Page 12 of Dreaming of an Omega Christmas
I decided to check the other rooms, just to see how they looked with the candles. Without thinking, I went into the guest room. It looked nice and cozy with the candle merrily flickering. I nodded in satisfaction, before turning and nearly running into Falkanar again. We both mumbled a sorry and started laughing. Maybe it was the darkness or the ambiance of the lone candle. Or maybe it was the fact that my body didn’t seem to want to stop running into his, but I couldn’t help myself, I kissed him.
He kissed me back just as eagerly. This time without any hot chocolate in the way, we wrapped our arms around each other and began kissing deeply. One of his hands ran through my hair, the other snaked under my shirt and came to rest in the small of my back. His hand was soft and warm, and yet somehow gave me goosebumps. I twisted my fists in his shirt, holding him close as if I expected him to pull to pull away at any moment. The guest room wasn't big – I suppose it was the perfect size for a guest room as far as the genie was concerned – which made it simple to take a few steps and find our way to the bed. As soon as I felt it against my thighs, I sat down pulling Falkanar with me.
We kept kissing. Soon, our clothes were gone, and we were rubbing against each other like horny college students. I wanted to feel every inch of his skin and it seemed he felt the same way. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Do you want to…” he asked shyly.
“I’m not the biggest fan of being uh…” I admitted.
“I’m an omega,” he snickered. Before I could ask what that meant, he rolled over onto his hands and knees. “I prefer the bottom.”
I grinned and felt my dick jump with anticipation. “Perfect.”
Chapter Five
Travis
And just like that Falkanar had been here for fifteen days. Fifteen, I had to admit, wonderful days. It felt more than ever like we were a couple at the tree lighting ceremony. A dozen people must have come up and said we looked cute together or congratulated us. Eric from Picture Purrfect had his camera and directed us into a couple of poses that clearly indicated he thought we were together. On more than one occasion I was handed a cookie or sample and told and “Here's one for your boyfriend.” And yet neither one of us seemed to want to correct the assumptions. I felt strangely at peace with the idea that people thought we were a good couple. I kind of liked it. By the end of the day, even though we didn't actually discuss it, we were holding hands as we walked around, taking in the sights.
And in the days that followed we settled into a comfortable routine. I had a project deadline coming up, so I would write while Falkanar either took the opportunity to go around town and see some of the people he had been missing or, more often than not, join me to work on his blog. We had tea most days with Traviel and Elarian.
The night we shared in the guest bedroom was the last night he spent there. I honestly still don't know how it happened. But after dinner the day of the tree lighting ceremony he ended up in my bedroom. We had sex again. And he fell asleep there and had been there every night since.
I liked it better when we were sitting at home writing together, as opposed to him leaving. Part of it was because I simply enjoyed his company, even though we were both working on completely different things. Another part of me, I think, was increasingly paranoid that he would use being out of the house as an excuse to slip away and leave Vale Valley. On more than one occasion I stuck my head into the guest bedroom just to make sure his bag was still there. I kept telling myself he would never leave without saying goodbye. And yet if it were me, in his place, I kind of felt like slipping out without a last farewell was exactly the kind of thing that I would want to do, if only to avoid having to say it.
Now, on day fifteen, I was more afraid than ever that I was about to lose him. Two weeks was roughly the most that a wandering elf stayed in one place. And now that we were past that, I was sure he would feel the need to move on any day now. I also knew he'd be powerless to fight it. I was so worked up about it, I found that I couldn't write and decided to head across the street and solicit some advice from Traviel and Elarian.
They were happy to pour me tea. And after Elarian went to take Kirielm upstairs for nap, I turned to Traviel and cleared my throat.
“Can I ask you something?” I said nervously.
He folded his arms and leaned back on the couch, regarding me. It was still odd to see a face so much like my own looking back at me. “Is it about Falkanar?”
“Am I that obvious?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Well, it's pretty clear you're both pretty into each other. And he's been here for how long now?”
“Fifteen days.”
“I had a feeling he’d have to leave soon.”
“I know there's no possible way he can stay here,” I said. “But is it… I don't know… kind of crazy to try to go with him?”
Traviel narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “I don't know that it's crazy towantto go with him,” he said at last. “I would certainly follow Elarian anywhere.”
“Although you were kind of made for each other,” I said wryly.
He chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Either way, I certainly can't blame you for wanting to go with him, but I'm afraid that's just not possible.”
“Not possible? Why not?”
Traviel thought for a moment. “So,” he said slowly. “You understand wandering elves are cursed?”
I nodded.
“The curse isn't justthat. Wandering, I mean.”
“Falkanar said something about how once he leaves he won't be able to come back for Christmas, because the curse... I guess… like it doesn't controlwherehe goes, but it doesn't really give him the freedom to choose either.”
