'll bawl like a baby and embarrass me."
"Oh you!" she punched his arm, making him laugh.
"I know!" she laughed. "How about we call 1-800-Flowers and send him a bouquet of flowers every month for a year? It'll be Christmas all year for him."
"Send flowers to a Marine? The biggest, meanest, jarhead in the Corps?" He laughed, hugging her. "Do it! He'll have fits over it!"
They spent a great deal of time picking out a few ornaments. They didn't want too many - hoping to add to their collection each Christmas. They looked at stars for the top of the tree but when they narrowed it down to two different ones, Spencer was suddenly quiet as she turned them over in her hand.
"Baby?" JC cupped her chin.
"I don't want one," she said quietly, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"Let's go home," he said gently. "We've done enough for one day."
She was quiet on the way home, looking out the window, her hands in her lap. JC wondered what had caused her mood swing. It wasn't like his imp to be silent. She usually chattered about their outing, no matter what it was. It definitely had something to do with the star, he thought. He put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to his side.
"Penny for your thoughts, gattina puss?"
"Not thinking," she said softly.
"Do you love me?
"You know I do," she replied, looking up at him.
"People who love each other share their thoughts," he said simply, dropping a kiss on top of her head.
"People who love each other don't share every thought, JC. I'm sharing as much as I can."
He nodded. He'd wait till they were home and in bed and ask her again.
He made hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and held her on his lap as they sipped it. Spencer snuggled against his chest, still quiet but content to be in his arms.
"Love me?" she asked softly. "With all my heart, bambina," he murmured, "and then some." Tilting her face up, he kissed her tenderly, then held her close to his chest. Spencer had never asked him if he loved her. She often told him she loved him, but had never asked if he loved her, before tonight. He constantly told her he loved her and he knew she felt loved. It was a conundrum and it worried him. The Christmas star. Something about that Christmas star.
As quietly as possible, she slipped out of bed and went into the room JC had remodeled to be used as her sewing studio. Everything was still in piles and baskets and boxes, all helter-skelter and waiting to be sorted and stored in its place. She hoped to have the new studio fully organized in a few days; now, she'd have to hunt for what she needed.
I know it's here, somewhere. I remember packing that box with... A dull rattling noise startled her, immediately followed by the feel of fur around her ankles. Mo, the cat, had been sleeping on a pile of fabric and jumped down to waddle over to his mistress when she came into the room. In the process, he turned over a box of thread. Spools and spools of thread tumbled onto the floor and rolled in every direction. The cat was torn between its desire to chase them and his desire to be held and adored.
"Did I wake you, puss?" Spencer cooed to the thoroughly spoiled feline. "I didn't mean to. Do you need some loving?" She sat on a large throw pillow on the floor and held him on her chest, talking softly to him, scratching behind his ears as he butted his head under her chin, purring loudly.
"I'm playing second fiddle to a cat?" JC shook his head. He leaned on the doorjamb with his arms crossed over his bare chest and sighed.
Spencer laughed softly. "Hear that, Mo? The sailor man has finally learned where he stands in this house." The cat purred even louder; he knew he came first with Spencer.
JC chuckled and stepped over to her, settling himself behind her and lifting her and the cat to his lap. "Missed you," he murmured, his hands around her waist and his lips on her neck. "Need you. Come back to bed."
She shifted the cat in her arms and put a hand on JC's cheek. "Did I wake you, squidlet?"
"Woke up... my arms were empty. Couldn't sleep without you," he said softly, turning his head to kiss her palm. "What are you doing up in the middle of the night?"
"Thought of something I needed," she said. "Came looking for it."
"Did you find it?"
"No, the cat distracted me. I'll look for it later."
"What is it? Maybe, I've seen it."
"I don't think so," she said evasively. He didn't push her but had a feeling it had something to do with the Christmas star. "Ready to go back to bed?"
She nodded and he lifted her in his arms. Mo jumped down before he was squished between them.
"You don't have to carry me, JC," she protested.
"Yes, I do."