How's a Christmas drabble to tickle everyone's ears this season? Good Lord, I haven't written on here in forever, so I may be a bit rusty. Or a lot rusty. BTW, this is going completely un-beta'd; you've been warned.
I really can't stay
But, baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
But, baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been, so very nice.
"Derrick, this is the sixth cup of cocoa you've tried to shove down my throat. I have to go home now," Claire laughed from her seat on her finance's leather, U-shaped couch. "I just got home from Baghdad. I haven't even seen my family yet, babe. I have to go," Claire stood up and walked around the couch to grab her discarded luggage. Claire noticed the pout on Derrick's face and smiled. "I'll be back tomorrow after we open gifts. Wait a minute, you're coming over tomorrow to open gifts and for brunch. You'll be fine for less than twenty-four hours without me."
"But Claire," He whined. "I haven't seen you in almost a year. You expect us to catch up in only four hours?" He widened his already big eyes and jutted out his bottom lip.
"Yes. Oh my God, has it really been four hours?" Claire's eyes became frantic and she searched for her cell phone.
"Well, our little aprèsle diner-"
Claire's cheeks reddened before she cut him off. "That has nothing to do with it. I have to go, Derrick."
"But feel the temperature out there; it's freezing!"
"Well, it's a lot better than one-hundred and thirty-five degrees, now isn't it? The temperature doesn't change the fact that I have to go."
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what's your hurry
And father will be there at the door
Listen to that fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry
Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well maybe just a half a drink more
Put some records on while I pour
"Please Clairebear? Just one more drink?"
"Oh God, they're probably worried sick. I knew if I had you pick me up from the airport, I would never get home,"
"You're still glad I did. I mean, come on. We had almost a year dry spell. I didn't think anyone could do that."
Claire laughed. "You men only think about one thing,"
"Now you know that's not true. I think about two things,"
"And what are those two things, my dear?"
"Sex, and you."
Claire's face became as red as a firetruck and a large grin lit up her face like the brightly shining Christmas tree in the other room. "Maybe just one more sip of cocoa."
Derrick smirked, "Why don't you put some music on while I go warm up another pot."
The neighbors might think
But baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how to break the spell
I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no sir
Mind if I move in closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
What's the sense of hurting my pride
I really can't stay
Oh baby don't hold out
Ah but it's cold outside.
"Derrick, the Ryan's live right next door. Imagine if it got back to my parents," Claire said, carefully sitting down in Derrick's lap with her steaming cup of cocoa.
"Oh Claire, they already know. And if they don't, I'm sure they're guessing. Come on, take your shoes off; you're not going anywhere."
Claire sighed, clearly weighed down by this decision, and took a sip of her hot chocolate. She stared down at the mug and then looked at Derrick who was grinning into his cup.
"Is there rum in this?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Claire rolled her eyes and set the mug down. "I'm leaving, Derrick."
"Baby, the only way you can get home is if I drive you, remember? You just got back from serving our country and your car is sitting in your garage,"
"I'll catch a cab." Claire said. This had suddenly turned into a game. They both knew she wasn't going to leave.
"You won't find one out there."
"You wanna bet?" She smirked.
"Take your shoes off, take your hat off, you can leave the camo jacket on if you'd like. It's extremely sexy, though you look like you're sweating under it." After removing her shoes, hat, and gloves, Derrick started to kiss Claire, slowly and sensually.
After he pulled away, Claire sighed. "I'm not leaving."
"I didn't think so." Derrick whispered against her chapped lips and smiled. "It's good to have you home, Clairebear."
Oh that was horrific. Review anyways?