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Simon:

Not many people know my lover. They take Brian at face value, never bothering to look beneath the surface. All they see is an intelligent, handsome man, dressed in expensively tailored suits. In fact, several have assumed that he comes from a wealthy background... a socialite playing at being a cop.

How wrong they are.

Brian came from a very poor background, poverty level almost. He was four years old when his father was killed in Vietnam. Having no family of her own, it was a constant struggle for his mother to keep food on the table. By the age of nine, Brian was working odd jobs to help ease the financial burden. To say, my lover had a hard life is putting it mildly.

And I think that is one reason Brian is so enthusiastic about the holidays. He never had the opportunity to celebrate them with all the trimmings. Just the other day, I found out, quite by accident, that my lover has never been given an Easter basket.

Can you imagine that? Going through your entire childhood without the pleasure of discovering a basket full of goodies waiting for you on Easter morning? It breaks my heart.

And that is why I am sitting here in a dark kitchen, creating the biggest and best Easter basket in the whole world.

I've got candy eggs... stuffed and solid, all different flavors. I've got rabbits... white and dark chocolate, with all the ears intact, thank you! Plus those god-awful marshmallow chicks-Peeps, I think they're called. And jellybeans... tons of jellybeans.

Of course, I have an ulterior motive for the abundance of jellybeans. I won't go into details but close your eyes and imagine a trail of those colorful candies leading to my.... Get the picture? A certain part of my anatomy certainly does.

Besides sweets, I've managed to crowd several stuffed animals in the basket. A big blue bunny with a naughty smile is stuck right in the middle. In his lap is a pair of those kissing bears that were around during Valentines. I had bought two of the boy bears, only to find they wouldn't kiss each other! Something to do with the magnets. Personally, I think it was a homophobic plot on Hallmark's part.

Lucky for me, I have a very talented, not to mention romantic, mother who knows how to use a needle and thread. She was able to fix the problem, and even went as far as embroidering our respective names on the bears' sweaters. Brian's gonna love 'em.

Just like my mom, I'm also a romantic at heart... a big old softy according to Brian. I bought a whole bunch of those plastic eggs and filled them with love notes. It took me almost a full week to finish that project. I had to write them on the sly and then get Blair to help me print each one on special paper. If I had known how difficult it was to fold one hundred love notes, stuff them in those damn eggs and then find room for them in this basket, I might have been less romantic.

Nah. Brian deserves all the romance and love I can give him.

Now... this basket wouldn't be complete without a few naughty items hidden underneath all that get- everywhere-but-where-you-want-it artificial grass. It wasn't easy but I managed to find a bright pink butt plug, a purple dildo and a yellow fur covered cock ring. Can't wait to see that last one circling my lover's most magnificent erection. I wonder if it's going to tickle my nose when I....

Shit! I think I hear Brian waking up.

Brian:

My lover smiles at me as he crawls back into bed after going to the bathroom. I return his smile with a kiss and then yawn, pretending to be drowsy. Draping myself across his naked body, I cuddle close to Simon and wait for him to fall back asleep.

Simon is just gonna love my Easter tradition. I went shopping and found a fake fur thong with a bunny tail attached to it. I can't wait to sashay my ass in front of him. I'm sure he'll trip over his jaw on the way to nailing my tail to the floor. Let's make that bed. Don't want him hurting himself.

I also stopped by Wal-Mart yesterday and bought an enormous amount of candy. I do so enjoy eating my way through the holidays, especially if the banquet is spread across my lover's sexy body. And spread is exactly what I'll be doing shortly.

You may not know this... but I absolutely love marshmallow cream. I purchased several jars of the smooth sweetness and spent last night adding food color to it. Let's see... I have green and pink and blue and yellow. Shoot! I'll need to make some orange if I plan on painting Simon's giant... carrot!

After I finish licking my lover clean, I plan to turn myself into an Easter egg hunt. I've been practicing with these little chocolate eggs, tucking them here and there on my body. Simon was an excellent detective before he made captain; I'm sure he'll discover all of my hiding places.

Finally... he's asleep. Operation Easter Lust is a go!

I carefully ease out of bed and tiptoe down the hallway to the kitchen where my stash is hidden.

What's this?

An enormous Easter basket is sitting on the kitchen table... and it has my name on it.

My legs go weak in disbelief and I reach for the nearest chair. I've never had anyone give me an Easter basket. Not in my entire life. We couldn't afford it when I was little. I was lucky if I got one of those chocolate rabbits, much less anything else.

I can't believe Simon did this for me. How did he know?

Ignoring the tears on my face, I stare at the basket for several minutes, completely stunned by my lover's thoughtfulness. There's a huge stuffed bunny sitting in the middle of the basket and I find myself smiling at him. His grin reminds me of my lover when he's in a wicked mood.

Oh, Simon. You have no idea what this means to me.

For some reason, my hand is trembling as I pull on the lopsided bow that's holding the cellophane wrapping in place. It comes undone and dozens of colorful plastic eggs spill onto the table. A pink one has fallen apart and I find a note from Simon inside.

I love how you blush when I kiss you in public. It only makes me want to kiss you more.

My heart melts as I read my lover's words. Simon. You old softy.

I crack open another egg.

When I slide inside your body, I feel the heat of your love surround me. I wish I could stay inside of you forever.

Me too, Simon. Me too.

A purple egg tries to roll off the table and I grab for it. Like a child on Christmas morning, I eagerly open my presents.

Your smile is the sunshine of my life. It warms my soul.

Soon, I am surrounded by Simon's notes, each one an expression of his love for me. A hand touches my cheek and I find myself gazing into the eyes of my mate. I try to speak, try to convey how much this gift means to me.

Simon gathers me in his arms and hugs me tight. He doesn't need to hear my words; my tears and my kisses tell him everything I cannot say.

We stay snuggled in each other's arms for quite sometime. Simon feeds me candy while he reads his love notes out loud. I hug my kissing bears and admire the fuzzy cock ring my lover has wrapped around my dick. I sneak a hand toward a bag of jellybeans but Simon grabs it up and tucks it out of reach. He says I have to wait 'til later for those. Hmmmm.

A glance at the clock and Simon reminds me that we are going to church with his parents. I sigh happily and slide off my gentle giant's lap. We slowly make our way back to the bedroom, pausing every few feet to kiss and touch each other.

Simon pulls me into his arms before I can head to the bathroom to take my shower. He smiles at me and asks, "Tiger? Why are there so many jars of marshmallow cream in the fridge?"

I pat his cheek and grin, imaging that purple dildo covered in the yellow cream. "You'll see, Simon. You'll see."

End A Basket of Love by Angelise: angelise7@hotmail.com

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