Silver Kisses

 I had promised a little scene once played out before the fireplace. I have located it, just in time for the much dreaded Valentine's day.

A warning... This one is a little more… descriptive than I remembered. Not for the faint of heart.

Oh yes, and um, for the record, I have never been to any beach house… anywhere…

At least, that’s my story and I am sticking to it. 

Thank you.

Porque Queramos Vernos – Vanesa Martín feat. Matias Damásio (Portuguese and Spanish) 

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The snow is falling in gently swirling patterns of white whirlwinds, clouding the skies and blanketing the arms of silent trees with glittering shrouds. There are no footprints along the path to the little cabin, nestled against the background of snow-drenched evergreens and the silently watching night. Instead, the ground is smooth and carpeted in drifts of the newly fallen snows that shiver in the kiss of Winter’s chilled embrace. Above, only the twinkling stars and silver moon bear witness to the private retreat and the two figures within.

Against the raging cold and storm, inside the cabin there is warmth in the glowing blaze of a fireplace. Beyond the crackling hearth, the floor is carpeted in a thick softness that silences stolen footsteps and protects bare feet from the chill of the forest ground. A large, intricately woven rug rests upon the carpet far from the reach of the warming embers of the crackling fire. There is no other illumination in the comfortable room save the glowing flames that spread dancing shadows across the walls and over the ceiling of the cozy room.

Near the fire, seated upon a somewhat plain and comfortable couch, are two figures. Her head laying comfortably upon his shoulder, the glow from the fire catching the auburn strands of her hair where they gleam against the silver grey threads of his own. His arm is around her shoulder, holding her close yet still loosely, as though offering her the choice to stay or retreat from his embrace. 

But it is clear she has no intention of fleeing such a tender hold. Smiling and nuzzling closer she turns her head to face him and whispers some quiet secret against his ear. Her whisper is soft, lost against the silence of the room. Blushing slightly at her stolen admission, she lays her head against him once more and playfully reaches a light arm to rest across his waist. He smiles and draws his arm more firmly around her softer form murmuring quietly in reply. What words he speaks we do not hear, but her cheeks are suddenly bathed in a warm flush and she appears to gasp in timid shyness. 

Raising her head once again, she rests her chin against his shoulder and searches the familiar liquid green of his eyes where they meet her own. So intrigued by those eyes she had always been! Bright, like two fallen stars, they seem to change with his moods or some erotic trick of the light, so that one moment, they whisper in hints of hazel shades and the next seemed tinged with a shimmer of blue. 

There is a slightly mischievous twinkle in his eye as he raises curled fingers to gently stroke across her cheek, and yet, his voice is sincere and the words he speaks are the truth, whispered quietly in confession to the silent room. "I’ve never stopped thinking about you."

Softly, he inclines his head until his lips caress hers in the gentlest of kisses. A mere brush at first, his breath warming her waiting smile. Lightly, he presses closer as she returns the kiss, her hand rising to mirror his motion against her cheek, pressing her palm against the soft skin. Turning towards her, he allows both hands to fall, encircling her waist, gently pulling her closer, his fingers splaying across the small of her back, languidly breaking their kiss. Slowly, as though she is yet uncertain of this embrace, she raises curious fingertips to stay his motion and traces the fullness of his lips, the hint of a smile across her own mouth. Grinning, he presses a whisper of light kisses to her wandering fingers.

In perfect silence, his eyes search her gaze, seeking some unspoken permission to continue this tender embrace but the only reply she speaks is to find once more the sweetness of his waiting lips in the warm kiss of her own. Quietly, the words melt away as each silently submits to this gentle temptation. Falling away from the light press of her kiss, his lips trace a path across her cheek and along the arch of her throat. Only her quiet sigh betrays the motion of his hands where they raise the fabric of her sweater, slipping against the warm skin beneath. But this lovemaking has been denied too long and he is eager to separate her from the confining clothing that bars his path and cheats his fingers and lips of her touch. Quickly, but without violence, he lifts the offending sweater free of her form and casts it absently aside, burying his lips against her shoulder in a river of hungry kisses.

Laughing lightly, she admonishes him, calling his full name as though scolding an errant child. But this does not deter him in the least and, laughing softly, he only feigns a wounded moan as her arms encircle him, slowly drawing his own sweater up far enough only to allow the lightest brush of her fingertips at the base of his spine, along the waist of his trousers.

"Don’t tease me!" He chides her and pulls away to quickly cast off the unwanted material, tossing it carelessly away in favour of drawing her close once again. Laughing, she calms his feigned rage with a shower of soft kisses against his lips that bring a quiet sigh in reply and a deeper kiss, lightly teasing her lips apart as a curious tongue slips into the waiting warmth. Shivering beneath this intimate joining, she brings timid hands to press against his shoulders, resting there before slipping trembling fingertips over his chest to cover the beat of his heart and feel the steady rhythm there. Lingering for a long moment, she summons her strength, letting her hands fall to find the cool metal of the belt buckle at his waist. Taking her meaning, his hand stays her own and he releases her lips to whisper heatedly against her ear, "No. Wait. Not this way. Not here."

Curious, she draws back and watches as he slips slowly to kneel upon the pretty rug before extending a hand to invite her onto the soft carpeting. And only now does he notice how she shies slightly, the familiar, nervous gesture of chewing her lower lip in uncertainty. His eyes mark her right arm clasped across her body in a vain effort to shield the large scar from his eyes. Knowing of her existing insecurities and how this further unnerves her, he smiles kindly and whispers quietly, "You’re as beautiful now as you ever were to me. Come on..."

Moving closer to where she sits, he reaches forward, lightly grasping her wrist and gently draws away her arm, exposing the long, cruel line that runs the length beneath her breast, disappearing at her side. With cool fingertips, he lightly traces the faded incision, careful not to betray the sorrow it evinces in his own eyes, silently remembering the pain it once caused her. Leaning closer, she shivers as his lips find the uneven, slightly crude line to leave a trail of kisses along the somewhat numbed skin. At last, with a soft sigh, he raises his gaze to her own, extending his hand once more, awaiting her decision.

Hesitant still, as she places her palm against the waiting plateau of his, the scene before her blurs and her breath catches slightly in gentle remembrance. There are tender memories here, unspoken between these two figures. Nearly long forgotten images she had once banished to the confines of dusty dreams, only to be recalled the night his knock had fallen upon the door, calling her from the reverie of solitude.

Reaching the other hand to help her descend, he smiles as she kneels before him, the soft material of her skirt pooling around her legs and bare feet. Taller than his tender lover, he bows his head to lay a soft kiss against her forehead and whisper quietly along her temple. 

"Do you remember the beach house...?" His lips trace gentle patterns over her temple and against her cheek before falling along her shoulder once again, idly leaving tiny kisses and the merest brush of lips upon the soft skin. Easily gathering her close, he shivers as the light fabric that still covers her breasts brushes his chest.

"Yes. Yes, I remember." Her voice is a lost sigh and although she speaks no further, leaving the story to their shared memories, the rising blush in her cheeks betrays the picture between them.

"I want it to be that way again. I want *you* that way again." Without waiting for her voice to reply, his lips fall against her own in a heated kiss that breathes sweet passion and an aching longing that has been too long silenced. Soft arms draw around his shoulders as she holds lightly to him, lost in the splendour of his kiss.

Ah, but his lips hunger for the sweetness of her skin and he releases her mouth to burn a path along her throat, finding the slight pool between her collarbones before following the gentle line to her shoulder. As deft fingers unclasp the intrusive material of her bra, his teeth playfully grasp the lace strap, drawing it slowly over her arm, at last abandoning it and moving to similarly dispatch its twin upon the opposite side amid her soft laughter. Cool and eager fingertips lightly pull the lace away from her form altogether, slipping the garment easily from her wrists, tossing it quickly aside.

His hands draw her closer now as warm lips bow to worship the soft round of each breast. Lightly at first, his kisses the mere whisper of touch against the smooth skin, tracing meandering patterns across the pale flesh until, with a quiet sigh, he leaves a soft kiss upon the darker centre of each nipple, bringing delicious shivers to cover her skin. Gently, his lips enrobe the first trembling peak in a softly suckling kiss, lightly teasing the sensitive flesh with the very tips of his teeth. Moaning quietly, she arches against this tender onslaught, holding tightly to him as her head falls back, the long curtain of her hair swinging loose to just brush the floor behind her. Reaching a hand to cradle her head and back, he supports her lightly even as he continues to bless her skin with hungry kisses and moves to tease the other breast.

Slowly, almost indiscernibly, he lowers her carefully towards the soft carpeting that serves as their bed, moving to claim her lips in a deep kiss as he does, releasing her only once she lays before him. Stretching out naturally against the warm floor, she smiles as a slightly wan hand reaches to the nape of his neck, quietly whispering his name before drawing him down to reclaim his kiss, her hand losing itself in the silken thickness of his hair. The lightly teasing press of her tongue along his lips brings a slow smile as he opens his mouth to her curiosity. Slipping easily into the warm corners and gently taunting his own tongue before running the length of his teeth, her kiss deepens ,sweetly drawing from him a soft moan that disappears between them.

Distracted by this kiss, she shivers slightly as his hands find her waist and, grasping the band of her skirt he slides away the flowing garment until it joins the other cast off clothing they have shed. With deft fingers, he grasps the last remnants of clothing that she wears and begins to ease the soft fabric over the flare of her hips. Following the movement, his lips find a wandering line along the centre of her form, pausing to leave a kiss against each breast before continuing over the flat of her stomach, dipping a teasing tongue into the hollow of her navel, his hands having at last freed her of the final threads of fabric which floats to the ground somewhere off in the distance.

Her eyes close and she turns her cheek to rest against the carpet, sighing with the first brush of his lips against her hip. Blushing deeply, her breath catches as his mouth follows an intimate line of kisses to the very centre of her. She does not truly note the hands that so gently part her to this kiss and can only breathlessly whisper his name as this exchange deepens, bringing tiny rivers of fire to flow along her thighs and the curve of her hips before finding her centre again. But he will not have her fall so soon and only torments her until she arches against him, moaning softly, her fingers reaching to catch in the silken threads of his silver hair.

Drawing slowly away amid a flurry of tiny kisses so that the parting will not be so cruel, he stretches above her and lightly kisses her cheek before stroking the florid blush there with soft fingertips. Finding her hands, he brings them now to her halted task of undoing the silver belt buckle at his waist, choosing to allow her the seduction of removing the remainder of his clothing in favour of running soft fingertips along her skin before lightly cupping each breast.

With slightly trembling fingers she eases away the material that covers him, releasing their kiss to gaze at her lover’s nude form, bathed in the warm glow of the fire. The trace of a smile touches her face as she raises herself to sit before him, leaning forward to leave the heated impression of her lips against the beat of his heart. In woven lines of stray kisses, her fingertips cool paths along his skin before her lips follow to once more ignite them in the sweet heat of her mouth. Along his chest, dipping over his waist and along his hips, her path is unrelenting until she has found the sensitive skin that shivers beneath her delicate kisses even as he sighs, softly swaying against her.

At last, drawing back and taking his hand, she lifts it slowly to her lips, her gaze meeting his own as she presses a rosary of kisses upon each fingertip to pool upon his palm. Loosely lacing her fingers with his, she brings the other hand to meet the same blessing, once more entwining their fingers so that he has no choice now but to move with her as she draws him gently towards the floor.

What words are left to whisper between them? There is no longer room for doubt or wondering as he claims her lips in a soft kiss and lightly speaks her name. The glowing embers of the fire are the only witness to their slow, intimate joining as her thighs caress his hips and the two move together in love’s intricate dance immersed in the firelight that casts their shadows on the ceiling. But he does not release her hands, instead clinging tightly to them, extending her arms away from their entwined forms along the carpeted floor. The heat from the fire dances along her skin even as this joining burns her from within and she presses her cheek against his, quietly whispering his name amid a chorus of soft sighs and gentle moans. With a light smile, he brings warm lips to sing softly at her ear, an old gesture between them, the familiar words evincing a light laugh from his blushing lover. But their slow rhythm does not break and the two move as one until at last, they fall together, caught in the heat of a kiss, his deeper moan mingling with her breathless cry as her hands cling tightly to his where they hold her fingers still.

Falling lightly against her now as the two shiver together he brings their clasped hands above her head, at last releasing them to gently stroke her flushed and damp cheek, trailing a fingertip along her temple, neatly tucking the stray strands of her hair behind each ear. Placing a reverent kiss against her brow, he slips alongside her, inviting her to nestle her head once again against his shoulder. Sighing quietly, she turns into his embrace, long lashes closing even as her arms move about him, their limbs still entwined in love’s kiss, her head finding the pillow of his shoulder. With a soft sigh, she quietly whispers his name as his fingertips idly caress her skin and he pulls her closer, speaking her name once more. Suddenly jealous of the watching fire, he reaches to pull down a blanket, tossed almost carelessly over the sofa’s arm. Draping it over them, his cheek gently nuzzling the softness of her hair he sighs quietly, content in his lover's warmth and the glow of the fire.

Far away, beyond the window, the snows are still falling in endless, eddying whirls of crystal dreams, carpeting the grounds, shrouding the trees as the silver moon looks on in glittering silence.

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