14th December 2005
Tom's Thumbs
Sci-Fi/Fantasy Author: Firecat
Created: 14 December 2004
Working Copy ~ Not Yet Published!




How do you like to unwind, dear reader? Being unusually tall I slouch to be nearer my peers but my bad posture brings tension to my spine. This festive time brings its tensions with family, with school, with work and the knots twist like wound-up rubber bands under my dehydrated skin.
A long soak in the bath, Do Not Disturb on the door, a squirt of baby lotion (so not too many bubbles, you can't have everything!), classical music, aromatic candles flicking their light around a twilit ceiling, the last birds calling "goodnight!", a glass of Baileys.
Showered off and with warm, moist hair I slip enrobed over soft shag pile to slip between the crispest Egyptian Cotton sheets and lie drifting between here and Nod.

Tom comes in while I snooze, waking me with a tiny brushed kiss to the nape of my neck. He loosens the towel and my hair tumbles across the pillows and my face. The top sheet slips down, my belt loosens from the sides and tugs gently under my tummy while I lie still but alertened. Tom smooths my hair, his fingers running cool but smooth down the side of my face, over and round behind my ear. I try not to wiggle as he strokes my nose, but I can't resist snapping at his finger!
He eases my robe off my shoulders. Thumbs to the base of my neck, fingers behind my breastbone, palms to my clavicles, he kneading me ~ me needing him! The birds are silent now, silent as the sheet floats back onto my shoulders. My hair is tidied, cool refreshing fingers brushing the skin where scalp meets face. Such silence, I barely hear him creep away as I return to my twilight, peaceful world.