After our shower I was ready for breakfast. Ann had beaten me downstairs, and as I descended the staircase, I could smell the distinct aroma of pancakes coming from the kitchen. Arriving into the kitchen, Ann looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, she looked fantastic in everything, even this morning in simple red sweatpants, and red t-shirt, topping off her look was a Santa style hat, very appropriate for this morning I thought.
"Morning Santa, I don't have to ask what's for breakfast!" I said cheerily.
"Your favorite, blueberry pancakes" she responded.
Damn I love this woman. I thought to myself as I settled into a chair at the table and poured myself some orange juice. The pancakes slide in front of me seconds later, after Ann had made a plate for herself we began eating together.
"So what prompted last night?" I asked casually, trying to avoid my obvious excited reaction to one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life.
"Well," she paused for a long time; searching for the right words her eyes didn't break my stare before she continued. "You've been so good to me this year, I mean, with me changing jobs, all the crap with my sister, and my dad's health problems, you've been my 'rock'. I couldn't have made it emotionally through the year without you. Truthfully, I've never had anyone care about me as selflessly as you do."
That was a lot to take in this early in the morning. But I continued to listen intently.
"You've supported me in ways that no one else was able to. You've done things far and above what I could ever ask of anyone. Because of that, I feel secure with you, I feel safe. That security has gotten rid of any inhibitions I might have had, and I want to make you happy. I want to try new things with you, and experience new places, and..." she smirked "new people". That last comment was directed at Alison, the waitress from my birthday, who joined us in our bed last night. She was a present for me from Ann for Christmas, and what a gift last night turned out to be. From Ann's reaction, she clearly had no second thoughts about last night and that was a relief.
She returned to eating, as I thought about my response. This was probably the greatest compliment I could receive from her. I needed to say something but words seem to fall short.
"Sweetheart I can't possibly respond to that effectively. The way I feel about you transcends the words that describe feelings. All I can say to you is that you are also my rock, and while you have shared that I've been there for you, know that you have also been there for me. I also feel safe with you, I feel comfortable completely turning myself over to you, and I love you very much. If last night is any indication of how intense our feelings are for each other, I look forward to every single day with you."
Whew, I hope I got my point across. She just looked at me for a long time, smiling. I think it was enough. We finished our breakfast, I cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher and we headed to the Christmas tree, where I had a surprise or two for Ann as well.
To my own surprise there was a huge box under our tree amongst the other much smaller packages. We sat down and I handed her my first gift for her. She opened it and was happy with the new shirt and jeans I bought for her. She handed me my first, also a new pair of jeans.
'Typical' I thought, we both got the boring presents first, saving the best for last. We continued to open the few gifts we had purchased for each other until her wound up with just two left. The big package for me; another ultra small one was for her. I handed hers to her; she began to unwrap it, when she realized it was a jewelry box she got more excited.
She smiled at me, and then directed her attention to the red velvety box in her palm, opened it, and squealed as if she just had an orgasm. She leaped onto the couch with me, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. "I Love them!' she exclaimed.
