MS. Scrooge (Girlxintersex) A short Christmas Romance

Chapter 10

Season 1 Episode 10

Aya POV

The living room was overflowing with decorations that had been piled in the attic for 11 months. It was that time of year when they could finally see the light of day and shine as the beautiful creatures that they are.

As I took up light, which was coiled like a cob web, I choked as dust entered my lungs.

"Darius, perhaps you can untwist these?" I pushed the Christmas light bundle, but when I discovered she hadn't taken them, I checked to find that the place on the couch was empty.

"Where has she gone?" I enquired of no one in particular.

"Well, maybe if you weren't so caught up in yourself, you would've seen she left."

"Give me a fucking break, Athen." I moaned, rising up and walking up the empty room, but as I peered out the window, I saw her resting against the side of the house, smoke billowing from her mouth like a chimney.

I stepped outside to meet her. She leaned against the wall. My pupils dilated as I inhaled the aroma of marijuana.

"Are you using drugs here, it's illegal, and my parents are here?" I wasn't surprised to find her holding a glass with alcohol.

"Can't you get into the holiday spirit without being drunk and high?"

"Leave me alone, lady. I was on a business call at the time."

I sighed, "My family won't approve—"

"Tell Athen that."

"What?!" I inquired, my voice startled.

"She took a small puff, no big deal. You should as well. With you being so haughty and everything." Through the heavy veil of smoke, her eyes looked at me. She handed me the marijuana. I fixed my gaze on it. I mean, I always wanted to try it but never did.

"No, thank you. You act like a hippy in college."

"I'll have you know; I'm old enough to be your mommy and daddy," she laughed.

"You wish," I grumbled.

With a groan, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her driver's license, which I gazed at her birthdate.

"You're 51?!" In disbelief, I inquired. She doesn't look her age. She doesn't even appear to be 30.

"Liar"

"Well, the driver's license pretty well said it all." She grumbled as she took a brief drink of her whiskey, her face grimacing at the pungent flavor.

"Let me get this straight: you're 51 years old and don't have a wife or even a child."

She smiled and nodded. "You wanna give me a baby, butterfly?" she said as her hand extended out and touched my tummy.

I reddened, but smacked her away immediately.

"Just a heads up, taking my cock won't be simple. But I can make some modifications for you, butterfly."

"I'm guessing you're dead down there." I Snarled.

She raised an eyebrow before tossing the rest of the joint onto the snow. The flame faded gradually. She glides my hands down to her crotch.

I exclaimed as I felt the firmness of her shaft. It was as hard as a brick. My fingers were not afraid to squeeze it, in which felt thick and long.

"Does that appear to you to be dead, butterfly?" She gave me a sly smile, but when I realized what I was doing, I snatched my hand away with a sneer.

"Let's go." I was ready to walk away when she pulled me back. She pressed me against the wall, and her breath hit my nose. Her breath smelled strongly of alcohol and smoke, which strangely worked rather well together.