Christmas for Two (private-Alec)
It was the first time Ginnie had a man to buy presents for in nearly three hundred years and she was giddy as a little girl. She had spent weeks shopping in between, raiding and thieving, and killing. She had finally found the two perfect gifts and had wrapped them herself, also a first.
Alec was due to arrive in less than an hour and she had just gotten out of the shower. In the oven a lovely small hen sat bubbling and roasting for their dinner, on the counter sat several casserole dishes waiting to go into the oven. Usually she just went to mass and then slept through the rest of the holiday. Today, however, was a day of real celebration.
She spent twenty minutes getting her hair to curl just right, and applying her make up to accent her lovely new dress. She applied a subtle scent lotion to her skin before dressing carefully in black silk panties, bra, garter, and stockings. She slid her new slinky black dress over her body, it hugged her close and sparkled when the light hit the metallic threads woven through the fabric. She took her heels into the living room and set them by the couch, so that she could pull the hen from the oven and start the dressing, and sweet potatoes.
When the hen was resting quietly on it's platter and the casseroles were warming, she went in to slip on her shoes and fuss with the little tree that sat on her coffee table, sheltering her two special gifts.
"Oh these are exquisite Alec, thank you." She set them carefully on the table out of harms way and kissed him gently on the cheek before turning to the large fat rectangle, she made to lift it in her lap, but it was heavier than she expected and only her reflexes kept it from falling to the floor. She lifted an eyebrow at Alec and began to tear the wrapping paper.
They seemed appropriate since it was my fault the old ones were broken.
Grinning, he knew she'd like this next one...and that it would get the most use.
"Cool Alec! We can set this up later and make the walls rumble with Indie chase scenes."
Chuckling she set the box down and pulled the large flat one to her. It felt like art work, since her fingers had curled around what felt like a frame. Lifting her eyebrow she pulled the paper away.
Freezing up, he watched for her reaction to the painting...it could go either way, and wanted to see which. Vanity? Intruded upon? Amazed at the amount of work involved? Dislike? Either way, it'd be the moment of truth, and he'd learn a lot about gifting her for the future based upon the reactions.
"Oh, Alec. I have no words."
She stared at the intimate moment of shared laughter, lovingly layed out in paint, her lip tucked firmly between her teeth.
You don't need words...your expressions answered for you. I just wanted you to understand how I see others seeing us. There isn't an art to depict how I see you...so this was the closest I could get.
Scooting up behind her as she continued to stare at the painting, he wrapped his arms around her waist and set his chin on her shoulder.
Thank you.
She let the painting go to rest on the coffee table and gave Alec's hand a pat. She wriggled out of his grasp and bounced onto the couch next to him.
"Ok your turn, though I don't know if I should let you open them, they're not nearly as practical or tear inducing."
Well, that's good, then. By my understanding from the Christmas movies out there, gifts are supposed to be neither practical nor tear inducing...those were merely the crutches I needed to get started on the holiday tradition. Perhaps I'll do better next year.
Looking down at the two boxes before him, there was a square and a rectangle of similar sizes. Alec opted for the square - the rectangle was more of a doorway shape, and therefore a passage onto other things. Starting with an exit seemed awkward, so he stuck with the solid shape first.
Peeling back the paper and the internal box with no labels revealed a brown leather fedora...a brand new version of the one that Indiana Jones sported. His blushing brought a bit of a chuckle to his throat as he put it on his head at a rakish angle. Smiling crookedly, he asked
How does it cut?
"Open the other one before I forget your not a sweaty man with a whip."
Wow...how did you get ahold of these? The pre-1940 sets are practically non-existent these days...especially that 1920's Chicago...you can tell the difference because of that probe there, second from the left...see the reverse knock? Thank you!
He knew he couldn't display these museum-pieces for just anyone, but had an excellent shelf in his Domicile work space for them. Anyone visiting him there would both appreciate the trade and know their value...that was more than enough.
She grinned, and ran a finger over the 1910 box. Those had been especially hard to get and she'd called in several favors, but for the most part she'd simply purchased them.
"Antique shops, the internet, and some good friends, are all one needs for such things. I'm glad you like them."
Well, to good friends and the internet, then!
Setting the collection aside, Alec leaned back on the couch, putting his hands on his stomach.
Wow...bonne nuit...merci, mon coeur. Are there any other traditions I should know about?
Her smile turned mischievous and she took his hand in her own. She led him to the open floor behind the couch, where she laid out the afghan the was always draped over the back of the couch. She pulled him to the floor and introduced him to the tradition of making love by candle light.
((ooc Alec and Ginnie out, lock up please))