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Enjoy the story, babies. There will be more.
~~Cherie Noel
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Christmas
in Heaven
Josh quirked an eyebrow
at Simeon and with one corner of his mouth curling up loped across the floor
toward the naked little frost elemental. As he moved, his black, velvety wings
swayed behind him and his face took on definite demonic undertones. Just as
Josh reached Simeon, Ryan’s laughing tones interrupted his progress. “Josh, I
know being in this place gets you all kinds of randy… but we have an audience,
don’t forget. More importantly, Simeon is still a little shy, aren’t you
sweets?”
As he spoke, he glanced
over his shoulder at Simeon, lowering the wing on that side for a clearer view.
Simeon blushed brightly, both hands cupped over his privates. Josh chuckled,
reaching his side and wrapping one soft wing around him. “There, you go baby.
All covered up.”
He drew his wing away
after a moment, and Simeon found himself clad head to toe in shimmering blue
silk. The pants and tunic swirled and clung alternately to his slender form. The
heated look in Josh’s eyes told Simeon that the thin covering was even more
enticing than his naked flesh had been. Simeon swallowed hard. “I—oh, Josh, I
don’t know about this…” Simeon smoothed his small hand up and down the silky
covering now on clinging to his hips. “It’s so fancy. I—don’t you think I’m
more a cotton and denim kind of guy?”
Josh, Ryan,
and—surprisingly—Carl all answered in unison. “No.”
Simeon stared at all
three. They were mad, all of them. He was no pretty little dress up doll. He
was an ice elemental. Didn’t they realize that meant hard work, and cold and
loneliness rather than pretty fripperies?
“You are all completely
mad. Completely.” He stamped his foot to emphasize the extent of his displeasure,
and then flounced into the bedroom and threw himself dramatically onto the
fluffy white comforter of huge bed. Lying face down on the pristine surface,
Simeon contemplated how insane his life had become in the past few months. “As
if my life wasn’t bad enough when I was just sad and cold all the time, now I’m
still cold, and as soon as they get sick of me I’ll be lonelier than ever. I…”
His words trailed off
into gasps and shudders. Simeon bit down on his lips to keep from sobbing
aloud. They were going to leave, all of them. Even Carl hadn’t wanted him, and
Josh and Ryan were so much more—more everything than Carl could ever dream of
being. Why would they stick around? He should just leave, and get in touch with
the big guy’s son so he could get whatever hokeus-pokeus the charming
flibberty-gibbert had used on him. Yes, that’s what he’d do. Simeon sat up,
wiping his eyes with the palms of both hands. His face was a big, soggy mess,
snot and tears everywhere, and—ah, there. Next to the bed was a big box of
facial tissues in a silly rainbow and unicorn box. He cracked a tiny smile as
he reached for one of the tissues.
“You know you’ll have
to pay for that, right?” The sultry female voice surprised a shrill little
mouse-sized squeak out of Simeon.
He whirled around with
one hand clutched to his chest. “Wh-what? Who are you?”
A pretty, petite girl
with waist-length black hair and the brightest green eyes he’d ever seen sat on
a little wooden stool in the corner of his room. She smiled beguilingly at him,
showing off perfect little white teeth.
“You can call me Seph.
I’m… well, I shack up with the hottie in charge here. I’m Josh’s step-mum.” She
pulled a beautiful red pomegranate from her pocket and began merrily popping
juicy ruby tinted seeds into her mouth.
Simeon gaped at her.
“Seph—you’re Persephone? But you’re old! Why don’t you look old?”
Persephone giggled at
him. “Geez dude… you need to chill. Like my baby-cakes or my pushy momma would
let me get old… what are you thinking? Did you get dropped on your head a lot
as a little frost baby?”
Simeon put both hands
over his eyes. “This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t
happening.”
Persephone giggled
again. “Right. Ah, I’ll be back later. Let me know how that denial thing works
out for you… and remember, whatever you use, eat, or drink? You have to pay
for. So, just wait until I work my wiles on my hunka-burning love, and I’ll see
if I can get you a free pass, m’kay?” She waggled her sleek black eyebrows at
him and disappeared in a puff of rose and sunshine scented smoke.
Simeon sat slack jawed
for a moment. He rubbed his eyes twice, and then burst into helpless laughter.
“Well. That’s one what to get around, I guess.”
Suddenly exhausted,
Simeon crawled under the covers and curled up with his knees to his chest. He
closed his eyes, and sent a prayer winging heavenward. The poor thing banged
into the stone ceiling twice before it caught a clue and turned itself
insubstantial. Simeon cracked an eye open, tracked it’s progress for a moment and
then shook his head. There really was no telling if the prayer would make it to
the correct party. Born out of duress, the little prayer really wasn’t the
cleverest of its kind. Simeon shrugged, pulling the soft comforter up a bit
more and tucking it more closely to his body, he smiled. Ryan had scented the
bedding with the same summery scent that Simeon used when he did his laundry.
That was nice. Now if they could just figure out a way to actually all listen
to each other when they talked, even stuck here in Hell they could have a
heavenly Yule celebration.
awwwww this is cute. Can't wait for more! xox
ReplyDeleteThanks, Val. I'm plugging away at it. :)
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