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Merry Christmas -- Sokol Style!
15 years ago
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~~ Christmas Eve, Randall’s Home in New Kiev.... ~~
“Shower off.”
The hot spray from the recessed shower head cut off, leaving the sounds of dripping water filling the steamy air of Randall’s master bath. Flicking the wet from his face, he sighed before his whole body rippled out of reflex to slough off more of the excess water from his golden fur. “Mercy,” he said, “that feels better!” He reached out to slide the shower doors open, before reaching for a drying sheet from the towel rack nearby. Today was a real shindig, he though as he briskly rubbed his body down. Pavel really outdid himself this time around. Can only imagine what his previous Christmas parties were like! Randall smiled, remembering the party held at his employer’s home. Pavel Markov had pulled out all the stops; catered buffet, drinks of all types, good friends and music that were the trademark of the owner of the hottest night club in the whole town.
Moving to deposit the damp sheet in the clothes hamper, Randall turned and scooped up a pair of lounging pants on the sink. Slipping them on, he muttered, “Good thing Pavel gave everyone the next few days off. After tonight, I doubt any of the girls and guys are going to want to come to work tomorrow.” He shook his head, making his damp, reddish-blond locks flip across his shoulders. He chuckled. “Going to be a few hangovers, come sunrise.” Tying the tie-cords on his pants, he reached for a smaller towel on the counter and raised it to begin drying his hair further. “Music, please... medium volume.”
The house computer spoke to him from a small panel near the bathroom door; “Audio System is already engaged. Musical Program-Four, in progress.”
Randall frowned, before turning towards the door. “Hm? Couldn’t sworn--.” Letting the towel drop to his shoulders, he stepped to the door and reached out to thumb the release. With a muted hiss, the door slid open and he peered through the doorway. Music flowed in from the master bedroom beyond -- a slow jazz theme with decidedly romantic flavor -- and the lights, which had been at full brightness were now turned down to a warmer, less-intense level. The smell of paraffin and magnolia scent flowed from a lit candle on the sideboard next to Randall’s queen-sized bed.
A bed that was occupied by a smiling, familiar figure. A smiling, nearly-naked figure.
“Ahhh, mon beau Chat de Soleil . . . you finally appear. I was about to, how you would say, ‘send in a rescue party’, oui?”
Eyes wide with surprise, Randall asked, “Clover? Amanda, just, what--?” He paused, gathering his wits as he stared at the buxom rabbit on his bed. Clover was propped on a pile of his pillows, her long red hair and lop-ears cascading over her shoulders. Stretched across the sheets, she wore nothing but a pair of thigh-high stockings and a green bow, which was tied fetchingly around her neck.
“What, you are not happy to see me?” She crossed her shapely legs, making the silk fabric hiss sensually.
“I . . . I didn’t say that,” Randall said. “Clover, how did you--?” He stopped, shaking his head ruefully. “Ah, hell. You used the key I gave you, didn’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” Clover’s eyes twinkled with warmth and mischief.
“So, why are you here?”
Clover laughed softly; the action making her bare breasts bounce, causing the light from the candle to gleam off of her nipple rings. “Oh, cheri, you have forgotten what tonight is?”
Randall started to speak, stopped, then his face filled with comprehension.
“Oui, it is Christmas Eve,” Clover said, “and, since you have been a very good boy this year, I have decided vous deserves a very, special, present.” She shifted, turning her body for effect as she locked gazes with Randall.
“Oh . . . my,” Randall said softly, the impact of Clover’s words hitting home. “Clover . . . ?”
Lifting her eyebrows, Clover snuggled deeper into the pillows. “Now, cheri, you just need to get into the ‘Christmas spirit’.” She lifted her chin, nodding to the space next to her head.
Randall followed her motion, and a smile spread across his face as his eyes lighted on a sprig of mistletoe affixed to the wooden headboard.
“Now you are getting the idea,” Patting the bed, Clover asked, “Do you not wish to . . . unwrap your gift, cheri? After all, C'est tout pour vous, mon la plupart de bel amant. Joyeux Noël!”
# # # #
Thanks to
fluffball for doing this special Christmas commission for me. This is the pic that goes with the short-scene above:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4987463/
“Shower off.”
The hot spray from the recessed shower head cut off, leaving the sounds of dripping water filling the steamy air of Randall’s master bath. Flicking the wet from his face, he sighed before his whole body rippled out of reflex to slough off more of the excess water from his golden fur. “Mercy,” he said, “that feels better!” He reached out to slide the shower doors open, before reaching for a drying sheet from the towel rack nearby. Today was a real shindig, he though as he briskly rubbed his body down. Pavel really outdid himself this time around. Can only imagine what his previous Christmas parties were like! Randall smiled, remembering the party held at his employer’s home. Pavel Markov had pulled out all the stops; catered buffet, drinks of all types, good friends and music that were the trademark of the owner of the hottest night club in the whole town.
Moving to deposit the damp sheet in the clothes hamper, Randall turned and scooped up a pair of lounging pants on the sink. Slipping them on, he muttered, “Good thing Pavel gave everyone the next few days off. After tonight, I doubt any of the girls and guys are going to want to come to work tomorrow.” He shook his head, making his damp, reddish-blond locks flip across his shoulders. He chuckled. “Going to be a few hangovers, come sunrise.” Tying the tie-cords on his pants, he reached for a smaller towel on the counter and raised it to begin drying his hair further. “Music, please... medium volume.”
The house computer spoke to him from a small panel near the bathroom door; “Audio System is already engaged. Musical Program-Four, in progress.”
Randall frowned, before turning towards the door. “Hm? Couldn’t sworn--.” Letting the towel drop to his shoulders, he stepped to the door and reached out to thumb the release. With a muted hiss, the door slid open and he peered through the doorway. Music flowed in from the master bedroom beyond -- a slow jazz theme with decidedly romantic flavor -- and the lights, which had been at full brightness were now turned down to a warmer, less-intense level. The smell of paraffin and magnolia scent flowed from a lit candle on the sideboard next to Randall’s queen-sized bed.
A bed that was occupied by a smiling, familiar figure. A smiling, nearly-naked figure.
“Ahhh, mon beau Chat de Soleil . . . you finally appear. I was about to, how you would say, ‘send in a rescue party’, oui?”
Eyes wide with surprise, Randall asked, “Clover? Amanda, just, what--?” He paused, gathering his wits as he stared at the buxom rabbit on his bed. Clover was propped on a pile of his pillows, her long red hair and lop-ears cascading over her shoulders. Stretched across the sheets, she wore nothing but a pair of thigh-high stockings and a green bow, which was tied fetchingly around her neck.
“What, you are not happy to see me?” She crossed her shapely legs, making the silk fabric hiss sensually.
“I . . . I didn’t say that,” Randall said. “Clover, how did you--?” He stopped, shaking his head ruefully. “Ah, hell. You used the key I gave you, didn’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” Clover’s eyes twinkled with warmth and mischief.
“So, why are you here?”
Clover laughed softly; the action making her bare breasts bounce, causing the light from the candle to gleam off of her nipple rings. “Oh, cheri, you have forgotten what tonight is?”
Randall started to speak, stopped, then his face filled with comprehension.
“Oui, it is Christmas Eve,” Clover said, “and, since you have been a very good boy this year, I have decided vous deserves a very, special, present.” She shifted, turning her body for effect as she locked gazes with Randall.
“Oh . . . my,” Randall said softly, the impact of Clover’s words hitting home. “Clover . . . ?”
Lifting her eyebrows, Clover snuggled deeper into the pillows. “Now, cheri, you just need to get into the ‘Christmas spirit’.” She lifted her chin, nodding to the space next to her head.
Randall followed her motion, and a smile spread across his face as his eyes lighted on a sprig of mistletoe affixed to the wooden headboard.
“Now you are getting the idea,” Patting the bed, Clover asked, “Do you not wish to . . . unwrap your gift, cheri? After all, C'est tout pour vous, mon la plupart de bel amant. Joyeux Noël!”
# # # #
Thanks to
fluffball for doing this special Christmas commission for me. This is the pic that goes with the short-scene above:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4987463/
