EroticReverie

Abigail

We were engaged. Just like that. I hadn't expected this when coming home for winter vacation. But here we were, naked with sweat, our bodies sticky from making love to one another for the past hour and with my hand on his chest, I picture a small ring on my finger, something simple, understated, something that says I'm his. 

"What about school?" I ask quietly after we lay there in comfortable silence for awhile.

His hand slips up and down my back idly. 

"What about it?" he asks. 

"I can't quit." I say. 

His hand stops. "Why on earth do you think I want you to quit college?" 

"We're engaged now...don't you want to be near me?" I ask, lifting my head up and looking at him. 

"Of course I do...but we can manage the long distance while you're in school. I don't care how far away you are...you're mine." he says and I give a soft smile. 

"do you really want to marry me?" I ask and his brows pinch. 

"I just mean...maybe-"

"Don't...don't say whatever you're going to say...Yes. I want to marry you. Infact it's all I want. 

"I want kids." I say. 

His brows lift. 

"Alright." he says easily. 

"You want to do the kid thing all over?" I ask. 

"If it's with you...yes. I do." he says and I chew my lip. 

I loved that I was asking him questions that would freak out any other guy, but he didn't even flinch, didn't have to think about his answers or dodge the questions. He was sure, as sure as I was that he wanted the things I did. 

"How many kids we talkin?" He cocks a brow. "eight to twelve?" 

I laugh and shake my head. "God no." 

I shrug though and think. 

"A couple." I say. 

He nods. "Alright." 

I push up a little more and bring my mouth to his and kiss him. 

"I love you." I say quietly against his lips and feel him smile. 

"I love you more." he says and I shake my head, and he nods his as we smile, kissing one another....then he rolls me onto my back, and makes love to me again.

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After a much needed shower, we finally decorate the tree, and then we go outside to hang the lights out there too. 

"It's freezing, we dont have to do this" I say shiver, bundled up as he stands on the later. 

"Yes we do...it's our first christmas together..you're getting god damn lights." he says slightly turning his head and I just smile at his back. 

Each time he comes down to move the ladder over he takes a break to kiss me, and kiss me, and kiss me. 

"Finish the lights" I whimper into his mouth and he chuckles when I grow impatient, wanting to make out with him inside where it's warm, and where we can shed our clothes again. 

My parents call while he's finishing up, asking where I am, my mom guilting me for the fact I've been home and am only visiting friends and not them. She doesn't know I'm with Brant, and I wonder how I'm going to drop that bombshell on her and my father. I don't think they're going to be supportive. And to be honest, I wouldn't be mad if they didn't. I understood why they might have reservations when it comes time to tell them. But I loved Brant, it was important to me that they did too, and that they didn't scare him off. Then did I tell them before hand? Bring Brant to christmas dinner and just yell SURPRISE!, or did I want until after Christmas?  He also still had to tell Brett, and still deal with more of Cecilia. 

I talk to her on the phone as I follow Brant inside and he pulls off his jacket, taking off his hat and then walking to the coffee pot. I loved watching him, distracted from the conversation on the phone, as I watch him just do simple things, obsessed with ever single action. Knowing I get to watch him do simple little things for the rest of my life. 

My mother snaps me out of my daydream and I tell her I'll be home later to see her, then we hang up and I set the phone down on the table and unzip my jacket. 

Brant is leaning against the counter, holding his coffee in one hand, his other on the counter top. 

"Your mom?" he asks and I nod, and I walk over to him. 

I smile at the scent of his coffee, and then push up on my tip toes to kiss him, he smiles as I come in for it, and then presses his mouth to mine. 

"You know....I only started drinking coffee because it reminded me of you." I say.

He smiles. "Oh yeah?" 

I nod and then kiss his mouth again.

"Tastes like your mouth." I say. 

"I missed you....and missed your mouth...and kissing you." I say and he lowers the coffee setting it down. 

"I missed you too." he says and I lift my arm around his neck , and then the other as I look at him smiling. 

"If you ever hurt me again, I'll kill you Brant Jacobs." I say. 

He smiles. "Never again." he says and kisses me. 

"I wish the real world didn't exist." I say wanting to pout. 

He just looks at me. 

"I just want to stay here in this house with you...kiss your coffee flavored mouth, and have your kids and be your wife." I tell him. He groans and smiles. 

"That sounds amazing." he says. I nod and kiss him again. 

"When should I tell my parents?" I ask him and he lets out a slow sigh. 

"I don't know." he says and then lifts a hand, and strokes my hair. 

"But whenever you want to, you let me know. Let me know if you want me to be there with you. If you want to wait to tell them, or tell them right now. Doesn't matter to me. However you want to do it. " he says and I sigh and then put my head to his chest. 

"they won't like it." I say. 

"You're right. They won't." he says and then strokes my hair still. 

"But we're in this Abigail....the quicker we get the hard parts over with, the better, but I won't rush you to tell them if you don't want to." he says. 

"I think you're right....about the quicker the better." I say and then pull back. 

"How do you feel about going with me to their house tonight?" I ask. 

I watch him swallow. "whatever you want babe" 

"You need to be comfortable too. Or...maybe I tell them tonight....and you come with my on Christmas to meet them...and maybe we don't tell them we're engaged. Just that ..we're together." I say and he nods. 

"I think maybe baby steps is the way to go. That's a good idea." he says and then kisses me. 

"And I'll tell Brett tonight, when you're at your parents." he says and I release a large breath. 

"Are we bad people?" I ask him and he frowns slightly. 

"I don't think we are." he says.

We stand in the kitchen after that, making out, not taking it any further than heavy petting and intense passionate kissing.  We then sit in the small living room and stare at the tree, as we sit in the dim room with the regular lights off, and just the tree lights on as it starts to get dark outside. 

Cuddled up to him, in his arms, he rubs my arm as we just sit there in with his record player spinning christmas song on a low volume. 

"What do you want for Christmas?" I ask him. 

"I already have it." he says. 

I smile. "Me too."