Holy pajamas, Batman! It’s almost Christmas! [NSFW]

LAST WEEK

He stands next to my bed, going through his tuck-me-in routine, and taking his sweet time about it because I’m feeling him — well, actually, I’m feeling the pajamas he’s wearing because they are softsoftsoft — while he’s doing it.

“Nice rubbages,” he says.

(Everything in our marital language is prone to have an added -age; hugs are ‘huggages’ and a liquid libation is ‘drinkage’ — it’s a thing.)

“I like your jammies,” I tell him.

“Hmmm…” is the pleasured sound he responds with as he turns out my light.

TODAY

Those very same pajamas — the ones I was feeling the fabric on while my husband’s rear end was inside said fabric — were on top of MY clean laundry pile when I exited the shower this evening.

Taking them (along with my freshly-showered and still-naked self) to the room he was sprawled out in, I asked, “Are these mine now?”

[ . . . ]

“They were mixed in with my laundry,” I explain. “Does that mean they are mine now?”

“Welllll…” he ponders, watching as I slide them up my legs and over my hips, “they do look good on you.”

I grin.

“And maybe,” he teases, “I’ll wear them again after you get your juices all over them.”

“Hmmm…” as I turn to go is my only response; he might be a bit over-optimistic about the ‘juices’ bit (unless he’s considering the fact that I’m prone to spill things — getting juice on his jammies that way is more likely than it coming from my insides, quite frankly), but the idea has merit.

OUR CHRISTMAS TRADITION

For most Christmases (and Thanksgivings and Easters), we are by ourselves.

We eat a mini-feast, grazing all day on foods we’ve made and snacks we crave (including, at times, gnawing on one another 😉 ), and just generally laze.

And typically we do so in our pajamas.

He wears his; I wear mine.

Perhaps this year… *I’ll* wear his. 😉

And – if he’s not too naughty between now and then – he can wear…

ME.

😉

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However you are spending your holidays — whatever you choose to do (or not to do), no matter which traditions you pursue, old or new — I hope your activities…

~ like the very best pajamas ~

…bring you comfort and joy.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!