One Shots

A Creature Is Stirring I

Hello ! This is another entry for julietswildchild 's writing contest. This one, however, comes in two parts!

This first part is the one that's being entered into the competition. For their reference, it's 2,198 words. The second part I will be uploading soon as a second chapter, as it contains smut and is not at all apart of the competition. I just figured I'd get a little dirty with this one. Y'know. 'Tis the season or something like that.

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday (or lack thereof) season! x

 

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I watch Andy sleep, curled up to a pillow, dreaming peacefully. His hair had fallen into his face, so I gently push it back. I hold my breath as I do, trying not to wake him up. If he wakes up, this entire thing is off.

Quieter than I've ever been, I creep to the door of the bedroom. The TV is still on, halfway through "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer", though muffled enough that it will keep Andy asleep rather than wake him up. As I pass by the lit screen, he shifts. I freeze, holding my breath again as I watch his movements.

He's still asleep, merely having changed positions so he lay braced on his pillow. It's the position he falls into when he's dead tired or sick, when he's settling in for a long nap. I smile as I make my way back to the door and shut it softly behind me; he'll be knocked out for a while.

I make my way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Even after going into a food-induced coma for a couple hours in the afternoon, I'm still tired from the days' festivities and will require caffeine via coffee.

This year we'd decided to stay home, instead inviting his family to California. We'd thrown a Christmas dinner early in the afternoon, bringing together his and my immediate families. I'd managed to get everything right, with help from Andy of course, and the meal and gift exchanging had been truly special.

As I wait for my coffee to brew, I think about how much the day has meant to me. As two only children, the get together was small but it seemed better that way. Chris and Amy had gotten along really well with my parents. The parents even exchanged gifts, knowing that the gathering would be small but meaningful.

Chris and Amy gave me an old crate of records that Andy hadn't wanted when he'd moved to California. The crate's filled with a wild mix, including old punk records, a few easy listening artists that Amy likes, some fifties rock 'n' roll compilations, every KISS record ever made, and a ton of Disney records that Andy had apparently fallen asleep to as a small child. I'm endlessly grateful for the thoughtful gift and I'd told them so about a million times.

My parents gave me a pair of heels, but they're more special than they sound. My mom has a pair of patent leather platform heels that I've always loved, but they aren't my size. My parents managed to track down the manufacturer after twenty years and found a pair for me, and it was so special I'd cried.

The parents did well for Andy, also. His parents got him a Bengals jersey that he'd tried to buy before, but it had sold out before he could finish the online transaction. My parents gave him Frank Miller's rendition of "Batman", but they gave him the hard copy, full graphic novel series with bonus features and never-before-seen material. The gifts were a little cliche, but then again, Andy immensely enjoyed both of them the way I'd known he would.

The two of us had exchanged our own gifts at midnight. I'd given Andy a few non-fiction books I'd seen on his Amazon wishlist and a faux leather jacket that he'd checked out every time we'd walked by it in the mall. They weren't very romantic, but they were things I'd known Andy wanted. Besides, I always save his special gift. He'd been very grateful anyway, giving me plenty of kisses before telling me to open my own gift.