Edging by the Fire (Audio Script)

Stories

“Okayyy, one hot chocolate with whipped cream…And one hot chocolate with whipped cream, marshmallows…And… an extra dusting of cinnamon.”

“You know me so well.”

You settle down next to me on the couch and take a sip of your hot chocolate.

“Ahhh…perfect.”

“What?”

“You’ve got a whipped cream mustache!”

“Is that right…?”

I lick the cream off my lips with my tongue as you wipe it off your upper lip with a napkin.

You make the best hot chocolates.

I’ve tried making it exactly as you tell me, but it’s never as good as when you make it.

The log fire spits and crackles, and you drag the comforter over us both, draping your arm around the back of the couch.

You pull me into your side, and I snuggle up with you, and you place a single kiss on the top of my head.

Mmm…

This is exactly what I need…

“Glad we canceled going to your friend’s party?”

“Mmm, absolutely.”

“Yeah, you know my social clock times out after like, ten minutes at one of those things.”

“The older I get, the more I’m like that too.”

“We’ll just be little hermits together, hm?”

Don’t get me wrong, Finn’s dinner parties are fun.

The food’s amazing, and it’s nice to see familiar faces outside of work.

But I’m not exactly in the mood for charades and Finn’s insisting we gather around his mini grand piano for at least one oldie-but-goodie song.

“Marshmallow?”

“Mm, please…”

You take one of the mini marshmallows nestled in the cream on my hot chocolate.

It’s got a light dusting of cocoa and cinnamon, and you bring it to my lips.

“Mmm, that’s good…”

You’re the type who needs at least three business days of rest after a social gathering.

Aaaand it doesn’t help that it’s really starting to snow outside.

Judging by how heavy it is, if we’d gone to the party, we’d have been snowed in.

And I am not prepared for overnight piano singing to keep up morale.

I take a spoonful of the whipped cream, you always leave me a little spoon in the mug, and savour the taste on my tongue.

This, and snuggled up with you by the log fire, watching the snow…

It’s…It’s perfect.

“It’s a good thing we canceled.

It looks like we might get snowed in.

”

“It does, doesn’t it? Lucky for you… I got us all stocked for the New Year.

”

“Did you?”

“And yes, before you ask, I got the log rolls, more hot chocolate, and the chicken’s in the freezer.”

“I love you.”

“Can’t say I don’t look after you.”

I pull the comforter up to my chest, wrapping the sides around us while you take a sip of your hot chocolate.

I set mine down on the coffee table.

“Ahhh”

“You okay?”

I roll my shoulder, trying to work the tension out of the muscle.

It’s not helping.

“Yeah, I just…tweaked my shoulder.

I think I slept on it wrong.

It’s been playing up all day.

”

You put your hot chocolate next to mine and sit up on the couch, opening up your legs and patting the space between.

“Right. Come on. Step into my office.

”

You wrap your arms around my waist and pull me between your legs.

“There...”

Your chest is solid against my back, and I curl my knees up, sinking into your warmth.

I love it when you’re like this, all snuggly and affectionate.

“You’re so soft…”

“Mmm…

I could stay like this all night…

”

“Fine by me…”

You brush your hands over my shoulders as you place slow, sweet kisses on my cheeks.

Tucking your fingers under my hair and starting to massage.

“Mmm…”

“Wow, you’ve really got some tension up here.”

“Urgh…tell me about it.

The post-Christmas crash…New Year…

Sooo many work emails..”

“Well…Everything’s done…and you’re off work for two weeks…

So no more stress, okay?

I’ve got you…

”

“But emails ”

“Ah - You’ve done enough.

No more workaholic, you’re on holiday now.

Let me take care of the rest, okay?

”

“Okay…Mmm, right there, feel that knot?

”

“Yeah, I got it…”

I purse my lips, squeezing your thigh as you work your thumb deeper over the knot in my back.

Yes, it hurts…but it hurts so good that I find myself leaning more into your touch.

“I know, I know…There, it’s letting go…

”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Already, I feel the tightness ease and relief coursing through my body.

I relax back against your chest, letting my head fall back into the crook of your shoulder.

“Mmm…”

“Better?”

“Better...”

Your cheek brushes against mine, and your eyes darken slightly, flickering down to my lips.

You wrap your arms around my front, cupping my jaw as I melt back into you.

Being like this, with you…

I take this over any night at a dinner party, where we both want to leave the moment the small talk starts.

Even after all this time together, I’ve never gotten over how soft your lips are against mine.

And how you put everything into every kiss.

I’ve never once felt like anything but you’re number one.

Your priority, in every way.

Heat rushes up my body from my toes, and I reach back, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

Your tongue gradually exploring my mouth, dancing sensuously against mine.

I take your hands in mine and slip them under my t-shirt, up my stomach, and over the swell of my breasts.

I push them into your palms, feeling the friction as your hips flex against my ass.

Your lips trace over the shell of my ear, and you lightly nip the lobe between your teeth.

You a little tense here, too?

“Yeah…”

You kiss the spot just below my ear that sends my nerves all tingly.

Brushing your thumbs over my chest and giving them a little pinch.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...”

I feel the tip of your nose gliding down my neck to the crook, my teeth grazing against my lower lip as you brush soft, light kisses along my shoulder.

Your hands wander, and I let them, brushing my hands over your grey sweatpant-covered thighs.

My hips buck slightly as you drag your thumb over my chest and massage my breast.

I grind my ass back into you, and I can feel you starting to get hard as you flex your hips back against me.

mmm, that’s good…

Your fingers trail down my stomach and slip under the waistband of my plaid, PJ bottoms, under my underwear…

“Hmmm…That’s it. I’ve got you…