Not really knowing what to do with myself on this special night, I decided to light the fireplace up and drink some hot cocoa. Superman was yet gone on a rather lengthy job, and he told me sometimes his missions would lead him into circumstances where he might be unable to contact me on a regular basis.
I trust him on all accounts when he tells me these things. I know he has important things which must be done and accomplished. I am not that blind to his purpose on this planet. I'm just lucky enough to be the one he chose as his gay lover at home, and depends on me for the understanding he requires to carry on his duties, and be the lover he wants me to be whenever he does get home. . .to relax. But it's not easy because I worry, and am concerned about him practically all the time. I know he must conquer certain terrors of the universe, and to have a nagging boyfriend at home isn't much help.
So I grin and bear it. It's not easy being the Man Of Steel's chosen one. Some are incredibly envious to be certain, but could they handle the stress and commitment it takes to have a national, if not worldwide, superhero as a lover? Maybe. . but could they really?
Xmas Eve is especially difficult. For one thing, this isn't the first time I had to spend it alone. Most of my friends have other parties, and even families to go to. I don't think I would be much fun in the worrisome state that I'm in. So I stay home. . .alone. Alone in my favorite chair with the tv off because I dont want to hear any bad news that may startle me. I'd rather hear someone knocking on the door, or receive an alarming phone call. So, I sit and wait patiently by the fire. . .and remember those fond memories with my honey.
MY SUPERMAN.
Sure I visit my mom, but I do it quickly just to give my regards. Superman, however, is my life, and without him, I'm afraid of becoming a destitute. Like Lois once said when they were once seeing each other, "Once a girl dates Superman. . all the other guys just seem to leave you a little flat." Of course, from Superman's angle Lois will always be the best of friends. Many people fall in love with Superman on a daily basis, but that doesn't mean he's going to buy everyone flowers!
One thing about Superman is he is true blue, just like the color of his skintights. He is the most no nonsense individual I have ever known, even when he is in a joking mood, he makes sure not to hurt someone's feelings. I can vouch for that! Whenever he throws a casual joke my way, I can tell he examines me to see if I wince or start to cry. I know he's right with an apologetic compliment up his sleeve if ever he needs it. It's funny, right when he seems determined to give me some kind of rip, he's ready with his strong arms to surround me and land a smoochy kiss to perk me right up. I think he kids just so he can be apologetic and lovey dovey sometimes. But I don't mind, no not at all. It's gotten to the point my heart begins to flutter when I hear him begin to tease me.
Honestly, Superman is the world's greatest lover. How can a big hulking muscle macho man be so gentle and considerate? GOD, did Lois have some great one liners. "Are there any more like you at home?" she asked Clark Kent. Wouldn't it be nice for all, but then Superman wouldn't be one of a kind. That is why I'm on the edge of mental cliff whenever he is away for a long period of time. The what ifs are. . .so irritating.
I've never had it this good. I've never had a man who wanted to care and love me the way he does. I can't even imagine not having that kind of protection. At night, when he is home and holds me in his arms in bed, I know nothing could possibly ever happen to me. There aren't too many men in this world with that kind of build up. Most are ready to shovel you out the moment they. . .wham, bam, thank-you man!
. . . And I am so tired now, I can hardly stay awake. The fire is crackling steadily, and my hot cocoa is half gone. I'm ready to curl up in my chair with a nice warm comforter, and think of Superman's BIG MUSCLES! He is so hot without his costume, because he is so butch. He's all the man I will ever need. . .want, or care for. From a lover's point of view, of course. I'm just a reclusive queen, with yet another fetish for hardcore musclemen. CONVENIENT, to say the least.If only he knew just how many times I try to keep my jaw from dropping. Having his big huge monster arms around me at night is all the comforter I'll need in this one queens lifetime. And the man himself. THE MAN himself! That tremendous huge THING that bounces around up upon me every now and then. Mesmerizing.
He is a sculpture yet to be sculptured by any living mortal on this planet, and not even justified by any drawing, or work of art. His handsome smile could magnetise the most reluctant adversary. If only they knew how he looked before they made him angry or upset. His heavy curls just fall into place, and my fingers just glide up and around them as if it were meant to be.
Just as I was thinking this, I begin to fall asleep and the room becomes dim. In the back of my mind I hear jingle bells. Not the song, but the actual sound of ringing bells jingling. My eyes, however are solid shut, and I can even hear myself snoring. I must be half asleep, when the fire pops, and I open my eyes a little to see a big man standing by my side.
It's a big shadow, and I know it's Superman, but he's undressed and wearing dark brown pants tucked in some boots held by two suspenders, with a Santa's cap perched on top of his head. He's got a huge redish bag in one hand, and I look up to him standing there next to the smoldering fireplace. The next thing I know he's bent forward to give me a caressing smooch on my neck, as he says to me, "Merry Christmas. . .love." I turn to him, and hold him tightly with both arms. Folding my pajama arms around his big thick muscular neck and back. He almost becomes stunned by surprise as he lets out a yelp. "There now," he says to me. "Superman wouldn't leave a cute find like you all alone on Christmas Eve." He puts his strong hand under my chin and says, "Now hows about a kiss, hmm? Gotta kiss for Santa?" I made it slow and painless, cause I wanted it to last forever. I dont know what cologne he was wearing, but it smelled fantastic.
"Welcome home Santa Claus," I said. He snuggled more so back to my neck, and said in a whisper, "I think we both got what we wanted for Christmas, already."
I couldn't agree more.
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