Walker Advent calendar: Flap #23

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 354

When it’s the day before the day and a loving married couple has nothing in particular to do, they might find themselves to spend the entire day on the couch, sharing thoughts and touches while they talk about life in general, and their future in particular.


Kevin gestures with his arms when he describes his dream house, where there is a fireplace in their big bedroom, a nursery room filled with pretty toys, a big light kitchen with all the equipment one could imagine and a big garden for playing and growing vegetables and herbs.


“And a cat,” Scotty adds. “A white cat with spots. Our neighbours in Oxford had one like that and I used to play with it, but my mom would never let me get a cat of my own.”


“We had a dog when I was little,” Kevin says, thinking back to Bingo. “And I’ve always wanted a pet since then.”

“But we can’t get a cat until the baby is a couple of years old.”


“Is that a rule,” Kevin wonders. “I didn’t know.”

“I think so. Maybe not. We will have to read all those books about what to expect when expecting.”


“I hear your thighs and ass swell up,” Kevin says dryly. “So you better keep doing those push-ups before going to bed every night.”

“You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” Scotty says, placing the fingertips of one hand on Kevin’s chest, pushing him down against the couch and kissing his lips.


“In fact, you should start doing them naked, for full effect,” Kevin suggest, raising himself slightly to kiss Scotty again.

“I bet there would be an effect if I did them naked, yes,” Scotty says, giving Kevin one thorough kiss before sitting up next to Kevin again.


“Well…” Kevin says, following Scotty and climbing over him, squeezing him down quite uncomfortably on the couch. “You shouldn’t deny your aging husband some fun. Especially not on Christmas.”


“I have no intention of denying him such a thing,” Scotty replies, grabbing Kevin’s wrists to push him off his own body, instead trapping him between himself and the couch.


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