Page 24 of Dark Time

“You’re a very good present giver, do you know that?” I asked him once it was all opened except one last box for Dylan.

“I tried. I’m glad you like it all. It wasn’t easy to get out of the resort without you noticing.” He chuckled and reached for the box.

It was a large box and very heavy. He was puzzled by it but intrigued.

The sound of the paper as it tore made me wince, but I pulled my lips in between my teeth and kept my mouth shut. This was an odd present, but I thought he’d like it.

The paper revealed a wooden box, about four feet long and two feet wide. It was thin pine wood, and on the front of the five-inch-deep box was the image of a steam train passing by a mountain scene. The images were branded into the wood and gave an added hint of quality. This was a very expensive train set that I had ordered from a specialty craftsman in Colorado.

“Wow. Emily, how did you know?” He looked at me with excitement and pleasure written all over his face.

“You’ve stopped to look at them when we’ve come anywhere near toy train sets. I thought maybe you liked them.” I could feel a blush forming but didn’t try to hide it. I was pleased he liked it so much and felt there was no shame in showing it.

“I love them. They’re just one of those things I’ve never thought about getting for myself. It’s beautiful.” He’d pulled the lid open and looked down at the set. It wasn’t just a train and some tracks, there were mountains, trees, and all of the signs that would be necessary for the completed look.

“I thought maybe you could put it in your office. When you need a break you can turn the train on and watch it do its thing. You can add to it as well, and even buy terrains to go with it, you know, little replicas of the towns and areas trains go through…” I cut my words off because I knew I was rambling.

“I think that’s a great idea.” He pulled me to his side and gave me a very grateful kiss. “It’s wonderful, Emily, thank you.”

I was pleased that we’d both had such wonderful gifts, but my stomach chose that moment to rumble. “I think we should get breakfast started now and get dinner going while we’re at it.”

“I think I should take you to bed first,” he whispered, his eyes already that dark gray they turned when he was about to do very naughty things to me.

“You don’t want to eat first?” I breathed the question against his warm lips as our eyes remained locked together. I couldn’t look away; that feral look in his eyes did things to me that meant I was going to have to wait a little longer to eat. I had other needs that had to be met first.

“Eating can wait, Emily. Unless you mean eating you?” His lips pressed into mine, and his hand settled on my hip. Something went tight deep in my abdomen, and I let him pull me into his body as his lips took mine.

The crudeness of his words made that tightness strain just a bit tighter, and I wanted to groan but spoke instead. “That’s just rude, Dylan, but if you’re offering?”

I leaned away from him with a smirk on my face. He wasn’t the only one who could be cocky sometimes.

“Oh, you know I mean more than offer, Emily.” His finger trailed down my throat and to the very top button of the white cotton pajama top I had on. His finger slid into my cleavage, and I forgot how to breathe.

His lips followed, and I felt his tongue slide into the crevice, a taunting mimic of what he intended to do. He always came through on his offers.

With a sigh he pulled away and opened the tiny pearl buttons on my top. “You know very well I never say things lightly. I always…”

Dylan paused to kiss the very top of my exposed breasts before he spoke again.

“Always follow through.” His hand slid between my thighs just as he finished, and his lips closed around my left nipple.

“Dylan…” I gasped as desire flared to life when his fingers found my clit, even through my pants. Thank goodness I didn’t sleep in panties. My hips followed the tight circles he stroked out over the eager bundle of nerves, and I could hear how my reaction affected him.

His breathing became ragged, and I heard a faint groan every now and then that made me eager for whatever he had planned for the moment. His lips pulled away from my nipple, and I made a noise of discontent, but he only moved to the other one and captured it in a tight suction grip.

“Dylan, fuck, you do that so well.” I wasn’t sure if I meant sucking my nipples or getting me off, but he did both well. My hips moved of their own will now, and I knew it wouldn’t take long. I was almost there, so close I could all but feel it. “Just a little more, baby, please.”

His teeth closed lightly over the nipple, and Dylan gave me one more Christmas present as I spun off into space. He hadn’t even taken my pants off yet, but I didn’t care. I knew he would and that he’d make sure we were both perfectly satisfied before he would let me up so we could make breakfast.

I wasn’t about to complain a bit. I held him tight to me as my body shook, and I knew that I never wanted to let him go. He was much too precious to me.

Dylan

Emily gave me the best Christmas of my life, and she made New Year’s explosive when we spent the holiday together at Elmo’s, watching an orgy as I fucked her against a glass window. They always say whatever you’re doing when the clock strikes midnight is what you’ll be doing all year. If I was going to get to fuck Emily all year long because of that, I wasn’t going to complain. At all.

A few days later, we were back at work, and I got a call from my doctor in Kansas. He had the results of one last test, and they were … alright. He couldn’t promise anything right now, and well, I guessed nobody could. Doctors didn’t like to give too many predictions anyway, not with the public’s total willingness to sue, and insurance companies breathing down their necks about avoiding malpractice lawsuits, so I knew he wasn’t going to go into too much detail. This was one of those wait and see kind of things.

His call jarred me out of the happy bubble Emily had surrounded me in, and it brought some rather dark thoughts to mind. What if my illness became worse? Would I die? It was always a possibility, but we all had an expiration date; we just didn’t know what that invisible stamp on our forehead said. I tried to talk myself out of the dark mood I found myself in with logic. Sometimes, emotions told logic to fuck off and die, and this was one of those times.