Clothing Optional (Rated R) - Cynthia Sax

I always love writing the Christmas stories for Changeling's annual series and Clothing Optional is extra special because... well... it is about streaking! Yes, I've done it and in the middle of winter too, with snow all around me. It is exactly how Prism describes it... freeing and deliciously naughty.

Naughty enough to tempt a big, bad demon.

CLOTHING OPTIONAL
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press

Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until
this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector.
Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of
the planet.

Or so he thinks...

When Otho arrives at Prism's house three hours early and spots his
blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes
his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.

Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.

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Otho twisted his wrist to glance at his watch. It was three a.m., and
the demon council clearly stated that the fairy protection shifts didn't
start until six a.m. on the twenty-fourth. If he showed up at her door
three hours early, Prism would ask why, and then he'd have to admit he'd
been counting down the days to seeing her again.

She'd raise those thin eyebrows.

He'd feel like a jackass.

So Otho stayed outside in the freezing cold, leaning against his
winter-inappropriate 1957 Corvette convertible, sipping hot black
coffee, contemplating his attraction to the most uptight fairy on the
planet. She was a librarian, for fuck's sake, and around him, her lips
were constantly pursed with disapproval. God, they were soft lips
though. He could imagine them pursed around his --

The door opened, and Otho ducked behind the car. A beautiful face peeked
out, looking from side to side, her dark blue hair pulled back in a
ponytail. He watched her with lust and keen interest.

What the fuck was she doing?

Prism stepped outside. She was wearing that white terrycloth robe he'd
often seen hanging on the coat rack by her front door. On her feet were
gleaming white sneakers, with matching socks folded neatly down to her
ankles.

She took another look about her and nodded to herself as if mentally
confirming a fact she already knew. Prism then turned around until she
faced the open door, removed her robe, tossed it inside, and closed the
door.
Otho's mouth dropped. His eyes widened. His entire being stilled.

She was gloriously, wonderfully, buck-ass naked.

Sure, she'd been naked with him before, when they fucked last Christmas,
after imbibing one too many glasses of spiked eggnog, but that had been
a fast and furious fuck in the dark, under layers of concealing cotton
sheets. He hadn't had a good look at her body. He did now.

Her breasts were small and firm, tipped with indigo nipples that
tightened to mouthwatering peaks as they came into contact with the cold
air. Her stomach was flat and indented with muscles he never thought
he'd find attractive on a female. Her hips were shapely, with a triangle
of closely cropped blue curls nestled between them. And those legs...
He licked his lips. Those legs should be classified as a weapon.
Normally concealed under loose black trousers or ankle-length skirts,
they were long and lean and perfectly designed for wrapping around a
demon's thick torso.

His cock showed his appreciation for her fit physique, pressing
painfully against the zipper of his dress pants. Smoke curled out from
his flared nostrils. He stepped toward her.

And then she was gone, running along the street in a flash of blue.

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Cynthia Sax
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