A Christmas Moment

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A holiday rendezvous for two who have never met face to face before.

I hear the sound of a car approaching, and see the harsh glow of headlights through the darkness of the trees that that hide this place from the road. Someone is driving slowly down the winding snow covered lane way. You've come. It must be you. Oh God, please let it be you. My heart skips a beat and I can feel the butterflies churning in my stomach as I quickly look around to make sure all is ready. It is. It should be, I've been preparing for this for weeks. All the while never even knowing if you'd come. And now, you're here. I quickly take my hat off, stuffing it into my pocket and madly press my hair back into place. 

I take a deep breath to calm myself. Steady now, steady. The snow is gently falling in the darkness, silent and slow through the motionless air. I watch the car come to a stop in front of the abandoned barn that I've chosen for our meeting. Not far away a blazing bonfire crackles and pops a warm welcome. A figure gets out the car. They haven't seen me yet, giving me a moment to study them. They are of medium height, with gleaming rich brown hair spilling down over their shoulders, ending in a hint of curls. It is an unmistakably feminine silhouette, unmistakably beautiful, unmistakably you. I walk towards you and the motion draws your eyes to mine. It is the first time our eyes have actually physically met. My breath catches in my throat as I can feel myself being pulled in, unable to look away from those dark pools. They are stunning. For a few moments, no one speaks, too afraid to break the silence, to take the next step. "Hello." I finally say, my voice sounding tremulous in my ears. "You have no idea how glad I am that you've come. I hope you found this place okay?" You smile and the world seems to brighten. "Yes," you reply softly, your voice smooth and musical, just as I had imagined. "I just followed your signs." Good! I had sent you the address of an intersection a few miles away, then spent the better part of the afternoon placing dozens of roses along the roadside snow bank, every couple hundred feet or so, leading like a trail of breadcrumbs to this place; praying that it wouldn't snow hard enough to cover them up. You are here, so it must have worked. I made sure that I set aside one perfect rose though, and I hold it up for you now. "This one is for you." I say. Your eyes sparkle as you take it gently from me. Our hands pause for a moment as our fingers make contact. A jolt of energy flows through me and I feel more alive right now than I have ever felt before, like I could fly. 

"Did you have any trouble getting away?" I ask. I try to not stare at you, at your exquisite features framed perfectly by your silky hair, but I fail miserably. You laugh as you reply "No, I just told them I wanted to go wish my horse a Merry Christmas. I've done it other years on Christmas eve, so they believed me." We both laugh, our eyes never leaving each other. Your smile is so addictive. I would do anything to be able to see it every day, every week, even every month. 

I take your hand and lead you over to an old bench that I have placed by the fire. We sit, facing the flames, each stealing nervous glances at one another. We are both still getting a handle on the situation; after all, it is still technically our first meeting. I open a thermos of steaming hot chocolate and pour us each a mug. We sip it, talking, laughing, relaxing, until our mental picture of each other, built over hundreds of messages over the past few months, merges and become one with the physical person now sitting next to us at the fire. Slowly, imperceptibly, unconsciously, we both slide toward each other until we are touching, hip to hip, knee to knee. It is almost as if we want to make sure that the other is real. Afraid they might vanish if direct contact is not maintained. Finally, during a pause in the conversation, we find ourselves looking deep into the other's eyes, the firelight reflecting within. "I've really enjoyed your stories," you say, looking shyly back at the fire. I can feel my face flush and a smile comes unbidden to it. My heart sings with the compliment. You continue "I only wish that I could have actually experienced them." I smile and reply "You are so welcome! If anything I've written has brought a smile to your face or a longing to your heart, then that is all I could ever have hoped for…" I hesitate, unsure if I should continue, but then I decide that the rewards far outweigh the risk, so I go on "…but tonight, if you wish, we can both experience one of them, for real." I look into your eyes again and slowly, as if in a dream I lean closer to you, my nervous hands still holding the warm mug in front of me. Soon the distance between us disappears until our lips are hovering, a mere whisper apart. Your eyes close and ever so delicately I kiss you. Not a peck, but a long and lingering kiss that no one ever wants to end. My senses are completely overwhelmed. The softness of your hair, the scent of your perfume, the warmth of your breath, the faint taste of chocolate on your lips; they all combine and crystallize into a perfect moment of pure bliss. The world could crumble to pieces around me and I would never notice. I slowly draw back, but your eyes remain closed a little while longer, savouring the moment for yourself. When you open them again there seems to be a new depth to the brown in them, a shine that makes my heart race. How could any man look into such eyes and not be moved, I wonder. "Wow", we both whisper in tandem, bringing another smile to our faces.

"I know you probably have to return soon," I say, "but first, I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes and don't peek." 

I can tell you are a little bit nervous, but you close them anyway as I take your hand and lead you towards the barn. I guide you along a path I cleared earlier and through the creaky door into the dimness of the old building. Half of the roof is missing and a few traces of snow are drifting down inside. The smell of pine hangs in the air from the evergreen branches that I spread around earlier. "Don't look yet" I say. It is warmer in the sheltered space so I remove your coat and place it with mine on an old nail sticking out of a beam. I approach you and with your eyes still closed I lean in and kiss you deeply again. "Now," I say playfully, "Now you can look". You open your eyes and gaze a little warily around the gloomy space, no doubt unsure of my intentions. I hand you a small, carefully wrapped box, neatly tied with a ribbon. “Go on, open it!” I tell you. Your curiosity gets the better of you and by the dancing light of the fire shining through a frosted window, you carefully unwrap it. Inside is a small, two button remote. "Press the first button" I say, barely able to contain my excitement. I pray it works as I planned. Please. I hold my breath as you press the button. The inside of the barn is suddenly transformed into glittering constellations of coloured stars. Every string of Christmas lights I could get my hands on has been strung up and woven through the beams and posts of the old building. The look on your face as you gasp at the sight is a memory that will warm my heart for decades to come. "It's amazing!" you cry, laughing as you move out into an open space and gracefully start slowly spinning, head back, your arms outstretched under the sparkling stars and the now multi-coloured falling snow. I am struck dumb at the sheer beauty of it all, the sheer beauty of you. It is like a scene from a movie. It is another perfect moment. Two of them in one night! I can feel my eyes begin to blur as a rush of emotion wells up inside me. 

"What does the other button do?" you ask. I smile and say "press it". You lightly touch the second button and through the crisp air the strains of soft and soulful Christmas music begins to play from the hidden speaker that I set up earlier. I step up beside you and offering my arm, I ask "My Lady, I would be truly honored if you would grace me with this Christmas dance?" Your eyes light up with delight. "With pleasure, Sir." you reply as you curtsy and take my hand as we move onto the makeshift dance floor. I slide my arms around your waist as your hands encircle my head and shoulders. Gazing into each others eyes, our movements match the slow pulsing beat of the music, our pounding hearts mingling to form a beat all their own. I can feel your flushed cheek next to mine as we pull closer and sway in perfect rhythm. I am almost afraid to breathe; fearful I will break the spell and wake up from this dream. Holding you this close is something I have rehearsed in my head a thousand times, never expecting it to actually happen. Yet it is. Incredibly, it is. We move closer yet, sinking into each other. It has been so long since I have danced like this. To me, this is far more intimate than some meaningless hookup on a Saturday night. We become one with the beat, slowly swaying and turning as the snow lightly falls around us among the twinkling lights. It seems like, just for a moment, the entire universe revolves around us. Our lips meet again, but this time they are not timid, this time the passion blooming within us will not allow them to be. With a hunger that comes only from long denial, I kiss you deeply and you return it just as fiercely. I can feel the wondrous curves of your body pressing into mine, stirring up even deeper primal emotions. We remain locked in our tight embrace for what seems like only minutes, when suddenly, tragically, we realize the music has ceased. "Sorry, I need to go." you softly whisper, but I am unwilling to let you go just yet. With a final kiss however, I pull back. I know you've already stayed longer then you should have. Longer then I ever hoped or dreamed you would. 

We don our coats and slowly walk back to your now snow covered car. We embrace one last time and as your lips brush my ear, you whisper quietly, sending chills down my spine. "Thank you for the greatest gift I could ever imagine, the gift of a perfect moment." I hold you at arms length, memorizing your face, your smile, and your eyes. "My dear", I say softly, my voice coarse with emotion. "You deserve far more than anything I could ever give you," but then with a last grin I add "But that won't stop me from trying."

I brush off your car and then lean in through your open window for one last, long kiss. "Merry Christmas..." I exclaim as you begin to drive slowly off, back the way you came. Back to your own life. And then, in a whisper only I can hear, I finish my thought "...my love".

I begin to clean up when I notice that your one perfect rose is still sitting where you set it, near the fire. I look up but you are already too far gone to catch. "Well," I say to the night, picking up your rose carefully and inhaling its fragrance, "It looks like we might just have to do it again on New Years Eve."

 

 

 


Submitted: March 11, 2014

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