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Summary: Doug & Carol spend Christmas together.
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The show ER, and all characters and situations borrowed from it, are property of
Constant-C, NBC, Warner Brothers, etc. This fanfiction is for entertainment only, and no
money is made from it. The story contains graphic scenes and words which may offend some
readers, and as such, it is not appropriate for children under 18. This story is not to be
archived or distributed without the permission of the author.
Stories in the series can be found in chronological
order at:
http://members.tripod.com/~maraldo/jordan.html
http://www.oocities.org/TelevisionCity/Studio/5437/
and at:
http://www.jsentertainment.com/gilbert/terffa/
Covenant
Free Falling
Vivisection
Keepsakes
In the Steam
Through the Night
Cornerstone
Caretaker
To CH
The Empty Space
Tenderhearted
Intoxicated
The Present
Summit
This story takes place around "Do You See What I See?"
The Empty Space
by Jordan
jturner@juno.com
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Come and live with me
We'll have children of our own
I would love you more than life
If you'd come and be my wife
- Sting
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Doug walked out of the hospital on Christmas Day into the lightly falling snow. He smiled
to himself. The snow made things look pretty, even in the city. When he was a kid in
Kentucky, they'd rarely had a white Christmas. His mother tried to make up for it, though,
by shaving the frost off the inside of the freezer and, calling it a "snowball,"
let him throw it at the hickory tree in their backyard.
Christmas in Kentucky was never a family celebration. Doug was used to spending the
holidays alone, even back then. He'd wake up on Christmas morning and run to the living
room to see what Santa had brought. It was never much, but he never knew it back then.
He'd yell and wake up his mother, pulling her to the tree, listening to her laugh. To this
day, he loved his mother's laugh. Maybe because he'd heard it so rarely when he was
little. He'd called her last week to wish her a merry Christmas. They were going to Vail
again, their usual Christmas holiday. She'd found happiness in her later years, and for
that he was grateful.
"Be careful skiing, Mom, I hear it's tough getting around in the snow with a
cast," he'd joked.
"Well, don't worry about me. No skiing for this old girl. Just lots of novels and a
few hot toddies ought to do it," she laughed. "What are you doing on
Christmas?"
"I work Christmas Eve, then I'll go home awhile, then off to Carol's."
"Is she with her mother during the holidays?"
"Well, yeah, part of the time. I'm working Christmas Eve, and she's supposed to work
Christmas Day. We'll celebrate by ourselves sometime later."
"Mmm hmm, and so, what's Carol getting for Christmas?" she baited him.
"Anything exciting?"
Doug chuckled at his mother's boldness. "No, not too exciting."
"Oh, not too exciting. I see. And the reason is...?"
Clearing his throat, he became quieter as he answered her. "I want to ask her, I
looked at, you know...at rings. I'm...I don't know," he hedged.
"I'm not surprised that you're nervous, but really, from what you've told me, she
might be expecting it."
"You know, no one at work knows, her family doesn't know. I can't see asking yet. Not
yet."
"Well, when the right time comes, you'll know it. Say hello to her for me and I'll
call you soon. I love you, dear."
"Love you too, Mom. Have fun."
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I'm gonna love you night and day
I'm gonna try in every way
I'm gonna find a place to live
Give you all I've got to give
I would love you more than life
If you would only be my wife
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Doug walked to the parking garage and started the car. He was on his way to his apartment
for a while this Christmas morning. Carol had hosted Christmas Eve for her mother and some
of her family. Knowing that they were coming to the house, he'd tidied after himself,
masking his presence there, before he left for work, tossing his things in a drawer or the
bedroom closet. It was getting difficult, hiding his existence in her life. In fact,
truthfully, he was beginning to resent it. He'd been honest, forthright, and faithful for
seven months with her and she still hadn't told her mother about them. So, he was on his
own for a few hours until her mother left the house to go to church and off to visit with
friends this Christmas day.
Carol had called at work a little after midnight. "Merry Christmas, Doug," she'd
whispered into the phone. "I don't think Santa is coming. There's nothing under the
tree yet."
Doug smiled into the phone. "Carol, have you been a good girl this year?"
She laughed quietly. "Very good."
"Well, then, be patient. I'm sure he'll make it down the chimney and leave something
for you."
"Have a good night. I'll call when the coast is clear."
"Okay. I'll be waiting at my place." Doug said goodbye and hung up.
*****
He pulled into a parking spot and walked up to his apartment. He stopped at his
mailbox and found several Christmas cards waiting there. Stepping through the door, he
tossed his coat aside and opened them. The cards he kept on the hall table were the only
indication that it was Christmas. That and the presents for Carol. The one he'd bought her
the other day was sitting on the kitchen table. Doug picked up the box and fingered it,
hoping she'd like it. There were no decorations, certainly no tree. He'd never had one of
his own. A few weeks earlier, he and Carol decided to go out to a Christmas tree farm out
in DuPage County. He was easy to please and found several that he liked, but as usual,
Carol was picky and looked over each tree as if she were planting it in the front yard.
"C'mon, Carol, this one's fine. Can I start chopping?"
"No, this is a very serious process," she said. "We have to look at this
for weeks, in the living room. This one's crooked."
Doug tilted his head, trying to see how on earth she thought it was crooked. "It
looks fine."
"Nope, keep looking, Paul Bunyan."
Two hours and several frozen toes later, she proclaimed she'd found the
"perfect" tree and told him he was free to begin chopping. Fifteen minutes
later, they were holding hands, laughing as she held the ax and he dragged the tree behind
them. After they paid, lashed it to the roof of his car, and started driving home, she
opened up a thermos of hot cocoa for them to share.
"Do you want to stop at your house, get some decorations to add to the tree?"
she offered.
Doug took a sip and laughed. "I don't have any, Carol."
Carol looked at him in amazement. "You don't have any? Why?"
"Well, I usually either worked on Christmas or I spent it alone."
The car was quiet as Carol pondered this, feeling a little guilty, knowing she'd put off
telling him of her plans. "I'm supposed to work Christmas Day, but my mother and
some...family is coming over, Christmas Eve. She's staying until Christmas Day. Doug, I'll
need you to go to your place when you get home from work." Looking over at him, she
saw his furrowed brow. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. When will I see you, though?"
"I don't know. I'm working the rest of Christmas Day."
"Well, when can I give you your present?" he asked.
"We'll figure something out," she promised, and gave his leg a reassuring
squeeze.
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The priest has said my soul's
Salvation is in the balance of the angels
And underneath the wheels of passion
I keep my faith in my fashion
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Doug opened the box to look at her present again. He'd gone to a jeweler a few weeks
before Christmas, on a whim, thinking about her. During all the time they'd been together,
he'd never really gotten her a present of any value. This Christmas, though, would be
different. He walked up and down the aisles. A woman in her fifties came over to help him.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Hi," he smiled. "I'm looking for something, a Christmas present for my
girlfriend. What's the birthstone for May?"
"May is emerald. We have some beautiful earrings and necklaces over on the other
side." The woman walked over to another set of glass cabinets.
Doug followed. "You know, she likes to wear the kind of earrings that hang down. Do
you have any emerald and diamond earrings like that? Maybe with a matching necklace?"
"Sure, right here."
Doug looked down into the cabinet and saw a pair of earrings that he liked. "Can I
see these?"
"Sure," she answered and took them out, placing them on a velvet pad on the
counter. Doug picked one up and laid it across his hand. It was beautiful.
This would look nice on her, he thought. "Is the quality okay on this? I mean, are
they good ones?"
"Oh, yes, the are. The emeralds are whole stones, no breaks, and the diamonds, while
they're not the highest grade, they are good stones."
"How about the necklace?"
"Yes, here." She handed the necklace to him and he laid it next to the earrings.
They would look beautiful together, on her. "I'll take these, please."
"Very good, can I wrap everything up for you?"
"No, no thanks. I'll figure out what I want to do. I don't want to put them under the
tree. I'll figure something out."
"Yes, sir, that's fine, I'll box them up, just for safe-keeping."
Doug took out his credit card and handed it to her. He hoped she'd be happy. She was
usually so down-to-earth about things, she didn't usually like anything fancy. He'd
already gone out and bought some other things. This, though, was his real present to her.
Doug started walking over to the cash register and stopped at the case that held diamond
engagement rings. He looked over them for a few minutes. The saleslady smiled at him.
"Sir, are you interested in any of these?"
Doug looked up and smiled back. "I'm interested, I don't know if she is yet."
The lady smiled back and said, "Have you thought of surprising her for
Christmas?"
"No, no, not yet. Just trying to get some ideas." Of course he'd thought long
and hard about asking her to marry him, but how could he if she hadn't let anyone know
they were together again? Looking at row after row of sparkling rings in the cabinet, he
remembered the one Tag had given her. On the rare occasions he'd allowed himself to look
at it, well, even he had to admit it was impressive. Linda Farrell had droned on and on
about it when they were in bed, the day they got back from the Bahamas. Finally, he cut
her off and told her he never wanted to hear about it again. When Carol told him, in front
of everyone, that she and John Taglieri were getting married, she did it with such a look
of triumph on her face. It had hurt him terribly.
Doug saw one that he thought was pretty. It was set in platinum, an emerald-cut diamond
with baguettes on either side. "I'm not sure what she'd like, but I like this
one." He pointed to it and she drew it out of the cabinet and handed it to him. Doug
put it halfway up his ring finger and turned it, watching it sparkle in the light. "I
like this. I don't know what size she is, though."
"Oh, that's not a problem, you can bring her in and we'll get a size on her, or if
you want, you can take our ring sizers with you and come back without her. Or, if you
really want to surprise her, trace around the inside of a ring she already wears on that
finger, and we'll figure it out."
"Well, let me think about it."
"Okay, sir, here's your box. Please sign here."
Doug walked out of the jewelry store, thinking things over.
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I would love you more than life
If you'll only be my wife
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Doug put the box down and got undressed, then went to the bedroom to sleep until she
called. He sighed. They should have been together last night, Christmas Eve, the night
when she'd finally told everyone what they apparently already knew, that they were seeing
each other again. The night he'd proposed to her. At least they would see each other later
today since she'd swapped shifts with Conni. Sleep eluded him, because all he could think
about the lame way he'd asked her to marry him.
He had thought again and again that he should have surprised her, had a ring on Christmas
for her to open; ask her in private. But, deep down, he was so unsure, so afraid of what
her reaction might be. Last night, though, he was pleased that she felt confident enough
to let their co-workers know. So, he'd just taken the opportunity to ask in front
everyone. It wasn't the way he'd wanted to do it. Even then, the words weren't right, and
he felt so shy about it, he couldn't even look at her.
When, finally, he did, she'd looked shocked. But after a beat, she'd smiled, wrapped her
arms around his neck, and kissed him. It dawned on him, though, that she'd never answered
him. Not directly, anyway. She loved him, he knew. She'd told him that she did, but the
words almost always came after he'd expressed his emotions first. This bothered him, too,
but he tried to keep an even keel and take things as they came. Rolling over, he buried
his face into the pillow, trying to push the doubts from his mind.
******
The phone. Somewhere, the phone was ringing. Doug looked up at the clock; 2 p.m. Searching
on his night table, he knocked over an old beer can as he picked up the receiver.
"Yeah, hello?" he answered groggily.
"Merry Christmas, sleepyhead, you busy?" It was Carol.
"Sleeping," he replied, eyes closed, not quite awake.
"Can you come over? I have all kinds of food, and I made a pie for you."
He opened one eye, looking at the clock again. "You *made* a pie?"
"Well, I baked it, anyway. Apple, with ice cream on the side. Just for
you."
"You baked a pie for me?"
"Yes, Doug."
Slurring, he said, "Thanks. Gotta shower."
"Okay, don't fall back to sleep....Doug?"
"Yeah, I'm here. I'm coming."
"See you soon."
*****
Doug used his key to quietly open the door. He heard her in the kitchen and slipped her
packages under the tree, then hid her jewelry so she'd have to hunt for it.
"Hey, Doug, in here!"
"Hey, Carol," he called out, walking to the kitchen.
Turning to embrace him, she held on for a while. She was happy he was here. It had been
difficult for her to spend Christmas with her family and be apart from him.
"Are you hungry? I'm just getting everything out."
"Yeah, I'm starving. I've gotta drop some things off in the bedroom." Doug
walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom and tossed something under his pillow. He walked
back, whistling, anticipating their evening together.
They sat in the kitchen and filled their plates with a little bit of everything. Doug went
back for seconds, then pushed himself away, claiming he'd have no room for dessert if he
ate anything else.
"Do you want some apple pie?" she asked.
"It looks good, thanks. I'll have some later." He poured wine for the two of
them and said, "Let's go sit near the tree."
"Oooh, my favorite part. Come on in, I have something for you."
They walked into the living room and Carol pointed to the couch. "Sit down." Her
eyes were bright, her face full of pleasure as she gave him a present. "Here, open
this first."
Doug smiled and gently shook the long, oversized box. "What is it, an umbrella?"
"Very funny. Open it."
Tossing the ripped paper aside, he worked next on the cardboard box, and opening that,
pulled out a golf club.
She announced, "It's a titanium driver and it has a graphite shaft."
He was grinning widely. "So I see." Standing up, gripping the club, he swung it
gently, turning his head to look at her. "How did you know...?"
"Do you like it?"
"I love it," he said, chuckling. "How did you know what to get, what
size?"
"I just took your whole bag down to the golf shop one day and asked him what else you
needed, and he just took it from there."
Doug was obviously happy with her gift and her efforts to please him. "C'mere, you,
this is great. Thank you." Carol stood up and accepted his hug and kiss.
"That's not all," she added. "Something else comes with it."
"Carol," he admonished, "this was expensive enough as it is."
"Shhh...don't spoil my fun. Here," she said, handing him an envelope.
Seeing what she offered, he looked up at her in disbelief. The envelope was from Cog Hill
Country Club. He took it from her hand and opened it. It was a gift certificate good for
one round of golf on Cog Hill's Dubsdread course. The same course the pros played, at the
Western Open. He'd always wanted to play it.
"How did you know about this?"
Ducking her head, she smiled deeply, dimples dotting her face. "I asked around.
I'm pretty resourceful when I have to be."
Touched, he bent over and kissed her. "This is very nice, Carol. Thank you."
Looking back with love in her eyes, she answered, "I'm glad you're happy. Merry
Christmas."
Doug sat down, took a deep breath and smiled. "Did Santa come this morning?"
"No, I don't believe he did."
"Better check again. You never know."
Carol grinned and looked under the branches. There were three boxes with her name on them.
"Ooo, he did come, Doug." She opened the first one, a bottle of Obsession.
"Thank you, I love this."
"Well, seeing how I've acted over the past few years, I thought at least the name was
fitting," he joked.
She kissed him and started on the second box. It was a purple silk sweater. Running her
hands over it, she thought she'd never felt anything as soft. "This is lovely. Thank
you." The last box was smaller, and when she opened it, she found a pair of leather
gloves. They were soft and would match her coat nicely. Carol looked up again and kissed
his cheek. "These are all beautiful. I love them. Thanks."
"You're welcome. Merry Christmas." Pulling her on his lap, he kissed her,
enjoying this Christmas night together. "Uh, Carol?" he whispered. "Santa
told me you didn't look hard enough."
"What?" she asked, smiling slightly.
"He told me that there's another present somewhere."
"Are you going to tell me where?"
"Did you think I would make it easy?" he grinned.
"Well, I just didn't think I'd have to play hide and seek for a Christmas gift."
"Want a clue?" he asked.
"Please!" she laughed.
"Okay." Doug looked down and took her hand in his. "You know, I..."
Doug stopped a minute, swallowing hard. Carol dipped her head slightly, bending down to
look at his face and saw his eyes filling.
"What is it, Doug? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." He took a deep breath and began again. "Before we were
together again, I had lots of time to think about...how miserable my life was without you
in it. I swore that if I got the chance, I'd...make it up to you for the times I
was..."
Carol interrupted, "It's okay, really."
"Let me finish. I was...so...lonely without you. Now, you've made me so happy. I
don't want any emptiness in my life, around me anymore, and when I looked on your..."
He looked up at her now, tears gone, smiling into her eyes. "...on our Christmas
tree, I found an empty space and I just thought I needed to fill it for you."
Looking at him with wonder for the blatant emotions he had shared, Carol kissed his hand
and then held it tightly. "I...I don't know what to say...."
"Say that you love me." His deep brown eyes were so unsure of themselves, so
full of hope.
"I love you," she whispered.
Doug smiled and gently kissed her. "Go find your present, Carol," he said
warmly.
Her face bright with anticipation, Carol searched among the branches, moving decorations
aside. She worked her way from the bottom, and halfway up she stopped and gasped. Hanging
from the branches were two earrings; a round emerald encircled by a ring of diamonds, with
a tear-drop emerald hanging from a gold bar below. Next to them was a gold diamond and
emerald necklace that matched perfectly.
"Oh, my god. Doug, these are beautiful!"
"I was hoping you'd like them."
"I do." The earrings sparkled as she turned her hand to admire then again. She
was utterly speechless. He'd never given her anything like this before. Not for Christmas,
not for her birthday. Never. "You've made this a wonderful Christmas for
me," she said quietly.
"I'm glad." Doug stood up and walked over to her, and taking her into his arms,
started nibbling on her neck, kissing her ear gently. "Carol, I have one more
gift for you tonight."
"Oh, really? And when do I get it?" she teased.
"Whenever you want it. Of course, you need to go to your bedroom for it."
"Why am I suddenly suspicious?"
"Don't be. C'mon, I'll show you."
"Wait, first, could you put the necklace on me? I want to wear it."
"Sure." Doug took the necklace and Carol turned around, her back to him. She
used both hands to lift her hair off of her neck, and the sight of her, arms raised, her
neck exposed, gave him a rush of desire. He slipped the necklace around to the front and
clasped it behind her. He moved in closer to her, his lips skimming the nape of her neck,
the tip of his tongue playing on her soft skin. She moved back to him, feeling his
hardness press against her. His mouth never stopped as his clothes came off, as undressed
her.
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If I could break down these walls
And shout my name at heaven's gate
I'd take these hands
And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate,
Cathedrals are broken
Heaven's no longer above
Hellfire's a promise away
I'd still be saying
I'm still in love
Still in love
Still in love
Still in love...
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Doug held her hand and let her to the bed. She was cold and burrowed under the thick
comforter, quickly cuddling up to him, relishing his body heat. His arms were around her,
pulling her to him. "Warm yet?"
Carol kissed his neck, his cheek, and smiled. "Getting there. Now, what did you mean,
my last present?"
"Tonight, just relax and let me take care of everything." Doug brought her into
his arms and stroked the small of her back, barely touching the skin, listening to her,
feeling her respond. Kissing her deeply, he let his hands roam up and down her back,
lightly skimming, making her press her breasts into his chest. Rolling her over, laying
her gently back, he gazed at her, smiling, enjoying her beauty and the softness of her
skin against his.
He drew her right arm away from her body, toward the headboard and reached under his
pillow. She felt something slide around her wrist. It was one of Doug's silk ties. Doug
looked back down and smiled at her. "Is this okay?"
She looked up at him, unsure. Intrigued. Aroused. "What do you want?"
"I want you to submit to me tonight, Carol. To my body. To my desire."
"Then, how is this *my* present?" she smiled slyly.
"Well, it's a present for me, too. It's something I've wanted to do for a while now.
Because my desire is to make love to you." Tenderly kissing her shoulder, he
continued, "I want to play with you, thrill you. Make you come. It's my present to
you. Will you let me?"
"Yes," she whispered, briefly closing her eyes, anticipating his touch.
Doug gently restrained one wrist, then the other, to the headboard. He gazed at her for a
moment, seeing the desire in her eyes, watching her breasts rise and fall rapidly as she
became aroused. Her vulnerability made his excitement grow. He leaned over and kissed her
deeply, his tongue twirling around hers, his lips soft against hers. Her cheeks, her jaw,
her neck were devoured by him, and then he wandered aimlessly, kissing whatever, wherever
he wanted, sucking sweet parts of her soft, supple body into his mouth, making her writhe
on the bed, igniting her passion.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "The necklace looks pretty against
your skin. I love you."
Trying to angle toward him, unable to touch his body, she strained to press her flesh to
his mouth. Taking his time, visiting her breasts, her hips, her thighs, he nipped and
tugged at her leisurely, enjoying her helplessness. His fingertips lightly stroked her
sides, her hips. Slowly venturing near her wetness, skittering past her dark, curly hair,
down to her inner thighs, tracing the dark triangle now pounding with hunger for him.
"C'mere, Doug, I want you in my mouth."
"Not tonight," he murmured quietly. "Tonight is for you."
"Ohhh...." she whispered."
Lowering his mouth between her legs, Doug tugged on the thick hair with his lips, making
her press against him, then gently parted it with his hands, exposing her delicate skin.
His mouth was sweet on her, it worshipped her. His touch against her skin felt tentative
at first, then became more deliberate, more demanding, as he searched within her fold;
then he was barely touching her, making her ache for him. He felt the soft skin grow in
his mouth, stiffen, saw the color deepen and watched as her legs tensed. Easing the
pressure, his tongue tickled her gently, then he moved away and kissed her thighs, her
stomach, avoiding the very spot that was pulsating with desire.
Struggling against her restraints, powerless, Carol groaned, about to come, wanting him to
take her into his mouth and suck on her clitoris, on the engorged lips. "Doug, don't
stop. Please, I'm close."
Doug smiled and continued his lovemaking, traveling up to her breasts, licking underneath,
tracing them with his tongue. He watched as her nipples began to wrinkle, to grow and
harden, taking on a deep rose color. Licking his thumbs, her breasts in his hands, he
rubbed over her nipples, making Carol arch her back, pleading for him, begging to come,
then she gasped as she felt a finger inside of her, sliding in and out of her, getting
slippery with her excitement.
"You feel warm right here," Doug said, his finger deep within her.
Stiff, red nipples beckoned to him and he sucked one, then the other. "Oh, that feels
good. Suck them...harder," she begged, and he took one in his mouth, then the other
and sucked hard, making her strain toward him.
"Carol...will you marry me?" He took her nipple into his mouth again, between
his teeth, gently pressuring it, flicking his tongue over it.
"Oh, Doug...." Then silence.
He was desperate, needing her answer. "Please...."
"Yes."
Happiness overwhelmed him and his mouth retraced its downward path, needing to eat her
again, wanting to build the tension, and, finding her softness, his tongue stroked and
caressed her. Barely flickering over her. But she groaned, not able to withstand his
tease, and then his tongue ventured inside, feeling her body vainly grasping at it, her
muscles contracting. He was drugged by her now, his breath ragged, his body throbbing,
hungry for her.
"Mmm...I love the way you taste."
"How do I taste?" she asked breathlessly. She was right there, the tingling, the
sensation was growing.
"You taste like a woman should taste. Delicious." Barely grazing her now, he
once again felt her tense in anticipation of her orgasm. Quivering; on the edge.
"Doug...please...I want you now."
Doug shifted his body, anticipating her warmth. Ready to plunge into her. She opened her
legs wider and felt him, so close and tempting, the head just at her entrance.
He pressed against her, spreading her apart, pushing at the wet, swollen opening and he
entered her slowly, moving forward a little, gliding into her, so that his shaft was
rubbing against her clitoris. In one smooth motion, he reached up and pulled at the
neckties that restrained her and let her loose. Her arms drew him near.
"Carol, you feel like butter. You're making me all wet."
She groaned, every inch of her was trembling, getting ready.
"I'm going to take what I want from you, now. And I'm going to make you scream."
Doug quickened his pace, watching her. He leaned over to suck her nipples, pulling them
into his mouth, one after the other and she moaned louder.
"Come, Carol. I want to feel you come, feel you squeeze me. Watch you rise up
to me. That'll make me come. I'm waiting for you."
His thrusting became deeper, harder. Demanding. Powerful. She felt him overwhelm her with
his strength, his passion, holding nothing back as he conquered her body with his own, and
in her submission to him, she found sweet release. He could feel her tensing around him,
pulling him in, her shoulders, her body off the bed, moving closer to him. Finally, the
ache was diffused and hot waves of pleasure came from within her; his name, her love for
him, a desperate cry of passion poured forth from her.
Hearing this, seeing her throat exposed as her head fell back, pushed him over the edge
and he came with her, pumping, throbbing, his face buried in her neck, assaulting her soft
skin with his mouth, submerged in her pleasure, in her joy.
It took a few moments, but she slowly quieted down and they lay motionless in each others'
arms, prolonging their intimacy. Doug sucked gently on her earlobe, making her
shudder one last time.
"Oh...." she sighed, placing her arms around his neck, then stroking his back,
and up his arms. "Doug?" Her voice was quiet; subdued.
"Hmm?"
"That was...I've never...had that happen, that way before."
"I know," he said softly.
"Is that what you meant? My present?"
"Um hmm."
"Was it important to you, having it happen this way?"
Doug picked his head up and looked at her, smiling. "No. That doesn't matter to me. I
wanted you to enjoy yourself. And to show you how much I love you."
"I love you, too, Doug."
His eyes were warm and loving. "Did you mean what you said when I had you in
a...somewhat compromising position?"
"Yes I did. And I will," she smiled, reaching up for a kiss.
"Merry Christmas, Carol."
"Merry Christmas."
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When we dance
Angels will run and hide their wings
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The End
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