Some months had passed since Luke and Millie worked together again at the Blue Mountain Quarry, when the trucks gave Millie so much trouble, that she ended up crashing them into the canal at the Wharf. Once again, they had gone their separate ways back to Blue Mountain Quarry and Ulfstead Castle, waiting for whenever their next encounter would be.
Now, it was the middle of December. A majestic blanket of snow had settled everywhere on the island. Christmas was just less than a week away, and the whole island was bustling with holiday cheer. Christmas trees and decorations were appearing in many houses and at many stations alike, and the Fat Controller had called an order for a Christmas tree to be put up at Knapford Station. Like everyone else on Sodor, he was eager for Christmas to come...and for Thomas and Emily, it would be their first Christmas together since an entire year ago, when Thomas had paid a visit to Australia around that time. But in the midst of this particular December, a certain event concerning risk and danger would befall some people...and even get a fire engine or two involved.
On this chilly evening, at the Search and Rescue Centre, more decorations and Christmas trees were shining away, and all of the Rescue Team was enjoying the coming holiday spirit, yet also standing by for any call for help at any given moment. Harold, Rocky and Butch were all secure where they were, feeling quite chipper for the coming Christmas, while Captain was in his boat shed.
"Christmas is coming again, chaps," said Harold.
"Indeed, it is. A time for everyone to be most merry," added Rocky.
"Especially for our two fire engines," said Butch.
"Oh, yes. Our chap Flynn is sure to be spreading much joy with Belle right now," pondered Harold.
And Harold was right. Hidden away from the others, basking in another romantic evening, Belle and Flynn were in their own shed, exchanging cuddles and kisses to each other, feeling rather happy over the coming Christmas holiday. For these two engines, it had been just about a year since the artist came and painted Belle and Flynn's portrait after they had saved the Fuel Depot from a potentially disastrous fire. But what these engines loved the most about Christmas was that it was the time of year when they had confessed to loving each other all those years ago.
"Mmm-hm-hm!" Belle giggled happily as Flynn kissed just under her lower lip, then kissed the edges of her lips where the curves in her smile were.
"Oh...Beautiful Belle," Flynn murmured joyously. "You're such a beautiful sight this December, just like your special painting."
"Ohh, Flynn!" Belle bubbled. "Aren't you such a sweetie!"
"It's the least I can be for you, Belle. You're so big, beautiful and brave...and Christmas is coming nearer every day. Oh...I love you so much, Belle."
And Flynn leaned in and took Belle's lips to his own. Belle moaned and purred lowly but seductively as she melted warmly into their kiss. Ever since the previous December when she and Flynn were given the honour of being painted in a portrait, Belle had been feeling so very happy throughout this year, but now her joy had reached its peak yet again for the approaching Christmas. It was simply a lovely night for her.
"Oh, Flynn! Flynn!" Belle squealed as he dotted his tongue playfully as he kissed and sucked her beautiful cheeks.
"I love your cheeks, Belle," Flynn whispered. "They're so cozy, and big, just like you, Big Belle."
Belle blushed a deep shade of red and pressed her lips to Flynn's cheek, kissing it and sucking on it, dotting her tongue in little spells.
"Oh-ho-ho! Belle!" Flynn exclaimed. "Aren't you being fiery...like me!"
"Hm-hm-hm! You started it, Flynn!" Belle teased as she then licked right up along his cheek and nibbled it, earning a groan of euphoria from Flynn.
"Ohh! Belle!" he groaned before Belle let go and let him catch his breath. "Oh...my Beautiful Belle...that was fun..."
Belle smiled sweetly and pressed her cheeks into Flynn's, bubbling very warmly. "Mmm...I love you, Flynn."
"I love you too, Belle," Flynn smiled from wheel to wheel.
And so for a few minutes, Belle and Flynn went quiet and still, holding each other warmly in their shed, feeling their hearts beat steadily with each passing second bringing Christmas closer...until a certain thought came to Belle. She gently leaned back from Flynn's cheeks and looked at him. When Flynn looked up, she had a curious look in her eyes.
"Belle? What is it?" asked Flynn.
"I'm just thinking, Flynn," said Belle. "I don't know why, but I have this feeling in my boiler."
"And what is that feeling, my dear?" asked Flynn.
"Well...for some reason, I feel that there might not be a too serious emergency for us to answer around this time. I have a tiny feeling that maybe because Christmas will be soon...there won't be an emergency for us to dash off to."
"Belle? But...why...?" Flynn puzzled.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm always prepared in every moment that passes," said Belle. "But as prepared as I am for any given emergency call, I really don't suspect an emergency at this time, in the cold of winter. There's no burning hot, dry weather until summer, so no forests will be in a blaze, and Christmas is such a jolly time of the year. What reason could there be for an emergency at such a merry time?"
Flynn knew that Christmas was indeed a very merry time with a great deal of wholesome happiness...but even then, accidents could still happen.
"I can see what you mean, Belle," said Flynn. "Christmas is of course one of the most special times for Sodor. But we should also know never to get complacent. Just because it isn't hot and dry doesn't mean there isn't going to be an emergency call which could come at any time, quite often when we least expect it."
Belle smiled again. "I understand you too, Flynn. But you know what I mean, don't you? This is a time for spreading good will to all."
"Hm-hm," Flynn laughed. "That's right, Belle. And that is exactly what I adore giving you more than anything."
And with that, he leaned in and nibbled her pointy nose, making her jump and giggle. She then leaned in and kissed his nose in turn before they both let out a sigh and spent the next while together, holding close and simply basking in their fiery, yet beautiful bond...but even for times as merry as Christmas, Flynn would soon be proven correct about not getting the very least complacent.
Meanwhile, up at Arlesburgh, as the Sea Emperor continued to stand proudly by the pier, opposite to Cap'n Calles' ship, there was a married couple living in a house across the rails from David's house. These two people were Brandon and Helga. A humble and kind couple who had come to know the basics of David's work in the navy and sea, his current work in Arlesburgh and his ties to his father and Emily, although neither Brandon nor Helga interacted much with David. The most they would give to each other were friendly greetings and not much else.
On this evening, Brandon and Helga were both feeling rather merry with Christmas slowly but surely coming nearer. On this evening, they were both huddled in two armchairs side by side, looking out their window to the rails outside. The window had a curtain off to the side, and there were Christmas candles glowing elegantly on the living room table close to Brandon's chair, and as they sat together, they were both enjoying a glass of fine red wine.
"Beautiful, isn't it, Brandon?" said Helga as she looked at the Christmas joy throughout Arlesburgh.
"Oh, yes, Helga," said Brandon. "Christmas trees and lights among those houses. This truly is a most sacred time of year."
"Yes, and with this lovely make of wine, it certainly is...an occasional way to celebrate this occasion," Brandon joked lightly.
Helga chuckled and raised her wine glass. "To another most joyful Christmas here this year."
Brandon raised his wine glass too before they both drank together. And so half an hour went by as Brandon and Helga continued to sit together with their wine and indulge in the growing holiday spirit. After their wine glasses were empty, they decided to have one more glass each. With the holiday spirit going around, they found it worth celebrating in a simple, yet slightly fancy way.
Another half hour passed. The sun had just disappeared on the horizon and a wintry night began to settle in the sky. For Brandon and Helga, both wine glasses were now empty again. The Christmas candles were still glowing gently on Brandon's living room table, but at this point, Brandon and Helga had drank a considerable amount of wine each. As such, they were both feeling rather sleepy and just a trifle sluggish. They may not have been drunk, as they never considered that to be a very merry situation, but what they felt right now was nonetheless an effect from the wine.
Helga felt sleepy and a little light-headed as she began to stir in her chair. Brandon was feeling rather sleepy and a little light-headed too.
"Hmm...Oh, Brandon," she said drowsily through a yawn. "I think the wine is making us tired. Perhaps we should get to bed."
"Yes. I agree," Brandon nodded, a little unevenly from the wine. "Let us turn in, for a long winter's nap, my dear."
And with that, they both got up from their chairs. They were so tired, they could hardly keep their eyes open. Brandon put his arm around Helga and began walking her gently across the living room. But as they approached the doorway to the staircase, where the table with the Christmas candles stood, Brandon lightly bumped the side of the table, making the candles jiggle a little. All of them stayed up...except for one as the tired couple walked sleepily out of the room and up the stairs.
One candle still wobbled a little on the table...and then, in that rather fateful moment, the candle fell over and onto the floor, right next to the curtain, with the wick still burning. In an instant, the flame licked onto the curtain, engulfed it, and climbed right upward toward the ceiling, licking more flame onto the ceiling, spreading and intensifying by the second...
Across the rails from Brandon and Helga's house, David was in his house, looking over his own Christmas preparations, while enjoying a glass of ginger beer. He had just looked out the window toward the Sea Emperor by the pier, when from across the rails, an orange light steadily began to catch the corner of his eye. He turned around fast and through his window, he saw just what was happening to Brandon and Helga's house...until he saw two silhouettes run past one of the windows, upstairs toward the house's balcony. Without further delay to the matter, David shot out of his house like a rocket, and sprinted to the terminal to jump onboard Bertie. Bertie sensed that David was exceedingly urgent and rushed off for Knapford Station. From his house, David's first mate, Copper saw David rush off, then turned and saw just what was going on...
At Knapford Station, before returning to Tidmouth Sheds, Emily was admiring the decorations being put up along the platforms. In addition, the station's Christmas tree had just arrived. The workmen had brought the tree in to let it settle before they could start decorating it. The Fat Controller was watching them position the tree where he wanted it on the platform.
"Careful there, lads. Careful...that's right. There we go!" the Fat Controller beamed as the tree was set down in just the right spot.
"Well, that's a very fine tree," said one of the workmen.
"Yes it is. Well done, boys," said the Fat Controller.
"Thank you, sir," said the workmen. "This will make a fine tree once it's decorated from baubles to tinsel to the star on top."
"Hmm. I think I know who will be putting the star up there," the Fat Controller pondered to himself with a smile.
"Oh, it's a perfect tree for the station," Emily smiled. "Quite like the medium tree Percy and David gave me last year...without Thomas..."
Suddenly, in that moment, Bertie's horn honked from outside the station. Emily and the Fat Controller heard the sound of swift, sprinting steps, and almost without warning, David shot into the station like magic, with eyes as large a sugarplums, and most hyper, irregular breathing as he stumbled badly on the words he was trying to get out.
"What's wrong, David? You seem petrified," said the Fat Controller as David kept stumbling on his words. "...Well, speak up!"
David managed to utter, "Arlesburgh...two people...Brandon and H-Helga...th-their home...all on FIRE!"
Emily gasped and gaped with alarm. "A fire, David?! This close to Christmas! Oh, goodness! No!"
The Fat Controller got such a shock, he staggered into the bench next to his office door.
"A fire?! At a time like this?!" he exclaimed.
"We need to alert Belle and Flynn at once, sir!" David urged hastily. "Call the Rescue Centre and get them over there!"
"You're not going by yourself, David! I'm going with you!" Emily whistled. "I want to see myself that they'll be saved for Christmas!"
David ran and got onboard Emily. As she whistled and raced out of the station, the Fat Controller ran to his office and began dialing...
At the Search and Rescue Centre, Belle and Flynn had just come out of their shed to rest from their little spell of love in the hopes of spending time with the rest of the Rescue Team. Harold, Rocky and Butch looked to the two fire engines and could tell what had been going on earlier.
"Flynn, chap," said Harold. "Are you and Belle enjoying this holiday season?"
"We always do, Harold," said Flynn. "The time of year Belle and I came together is surely my favourite time to think of."
"Exactly, Harold," said Belle. "It's simply another-"
Suddenly, the emergency bell began ringing furiously. All the Rescue Team stopped talking in that instant and became alert. Flynn and Belle were both shocked and surprised, but still felt the urge to be prepared.
"What?! An emergency! At this merry time!" Belle exclaimed. "What could be wrong? What's happening?!"
Just then, the Search and Rescue Manager came running out.
"Belle! Flynn! Arlesburgh needs you fast! A fire has broken out at a house belonging to people by the names Brandon and Helga! They are in serious danger! If you want to rescue them, you must leave immediately!"
Belle was rather shocked and surprised. Never did she think that something like this would happen this close to Christmas. It didn't seem right to her. But she was more devoted to duty than she felt surprised. She rang her bell and Flynn sounded his horn.
"We're on it, sir! Belle, follow me to Arlesburgh as FAST as your wheels will spin!"
"Onward, Flynn!" Belle whistled.
And both fire engines tore away from the Search and Rescue Centre, bells ringing and horns sounding all the way. Belle still wondered a little what could have happened to break out a fire in this cold weather and at such a merry time, but nonetheless, she was more than prepared to save the day with her favourite fire engine to ever work with.
Very soon, Belle and Flynn arrived at the scene of disaster. Several yards away from the fire, Emily was on the line beside the house, gaping with bulging eyes. Close to the burning house, a crowd of Arlesburgh residents had gathered around. At the front of the crowd, David and his first mate Copper stood still as statues, gazing at the blazing inferno. Brandon and Helga's house was now burning badly. Flames flashed out through broken windows and black smoke billowed upwards into the wintry night air...but what was most serious of all stood upon the house's balcony, with two voices wailing over and over for help. Neither Brandon nor Helga felt tired now. Everything suddenly went from merry and quiet to disastrous and deadly.
Belle looked up, her eyes darting left and right to where the voices were coming from. "Oh! Ohh! Flynn! Look!"
"There's Brandon and Helga! They can't get down! They're trapped up there!" Flynn exclaimed.
"Fetch a crash mattress!" Belle's driver urged to the fire brigade.
"They need a safe spot to land! Fast!" Copper urged as he ran a little closer to the burning house.
"Wait! Do nothing rash!" David ordered, running after him and escorting him back.
"Oh, dear! Oh, DEAR, Belle!" Flynn worried as the fire chief came alongside him and Belle.
"Their home is up in flames, they're trapped, and can't get to the main staircase!" said the chief.
"Then we'd better make sure they have a chance to make their way out!" Belle declared strongly. "Let us get to it! Beautiful Belle...!"
"And Fiery Flynn...!" Flynn smiled bravely.
"To the RESCUE!" they shouted together.
In that instant, Belle and Flynn's crew rushed into action, taking Flynn's hoses and aiming them at the fire. Belle's hoses were aimed up and began spewing water on the fire. Steam hissed and billowed wildly from the house and through the air, but the fire remained fairly potent at the moment. Emily continued to gape at the burning house, gasping with fright every now and then. As David walked up and down along the scene of flames, three more firefighters came along with a crash mattress and began calling up to the horrified fire victims.
"Come on! Jump! Sir, ma'am, hurry up! We'll save you! Come on!"
Suddenly, the window below the balcony burst open and a sheet of flame shot straight upwards, just missing the balcony, but still gushing out most intense heat. Helga couldn't see anything on the ground through the sheets of flame and smoke. Then Brandon began jumping about as a few brief, but stinging hot waves of heat burned him a tiny bit.
"Help! Whoa! Ow! Get off! HELP-HELP!" he goggled and heaved loudly.
The firefighters' cries from below continued. "Come on! Jump! Sir, ma'am, hurry up! We'll save you! Come on!"
"We can't! Can't!" Brandon panicked. "I can't see anywhere to land through this flame and smoke!"
"Now, Brandon! NOW!" David roared.
"We can't fall from this high, David!" Helga wailed down back to him.
Flynn heard the shouts and got an idea.
"Belle! Aim your hoses at that broken window beneath the balcony! Those people can't see the crash mattress!" he commanded.
"Right you are, Flynn!" Belle whistled, and she aimed her hoses to the window, ringing her bell with fervor.
The flames soon vanished from that window, but the house was still in a blaze. Fortunately, Brandon and Helga could now see where the firefighters' crash mattress was, but it still seemed a little high for them to feel comfortable to jump.
"Don't worry, you two!" David called up. "Neither of you will be hurt. Just hold together and jump!"
Brandon and Helga hesitated for one more second, then looked to each other. They anchored each other's arms together, took a deep breath, and jumped for their lives. They felt the dizzy drop, then they landed right on the crash mattress with a deep, but soft, painless implode before they bounced once or twice, then found themselves sitting there together, safe from the fire.
Emily's frightful gape disappeared and she smiled hugely, then whistled happily. "Hooray!"
"There they are, Flynn! They're saved!" Belle sang with a ring from her bell.
"They're alive! They're ALIVE!" Flynn rejoiced.
Brandon and Helga looked up from where they were sitting. There was David standing right there.
"Give me your arm, Brandon," he said, reaching his hand down to help the man.
Brandon reached his hand out, and David helped him back on his feet and walked the couple away from the blaze. By now, the flames were steadily getting smaller and dimmer. The smoke slowly became thinner as Belle and Flynn's hoses gained the upper hand in fighting this fire. And soon, Belle and Flynn emerged victorious. The fire stopped burning, and soon, all was quiet and calm again.
"Whew. Thank goodness we came here when we did, Flynn," said Belle. "We saved the lives of these two nice people."
"Yes. Another valiant rescue for the two of us, my Beautiful Belle," Flynn replied, blowing her a kiss.
But then Belle looked again. "Ohh, dear. Flynn...given how close Christmas is...I don't like the look of this."
Belle was right. While the house was still mostly in one piece, it did sustain some steady damage. The walls had been blackened, many windows had been imploded, and most of the inside was most likely black and full of soot, with many possessions sure to have been lost. Brandon and Helga looked to their house and suddenly felt sheer grief washing over them. A few firefighters went inside to inspect the damage, while Brandon and Helga waited outside, feeling rather troubled now. They had escaped with their lives, but the cost seemed to be rather grim, especially given the holiday spirit they were feeling just around an hour ago. How much had they lost in this fire? Would their house be repairable? How long would be like this?
After half an hour had passed, the firefighters came out of the house and had prepared a damage report.
"Living room's completely charred and blackened. The kitchen sustained some burn damage, but not too much. Upstairs is very charred and creaky and the floors are now very brittle. It's going to take a rather long time to fix this mess and restore your home...or probably rebuild it."
"But as to how this fire was caused...we did find a considerable lead," said another firefighter. "In the living room, we found a now badly burnt table with a few Christmas candles on it...and one was on the floor, right where the window's curtain would have been."
Helga thought and worried to herself...then Brandon remembered.
"The candle!" he exclaimed, then bowed his head low. "It must have fallen off the table when I bumped it...Helga and I had some wine just before we got up from the living room...oh, what an unkind hour is guilty of this lamentable chance!"
David sympathetically shook his head for Brandon and Helga. Although he didn't know them at all beyond friendly acquaintance and greetings, he could feel their pain of losing their home, even if it was only temporary. For such a thing to happen close to Christmas seemed almost like a curse.
"Oh, our lovely house..." Brandon lamented, bowing his head.
"It's not all bad, Brandon. There's always the insurance," said David.
"That's not the problem, David," said Brandon. "Our insurance will certainly help to resolve this matter, but that still means it will take a long time to repair...and where will we live until then? We can't stay outside all the time, in this freezing cold! Not...not so close to Christmas!"
"Oh, no! No!" Helga wailed. "It's so close...to Christmas! But now...oh, unfortunate day! We're sure to languish our joy with no home this Christmas!"
Then Brandon and Helga looked to each other and began to cry, holding each other close in a mournful hug. Belle, Flynn and Emily all looked quite sorry for both of them. As happy as they were that Brandon and Helga's lives were saved, this was still a sheer disappointment for them to be faced with.
But suddenly, as David remembered how rich he was from his days in the Navy, he looked at Copper, and got an idea. Ever since he had saved the Sea Emperor and moved here, David and his crew had been working throughout Arlesburgh with several fishermen, Skiff and Captain Joe. Perhaps David and Copper could perform a good deed and bring good will to these two people who now needed such help.
"Hmm...Brandon? Helga?" said David.
"Yes, David?" asked Brandon.
"I can see you may not have your house repaired until after Christmas. It's a terrible shame for something like this to happen at such a jolly time of year, and we have rarely interacted much beyond greetings...but I do NOT mean in the very least to let you go cold and hungry without a home...as such, how would you...like to indulge in some of my hospitality? Perhaps my first mate, Copper could help you too?"
"What do you mean?" asked Helga. David gave them a smile of great generosity.
"In light of me being very rich from my services in the Navy, you're most welcome to take refuge with me at my house. I'd be happy to provide a roof over your heads for a few nights if you wish. Sodor News on my radio, good food, soft sofa, warm fireplace...maybe even a mug of coca from time to time."
"I agree with my captain," said Copper. "Perhaps you could spend some time at my house as well, you two."
"You...you would do that for us? You really would?" Brandon asked, astonished.
"Of course," said David. "Until your house is repaired or rebuilt, we promise you will have a Merry Christmas all the same!"
Helga felt herself gushing with relief and gratitude. "David...I...I don't know what else to say but...a thousand thanks to you, and Copper!"
"Actually," said one of the firefighters who had inspected the house. "We did see a select number of possessions that haven't been too badly damaged, or just need some cleaning. Perhaps David and Copper could keep them safe for you for a while?"
"We could do that," said Copper. "We're both happy to do so."
"And once your house is restored, Brandon," said David. "As a Christmas gift, perhaps I could provide you with any replacement possessions."
"Goodness! David!" Emily breathed. "This is most kind of you to do! Lawrence would have loved to see you doing this for them!"
David smiled and climbed onto Emily's running plate.
"Yes, Emily. He would have been very proud, just as I'm proud of you," said David as he gave her a kiss.
"Well, David. I think you are very, very sweet to help these two," she smiled. "I certainly know my Christmas is going to be...most special."
David smiled right at her, knowing what she meant.
"And Belle and Flynn...well done to both of you!" Emily beamed.
"Thank you, Emily," said Flynn. "Big Belle and I always find a way together."
"That we do, my Fiery Flynn," Belle giggled. "We did good tonight."
And so soon enough, David and Copper made arrangements for Brandon and Helga to stay with either the captain or the first mate for as long as they required until their house would be restored. Emily made her way back to Tidmouth Sheds, feeling much better for Brandon and Helga...and especially excited for Christmas to come even closer. She knew that she and Thomas were in for something immensely special very soon.
Belle and Flynn were soon on their way back to the Search and Rescue Centre. When they returned, Rocky, Harold and Butch soon heard everything and cheered for the two fire engines. And with that, Belle and Flynn returned to the warmth of their own shed. By now, they had both gathered a little thought to the events that had transpired this night. Belle thought back to what she had said to Flynn before the emergency was called.
"Well...Flynn," she said quietly. "We've done very well tonight, stopping that fire and saving Brandon and Helga...but...oh, goodness."
"What is it, Belle?" asked Flynn.
"It seems that my tiny feeling was wrong," Belle admitted. "Christmas is coming very soon...but there was still an emergency for us to dash off to."
Flynn's face became solid and he firmly agreed with Belle.
"You know, I have to admit, Belle. When the emergency call came here, I was actually a little shocked too. I don't recall us fighting a fire this close to Christmas, in the stark cold of winter. But I think tonight's events should be taken as a serious sign to both of us. It just goes to show us that although Christmas is one of the merriest, if not the absolute merriest time of the year, it can still be full of potential hazards that some may not notice until too late."
"...Brandon didn't think to blow out those candles before he bumped that table," Belle pondered. "Those lit candles were the hazard."
"And the wine, of course," Flynn added. "We can't hold it against them for endorsing the holiday spirit...but I can't say it didn't possibly contribute to what happened tonight. I'm just very happy that David and Copper are helping them out."
"Oh, yes," Belle said as she smiled again. "It seems that he proved what I said to be true. This is a time for spreading good will to all...which is what he'll be doing for them for some time. He's such an interesting person."
"In his way, yes he is," agreed Flynn. Then he narrowed his eyes and grinned. "And speaking of good will being spread...hm-hm-hmm..."
Belle gasped, then began to blush and look away. "Oh. F-Flynn...I...oh, Flynn..."
"Wouldn't you care for another round, my love?" Flynn offered as he leaned in toward Belle and began kissing her cheek over and over.
"Y-Yes...that's right, my dear," Belle smiled. "I welcome another round with you. Tease me, Flynn...kiss and tease me..."
Flynn smiled broadly and began to suck and nibble on Belle's cheek, holding his gaze on her lips and how they moved to her smooth voice.
"That's...ooh...that's so nice...oh, Flynn! Flynn! Yes...play with my cheeks, Flynn...Ahh...ah..." she hummed dreamily.
Flynn's heart was racing now as he watched Belle's curvy lips move so beautifully to her voice and how her cheek made his lips so warm. But Belle made it even better when she closed her eyes and puckered her lips right to Flynn's cheek, smooching noisily.
"Ooh...Flynn," she whispered purely as she leaned just a little to the right.
Then she began kissing Flynn's cheek over and over, leaving a big lip mark in its wake, only to be kissed again as Flynn kept teasing her cheek until he was tickling her with all his nurtures. Belle began to shake and coo rather vividly.
"Yes, Flynn. That's it. Be as gentle or fiery as you please," she cooed in such a seductive manner.
"Am I making your bell want to ring, Belle?" Flynn teased.
Belle cooed again, then rang her bell in response. "Y-yes, Flynn. Oh-Ohh!"
Flynn began to trail his tongue along her sweet, warm cheek, then nibbled her other cheek right afterwards, all to her elated delight. Belle almost couldn't take it as she began to shake and giggle most wildly.
"F-Flynn! That tickles! Ooh-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Flynn's heart twitched with pure delight as he heard Belle's giggling and her perfectly lovely lips moving to her voice.
Belle suddenly played the tone of surprise and began licking Flynn's cheek up and down, nibbling it in between, which made Flynn jump.
"Ohh-ho-ho! Belle! Belle!" he blurted out.
"Ooh...what do you think, Flynn? Don't you think I'm beautiful? Am I gorgeous? Ravishing?" Belle whispered wistfully.
Flynn knew the plain answer to all these questions, as did Belle, but she still loved asking them just to see the pleasure in the words spoken.
"I answer yes to every word, Belle," he whispered. "And me? Don't you think I'm powerful? Dashing? Handsome?"
Belle blushed and her heart jiggled to his coy expression. "Oh, Flynn...you know my answer...y-yes..."
Then with that, Belle pressed her warm, active lips to Flynn's and began to press her lips even deeper. Flynn did exactly the same as their eyes closed and their faces pressed together. Both engines felt themselves feeling very warm inside as their lips danced and rubbed together so strongly, yet beautifully. Both engines could be very dominating in their techniques of love, but they could also be very heartfelt and wholesome. For both engines, it seemed to be a loving balance of both, which made them both bask in the warm and pure feeling swelling through both of them, right to their lips as they began to tingle together.
Eventually, they both let go of their lips and breathed in as much as they could, until Flynn began planting smaller kisses on Belle's lower and upper lips, which made her whimper and chirp softly for about another minute. When Flynn stopped, Belle followed suit and spent another minute raining smaller kisses along Flynn's lips, making them both giggle to each other.
And with that, Belle and Flynn began to feel very sleepy as they both gave a gentle smile and shining eyes. They would sleep beautifully tonight.
"Sweet dreams, Big Beautiful Belle. I love you beyond all," Flynn yawned.
"Sweet dreams, Fiery Flynn. I love you too...beyond all...Ohh..." Belle yawned sweetly.
Then she and Flynn pressed their faces together and steadily fell sound asleep, losing themselves into their dreams all through the night. It had been another day of action for these two. Brandon and Helga had temporarily lost their home, but with David and Copper's help, they would still have a Merry Christmas in their own way. But for Thomas and Emily, a particular time was coming up in just a few days...and after an entire year of waiting for the next Christmas since Thomas visited Australia, Emily was due for impressively overdue Christmas passion, as was Thomas...and it was going to be special. Very, very special indeed.
This I've been wanting to do for awhile now, since Christmas is just a few days away now, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't let our guard down completely in the midst of the festive spirit as shown in this story, though to be fair, considering how awful of a year 2020 has been due to COVID-19, it's pretty hard to stay festive this Christmas, but still, we have to remain positive, especially at this time and just enjoy the holiday as best as we can, even if we can't spend it with all of our family members due to lockdown. This will be the final Belle and Flynn story of 2020, and the next story, to the delight of some of you, is finally going to be another Thomas and Emily story; I know that we really haven't been giving them nearly as much focus as we used to in the last few months, but honestly, Jeremy and I have just been wanting to focus on other things besides their relationship, which we will continue to do even more of in 2021, especially since we will be placing a lot of focus on Percy and Gina next year, but rest assured guys, Thomas and Emily will always be the main and most important couple in these stories even if they aren't the main focus. Until next time, tell us what you thought of this story. Stay safe and wash your hands.