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The Last Cookie

Christmas is getting closer and closer--so that means it’s getting busier and busier at Clyde’s job. On this cool and cloudy Friday, he just wants to come home and relax... Content: Fluff; a little angst (tired Clyde, sad Sherri)

Clyde: As soon as I get home I’m going to crash. Sherri: Okay. Are you alright? Clyde: Yeah, just tired. 

“Just tired.” That’s what Clyde liked to say. But Sherri knew that whenever he wanted to come home and just go straight to sleep, that the day was as mentally taxing as it was physically. She’d learned to ask if he was okay and never push it any further--to let Clyde talk whenever he was ready.

Clyde got home around seven--later than usual thanks to the holiday shopping traffic. Sherri was sitting on the sofa, eating a plate of Chinese takeout when he clomped in with a huff and a puff.

“Hey, Baby,” he grumbled as he took off his shoes. 

“Hey, Honeybunch. You sure you don’t want me to fix you a plate?”

Clyde nodded. “I’m sure.”

He peeled out of his coat, hung it up, and made his way up the stairs. And right then, Sherri lost her appetite. Helplessness overwhelmed her. She picked at her food for a few minutes and merely stared at the entertainment news show she was watching. Eventually, she put her plate down and made her way up the stairs. His bionic arm in its special case on his dresser, Clyde was resting on his back--the blanket across his chest, pecs pressing against his plain white T-shirt. Feeling Sherri’s presence, he opened his eyes.

“You say somethin’, Babygirl?” he asked. Sherri shook her head. Then, she sat on her side of the bed, giving Clyde his space. 

“Clyde?”

“Hmm...?”

“Are you happy, Honey?”

Clyde’s eyebrows crinkled. “What you mean?”

Sherri fiddled with the blanket. “Are you unhappy? Here in Norfolk?”

“Furthest thing from it, Babygirl.”

Sherri forced a smile. She didn’t know if she was convinced. “I hope I didn’t--”

“Stop right there,” Clyde said. He didn’t move. He didn’t sit up. Only the volume of his voice changed--strong, clear, and almost stern. He looked over Sherri’s sad face. 

“I just have bad days, Baby. I had ‘em back home. I’m just always gon’ have ‘em. It ain’t got nothin’ to do with you, or us, or where we live. None of that.”

“I know, but--”

“Ain’t no “but”,” he interrupted. “Movin’ here was the best decision I ever made. That we ever made, next to gettin’ married. And I’m happy.” 

Finally, Clyde shifted a little. “Let me get some sleep, Babygirl. Don’t you get to thinkin’ about stuff that don’t exist.”

Sherri smiled, nodded and rose from the corner of the bed.

“Hey...” Clyde called softly. 

Sherri turned to face him before walking out of the door. Then, he tilted his head, gesturing for him to come toward her, and she did. Sherri pressed a knee into the mattress, and waited to see what Clyde wanted. 

“Gimme them lips.”

With a grin, Sherri leaned in and gave Clyde a soft peck on the lips. 

“I love you,” he said. 

“I love you, too.”

“You still got them weed cookies?” 

Sherri grinned. “One left.”

“Why don’t you bring it in here, get naked, and get under these covers with me?”

Sherri raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know about the gettin’ naked part but I can definitely slip into some PJs.”

“Yeah, do that,” Clyde mumbled, closing his eyes again. 

Then, he whispered, “We’ll get naked eventually.”

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Fried Turkey: A Dramatic Saga (Final)

Clyde and Terry have a chat. Clyde x Sherri series Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020 (Tag) Content: Fluff; family stuff; reminiscing; mentions of separation/ended relationships; question about disability. Featured Characters: Clyde Terry Simmons, Sr. Terry Simmons, Jr. (TJ) - late 20s Princess Miller (Sherri’s niece/Robyn’s daughter) - 20 months old Devon Miller, Jr. (DJ - Sherri’s nephew/Robyn’s son) - 4 years old Reminder of what the exterior of Clyde and Sherri’s house looks like:

CHRISTMAS EVE Sherri’s family had arrived around one o’clock in the morning but most of them were up and full of energy when Clyde left for work. He arrived home at about 6:30--later than usual because of the holiday traffic--and he didn’t have to unlock the door as he usually did. The front door was left opened and unlocked, and the first floor was busy, busy, busy. Terry was on the floor, playing with Princess and DJ was on the sofa, occupied with an electronic toy. TJ was in the dining room, pushing a broom around, and Clyde could hear his wife’s familiar laughter echoing from the kitchen.

“Good evenin’, everybody,” Clyde said, taking off his shoes.

“Hi Uncle Clyde!/Evenin’ Clyde!/gahbgb,” DJ, Terry, and Princess responded. 

Usually, Clyde would go straight for the kitchen to give Sherri a kiss (and a little swat on the butt if he was feeling frisky), but he thought it’d best to make his way upstairs and get cleaned up. He hung up his coat--the scent of the restaurant, coated in his uniform now wafting in his nostrils--and walked up the wooden steps. He’d just taken off his shirt when someone knocked on the bedroom door. That sure wasn’t Sherri coming to greet him.

“Yeah?”

“May I come in?” Terry asked. 

“Yes, sir.”

Terry took one step into the bedroom, Princess on his hip. 

“How’s about a tour of that shed of yours?” Terry asked. 

As opposed to taking off his pants like he really wanted to, Clyde took off his socks. “You don’t wanna wait until it’s light out?”

Terry smiled. A look of secrecy flashed in his eyes and he squinted them and nodded. “Let’s take a look at it this evening. If you don’t mind.”

Clyde took the hint--whatever was being hinted at--and nodded. “Alright.”

____________________ “This is a matter of great importance,” Terry said, throwing back a bottle of beer. 

Clyde did the same. They stood in the center of the old, unused, and unfinished shed. No chairs. Just standing under a single light bulb. 

“What y’all plan to do with it?” Terry asked. 

“Well, if we start havin’ kids, we figured on bringin’ everything in that third room upstairs in here. Might expand the wall if needed. Put a lil’ bar in.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

A near silence filled the air. There was a slight winter breeze in the air, and you could hear the faint sound of chatter from the kitchen. Princess was now under TJ’s watchful eye. The family, bustling with the festive spirit, probably hadn’t even noticed that Clyde and Terry were missing. 

“Would you think I’m an asshole if I asked to help with the turkey?” Terry finally asked. Clyde took another sip of his beer.

“Naw,” he responded. “I kept tellin’ Sherri to tell you to do it.”

Terry chuckled. “Well, you and I both know that nobody “tells” Sherri to do anything.”

Clyde’s eyebrows lifted and he chuckled, too. 

“Sherri was about...13, 14 when I started fryin’ the turkey. I can’t remember if it was for Thanksgiving or Christmas. It was just an experimental thing, at first. Just to see if I could do it...”

Becoming uncomfortable without chairs, Clyde and Terry shifted on their feet. Eventually, Terry turned to face Clyde, and in turn, Clyde reflected the action. Terry cleared his throat and continued. 

“Everybody liked it, but I think Sherri loved it the most. She would watch me unwrap it and prepare it and do all of the stuff you’re supposed to do to it. Then, she’d stand on the back porch with a fire extinguisher, watchin’ me cook it and everything. Even after she’d gone to college, she’d do that..”

A smile formed on Clyde’s face. Picturing Sherri with a fire extinguisher in her hand was the cutest mental image. 

“...I would make potato salad, greens, macaroni--you know, whatever me and Ramona felt like makin’ on any given year. But Sherri never stuck around to watch any of that. I don’t know what it was about that turkey, but she was my little cheerleader every year. I think she just wanted to make sure I didn’t get hurt, I suppose.”

“That sounds about right,” Clyde said.

“Yeah...” 

Terry drifted into his memories, then snatched himself back. “I’m not one of those fathers that’s scared to watch their kids grow up. Or their daughters, rather. But between the separation and my kids becomin’ adults, I lost so much with them. Ramona didn’t lose much. Sherri watched me fry the turkey. She still went to the grocery store with me, even when she was a teenager. Most kids like to stay up under their mama. But Sherri was my shadow.”

Terry took a swig of his beer. 

“When the kids started movin’ on from the separation, me and Sherri got back on friendlier terms again. Only about a year had passed where I didn’t fry a turkey. Then, the next year--after everything had gone down--Sherri called me and asked me if I could fry the turkey,” Terry said with a smiled. He continued on. 

“She came right on over to my house--see, this was before I was allowed back at Ramona’s house. Our house. Sherri came right on over to my house and watched me fry that turkey. But after that, she didn’t really come over much. She’d started workin’ and everything. So I’d just fry it by myself or at my mama’s house or somethin’.”

Silence befell them again. Terry completed his story, his explanation. And Clyde nodded, acknowledging its finish. 

“Me and my brother had started frying our turkey after I lost my arm. We ain’t do it every year. It started as a challenge for me, too. But I ain’t got no attachment to it. I think you should just do the honors, alone,” Clyde said.

“No...” Terry said. He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have even asked to help you with it. Sherri wants you to do it. You’re her husband. This is y’all’s house. I’m just an old man that’s whinin’ about his kids gettin’ older.”

Clyde chuckled. “I’ve got somethin’ corny to say.”

“Can’t be cornier than all the shit I just spilled a few seconds ago.”

“I think the best Christmas present we can give Sherri, is to let her watch her dad and her husband prepare a turkey together, under her roof.”

Terry nodded and smiled. “I think you might be right, Clyde.

“We’ll figure it out. And she’ll probably get a kick out of watchin’ us figure it out.”

Terry laughed. “She sure would.”

Terry looked around the shed. “Let me know when y’all plan to get started on this shed, son. I would love to help you out.”

“Yes, sir.”

The men made their way out of the shed--Clyde flicking off the light switch before stepping out and closing the door.

“May I ask a personal question?” Terry asked as they walked back to the house.

“Sure.”

“Don’t take offense--I’m just curious. But how do...how do you fry a turkey? I can’t imagine that cookin’ anything is easy for you.”

“It has its hard moments. But I take my time and I stay kind to myself. And as you know, whenever I need help, before I can say the word, Sherri is already right there.”

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All is Calm...

Something simple for those who work in retail. Clyde and Sherri spend their first Christmas Eve together as a couple (December 2017). Clyde x Sherri Series 25 Days of Christmas with Clyde x Sherri (Tag: Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020)

Sherri checked her overnight bag once more. Undergarments, hygiene products, pajamas, day clothes. Beside the bag was her gifts for Clyde--a book, some artisan soaps and lotions to go with them. She smiled to herself, closed the trunk, and made her way to Clyde’s house. The warmth of central heat shrouded her when he opened his door and pulled her into a kiss. 

“Merry Christmas,” she said. Clyde quickly took the overnight bag from her shoulders. 

“Merry Christmas. Go on and have a seat in the kitchen.”

Clyde carried her bag to his bedroom and Sherri hung up her coat, put Clyde’s gift bag under the pitiful Charlie Brown tree he’d bought, and made her way to the kitchen as asked. She decided to snoop--slowly lifting the lid off the crockpot. Chili. With a little kick, it seemed. 

“Have a seat, nosy,” he said, coming into the kitchen with a smile. 

Sherri sat at the kitchen table rubbing her knees and watching Clyde wash his hands. Then, they made small talk as he pull a few items out of his refrigerator--sour cream and shredded cheese. He poured chili into two bowls and retrieved a cast iron skillet from the oven. From that, he cut two slices of cornbread.

“You like cheese or sour cream on your chili?” he asked.

“Just cheese is fine. You’ve got any antacid tablets?”

Clyde opened one of his drawers and pulled out a roll of chewable antacids. 

“How’s your feet?” he asked as he placed bowls of chili and cornbread on the table. Then, he went into his cupboard and grabbed a bottle of rum to make quick cocktails.

“Achy. With my calves and my knees, but I’ll be fine.”

Clyde and Sherri ate their cornbread and chili. They talked about their days--their Christmas plans. Sherri eased his nerves about meeting the rest of her family. Then, they cleaned up the dishes together and put the food away.

“I want you to open your gift tonight,” Clyde said. 

“Why tonight?”

Clyde sat Sherri down and dashed to his bedroom. Then, he returned with a large gift bag.

“Clyde Logan, what on Earth did you get me?” 

Sherri smiled as Clyde, placed the bag in her lap. Then, he sat beside her. She gasped when she pulled the tissue paper away. A foot spa. 

“Oh, this is perfect, Clyde!” she said. She leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Clyde said. He stood back up. “Now, take off your shoes...”

He took the box away from Sherri. “And sit over in the chair. I’m gonna get this ready for you.”

Clyde and Sherri’s first Christmas Eve as a couple. 

As they watched Christmas specials and eventually ate some store-bought apple pie, Sherri soaked her retail-worked feet in bubbling hot water with peppermint soaks.

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Apple Cider

[Image Description: “Clyde x Sherri’s 25 Days of Christmas” on a simple but festive red, white, and green design] Content: A little angst/seasonal depression; family death mention; fluff near end.

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Exterior of Clyde and Sherri’s house (inspiration):

Simple green wreaths with red bows hung in every window in view. The side porch’s light was on. When Clyde reached the front porch, he spotted the more ornate wreath on the door--also green, but with sparkling red and green bows. The Ronettes were singing “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” inside. Christmas wasn’t exactly Clyde’s favorite holiday. He didn’t hate it, but it just wasn’t the same since his Mama passed. Hell, since his daddy left, honestly. But he kept his grumbling to a minimum for Sherri--because it was her favorite time of the year.

As soon as he stepped inside, the music met his ears and the smell of subs hit his nose. Through the living room, he could see Sherri’s shadow moving on the side porch. He took off his shoes, hung up his jacket, and stepped in the doorway. Wearing a light sweater, Sherri was up on the little ladder, hanging a snowflake from a hook on the roof. She flashed that signature smile at him.

“Hey, Honeybunch!” she said.

“Hey, Dollbaby,” he responded. Sherri’s eyebrows crinkled at the new pet name, but her face softened immediately. She liked it. 

She climbed down the short ladder, walked to Clyde, and gave him a peck on the lips. 

“I bought us some subs from Antonio’s. They’re in the oven.”

Sherri was about to step inside but noticed the foggy look on Clyde’s face. She couldn’t quite decipher it. “You alright?”

Before he answered, she smiled and touched his cheek. “Come on, let’s eat. I’ll turn the music down.”

Sherri turned off their smart TV, thus silencing the music, and they feasted on their huge hoagies--meatball for Clyde, an Italian Grinder for Sherri. They talked about everything but Christmas--or at least they tried to. Sherri talked about the kids at work, news events. Clyde noted the steady pickup in business at the restaurant--people coming in after a morning of shopping it seemed. Sherri apologized and changed the subject every time she inadvertently brought up Christmas plans.

After dinner, they settled on the sofa, desperately searching for something non-Christmas related. They’d settled on ESPN, and Sherri fiddled through her phone. Clyde looked over at his wife. Quiet. A smile on her face that she didn’t want her husband to see. Disappointed with himself, he rose from the sofa and searched the kitchen cabinets for something. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he grabbed his jacket from the coat rack.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Um, okay,” Sherri said, confused.

Clyde returned about forty minutes later with a doubled plastic bags. Sherri watched him walk to the kitchen with it, then return to the living room to take off his jacket and shoes. He went back into the kitchen, and Sherri’s eyes fell back on her phone. She listened to Clyde move through the kitchen, and within minutes--as the microwave whirred--she smelled apple cider.

Clyde returned to the living room with two red mugs. Steam curled outside and above the rims, and cinnamon sticks leaned on the side of the porcelain. Sherri grinned. He placed them on the coffee table.

“Let ‘em cool off a bit,” he said.

When Clyde sat down to her left, she noticed that one mug had a ‘C’ on it and the other had an ‘S’.

“Where’d you get those?” she asked.

“The dollar store. They had a nice lil’ display up, as soon as you walk in the door.”

“I didn’t know the dollar store had cinnamon sticks.”

“Got them from the grocery store. The cider, too,” Clyde responded.

Sherri smiled at Clyde’s profile for a bit, but didn’t want to make him feel awkward. 

“You didn’t have to--”

Clyde looked at her and shook his head, and Sherri “hushed up”. She leaned toward him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then, she reached forward, grabbed her mug of cider, blew into it, and took a sip.

“Mmm...”

Clyde leaned forward, grabbed the remote, and turned up the television to better hear the football season highlights.

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O, Christmas Treats

Clyde x Sherri (Non-Linear Series)

Content: Clyde x Sherri eat cookies with medicine. Author’s Note: This may or may not be based on a real life experience.

“Babyyyyyyy!” Sherri...whined? Cried? Moaned? Clyde had just walked through the door and Sherri came flying down the stairs.

“Hey, Babygirl,” he said. Sherri planted a kiss on his lips.

“Guess what came in the mail todaaaay?” she asked in a sing-songy voice. She helped Clyde out of his coat, nearly making him dizzy without how enthusiastic she was.

“What?”

“Our treats.”

“Oh,” Clyde said nodding and smiling. Sherri was so cute when she was excited about something.

She took his hand, led him up the stairs, and into their entertainment room. 

“I just ordered us a pizza, too!”  “Oh, you’re really goin’ all out with...all things bein’ high...” Clyde said, trying to find the right words. Sherri giggled.

Clyde noticed that she’d restocked the mini-fridge with sodas and juice and filled the snack bin with all kinds of chips and candy and other salty and sweet snacks. Then, there was something wrapped up in green plastic and stuffed in a Ziploc bag.

“You’re real excited about this, ain’t you?” he asked.

“I am. I’ve always wanted to get high in my own house, and here I am--in a nice house with my husband,” Sherri said.

Clyde laughed and plopped down on the sofa. Then, Sherri retrieved the Ziploc bag, pulled the green plastic out, and unraveled it. She pulled out a cookie that had red and green frosting designs on it.

“I still can’t believe someone sends this stuff out through the mail,” he said.

“Me either. But I suppose as long as a police dog doesn’t go by the post office, we’re good to go.”

Sherri broke the cookie in half, then broke off quarter-size from the half. She gave it to Clyde. He put the piece in his mouth and Sherri did the same with her piece. Then, she stuffed the cookie bag inside the plastic wrap and tucked all the contents back into the Ziploc bag.

Clyde turned on the television and flipped through the channels. Then, Sherri rested her head on his shoulder.  ____________________

Thirty Minutes Later

Clyde lifted the top of the pizza box while Sherri retrieved paper plates from the pantry. He got a whiff of the cheesy pie, covered with sausage and green peppers.

“You feel anything yet, Baby?” Sherri asked, walking over with the plates. Clyde shook a slice loose with his right hand and plopped it on the top plate, and Sherri placed it on the table.

“Nah, not yet. You?”

Then, he tugged on the next slice, pulling the cheese off as he lifted the triangle. He folded the slice over and pulled it out.

“No, not really. I might get another little piece.”

“I don’t know, Baby. They said you’re supposed to let that stuff sit for a bit.” Clyde starting closing the box.

“I’m gonna get another slice,” Sherri said before Clyde closed the box.

“How about we just take this upstairs?” he asked.

Sherri nodded. “Even better.” ___________________

Another Thirty Minutes Later

“I’m about to get another piece,” Sherri said, putting her empty plate down on the sofa.

“Go on and grab me a tiny piece, will you darlin’?” Clyde asked.

Sherri broke the half from earlier in another half, and she and Clyde gobbled the pieces down.

Ten Minutes Later

“I think I’m starting to feel it, Baby,” Clyde said, leaning back on the sofa and staring at the television. They were watching Wheel of Fortune.

“I haven’t felt a thing yet,” Sherri said with a little pout. She looked between them and grabbed the empty paper plates they’d placed on the sofa. “You want another slice?”

“Naw, not now,” Clyde responded.

They’d placed the pizza box on the folding serve trays they kept in the entertainment room. Sherri stood up with the paper plates and fell right down to the floor.

“Oh, shit--Baby, you alright?!” Clyde asked, leaning forward.

Sherri burst into laughter. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Clyde tried to stand up, but his feet felt like they were stuck to the floor. Finally, he rolled onto the floor and rubbed Sherri’s back. How that would help her up, he didn’t know.

“Just leave me down here,” Sherri said with a giggle. She rolled over on her back and cackled. Then, Clyde rolled over on his back and broke out into laughter, too. Fifteen Minutes Later

“I’m horny,” Sherri said as the Jeopardy! opening played.

Clyde looked over at Sherri with a smile. “You are?”

“Yes, but I don’t know if I’d be able to find my own hole right now.”

“Pffffft!” Clyde laughed.

Sherri cackled again. 

Clyde and Sherri Logan, newlyweds and best friends, sat on their floor for the rest of the evening, watching game shows and Christmas specials upside down.

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Clyde x Sherri’s Christmas 2020 Shopping Lists

Clyde x Sherri Series Clyde x Sherri’s 25 Days of Christmas (Tag: Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020) Clyde and Sherri are ready to start some of their Christmas shopping? What do they have in store for their loved ones?

* - “Joint gift”

Clyde’s Shopping List

Sherri Ben balls for her pussy? Seat massager thing Really nice perfume Gift card for the hair store

Jimmy & Sylvia* Gas gift card (Jimmy) Movie theater gift card

Mellie* Gift card for one of the makeup stores

Sadie* Williams Sonoma gift card Visa gift card Buy a bunch of Christmas cards

Sherri’s Shopping List

Clyde Beard care kit Bookstore gift card Seat massager? Or foot massager? Cologne Something sexy

Mama* Antique jewelry (ring, necklace, earrings) Oil diffuser (a few oils to start)

Dad* Albums  Roku

Robyn & Devon* Date night package - movie theater gift card, restaurant gift card Spa gift card?

TJ* Gas gift card or visa Something to take on flights? For comfort? DJ* Kinetic sand Lego set

Princess* Sorting toy? Toy xylophone

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A Full House

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Content: Fluff; the beginnings of smut near the end and a little surprise! 

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Clyde x Sherri 25 Days of Christmas (Tag: Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020)

“Wrrrrrrrrrr!”

All of Clyde’s senses were greeted when he stepped into his house. His eyes first laid upon the bare Christmas tree in the living room floor. Next, he smelled everything from pine to cinnamon to apples (and he sneezed, too). The air around him was warm--not hot. It was barely over 60 degrees in Norfolk, so there was no need to have the heat blazing. He could hear a--vacuum?--running upstairs. All he needed now was to taste something--preferably Sherri’s lips. 

He took off his jacket and hung it up. Then, he took off his shoes and carried them up the stairs with him. The scent of pine and apple dissipated and the cinnamon scent had gotten stronger. Sherri was tossing fresh sheets onto her and Clyde’s bed and Clyde figured she was blowing up the air mattress in the next room. 

“Hey, Baby,” she said. 

“No Christmas music?” Clyde asked, strolling in. He gave Sherri a kiss on the cheek.

“Nope, I’ve been too focused,” she said. Clyde dropped his shoes into the closet and began peeling out of his clothes. 

“Poor TJ,” Sherri said.  “What’s wrong with him?”  “He said Mama and Daddy started bickering as soon as they hit the highway.”

Clyde chuckled as he tossed his pants in the hamper. “About what, though?”

Sherri smoothed out a crumpled edge of the warm, beige sheet she’d place on the bed. “About making too many stops. He said, that as soon as they got in the car, Daddy said, “Alright now, ‘Mona, we ain’t gonna be makin’ a bunch of stops on this trip”.” Clyde chuckled at Sherri’s imitation of his father-in-law. “Then, Mama got irritated and told him to stop callin’ her ‘Mona, because “he’s not her man anymore” to which Daddy said, “but we’re still married, though”, and--” “Uh oh,” Clyde said.

“Mm-hmm...”

“Any food left?” Clyde asked, standing in the middle of the floor in just his boxers and undershirt. 

Sherri raised an eyebrow. “Yes, there’s food left.”

“Why you lookin’ at me like you don’t be eatin’ up leftovers before I can get ‘em?” Clyde asked, leaving the bedroom.

“Because I don’t be!” Sherri argued.

The bathroom light flicked on, illuminating the hallway, and Clyde grunted. 

“I don’t appreciate that,” Sherri said, walking to the other side of the bed to smooth out wrinkles and tuck the sheet in. 

“I’m sorry.”

“And don’t I always cook more?” Sherri asked.

“Yes, ma’am, you do,” Clyde responded patronizingly. The shower came on and Sherri giggled. 

As Clyde showered and groomed, she’d made up the bed for herself and her mom, the air mattress for Robyn and Devon, and the sofa for her father. Terry would be taking the couch in the entertainment room and Clyde would take the floor--Sherri even made a spot for him. Baby Princess would stay in a mini-crib in the room with Robyn and Devon, and little DJ and his uncle TJ would take the living room sofa. It was all a tight squeeze, but it all excited Sherri to her core. 

She burned candles in each space to make them welcoming--the cinnamon smell (with hints of vanilla). She’d washed every sheet and blanket they owned (and the ones she went out and bought, too). When she was satisfied with the looks of the rooms and their overall atmosphere, she went downstairs to heat up some leftovers from dinner with the Cookes. 

Clyde and Sherri ate in front of the television. Then, they tidied up and stretched out under a blanket on the sofa--patiently awaiting the arrival of the Simmons/Miller brood. 

“We’re gonna be in separate rooms for four whole nights...” Clyde suddenly said. With Sherri resting against his chest, he began to fondle her breast. 

“Is that too long for you, Baby?” Sherri teased.

“Mm-hmm...” he hummed over her head. He gave the breast a hard squeeze. 

“Well...what are you gonna do about it?”

Clyde grunted and pulled away from Sherri, causing her to nearly fall over, but he stopped her and pushed her down on the sofa. Suddenly, Sherri squealed.

“DJ is gonna be sleepin’ on here, Baby!” she said.

“We done already fucked all over this couch, Babygirl.”

“I know, but it’s gonna be fresh. And we just cleaned it...”

Clyde sighed and rested his back against the sofa. Then, he stood up, took Sherri’s hand, and pulled her into the dining room. 

“I reckon it’ll be easier to clean your cum off the hardwood floor,” he said, bending Sherri over the dining room table.

“What about yours?” she asked as he pulled down her pajama pants. 

“I don’t plan on spillin’ nothin’. It’s goin’ all up in there tonight, Babygirl.”

“Mmm. All of it?”

Clyde knelt behind her and planted kisses on her thighs. “Every drop.”

____________________

Crystal Donna Logan was conceived on this night. 

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Forbidden Fruit

Clyde gets a little Christmas shopping done.

Content: A little fluffy and light. Implications of impending smuttiness. Note: I’m sorry that I’ve been skipping days, y’all. Things have just been busy for me. 

Sundays and Mondays were typically Clyde’s days off. He didn’t mind dragging out of bed if the other bartenders couldn’t come in, but Mr. Strafford preferred that Clyde be the very last resort--Clyde had a beautiful wife he needed to be with as much as possible. And he kept family in mind when it came to all of his employees, not just Clyde.

Clyde woke up well before sunrise on this particular Monday--just eleven days until Christmas Day. As Sherri caught the last hour of her slumber, Clyde started a breakfast that was sure to make her sleepy by the time she got to work--buttermilk biscuits from scratch, a simple omelet with bacon, cheese, and green onions, and some fried potatoes. They ate together from about five to 5:30, when Sherri left for work. Clyde went back to sleep, woke up again at about 8, and started his day.

“Suck my cockiness, lick my persuasion! Eat my words and then swallow your pride down, down...”

“Um...good mornin’...” Clyde mumbled, walking up to the cash register desk.

“Good morning,” the cashier responded, smiling at the big, hunky man before him. “How may I help you today?”

“I’m tryin’ to find somethin’ for my wife. Some kind of balls?” Clyde said, his cheeks turning pink. He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Kegal balls?” the cashier asked, amused at Clyde’s embarrassment. 

“I think so. She called ‘em ben-somethin’.”

The cashier nodded, walked around the register, and guided Clyde to the section. “Ben-wa balls. Also known as kegel balls and a whole bunch of other names.”

“Thank you,” Clyde said. 

“Let me know if you need help with anything else.”

“I will, thank you.”

“Get some nice balls and go,” Clyde thought to himself as he scanned the colorful contraptions. 

About an hour later, he walked out of Forbidden Fruit...

...with two bags.

_____________________ *Forbidden Fruit is a random name I chose. There’s no store (that I know of) in Norfolk with this name.  So what did Clyde buy, you ask? Ben-wa balls Deep throat spray (He doesn’t want his Babygirl bruisin’ her throat every time she pleasures him) Heart-shaped butt plug Cut-out teddy Stiletto sandals (that she’d probably fall over in, but who said she’d be walking in them?)

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Fried Turkey: A Dramatic Saga (2)

The saga continues. Or rather, it takes a trip back in time... Clyde x Sherri Series Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020 (Tag) Content: Angst; sadness/memories; separation; mention of divorce; back-story; cheating; mid-life crisis (kinda)

December 2007

It had been about two months since Terry and Ramona Simmons sat down and told their children--Robyn, Sherri, and TJ--they were separating. 21, 19, and 15 respectively. Still young--but old enough, right to handle it?

One could go through any photo album on either side of the family and find at least a handful of pictures of Terry and ‘Mona together. There were numerous photos from the night of their prom and many throughout the rest of their “best” and most memorable decade--Terry with the part on the side of his head, like a member of New Edition. Ramona with the flat wrap and bangs like Janet Jackson--belly full with Sherri. Terry loved Ramona. But in the last few years of their marriage, Terry was beginning to envision a life outside of Ramona.

Terry and Ramona were supposed to save money and move out of West Virginia. Both of them had agreed upon this plan. They married at 20, moved in with Ramona’s parents, and Robyn came two years later. Ramona started taking birth control, but one time, that “slight chance of it not working” proved itself to be true. Soon, a move out of West Virginia became "a move out of Ramona’s parents’ house” and Sherri came along. Terry got swept into the big search for new miners in Boone--about forty miles outside of Charleston--and he took his blossoming family to the “promised land” made of coal. 

Terry had found contentment in his family--his high school sweetheart; his eldest child and first daughter--reserved and observant; his middle child and last daughter--quick-witted and joyous; his youngest child and only son--enterprising and fiery. But he never stopped dreaming of something more. The Big Apple? The “Black Mecca”, Atlanta? Hollywood, where the streets are paved with gold? He’d even settle for D.C., with all of its traffic and politics. 

Ramona was content, too. While Baby Boomer and Gen-X women were being lauded for being their mothers’ wildest dreams (or nightmares)--kicking ass in corporate America--Ramona was bewitched by “new baby smells” and little booties. Soon, a domestic life filled to the brim with big Sunday dinners, weekly batches of lemonade, and evenings on the porch listening to the crickets and cicadas--it all didn’t sound so bad. Terry loved his wife’s cooking and her lemonade--but why couldn’t they have both? Were there no kitchens in cities bubbling over with more opportunity?

When his children got older and needed him less, he found time to explore old interests. He never knew exactly what kind of job he wanted to retire from when he turned 65. He loved everything. “I could be an architect. I could design cars. I could be Prince’s other bodyguard. I could own a business. I could, I could, I could...I could’ve, I could’ve, I could’ve...” 

“Let’s move,” he suggested to Ramona, days after her 40th birthday.

“Move where?” she asked playfully--still his dimple-cheeked prom date. 

“I don’t know. Atlanta. New York. Miami.”

Ramona laughed. “Baby, I think our time to be traveling teeny-boppers has passed.”

Terry didn’t believe that. He refused to. He tried. God knows he did. But he couldn’t. He held onto the illusion of adulthood for as long as he could--or, until the rubber band in his mind stretched enough to snap in half. 

Eventually, he went on his own excursions throughout Boone and West Virginia--then into Virginia and Kentucky and North Carolina... He went to concerts and on road trips with friends, with Ramona, and sometimes alone. And Ramona was okay with it. She understood and knew her husband. But when he started coming home later and later after work--and one night, smelling of something more than beer, cigarettes, or the familiar scents of his friends--she knew that a new map needed to be drawn immediately. She suggested a compromise. 

Terry suggested a divorce.

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About two months after the announcement, Terry picked his second child up from North Carolina Central University for the Christmas holiday. The kids never knew all of the details. They didn’t know that another woman had come into the picture. But they knew that their father didn’t want to be with their mother (or even in the house) anymore--and that was all they needed to watch their father become their villain.

Terry picked his 19-year old up from college for the second December in a row--the first without his wife in the passenger’s seat and his son in the back. Robyn had been on her own since she was 18--being lucky enough to have found a job (and a roommate) at the DMV. But Sherri never spoke more than two or three words to her father the entire five-hour drive. 

He’d long ago made peace with no longer having Ramona in his life. But he would have never guessed that he’d lose his children, too.

“I’ve got a nice turkey in the freezer just waitin’ to be fried up,” Terry said, breaking the silence after an hour. 

Sherri shifted in her seat, eyes still focused on the novel she was reading. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yep. I figured since I didn’t do it for Thanksgiving, I could get back into the swing of it for Christmas at your Grandma’s. I promise to make sure you and your brother and sister...” Terry paused. “...and your mama...get a nice lil’ stack of slices. How’s that sound?”

Sherri turned the page. 

“Sounds fine.”

Terry glanced over at the passenger’s seat. Eyes on her book, Sherri’s body was scrunched and curled, and leaning as close to her door as possible.

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Holiday Eats: Clyde & Sherri’s Faves

Clyde and Sherri tell us about their favorite holiday eats/drinks! (US/Southern US-centric) Clyde x Sherri Series Clyde x Sherri 25 Days of Christmas (tag: Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020)

SHERRI LOGAN

Beverage - Apple Cider It’s a favorite year ‘round. But there’s nothin’ like the scent of apples, cinnamon, and cloves fillin’ your home in December. Or October and November, for that matter. Soup or Salad - Clyde’s Chili  The official name for it is “Hot Damn” chili. Take one bite and your sinuses are cleared for the rest of your life. Entrée - Ham The traditional Christmas ham.  Side Dish - Macaroni and Chese Mac and cheese. A life long favorite. Clyde’s in love with my recipe, but my Grandma Joyce made the absolute best macaroni and cheese. Dessert - Cheesecake, Fudge, Red Velvet Cupcakes Cheesecake, Fudge, and Turtles Oh, gosh. This is a tough one. I’m going to have to pick more than one. I’ll say three: cheesecake, Clyde’s fudge, and red velvet cupcakes. I say cupcakes because they’re not quite the same as the whole cake. I can’t put my finger on it. You know what, no--I take that back. Scratch the cupcakes. My Auntie Vi used to make homemade turtles--you know the chocolates with the pecans? She’s gone now, but I think about those things every year. 

CLYDE LOGAN

Beverage - Egg Nog It’s a classic. You just gotta have it. Soup or Salad - Sherri’s New England Clam Chowder Sherri’s clam chowder. She makes it New England style and it’s so good. She’s heavy on the clam and even throws in some bacon for me.  Entrée - Ham Ham. That’s one of the first things I go for. Nothin’ like a good ol’ slice of honey ham on a roll. My mouth’s waterin’ just thinkin’ about it.

Side Dish - Macaroni and Cheese Sherri’s mac and cheese. Hands down. I could eat it straight out the dish.  Dessert - (Sherri/Grandma ‘Dell’s) Sweet Potato Pie  Sweet Potato Pie. Sherri uses her grandmama’s recipe and it’s some kinda good. 

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Shed: 2AM (I)

Content: Longing; love/lust; fluff; Christmas; family; food mentions Characters:  Clyde & Sherri Sherri’s parents: Terry and Ramona Sherri’s siblings: Robyn (sister), Devon (BIL), Terry Jr (TJ - her brother) Devon Jr (DJ - her nephew), Princess (her niece)

Pies were baked. Certain meats and veggies were cleaned, seasoned--some things cooked. The tree was up--the six-foot artificial Douglas fir covered with blue and gold bulbs, also sprayed with artificial snow. The tree skirt was white and fluffy, also like snow. A simple star emitted a white glow at the top of the tree. Bellies were nice and full from simple sandwiches, and the house quiet. Terry and Ramona took little swipes at each other. Clyde and Sherri exchanged loving looks. TJ checked items off his work to-do list (despite being begged not to), and Robyn and Devon wrestled with their energetic children. 

Clyde loved seeing Sherri in her element--around her family. Laughing, recounting old events--bossing her baby brother around a little. It stirred up something in him. Lust, yes. But something more. Assurance.

He had no doubts about his wife. Not a single doubt. It was himself that he doubted sometimes. Wondering if he deserved Sherri. Sometimes, coming to the conclusion that he didn’t. But he had to remember that she chose him as much he chose her. When they broke up a few years ago, it was her that came back to him. 

But something about seeing her with family made him realize--whether he deserved her or not--he needed her. Not in movie drama way. But in a “love song” kind of way. There was a difference. She was the kind of girl the Motown songwriters wrote about. Who men like Nat “King” Cole and Tony Bennett sang about. Sherri was home.

And he felt an urge. An urge they both shared, that went beyond simple horniness. Sometimes they’d feel it just sitting on the sofa, watching television together. Or sitting at the dining table eating slices of pizza. Clyde felt the urge to work on the next Logan. To give Sadie, DJ, and Princess a little cousin.

Clyde: Shed. 2AM.  The Simmons-Logan-Miller family was packed on the sofa and the hardwood floor, watching It’s a Wonderful Life, when Clyde disappeared to the bathroom. Sherri smiled at her phone and put the screen face down.  ____________________ 2:00AM Clyde’s alarm went off, but he didn’t need it. He was wide awake--in various ways. He quickly turned the alarm off and looked up at the sofa. Oh.

Terry wasn’t there. 

Clyde panicked a little, but walked out of the entertainment room. Then, Sherri tiptoed out of their bedroom... ____________________ To be continued tomorrow morning... MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, and all that good stuff, y’all!

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Clyde x Sherri’s Christmas Playlist

Even though it took a little tugging on Clyde’s collar, our favorite Logans have compiled a list of their Top 20 Christmas songs. 

(In no particular order - just alphabetical)

1. Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) - Darlene Love* “Song be havin’ you miss ya sweetheart even if you ain’t got one.” - Clyde 2. All I Want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey  3. Christmas in Hollis - Run-D.M.C.

4. Christmastime is Here (Instrumental) - Vince Guaraldi Trio ”It’s just so beautiful. The version with the chorus is gorgeous, too. But this one rarely gets any play. I don’t know if this is gonna make sense, but the instrumental version is like the vocal version has grown up and has a mortgage and children and a wine cellar.” - Sherri  5. Do You Hear What I Hear? - Whitney Houston 6. Frosty the Snowman - The Ronettes 7. Have a Holly Jolly Christmas - Burl Ives “This one always makes me think about my mama and the Rudolph movie. The animated one? It was my mama’s favorite Christmas movie. Since she was a little girl, she told us.” - Clyde 8. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Judy Garland 9. “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” - Bing Crosby 10. Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms 11. Last Christmas - Wham! 12. Let It Snow - Boyz II Men & Brian McKnight 13. O Holy Night - Mariah Carey 14. Run Rudolph Run - Chuck Berry  15. Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt “This song is special to me for rated X reasons. Sherri knows.” - Clyde 16. Santa Claus is Coming to Town - The Jackson 5 17. Sleigh Ride - TLC 18. The Christmas Song - Nat “King” Cole 19. This Christmas - Donny Hathaway  “It’s a Christmas song. A love song. And one of the greatest soul songs ever recorded, period. Forget about it being a Christmas song.” - Sherri  20. Winter Wonderland - Aretha Franklin “Leave it up to Aretha Franklin to turn a song inside out and flip it on its head.” - Sherri 

* The only song not in alphabetical order because Clyde and Sherri both agree that it’s their favorite. [Listen on Spotify - songs in order of the ~vibes~ lol] Clyde x Sherri series Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020 (Tag)

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Clyde x Sherri’s Christmas Tree

No more tabletop or pencil trees! Clyde and Sherri are going for big and bountiful this year! Clyde x Sherri Series Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020 (Tag)

Clyde and Sherri have bought their Christmas tree! It’s still in the box and they’re waiting for the arrival of Sherri’s family (December 23rd) to decorate it. How will the Logan-Simmons family deck this 6-foot beauty? Bulbs? Garland? Candy canes? Popcorn? Should they top it with an angel or a star? And what about the skirt?

Whatever they decide, we know it’ll give the Rockefeller Center’s Christmas tree a run for its money! [Christmas Tree] (Walmart Link)

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Fried Turkey: A Dramatic Saga

Clyde and Sherri’s Christmas dinner menu is about to hit a hiccup...

Clyde x Sherri Series Clyde x Sherri’s 25 Days of Christmas (Tag: Clyde x Sherri Xmas 2020)

Content Warning: Angst (Silly angst); argument with parent; mentions of food, mentions of meat; mentions of separation. 

“Hello, there,” Sherri said, voice dripping with merry, snowflakes, and all that sweet Christmas stuff. The sound of her voice made Clyde glance up from his sweeping. He looked back down when she realized she was on the phone. 

“I’m doin’ fine, and you?” she continued.

“Um, what about it?...Well, Dad, you haven’t fried the turkey for our family in years, I didn’t--”

Uh oh.

Clyde stopped sweeping and stared into the kitchen. In addition to Ms. Ramona’s ham, the Simmons-Logan-Miller family intended to have a fried turkey for Christmas dinner, and Clyde was going to fry it. 

Terry Simmons started frying the family’s Thanksgiving and Christmas turkeys almost every year since Sherri was about 14. When Terry and Ramona split, he continued frying them, but more so for his side of the family. Every year since, he’d either bring a few slices to Ramona’s house (when Sherri and TJ still lived there), or Sherri and her siblings would make their way to their paternal family gatherings. This year, the Simmons’ (her father included) were coming to Norfolk for Christmas, and the meats were immediately assigned: ham by Ramona, chicken wings by Robyn, and Clyde would introduce his own fried turkey.

“Nobody even asked me,” Terry said over the phone.

“Well, I’m sorry, Dad. Clyde wanted to do it and seeing as he’s...”

“Has he ever fried a turkey before?”

“Yes, he has--”

“If he wants to fry it, he can fry it, Sherri,” Clyde said, coming into the kitchen for the dustpan. Sherri put up her hand and shook her head.

“Dad, we’ll have plenty of dishes we’ll need to make. You can do a potato salad or some greens. Nobody’s called dibs on any of the side dishes, yet. Well, except the macaroni and cheese.”

Clyde went back into the living room to slide the gathered dust and dirt into the dustpan.

“Butch Cassidy can’t cook a side dish?” Terry asked.

“Clyde can, but he wanted to fry the turkey.”

“I don’t see why he can’t do anything else, Sherri.”

“And I don’t see why you can’t, Dad. Look, Dad--no disrespect, but Clyde is the man of this house. He wants to fry the turkey--he’s gonna fry the turkey, okay?”

“Sherri, he can--” Clyde interjected, but Sherri raised her hand and turned her back to him.

“Alright, Sherri.”

“Alright, Dad. Goodbye.”

Sherri hung up the phone and returned to loading the dishwasher.

“Me, Mama, Robyn, and TJ have prepared a decade’s worth of holiday meals without him, now all of a sudden he wants to feel left out?” Sherri asked out loud. She yanked the dishwasher door up and slammed it closed.

“You should have just let him fry it, Sherri,” Clyde said, carrying the dustpan into the kitchen.

“No,” Sherri insisted. “This is our house. And this is our first Christmas in our house. Not his.” 

Sherri turned on the dishwasher. “We put together our Christmas menu and the first thing you said you wanted to make was what?”

Clyde sighed and wrapped his arm around Sherri’s waist. “It doesn’t matter, Babygirl. I can make a dessert.”

Sherri narrowed her eyes at Clyde and folded her arms. Then, Clyde kissed her on the cheek.

“I’m gonna get ready for work. Call your dad and tell him he can fry the turkey.”

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Do you think Sherri called her Dad back? Lol

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Shed: 2AM (Final)

Good morning, everybody! Merry Christmas, to you Christmas/Holiday/Yule celebrators. Hope you’re in the mood a little chuckle!

Previously

“...your dad isn’t in there,” Clyde whispered. Sherri raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. “Mama went to the bathroom, I think.” Clyde and Sherri peeped at the bathroom door--both of them noticing that no light was coming through the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor. They tiptoed down the stairs. More darkness. Only the light from the Christmas tree star. “Maybe they went for a drive,” Clyde suggested. Sherri peeped out of the window. “All of the cars are still here...”

Clyde and Sherri gave each other a long look. 

“Maybe they’re havin’ a talk in the shed. Your dad likes to talk in the shed, apparently,” Clyde said. 

Sherri nodded. “Maybe so.” 

Sherri’s heart began to pound, worried that something was terrible was wrong. “Let’s see.”

Clyde led the way. They marched through the kitchen and out of the back door. No light came from the shed. Clyde scratched his head and Sherri folded her arms. 

“This is odd. Maybe they went for a walk,” said Sherri. 

“Let’s give them a call and make sure.”

Clyde gently held Sherri’s elbow, and as they made their way back to the house, they heard muffled sounds echoing from the shed. They froze and Sherri looked up at Clyde.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yeah,” Clyde answered. 

Clyde and Sherri Logan walked toward the shed. The closer they got, the more they could feel a “presence” nearby. Clyde turned the knob, and suddenly, they heard yelps and grumbles.

“Don’t come in!” Ramona shouted. “Shit!” Terry whispered.

“Ma? Dad?!” Sherri called. She made out the figures moving around in the dark. And got a quick whiff of the air. 

“Sherri, Baby, it’s--” Terry started.

Sherri grimaced and stepped away from the door. “Oh, my God!”

“Oh, my God. We beg your pardon,” Clyde mumbled, as he quickly closed the door. 

Clyde yanked his wife out of the place she’d become stuck in and pulled her toward the house. 

“Oh my God. OH my God. OHMYGOD. Oh my God!” she cried.

“I’m so sorry, Babygirl.”

“Ughhhh!” Sherri exclaimed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth in disgust. She stomped her feet and shook her head, hoping to erase this new visual from her mind. 

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Clyde and Sherri will be back in January 2021!

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Burgundy Dress

Clyde x Sherri 25 Days of Christmas More Clyde x Sherri FUN FACT: This predates my Clyde x Sherri series! I wrote this as a “Clyde Logan x Black Female Reader” fic way back in early May!  Content: Fluff; couple cuteness; a lil’ sexy commentary. This actually came out of a prompt list. I lost the list but I know the number I chose was “I’d fuck you from behind but then I wouldn’t get to see those pretty eyes.”

“Christmastime is here…we’ll be drawing near…oh, that we could always see, such spirit through the year…”

Sherri stood in the mirror pulling a piece of yarn together to pull her coils into the perfect puff on top of her head. She smiled at its perfection and examined her body. Her burgundy sweater dress hugged her in all the so-called “right” places. She smiled at herself, and at the sound of the Christmas music humming from her phone. Then, Clyde stepped into her peripheral. She glanced at him.

“How do I look?” he asked. Before she could open her mouth, Clyde’s eyebrows came together, and his mouth formed into a “ooh”. Then, he bit his lip. She looked him over. He wore a navy sweater, dark jeans, and black dress shoes. He’d combed his usual side part in his head.    “You look sharp, baby,” she responded, ignoring his silent commentary. She opened her drawer and pulled out a bottle of facial cleanser. Then, she reached under the sink and grabbed some cotton balls. She hadn’t planned to put a lot of makeup on, but changed her mind at the last minute. Sherri really didn’t want to go, but who was she to turn down Secret Santa and free food? She’d been a receptionist at Busy Bees Daycare for just over a month, and this was going to be her first company dinner with the staff. Sherri pumped face cleanser into her cotton ball and looked over at Clyde. He was staring at her with heart eyes, making her blush. “You look so good, baby,” he said, leaning into the door frame. “Thank you Honeybunch,” she responded, rubbing circles over her face. “You say that no matter how look.” She glanced at him with a doubtful smirk, slow blinked over lowered eyes, and looked back in the mirror. Clyde grunted and pulled himself off the door frame. “‘Cause you always look good,” he said. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Then, he bent down to kiss her neck. “Mmm. You smell good, too.” He planted more kisses on her neck. “Are you tryna start somethin’, Clyde?” she asked. “Mm-hmm…” She giggled and opened her drawer again and pulled out a bottle of toner and some moisturizer. “Stop it, now! We’ve got a dinner to get to.” Clyde ran his fingers up and down her waist, then down to her hips—lips never leaving her neck. Then, the kisses turned to sweet sucks. There was a twitch between Sherri’s thighs. “Clyyyyyyyyde…” Clyde giggled into her neck. “Real quick, Babygirl. Real quick, I promise.” Sherri let Clyde turn her around. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re so bad.” “Mmm…” he groaned between a kiss. He pressed his lips down onto hers and let slipped his tongue inside. Then, with one arm, he hoisted her up, took a step to the right, and placed her down on the counter-top. “I’d fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn’t get to see those pretty eyes,” he mumbled. “Oh, Clyde…” she mumbled. “You’re really on one tonight, ain’t you?” She ran her fingers down Clyde’s chest, and he rubbed her bare thighs before slipping his fingers under her dress.    “The snow is snowing…the wind is blowing…but I can weather the storm…what do I care, how much it may storm? I’ve got my love to keep me warm…” ____________________

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