Christmas II Cara and Thomas
He hadn’t planned to be extravagant with the holidays, nothing more than a tree and small trinkets but somehow he was roped into some sort of wild celebration and he could only blamed the thick browed woman currently keeping him company. He was laid on the couch with a glass of wine, consuming his second glass and quite possible another few glasses of vodka or something or other beforehand. Thomas was in a state and he wasn’t going to deny it, but breaks as they were didn’t come by often and he was more than willing to relax for one and not have a worry or care in the world. He closed his eyes now, listening to music and recovering from the last drink he’d just finish off- perhaps he needed to slow down. He had time, no need to get wild and roaring drunk or have himself a headache the next morning. “Cara?” he called, wondering where she had gone to, eye half open before he stuck his arm over them. “I’m not going to chase you again – just come out”
Sighing he laid still, he could fall asleep now. It was very quiet and peaceful but it was that very noise that worried him. By now she would had made a noise, either to scare him or just for the hell of it but she wasn’t present at the moment to do such a thing. Instead she seemed to be hiding off somewhere that he couldn’t be bothered to look for. Cara could be planning madness and he would just have to deal with it. “I’ll have a heart attack, I’m old!” he said again, making fun of himself even though he didn’t think of himself old enough to have one. It was pity’s sake, just to get her out but that wasn’t working either – no noise, none at all. He was going to be doomed either way, he thought. “Cara?” he called again, a little more tentatively.
Cara was in the kitchen making some things to take to the living room, they had had a blast over the Christmas dinner and the whole running around with kids, drinking and doing some more eating, but after everyone was gone and the house was silent and there was no one but Tom, calling out from the living room, happy as he was from all the shots as drinks that had been going around. She was enjoying the free time, mixing the chocolate with the milk and the marshmallows in hand for the time when it was ready. She could hear him calling her out but it was a lot better letting him be like that and tease.
As the milk was getting warm and everything, she ran upstairs for his surprise, she knew he would be a bit too drunk, honestly so was she and that’s why the hot chocolate was getting in the picture. Putting on her mini skirt with thigh high socks and a red top to mach the skirt she went down again as the milk beeped that it was ready to get it. Walking in, pouring into mugs, put in the marshmallows she walked in the room, “ What, Thomas...?” she said carrying the two mugs, one in each hand as she looked at him teasingly.
