Harvey Stonewall (loveislove) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-01 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | democratic party, lgbtq culture |
Who: Mark and Glibt.
What: Vacation!
Where: Waldorf Towers, presidential suite.
When: New Years Eve.
Warnings: Possible language, alcohol, sexual undertones. Nothing too racy.
Glibt had been male when he arrived at least an hour before Mark had - they didn't need the press catching wind of any of this - and had stayed male for at least two hours. They took their time, getting reacquainted, both verbally and physically with each other after Mark's absence. Glibt, of course, had thrown himself into work during that time, had done his best to make sure that Thomas'd had the best first Christmas possible, even though Glibt had never really been one for celebrating religious holidays, even those whose original message had been lost in a haze of commercialism. Still, he'd watched Christmas specials, decorated cookies, went skating with the young god, all while developing somewhat uncomfortable protective, paternal, feelings for the Marijuana Party. It wasn't proper; Thomas was Mark's son, Marijuana's son, but Glibt didn't have children of his own. It was only natural.
Or, at least, that's what he was telling himself before Mark arrived. When he did, however, Thomas flew from Glibt's mind. So did the elegant decoration of the Waldorf's presidential suite. A few hours later, the covers strewn around them, Glibt excused himself from the bed with a light kiss to Mark's cheek and a secret little smirk on his face. It didn't take him too long to change his form and it didn't take her too long to dress. The smug little smirk stayed on her face as she stepped out of the bathroom, twirling for Mark and letting the skirt flare out a tad.
Again, it was at least an hour before they surfaced for air, the Santa outfit having been thrown... well, somewhere. Glibt tugged the blankets up around her in a false show of modesty and rested her head against Mark's chest. "See, if you'd been home for Christmas, the Santa outfit could have made a more timely appearance." The tone of her voice made it quite obvious that she was merely teasing as fingers trailed up and down the arm of her boyfriend and Glibt merely smiled happily.
Twelve whole days of vacation with Mark, she couldn't not be happy.