Of Christmas Past
[Continuous Series, 12 Days of Christmas 2014]
Snow crunched underfoot as Aradia finally sat down. Her breath puffed before her, and the cold made her horns ache deep into her skull, but she was, for the first time in a while, happy. She closed her eyes, exhaling softly and feeling the warmth leaving her lungs. She pulled the coat tighter, the night cold and silent around her. She laid back, stretching her arms up so that they touched the stone above her head.
Then she felt him, his hands on her sides, making her giggle and coo. She didn't open her eyes, she wouldn't dare, and she felt him open her coat, the black shirt beneath doing what it could to warm her, but still causing her to whimper softly at the chilly winter air. She felt him straddle her hips, his bony knees digging into her sides in the best way as his hands continued to roam and explore.
First they had pried open her coat, and then they were moving along her black shirt. Fingers traced feathery light patterns down her front, then along her stomach, finally resting at her hips, digging lightly into her sides. Not enough to cause pain, but to convey his want, his need for her. She arched her back, letting out a quiet sigh; a confirmation, approval.
His fingers were cold as they moved beneath her shirt, but she could care less. They brushed against her ashen waist, his palms pressing against her skin. She finally pulled her arms from her coat, nestling them against her chest, her eyes squeezed shut tight as she moved her hips with his touch. He moved up, pushing her shirt up with his fingers, up her waist to her stomach, causing her to yelp and jerk with the cold. He paused, and she could feel his eyes on her face, smoldering, before his hands continued to caress her stomach, tracing his nails over it slowly, her gray skin likely flushed a deep rust color with exertion and arousal.
His hands only played at her stomach for a few minutes before moving slowly, painfully slowly, up to her breasts, causing her to nearly melt beneath him, his thin hands kneading at her tits and playing with them firmly. She let out a cry when his fingers found her nipple, pinching it hard at first before playing softly with it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, tugging softly so that her back arched and she was almost at the point of breaking, her eyes so nearly open, but she squeezed them shut and ran a finger through her hair, yanking hard to relieve her tension.
He focused on her breasts for a bit, and finally she yelped as she felt his hot mouth envelop her breast. Her fingers dug into the snow-covered dirt, clawing desperately in an effort to relieve the heat in her chest, one that she couldn't believe due to the clinging winter chill around the two. He sucked on breast, then the other, then the first, alternating every time she began to really get into it, feeling his tongue flick over the nipple, his teeth digging in lightly. As he did, she felt his cold fingers move down her stomach and along the waistband of her skirt. She dug her hips into the ground, trying to make room between the skirt and her skin for his fingers in vain.
He played at the waistband for a while before pushing his cold fingers into her skirt, playing at her thighs. She sighed and spread her thighs, her eyes shut tight, her fingers now muddy and wet from the snow, kneading the breast he wasn't currently focused on, feeling the beads of sweat running down her face, down her chest, along her stomach.
"Fuck…" she whispered, nearly opening her eyes before remembering and groaning as she clenched them tighter. "Sollux…" He gave a near imperceptible grunt in response, his fingers clawing her smooth thighs slowly as his mouth continued to work her breasts before kissing up her chest to her neck, biting and sucking hard. She sighed and rolled her hips, trying to get his hand to move up further, but he stuck with his routine, teasing her with his fingers and mouth. Finally, after what felt like ages, she felt his fingers pressing against her rust-colored panties. She groaned, steeling herself and deciding to break the routine, tearing off her skirt and pulling down her underwear. He paused, obviously taken aback at having the consistent pattern broken, but slowly he moved into motion once more.
His fingers worked over her bulge slowly and firmly, pushing another finger into her deep as his mouth and teeth bit and sucked her neck hard, leaving small red marks as he did. She sighed happily, digging her now bare ass into the snow, the feeling of ice cold and warm, electric heat coursing through her body giving her a high. "Sollux, please, do it." His mouth left her neck, moving down to her breasts to give a playful nibble, and then further down, his tongue tracing along her bulge as she whined, writhing it beneath him. He took a hold of it firmly with one hand, taking the length into his mouth, surrounding it with a cold wetness, making her throw her head back and whine. His fingers continued pushing into her nook as he moved along her length, finally raising off of her and positioning his own bulge at her entrance, hers curling around his and twitching against his soaked entrance. "Sollux," she said, opening her eyes.
And it was gone. She gasped, closing her eyes tight, trying to bring it back. Nothing. She opened her eyes, squeezing them tight, screaming and pounding her fists against the ground. After a while, she'd worn herself hoarse, her throat rough and her eyes red from tears. She tugged her panties and skirt up, closing her coat tight and sighed, sitting up on her knees where she'd been kneeling. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I wanted to see you so bad." She ran her fingers against the smooth headstone, kissing the marble softly before rising and sulking off.