Sparrow's First Christmas

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Christmas lights sparkled in the windows of the shop, illuminating a pale face in reds and greens. He peered out the frost-trimmed glass at the snowy streets beyond. The magic of the season permeated the air, and he breathed it in out of amazement and wonder.

He walked slowly down the snow-covered street, eyes flitting from one house to another, marveling at the joy and beauty around him. So different from his life before. He stopped in front of the chocolate shop inhaling the rich scent coming from within. He stepped inside, looking for the perfect piece to share with his mistress. He had no problem calling her that any more, she had replaced any others in his mind and heart. Her kindness had amazed him from the first time he saw her. He knew this time of year was supposed to be happy for everyone, and he vowed to himself that he would give her one day this season to revel in the joy and happiness that it brings.

He spoke with his brothers, getting ideas while she was busy, and planning for the special day. When it came, he made sure she would not be disturbed by anyone or anything at all.

The day came with a perfect snowfall, covering the ground in a sparkling blanket of white. Sparrow smiled as he looked out the window. He had been afraid he wouldn’t get to do everything he wanted if the weather would not work with him. He opened the door as quietly as he could, carrying the tray with perfect balance as he stepped inside. Mus had patrol the night before, so he knew she would be alone, which was perfect. Setting the tray on the nightstand beside her bed, he watched her for a moment, reveling in her beauty as she slept, sheets covering her only to her waist. She turned to her side, and he slipped in next to her, trailing a cold hand over her back. She started a little, turning and trying to move away from the cold she felt. He persisted, till she stirred, and groaning opened her eyes, facing him.

"Morning.." Yawning loudly, she pulled the blankets up over herself more.

"Good morning oh beautiful one." He said with a smile, helping her to sit up and situate herself before placing the tray on her lap. Bite by bite he fed her, rich chocolate chip pancakes topped with powdered sugar and chocolate whipped cream, thick hot chocolate, and chocolate muffins. After finishing those she could not eat another bite. He promptly scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom, where a lilac scented bath awaited her while he went and prepared her clothes for the day.

He got out a thick warm sweater, heavy jeans, and a new pair of winter boots she had gotten a couple days previous. She rose from the bath and dried off, stepping into the bedroom as bare as the day she was born. He looked up from the clothes as he set them on her bed, and took a long look at her standing there, her damp hair hanging down her back and shoulders, moisture glistening on her breasts. One drop of water ran from her hair down her breast, falling from the tip of her nipple, it hit the ground the exact same moment as Sparrow.

When he woke, she was dressed, her hair bound back in a ponytail, and leaning over him. He smiled, and stood up with the ease and grace of a deer. He was already dressed, a tight black turtleneck sweater, black jeans, and black boots. He wore his hair in a simple braid down his back. Taking her hand he guided her down the stairs to the back door.

He covered her eyes with his hands and pushed the door open with his feet. He gently guided her out into the snow and helped her climb into something. When he let her look, she gasped. She was sitting in a sleigh, covered by a thick wool blanket. The sleigh was red with gold trim. Two snow white draft horses were hooked up to the sleigh, their reins jingled softly as they waited, the bells as gold as the trim on the sleigh. She smiled and cuddled against him as he set the team into motion, their hooves muffled by the snow that had already fallen.

He took them through the woods, the silence surrounding them as they traveled. The horses’ hooves clopped on the packed dirt of the trail they traveled. They enjoyed the peace in the trees, the occasional winter bird sounding off as it looked for food or shelter. When they came out of the woods on the other side, they were in front of a huge snow covered hill. Sitting at the top was a sled built for two. She chuckled and looked at him.

"You planned ahead didn’t you?"

She chuckled and hopped out of the sleigh, climbing the hill, pausing only to grab a handful of snow to fling at him as he followed. He laughed, and chased after her. They reached the top just seconds apart. He grabbed her, setting her on the front of the sled, and planting himself behind her. The wood held, and soon they were zipping down the hill, hair flying and laughing happily. Her ponytail whipped him in the face, drawing even more laughter from her. Over and over they rode the sled, till the tracks were well worn in the glistening snow.

He led her to a fairly level spot at the top of the hill and there waiting for them was all the proper snowman accessories. She laughed and started rolling the snow into balls, each one a little smaller, till there was enough to make a snowman easily twice the height of Sparrow. She rose into the air to put his hat in place, and let him lift her to adorn him with his scarf, corncob pipe (courtesy of Dr Dover) and the carrot for the nose. Three coal buttons and a broomstick finished the man standing in the cold. She looked him over, leaning into the embrace of Sparrow.

She grinned from ear to ear as she pushed him onto his back, flopping down into the snow beside him, teaching him how to make snow angels. Not wanting to ruin the perfect impression they had made in the snow, she floated up easily, and he somehow managed to roll like a gymnast, landing on his feet at the head of the angel he had created. She smiled and kissed him.

She started to shiver in his arms and he carried her back down to the sleigh, guiding the horses back to the mansion, and carried her back to their room, where hot chocolate and a roaring fire awaited him. Gently he stripped her out of the wet cold clothes. Laying her on the cushions in front of the fireplace, he removed his own wet clothing, letting the heat from the blaze sink into them both. He handed her a large mug of cocoa and took one for himself.

Sipping the warm rich liquid they cuddled together silently, until Sparrow got up again. He walked into his room, and retrieved a small box. She watched him walking, trying to avoid falling over at the sight of his perfect bare body. His slim form knelt in front of her, and held the box to her.

"I hope you like it. This is my first Christmas and I wanted to get you something that comes from my heart." He looked up at her hesitantly, shyly peeking through the curtain of raven hair that fell down over his face and shoulders.

She took the box, and took the wrapping off slowly, opening it to reveal a perfect replica of a sparrow, lifelike in detail. It’s eyes were diamonds, the body made in gold and opals. She gasped, and took it out.

"Sparrow, it is perfect." She smiled at him, reaching a hand to his cheek. "Will you?" She bowed her head a little to allow him to put it on her, his fingers drawing shivers over her body as they brushed the nape of her neck.

He smiled, seeing her reaction, slowly placing soft kisses over the skin his fingers touched. His hands wrapping around her body slowly from behind, he traced circles over her flesh. She closed her eyes, reveling in his touch, and opened her lips as she felt something brush against them. Her tongue traced circles over the sweet piece of chocolate that lay there, brushing against his fingers. She grinned, pulling it into her mouth before turning around and pushing him back gently but firmly.

His eyes widened, but he smiled, trusting her implicitly. She pulled a scarf from the dresser nearby, wrapping it over his eyes, tying it behind his head. He squirmed nervously, and tried to peek under it, but the scarf had been tied well.

He felt something warm running down his chest and collecting in his belly button. He squirmed more, not sure what to make of it. Next thing he knew he could feel her warm moist tongue trailing down the same path as the previous liquid. He trembled, his body quickly rising to the situation. She grinned more, expecting this reaction from him as she dripped more hot chocolate over his smooth cold body, lapping up each spot before it cooled too much. Silently she tiptoed to the fridge where she pulled out whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

She knelt beside him, slowly drizzling the chocolate down his chest and stomach, creating perfect hearts and circles as she approached his stiffened member. Coating him in chocolate, she set the bottle down and picked up the whipped cream. With a small giggle she dolloped some on the head of his dick, on his belly button, and on his nipples. Licking her lips as she looked him over, she could see him clutching the blanket in frustration, yearning for her touch again. Slowly, very slowly, she started lapping up the chocolate, tongue tracing the circles and hearts over his chest and belly till not a single trace of them remained.

She hovered over his erection, breath hot on his skin. Tongue moist and hot against his coldness, She lapped the whipped cream off the head of his shaft before engulfing him into her mouth completely, her nose buried in his hair. Her throat worked over his shaft, sliding up and down him slowly, teasing with her tongue. He moaned out his pleasure, hands digging furrows into the wood floor below the blanket.

Over and over she tortured him, till his body could take no more and he exploded, with her swallowing every bit of him she could. Licking him clean once more, he tore off the blindfold.

With a primal growl of need and want, he grabbed her, tossing her onto the bed and thrusting himself into her suddenly. She gasped and cried out, the feel of him inside her overwhelming. Their bodies rose and fell against each other. Thrust meeting thrust, till sweat poured off her. He howled his climax into her neck, her body bucking and trembling under him as she joined him in the ultimate peak of pleasure.

Gradually they sank down into the bed, and he rolled off her, cradling her exhausted body next to him. She whispered words of love in his ear, pressing into him until she fell asleep, warm and comfortable in his embrace.