Delicious - 4. Faris and James Do Halloween

Prompt 454 – Creative
Tag – List of Word
Use the following in a story – costume, candy apple, big dog, a large bowl, and a broken mask

Faris and James Do Halloween

“James … James!”

I heard my name, and a few moments later it was whispered again. This time it was accompanied some ‘accidental’ bed shaking. Okay, enough!

“Faris, stop it! I’m sleeping.” I pulled my pillow around my ears.

“But James we need to talk!” Faris shifted position and lay down beside me. “It’s important.”

I’m nearly 100% sure it’s not important. Not even a little.

Groaning, I turned over to face him. He grinned at me.

Faris was the Cheshire Cat’s top student.

“What time is it?” I raised myself slightly in an effort to see the clock.

“It’s 6:30, James.” Faris dropped a muscular and sexy arm over my waist and pulled me close. “I think I know something we could do. Be much more fun than bloody sleeping, James.”

He kissed me and I returned them with equal fervor. Please let him never lose that sexy Scottish accent. Please!

“I thought you wanted to talk?”

He pulled at my pajama bottoms. “Why on God’s green earth do you insist on wearing these?” He pushed them down to my ankles.

“Um, warmth and protection.” But it’s not working right now!

“From what, James?” He caressed my ass.

“You, Faris.”

He grunted and pulled me easily on top of him. “Heat rises, James. Sleep here.”

“Other things rise, too.” I laughed. “That’s the problem.”

“Oh, it’s a problem now, is it? Not what you said last night. No, last night it was ‘Oh Faris give me more your big hot coc –”

I slapped my hand over his mouth. “Okay, Faris! Okay.” I kissed his neck and he held me tighter. He was laughing as he grabbed my ass. But he was quite serious when he gave me more of his big hard –!

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“James … James!”

I heard my name. I was in that lovely – great-sex – afterglow. I thought I’d put up the do-not disturb sign!

Faris was snuggled into my back.

“James, we need to talk.”

“Faris, you needing to talk resulted in some hot fun but no talking.”

“Aye, I know.” He kissed and nibbled my back. “Mmm, James we could do it again.”

“And never talk?”

“Well ...” he mumbled and stroked my thigh. “I guess we’d need to discuss what’s for breakfast.”

I turned over and faced him.

Déjà vu?

“What do we need to talk about, Faris?”

“Halloween, James.”

What? I raised myself on my elbow and looked at him. “You’re actually serious?”

“Of course I am. James, Halloween is serious business.”

It is? Since when?

Oh, this was going to be some conversation; I could feel it in my bones. “Okay, so what is so important?”

“Well, I think this year, instead of hiding up here in bed. We should actually hand out candy to the wee ones.” He blinked at me owlishly with those blue eyes of his. “And I think I need a costume.”

“Don’t I need one, too?"

“Well no, you’ll be handing out candy. I’ll be scaring the little darlings.”

I pulled myself up and leaned against the headboard. “Hmmm, what costume did you have in mind? Dracula?”

Faris moved beside me and put his arm around me. I leaned into him. “No, James. I thought I’d be a headless knight.”

I smiled. Of course you did. “Well, if you want a costume, we better go find one. It’s close to the day, so there won’t be much left, if we’re not careful.”

“Okay, James. Race you to the shower.”

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“We’ll need to get a large bowl, James.” Faris was rooting around in the kitchen. “I don’t think we have one.”

“How big of a bowl do you want?”

“Well big. We’ll have lots of candy.”

“You know you can use a big mixing bowl and refill it.” I leaned on the door. “I mean, what will we do with some giant bowl?”

“Well, we could do the refill option, I suppose. Aye, well, you’ll in charge of that anyway.”

Phew, chalk one up for me.

Larry, our chocolate lab decided to make an entrance. He wagged his tail lazily as he walked to his water bowl to drink. Faris, who was still on the floor, watched Larry raise his head; water was dripping from his jowls.

“James! Oh my God, I’ve just realized that Larry will need a costume.”

“Faris, you have to be joking! What are we going to dress Larry as? He’s a big dog!”

“Oh, I have an idea.” Faris scrambled to his feet and pulled me along the hall. “Let’s get going, James.”

We put on our jackets and locked the house. As we climbed into the car, Faris asked, “Do they do animal costumes at the costume store, James?”

He started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

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“James, how much candy should we buy?”

We were walking through the local mall; it was decorated with pumpkins and ghosts. Faris suddenly pulled me to Charismatic Chocolates. They sold handmade chocolates and other treats.

“Faris we are not buying Halloween candy from here,” I said as I breathed in the delicious smells.

He looked at me as if I were crazy. “Well, of course not. But we can get some for us.”

Faris pulled me to the counter. “Oh, oh! Look. Candy corn, I love candy corn and candy apples and oh, look.” He gestured wildly. “Look at those creamed pumpkins!”

After we’d bought a half-a-hundred weight of candy we continued on to the costume store.

“I’m very sorry, but we don’t have a headless knight costume,” the clerk said.

Faris’ face was priceless; such angst. He recovered quickly though. “What do you have?”

The woman looked at Faris. “Well, you’re tall. I think you’d be able to carry off The Phantom or Frankenstein’s Monster.”

“Oh, well, I’ll look at the Phantom one, please.”

She took it from a rack, handed it to him, and pointed him to the change-room. I walked over with him and waited. He came out dressed in the black suit with white shirt and the long flowing cape. He actually looked amazing with his black longish hair and his height.

I’ll surrender to his kiss … Oh, what the hell. I grabbed Faris and kissed him. He grinned broadly.

I noticed something was missing from the costume though. The mask. “Faris, where is the mask?”

“Broken, James. It’s a broken mask.” He looked disappointed.

“Let’s see.” He handed it to me. It was the usual half-mask worn by most of the musical styled phantoms. “Faris, this is not broken. It’s supposed to just cover half of his face. He covered his disfigured part of his face with the mask. Here try it on.”

He put it on and adjusted it. “So, what do you think, James?”

“It looks really good, babe.”

“You think?”

“Yes I do, Faris.”

He decided it was what he wanted and we returned to the sales counter. “Excuse me Miss, but do you do dog costumes?”

The same woman returned to help us. “Dog costumes? We do have some. Right over here.”

There was a small selection, which included a pumpkin, a dragon, a hot dog and an angel. Faris looked and considered each one.

“Well, Faris?”

“The angel, I think.” Faris held up the costume, complete with wings.

I looked at it. Could I see Larry dressed as an angel? No – not at all. “Are you sure, baby?”

Nodding, Faris said yes.

So we paid for the rentals and headed home.

We hadn’t been in the house for five minutes when Faris decided to have Larry try on his angel costume. Larry stood patiently as Faris put on the white satin blouse, and then the wings which had a halo attached.

Once free however, Larry did his level best to pull it all off. He snapped, twisted, rolled and rubbed along the couch. Faris did nothing but try to catch him, but Larry was faster; he left Faris in his dust.

I finally got Larry to stop by offering him a slice of leftover roast beef. I undressed the dog and put the costume where he couldn’t reach it – either Faris or Larry!

*<>*<>*<>*

Finally it was Halloween. Faris was busy setting up a couple of jack o’ lanterns he’d carved, outside. I put all the candy we’d bought in a couple of big mixing bowls.

The kids started arriving and Faris was happily outside scaring them. Larry, in his now green-stained angel costume, romped around enjoying the kids.

The youngest kids had started to disappear, replaced by teenagers. I was running low on candy. A crowd of teenagers claimed the last of my goodies. I tidied up and put my tables back where they belong.

I thought it was a little bit strange that I hadn’t heard anything from Faris or Larry for a few minutes. I had a quick look outside our door … nothing.

Where are they?

I put on shoes and a jacket and went out into the dark. I made sure I had my keys and locked the door. I wandered down the street; about four houses down when I heard some strange sounds.

It was coming from behind a large hedge. There was moaning and then … that sounded remotely like a dog whining. I crept around the bushes and was looking. I saw what was there and gasped – then laughed, and then laughed some more.

In front of me were two mummies; one in human shape, the other with chocolate brown paws. The human-shaped one was trying to stand, and was shaking its fist at me. The shorter one was trying to remove the layers of toilet paper with his front feet.

I moved to help the dog and then turned to the other mummy, who stood on the lawn with hands on its hips. It was trying to speak.

“Hgm wlildh mmmmnnnggg.”

It lurched toward and I caught him and hugged him. I started to tear away the paper from his face.

“James, oh my god James, they attacked us!”

“Who did this, Faris?”

Faris hugged me and whispered, “It was terrible, James. A gang of thugs attacked and did this to me and poor Larry.”

I pulled off the paper from Larry and couldn’t keep from laughing.

“Oh, thanks very much, James. I’m attacked and you’re faithful dog is abused and you stand there laughing.”

“Baby … Faris, I’m sorry.” I was, but chuckles bubbled out of me every few minutes. “But really, how many were there?”

He just stared and then pulled the remaining paper off. He pulled their costumes out from under the bush.

Oh there’s more to this than meets the eye! “So how much did you pay them Faris?”

Faris took a deep breath, glared at me, and then stomped up the street with Larry close behind. I ran after them and unlocked the door.

I made tea and served Faris at the table. I’d put out some of the Halloween chocolates, and the creamed pumpkins for him to nibble on.

I looked at him. “So, how much?”

Faris looked up at me with that special Faris twinkle. “Fifty.”

“Like in dollars? God, Faris. You’re such a shit. And Mr. Smarty, how did you know I’d come after you?”

“Oh, that was the easy part. You always come after me, don’t you?” He smiled with the innocence of an angel.

Damn him!

He popped a cream pumpkin in this mouth. “I don’t think I want to do Halloween anymore. It’s not quite as fun as I thought.”

“Are you okay Faris?

“Yes, James.” He stood up and kissed me. “I’ve got a gift for you though.”

“Me?”

“It’s … it’s in the bedroom.”

Uh, oh.

He took me by the hand and we walked down the hall to our room. I sat on the bed and Faris handed me a bag. It was rather heavy. I looked in it and started to laugh.

“You don’t intend to –”

“Oh, but I do James, I most certainly do.”

He pulled out a large, solid chocolate penis. “Get your keks off, James. I think we’ll stick to our traditional Halloween celebrations.”

Faris threw a dog-friendly chocolate pumpkin down the hall for Larry, and closed our bedroom door.

C’est fini