Right Now **EDITING**

The Christmas of Firsts

Virginie's Point Of View

December 14th

I wake up peacefully next to an asleep Harold next to me.  Once again our bodies are apart, but our hands touch.  We can't seem to wake up in each other's arms.  I always have to get away from his embrace because he is too hot and it gets me all sweaty.  But now that I'm awake, I want as much contact with him as I can.  I don't care if he is asleep.  I'm awake so so must he.  I giggle silently and get closer to his body.  I press my lips from his neck, to his cheek, to end up my body completely on him, my lips to his.  He smiles against my lips and hugs my waist tighter on him.  My hands slide from his cheeks to tangle my finger through his locks, the butterflies in my stomach awakening at the same time as him.

"Well, good morning to you too!"  He giggles against my mouth.

"I love you!  And good morning!"  I respond with the happiest grin on my face.

"Somebody clearly enjoyed her night last night..."  He jokes at me patting my bum like a baby.

"I don't know what you drank, but please do that again!"  I rest my weight on my arm hovering over his face playfully.

"Drinking?" He frowns at me.

"No!  I mean the sex..."  I whisper.

"No need to whisper love, they can't hear us."  He smirks, his lips reaching for mine for a quick peck.

"I sure hope they can't because you were loud last night."  I say, biting my lip hard, turning me on again.

"You asked me to."

"I asked you to not hold back."

"And I didn't."

"And it was incredible."

"Merry Christmas Sweetheart!"

"Merry Christmas Harold!"

After a burning hot make out session in bed as I took advantage of Harry's cuddly side this morning and his hunger for intimate physical activities,  we continued from what was supposed to be a sweet and innocent time to clean each other to what became steamy shower sex.  God I love him!  And I love this new side of him.  He is free, he feels free.  He does what he wants and I couldn't be happier and satisfied that what he wants is me.

We dry ourselves and I walk into the closet.  I look over to his side and pick myself his black Ramones T-Shirt with one pair of black tight pants on my side before walking out.  I put the clothes on the bed as Harry makes his way into the closet.  I take off my towel and walk back to the bathroom to hang it to dry.  I put on my underwear and walk back to the bed.  

"What are you doing?!"  I ask him as he puts the Ramones shirt on.  I pout at him.  "I wanted to wear it..."

"I know, that's why I'm wearing it.  I took something out for you."  He says taking the black silk camisole and the ivory cardigan from Yves Saint Laurent on the bed in his hands.  I put it on and he smiles brightly at me.  My heart melts.  "No make up on, glowing from the aftermath of my love for you, you have no idea how beautiful you look."

"Well, thank you.  I love your metaphor, but I still get satisfied with simpler clothes...  Like yours!"  I get to the tip of my toes and peck his lips.  "But damn you look hot babe!"

I wink and leave the room as he pats my bum and follows me out.  From the top of the stairs, I hear Michael Bublé playing in the kitchen as it smells just ravishing.  We both follow the smell and it leads us to Anne and Robin beautifully cooking together and having fun.  They seem so happy, I really don't want to disturb them.