Halloween Fantasy
"We have Lady Bela Dimitrescu at home."
It’s Halloween night.
Small lamps and decorations light every corner of the house.
Between the black and the orange, the candy fills the empty spaces. The trail of caramel leads into the kitchen, where we are carving pumpkins.
You’ve poured yourself into a black lace dress that covers every part of your body but your naked chest, which is bathed in blood and bold scratch marks. Around them, your cursed necklace. There’s a sight of your dark stockings underneath your dress and I think to myself how refined, beautiful and irresistible you look in your Lady Bela cosplay.
You kiss the back of my neck while I’m washing the knives in the sink. Once I finish, I find you in the dining room and kiss you on the cheek.
Next to the jack-o'-lanterns we arrange, there are candles all over the table, popping and crackling just like the logs of a fireplace would. And as if the chocolates weren’t enough, the liquor that topped our cranberry juice made our punch poisonously delicious, just like the witches’ brew. Did I mention our pumpkin pie? Homemade with love.
After a most romantic dinner, you let your fingertips trace my hand, which, in that costume, would be scary if it wasn’t so sweet. When you smile, I’m swept off my feet and my heart celebrates once again.
We spend the rest of our movie night cuddling on the couch under a large fluffy blanket. You guide my hand across your thighs, which leads to slowly eating you with kisses, which leads to something more.
In the background, the TV’s playing a classic horror film, Child’s Play. The movie ends with our hearts lying on top of each other, pounding with the same rhythm.
We romanticize our home. We romanticize our life. It’s all peaceful when it’s you and I.
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