Pink's Adventures in Polyamory

Sunday, December 04, 2005

I am missing Mr. Danger today.

I woke up this Sunday morning, a little bit chilly, and saw the beautiful snow falling outside. I snuggled up against my girl, who was still snoring softly. I love waking up next to my wife every morning, being able to snuggle up to her still slumbering body, to curl against its warmth.

This morning, I thought about the other arms that I wished were here to keep me warm. Mr. Danger’s been busy lately, and we’ve been missing him. We were lucky to be able to have a wonderful dinner with him this past week, but it was so hard to let go when I hugged him goodbye, wanting to feel protected by those strong arms just a little bit longer. Both brat and I have been very stressed out lately, and he always makes me feel a bit calmer, more relaxed.

Once, when it was just Mr. Danger and me, I freaked out, as I am wont to do, about driving a route I was unfamiliar with. He made me pull over to the side of the road, put his hand on top of mine, looked me in the eyes, and explained the directions to me slowly and calmly. I felt my breathing slow down, my panic subsiding. Then he leaned over and kissed me. In that moment, early in the times we have spent together, I knew he was a good person, and one that I wanted to have around.

It is an interesting relationship the three of us have developed over the past few months. He is a good, kind man, who takes us out to dinners, cooks us breakfasts, who knows how to tend to my brat, who knows how to make me the good kind of nervous. I enjoy the time we spend with him. I’ve always been an overly effusive person towards the people I care about, and I’ve found myself holding back quite a bit with this man, not wanting to scare him off, and also not wanting to open myself up to hurt. I had experienced enough of that for one year. But I do care about him, and I know he cares about me, and about my brat. It’s a nice feeling. I’m glad he took a chance on getting to know us.

Now it’s snowing and cold, and brat and I are stressing over work, and we’re just having tea for breakfast rather than one of his magical culinary concoctions. I wish he was here for a snuggle, a spanking, some distraction… ;)

Perhaps next weekend. A girl can only hope.