And Maybe When He Dreams He'll Dreams of Me
Sighing, I realized, I’d been all over the place, probably not making sense, I wanted him to know that the holidays always excited me; but this is the first time I’d ever let anyone see that.
For as long as I could remember I’d loved Christmas, even when things were shit, and I wanted to tell the entire world to fuck off, there was just something about the holiday. Year after year, I’d wait up all night long for Santa, and even though he didn’t come, I still waited. That was until I discovered the truth.
And if I were to be honest, some Christmases, when I was finally alone, I’ve spent every Christmas alone, since my teens, every Christmas but one. And on that Christmas there was a miracle. Secretly, after that I would at times, if you looked, I’d sit for a while looking out the window looking for Santa. Fuck, if Vampires could exist, why couldn’t Santa?
This was my second Christmas to spend with someone. The thought that someone wanted to spend it with me, it was their choice, well it made me all tingly inside, okay maybe that was the horniness, but still.
Okay so there’s always been a softer side to Faith, fuck me, so I don’t show it, it’s still there, and I guess I just want Wes to know everything about me. To know everything so if he wants to leave he can just get the hell out before he breaks my heart.
Everyone always leaves, and I can’t help but expect he will too. But miracles happen during the holidays, or something. So I’m all hyper girl.
Sighing I slip out of bed.
“Sorry,” I offer apologetically. “I’m hyper slayer.” To make my point I jump up and down in place about five times and then stop.
Seductively peeling off my clothes, cause that’s what I do, I slowly crawl back under the crisp cool sheets. “This time, you’re right.” Damn did I say that out loud? It was out there.
Giving a half smile, I studied his tired face, licking my lips I continued, “Things can wait for … now,” lifting my hand, my index finger traced his dry lips.
For as long as I could remember I’d loved Christmas, even when things were shit, and I wanted to tell the entire world to fuck off, there was just something about the holiday. Year after year, I’d wait up all night long for Santa, and even though he didn’t come, I still waited. That was until I discovered the truth.
And if I were to be honest, some Christmases, when I was finally alone, I’ve spent every Christmas alone, since my teens, every Christmas but one. And on that Christmas there was a miracle. Secretly, after that I would at times, if you looked, I’d sit for a while looking out the window looking for Santa. Fuck, if Vampires could exist, why couldn’t Santa?
This was my second Christmas to spend with someone. The thought that someone wanted to spend it with me, it was their choice, well it made me all tingly inside, okay maybe that was the horniness, but still.
Okay so there’s always been a softer side to Faith, fuck me, so I don’t show it, it’s still there, and I guess I just want Wes to know everything about me. To know everything so if he wants to leave he can just get the hell out before he breaks my heart.
Everyone always leaves, and I can’t help but expect he will too. But miracles happen during the holidays, or something. So I’m all hyper girl.
Sighing I slip out of bed.
“Sorry,” I offer apologetically. “I’m hyper slayer.” To make my point I jump up and down in place about five times and then stop.
Seductively peeling off my clothes, cause that’s what I do, I slowly crawl back under the crisp cool sheets. “This time, you’re right.” Damn did I say that out loud? It was out there.
Giving a half smile, I studied his tired face, licking my lips I continued, “Things can wait for … now,” lifting my hand, my index finger traced his dry lips.