The not so happy holidays

[Mrs_Scrooge]

OOC: This is a closed thread for Scrooge and myself. The story line will be that of a couple who head to the mountains and are trapped over the holiday season due to snow.


IC:

I sat in the car next to my beloved husband watching the scenery change. Every year we went to our cabin over the winter holidays. Scrooge hates Christmas and everything that goes with it. He prefers a quiet place where he can think. He used to come here alone, before I came along. Sometimes I think he would prefer to go back to that.
I, you see, thoroughly enjoy the holidays. And it is my hope and intention to convince him he should too. Maybe this winter will be different.

The terrain was becoming rougher, the road more steep. The mountains always beautiful but sometimes treacherous as well. We were making excellent time in spite of the snow. We were anxious to get inside and away from the weather for a bit.

In the backseat were supplies to keep us comfortable, as well as some decorations I managed to sneak when my husband was not paying attention. This year...I will break through...if nothing else my new negligee might convince him to relax..

"Sweetie, I'm really looking forward to this," I sighed as he stared forward at the road. "Mind if I turn on some music?"

 

[Scrooge]

I kept my eyes on the road and said, “ As long as is it isn’t Christmas music”. Mrs. Scrooge obliged to my request and turned on the radio. I tuned it out and just kept driving towards our destination. I never have liked Christmas, everything about it just made me want to me grumpy, and at times, I know I take that out on Mrs Scrooge. I don’t know why I don’t like Christmas, I never have though. Maybe it was because I got disappointed so many times as kid and that carried over to me as an adult.

I used to go to the cabin Mrs Scrooge and I are on the way to, around this time every year, I did it to get away from the city and everything that had to do with Christmas. At times I do feel bad for her, she does enjoy it this time of year so much, but I just can’t find it in my heart to do the same. She does her best to appease me even though I know she enjoys this time of year.


The snow was starting to come down harder as we got closer to the cabin, it looked as if we were going to be snowed in. Mrs Scrooge did a wonderful job of packing what we needed to survive a few days without going anywhere. We arrived at the cabin and I just stared at the scenery, even though I didn’t like Christmas I loved the snow and the way the mountains looked covered in it. As I was carrying in our bags and supplies Mrs Scrooge tried to be playful and threw a snowball in my direction, I just couldn’t get into it, I just glared at her and continued on my way.

Once inside I lit a fire and Mrs Scrooge started to put things away and we started to settle into our solitude

 

[Mrs_Scrooge]

Why does he have to be that way? I thought to myself as I went about putting our supplies away. What was it about the holidays that made him so angry? He became very quiet if I even mentioned it. I learned during our first Christmas together that I should bite my tongue and go about my way.

It was getting easier, in some respects. He didn't stop me from being joyful, only stopped the outward celebration.

I watched him standing by the fire staring out the window at the falling snow. He was in his element here. Even if only for a short time, he was 'home'.

"Sweetie, would you like some hot chocolate?"

No answer. I'll just make it and see... I put the milk on and grabbed the cocoa. He hated the instant mix, had to be real cocoa. I also grabbed the bottle of malibu to splash in the cocoa if he wanted it that way.

Regardless of his nasty attitude this time of year, I loved him. And I knew he loved me. Taking him personally would only defeat the purpose.

With the cocoa made I brought him a cup and offered it to him.

 

[Scrooge]

I took the cocca out of her hands and said “Thank You”, and placed my hand in hers for a brief moment to let her know that I do appreciate and love her. She asked if I would like a splash of Malibu in it, I just nodded yes thinking maybe it will help change my disposition for a bit, if for nothing else, Mrs. Scrooge, and then I turned back around and continued to gaze out the window just thinking. Mrs. Scrooge placed a hand on my back as she quietly left me to my solitude. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just random general thoughts, how much I enjoyed the cabin, how much I enjoyed the snow covered mountains and even though I don’t show it, how much I loved Mrs Scrooge, anything to keep my mind off of the despair that Christmas brings to me.

Every now and then my mind would wander to Christmas, the joy that it brings to people, how it sometimes brings people closer together, the kindness and warmth that people show each other at this time of year and then thinking how many disappointed Christmases I have had that caused me to just lose faith in this time of year. I wasn’t going to open myself up to that kind of pain again, the pain of disappointment . At times I have wanted to for Mrs. Scrooge, but I haven’t even been able to bring myself to show joy even for her. She wouldn’t want that, though, she would want me to enjoy Christmas for me, not her.

I turned back around and walked over to my chair and sat down just staring into the roaring fire still showing no emotion. Mrs Scrooge had lit the candles that make the room smell so good, gave it an Ocean Breeze smell. Mrs Scrooge adores scents, from the ocean breeze candles, to her cucumber melon lotion to apple scents, she just adores them all. The “Tommy” cologne I wear is just for her, I like it, but that is another scent she adores as well. She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck, I could smell the lotion on her hands, and asked “ Is their anything I go do for you my dear” , “ No” I replied, “ I will be ok”. Her hands roamed my chest up and down over the buttons on my shirt, and before she departed she gave me a peck on the cheek and told me she would be here for me if I decided to talk.

 

[Mrs_Scrooge]

A bit depressed, but trying not to show it, I headed for the upstairs. The masterbath had a nice deep whirlpool tub, and I was in the mood for a good soak. I grabbed my cucumber melon body oil and placed a few drops in the water as I filled the tub. The scent filled the air.

Stripping out of my clothing I slid into the heated water and flipped the jets. The water was invigorating, awakening my senses.

Our first night here was usually the hardest on me. He was always so cold, so distant. I was determined to make tonight different. In my bag I had packed a new negligee, one I knew he would like. And his favorite perfume, to lure him. If this didn't work, he deserved the misery.

For the next 30 minutes I lay there relaxing and contemplating what to do next. When the water began to feel chilled I drained the tub and stepped out.

I towel dried quickly, loosening my hair and letting it fall on my shoulders. I walked in to our room wrapped in my towel and reached for my bag. I pulled out a black lace teddy with garters and thigh high stockings. I also pulled out the bottle of Escada I had purchased last weekend. Time to get dressed.

 

[Scrooge]

I sat in my chair and just continued to stare blankly at the fire. I looked around the room. Mrs. Scrooge, no matter where we were at, always made it feel like home, from her dolphin nic nacs, to the candles, she provided a very loving environment, but yet somehow I couldn’t enjoy it. I was getting tired and thought maybe a good nights rest might help me and her enjoy our time a little more. I took one whiff of my shirt and smelled nothing but smoke from when I was by the fire. I didn’t want to smell like that so I thought a shower might be in order.

I heard the water running from the upstairs bathroom and knew Mrs. Scrooge was occupying that one. I will leave her be, she has had a long day dealing with me, I thought, let her enjoy the peace and serenity of a nice long bath. I stepped into the shower and grabbed the bar of zest that lay in there and began to lather myself up, and let the hot water just trickle over my shoulders and body to try and relax me. As the water trickled down, the tenseness that this time of year brought started to slowly go away. I washed the entire soap residue off me, and I had that zestfully clean smell, much better than smoke. I stepped out of the shower, put on a pair of boxers and splashed on some cologne and headed upstairs to sleep away the rest of my tenseness.

I started up the stairs, and then began to smell the sweet scent of escada, and with each step the scent grew. I got to the top of the staircase and just paused, not really knowing why, maybe just to enjoy the scent a little more, and then a half smile came to my face as I started for the door of our bedroom.

 

[Mrs_Scrooge]

Before dressing, I sprayed the attire with a burst of Escada. Letting the material saturate the scent. The scent filled the room. I sprayed one extra spray on to the bedding, freshening it and filling it with the scent I knew Scrooge loved.

Carefully I slid my legs into the teddy and slid the lace up my body. The sheer material scantily covering my bodice, the thin straps over my shoulders. For a moment, I ran my fingers across my body, exploring the newness of the material against my flesh. I was never sure when men found intriguing in these skimpy outfits, but I knew my Scrooge would be happy.

I sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my stockings. The silkiness ran through my fingers. One after another I pulled the stockings up my legs. Running my fingers down the length of my leg and back again, smiling at the sensual feel. I clipped the stockings in the garters and stood to look at myself.

Though not something I would choose on my own, it certainly worked.

A quick brush of my hair left it soft and hanging over my shoulders. I could hear him starting to stir downstairs, I had to hurry. I quickly lit a few candles and threw in a CD I knew would be fitting, nothing Christmas would be played tonight.

I grabbed a book and moved to the bed. Propping myself on the goose pillows I had carried with us, I opened the book and pretended to read as I waited for him.

My legs were stretched and crossed at the ankles, my body turned on it's side ever so slightly. I was ready for him...His footsteps alerted me he was close.

It wouldn't be long now.

 

[Scrooge]

I stood outside the room, taking in the scent that Mrs Scrooge had filled the air with, it was intoxicating. I thought to myself, maybe a night in Mrs Scrooges arms will do me good, let her love me and me love her, maybe that will take me out of my grumpy disposition.

I walked over to the door and opened and seen Mrs Scrooge in the attire she had chosen for the evening. I just stood there admiring her beauty, the way the stockings hugged her legs, the teddy showing off her sexy body, accentuating her curves. The candle light shown on her face and she was a vision of beauty in it, her eyes looked up at me with such love and compassion. My eyes traced up and down her body, then I looked at the book she had in her hands. I glared at her and thought A Christmas book, she knows how I feel about that and yet she still brought one, and was reading it waiting for me, how could she?

She seen the glare towards me and said” Something wrong dear”

“ Yes” I said. “You know how I feel about reading those books and yet you still chose to do it in front me, why” I asked.

“Because” she said “ I want you to enjoy this time of year with me Scrooge, I want to share the joy I feel with you my love”

“You know I won’t, why do you even try, I am hopeless at this time of year”.

“ Because I love you Scrooge, and if it kills me, this year, I will get through to you” she said.

I didn’t say anything after that. I walked around to my side of the bed and layed down, sliding under the covers. I layed their just drowning in my misery

 

[Mrs_Scrooge]

For a moment I sat there, fighting the anger I felt building inside me. Self-centered creep, I thought to myself. I had to think of a plan...

"Oh no you don't!" I announced as I jerked the covers off my already angered husband. "You get out of this bed right now!"

A glare came out of the his eyes as he turned his body toward me. Before he could speak I explained my actions.

"You know as well as I that I do not allow a dirty body in the bed. Nor do I allow for you to remain in day clothes. Stay mad at me if you wish, but you are taking a shower and getting out of those clothes."

He sat there, as if tempting me, daring me to tell him again.

"Scrooge, get your ass out of this bed...now!" With that I gave him a little shove and watched him struggle to stay on the bed. If he was going to act like a child, I would treat him like one.

"You may come back when you are ready for bed. Your pajamas are in the bathroom laid out for you."

With that, I grabbed my book and began to read again.