Welcome to the third installment of THE WHEEL OF THE YEAR
series.
Deck the halls, trim the tree, light the candles and be of good
cheer. Celebrate the time of the Holly King and the Goddess
of the
Moon, and capture your heart's desire under the mistletoe.
Rated NC-17 for m/m sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own
these characters, more's the pity, but I
let 'em have fun!
(c) December 23, 1997
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*Snow drifted across the clean air, the falling of twilight
gentle on the earth as the stars began to twinkle in a purple sky.
Along the country roads the houses were lit from within with yellow
warmth, the inhabitants happy and content. Sparkling trees
and
jewel-like lights lit up the semi-darkness, candles burning like
beacons
in the windows.
The snow was a soft blue, tiny diamonds sparkling in its
smoothness
as the silence blew against the trees, the tall sentinels
whispering
their secrets as the forest waited in joyful anticipation.
Two figures walked across the endless expanse, hands entwined.
The Mountie and the Cop were as silent as the night, but love shone
in
their eyes, twin mirrors of green and blue. Their eyes matched
the
colors of twilight as the trees stood against the snow.
With unerring knowledge, Benny drew Ray deeper into the stand
of
trees surrounding the clearing. He brought his lips to press
lightly
against his lover's, and Ray hugged him tightly.
They fell gently under the sheltering boughs of an evergreen,
the eternal scent filling their senses. Ray ran his gloved
fingers
through thick, chestnut hair. Benny smelled like evergreen.
He pressed
his body closer to his love's as he kissed him deeply.
The stars began to shine brighter as the two moved as one,
bodies in perfect rhythm. Ray's emerald eyes rivaled the celestial
orbs
as he looked at pale, star-kissed skin, a rosy mouth quirking up
into a
smile. Thick lashes framed those deep, midnight-blue eyes.
Ray loved
his Mountie with all his heart.
Benny was entranced as Ray leaned over him, lean and hungry,
wild and lovely. A smile that could melt a god's heart ran
along his
veins, tingling throughout his body as his beautiful Italian brushed
a
lock of hair from his brow. The trees whispered again, a tiny
shudder
running through Benny's soul. How he would always love this
man with
all his heart.
It was quiet here under the boughs, snow sprinkling down to
dust
their hair and clothes. Evergreen laced their senses.
Benny looked up
at the stars through the branches and Ray saw them reflected in his
eyes. He kissed the pale, smooth throat and they began to move
again,
soft cries and moans drifting away on the wind until the final cry,
and
Ray rested his head on Benny's chest, cheek scratching against the
lumberjacket, as Benny wrapped his arms around him. Here they
would be
safe; nothing would hurt them in the shelter of the tree's arms.
The
world went on outside this space, and they let it go on, their souls
as
one.
The Moon came out, and She saw that the night was good, and
blessed Her two children, the Lovers of the Light.*