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Preview: Two Elves
🕑 Added 2024-11-06 18:33:09 +0000 UTCToday, I'm (hopefully) going to be recording a bit of a Christmas romance between two troubled employees at a Christmas theme park. Right now, I'm waiting to see if the construction going on outside is going to quiet down first. So, in the meantime, I thought I'd share a preview!
All characters involved in sexual situations are adults, of course, and the title might yet change.
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Every day, I actually looked forward to going to work, so that I could see you.
We made our way around all of Winter Wonderland together, on breaks and closing shifts and slow summer weekdays. We stole moments together in the stables, in the lodge at the top of the ski slope, in the cars of the flying sleigh ride, and of course in every gingerbread cottage along that trail.
We hid gifts and messages for each other in a secret spot in the lower branches of one of the park’s giant Christmas trees. I had never been more excited to look under a Christmas tree in my life.
Sometimes we’d even go back to my apartment at the end of the night, to snuggle in front of a movie with hot chocolate and marshmallows, and then use a few of those gifts on each other, in ways that required more reliable privacy.
You turned out to be a more ravenous, more creative, more deranged lover than I ever would have believed out of a goody-goody stick-in-the-mud. Maybe I should have expected it for exactly that reason. All that thwarted personality had to find somewhere to go.
We both ended up taking turns wearing that old reindeer leash I brought home. And we both learned the hard way why you don’t mix cinnamon into whipped cream, if you’re planning to use it somewhere more sensitive than your mouth. You bought me one of those lingerie sets that open by tugging on a satin bow, like unwrapping a present. And the day after I let you unwrap me, you surprised me by jury-rigging a way of wrapping your own cock. There were big poofs of curling ribbon everywhere, and it ended up requiring the very, very careful use of some scissors for me to finally free you.
We learned so much about each other, so quickly at first, like there were certain details that just couldn’t wait to leak out and intermingle. I found out about your terror of mice, your addiction to fidget toys, and the fact that you sometimes went home from a day’s baking at the park to bake some more on your own terms.
I don’t care that you had to make them in a muffin tray, your pecan tarts were the best dessert I’ve ever had in my life. Well, the best food dessert.
During that beautiful year, I understood for the first time what people meant when they said they wished every day was Christmas. Our world of endless fairy lights and cookies and carols transformed from some twisted prison sentence, into the paradise it was supposed to be.
Every splash of color, every whiff of fragrance, every jingle of bells felt different. Magical.
My performance reviews got better. Mr. Stanbridge particularly noted my sharp increase in holiday spirit, and, ironically enough, in the wholesomeness of my attitude.
I can just picture the veins popping in his forehead, if he’d ever found out what you and I were doing, just out of view of the guests. But he never suspected. No one did.
We hid it from all of our coworkers, to avoid all those dating at work complications. You hid it from your mom. Couldn’t let her know that you were still seeing that horrible girl who owed her a window. And on my side… well, secrets were irrelevant on my side. There was no one to tell but the reindeer, and they’re very discreet.
If there had been anyone for me to talk to who was even one inch away from the situation, I’m sure they would have told me it was unsustainable.
Even from my vantage point, it was hard to miss.
I’m not a fool, I knew why you liked me. It wasn’t about being cute, or even pitiable. And it wasn’t just sex, but….
I was an escape. A safely hidden act of defiance.
You wanted me, because I was nothing anyone had ever picked for you. And because you were hoping I would maybe rub off on you a little.
