Sorry. Monday's are always Jonah days. And I got up at 4 today -- that would be a.m.!!!! then I was super busy at all my jobs and then my internet acted up at me at job 2 and home...
But here I am now and this is all there is...more tomorrow.The warmth from his hand permeated through her coat and into her body filling her with a surge of excitement and optimism. Daringly she took a half step sideways so that their bodies brushed together. Without breaking stride he altered his pace so that their legs moved in perfect rhythm. His hand slid along her back and curved at her upper arm until they were walking in a semblance of an embrace. Neither spoke a word, too absorbed in the magic of the moment to risk breaking the spell. Even Levi felt disinclined to disturb his humans. He sniffed likely fetching sticks, his tail wagging eagerly, but he left them where they lay, content to chase imaginary bunnies instead.
Sue barely noticed. She was achingly aware of Jack's firmly muscled thigh pressing into hers, of their hips moving in unison, the subsequent friction burning her to the core. She was close enough to smell that special Jack smell. Pheromones, Tara would say, analytically, a beacon meant to lure a mate to his side. Sue took a deep, bracing breath, inhaling his scent until she felt intoxicated by its potency and sighed with immense satisfaction. It was definitely working.
He felt the rise of her contented sigh and smiled into her hair. Tendrils blew in the breeze, tickling his face, the silken strands caressing his skin the way he wanted her lips to. He smiled at the turn of his thoughts, every nerve ending painfully aware of the swell of her hips and slope of her thigh as they pressed along his side. He stiffened his arm, bending the elbow and subtly drew her closer by increasing the pressure and his pleasure immeasurably. This was the closest to heaven he'd ever been and he didn't want it to end.
They circled the park twice before reluctantly stopping when the path led them back to the sidewalk. The pedestrian traffic was surprisingly heavy for early evening on a weeknight. Sue bent to snap Levi's leash onto his collar and Jack had no other option but to drop his hand from around her back...
Sue felt the absence of his warmth keenly and a cold shiver shot down her spine.
"Cold?" Jack asked with concern, pulling the lapels of her double-breasted coat higher. His hand accidentally brushed the sculpted line of her jaw and he savored the sensation of soft skin against his callused fingertips. He stared at the spot, desperate for a taste of velvet against his lips...
"I'm fine." Sue's voice brought him out of his trance and he smiled at her.
"Ready for some window shopping then?"
She wrinkled her nose at him and rolled her eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked dubiously.
I'd do anything just to keep you with me a little longer. He winked and flashed her teasing grin. "As long as I get to hang on to this..." he clasped her gloved hand firmly in his, "...I'll be the model of window shopping etiquette," he assured her.
They strolled hand in hand, stopping frequently to marvel at the intricacies of the Christmas window displays. Some of the stores were open late, getting an early start on the Christmas rush, but they avoided going in to any of them until they reached the Christmas Store. Jack knew by the delighted look in Sue's eyes that this one was going to be more than a window shop stop. He opened the door and led her inside, a cheery bell announcing their arrival.
"There's something about ringing bells at Christmas," Jack murmured, "always gets me in the mood." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and Sue blushed, not really knowing why.
"Can I help you with anything tonight?" A stout woman with kindly eyes asked pleasantly. She was swathed in a poinsettia print apron and had a sprig of holly tucked in the side of her white bun.
"We're just looking, thank you," Sue replied. "Everything looked too appealing to pass by."
"Thank you -- I have a bevy of busy elves that keep me on my toes and the place looking magical. There's nothing like a bit of Christmas magic now is there?" she beamed at them. "Mind you show your wife the collections at the back of the store, sir. I'm sure you'll find the area appealing -- it's where Ruddy got a little heavy handed with the mistletoe."
Jack didn't bother to correct the lady's misconception and Sue hadn't caught it, dazzled as she was by a hanging display of frosted glass icicles. She reached out to touch one reverently. "Oh Jack, aren't they beautiful?" There was such yearning in her voice he wanted to buy up every one of them for her.
"Why don't you get a couple?" he urged even though he knew she wouldn't splurge on something so impractical for herself.
"With Levi the wonder dog?" Sue sighed. "I'm afraid they wouldn't stay beautiful for long."
"I dunno, glass confetti might have an appeal," Jack teased, bending down to pat the offended dog.
"Perhaps some Christmas bells..." the sales lady suggested nodding at the back of the store.
They wandered down through the aisles eventually making their way to the display of bells in the corner. Jack tried them all, grinning like a kid as he compared the sounds.
"Too tinny. Too loud. Not enough umph," he declared over and over again while Sue delighted in the craftsmanship of each piece. Bells in the shape of angels, a nativity, clappers painted like Santa heads and bracelets and anklets made out of red and green tinkling bells.
"I had a bell once," she told Jack with a sad smile. "My mother doesn't know where I got it from. It was heavy and silver with tiny engravings; lines and circles ground into the metal. I told my mother it had fallen from the sky -- from Santa's sleigh, but she didn't believe me. She said someone had thrown it away because it was broken. It didn't ring any more. I didn't care. It was still beautiful to me. It's not like I could hear it if it rang anyway. I loved that bell. Slept with it under my pillow every night for months."
Jack was intrigued by the wistful tone in her voice. "What happened to it?" he asked.
Sue shrugged her shoulders. "It disappeared one day. I imagine my mother probably threw it away. She couldn't stand clutter and didn't like to keep things that were broken..."
"But if it was yours..." Jack protested indignantly.
"I was only eight or so when I found it, Jack, and I was always finding treasures. I don't think Mom would have been able to get into my bedroom if she didn't purge it once in awhile."
"I'll buy you a new bell then," Jack declared decisively. "Pick one that you like."
"Oh Jack, that's sweet, but I'm all grown up now and it doesn't matter," though in her heart of hearts she knew that it did. She'd always felt that she'd lost something more than just an old bell though she could never understand what.
But Jack was not to be deterred and he began holding up samples for her consideration. She finally settled on a round red bell with Santa's face etched into the painted metal. "I can attach it to Levi's collar so he can be dressed up for the holidays," she explained and they both laughed when Levi moaned and his golden forehead wrinkled into a frown.
"What does it sound like, Jack?" Sue asked. "It's not too shrill is it? He doesn't like piercing sounds..."
"Here, I'll show you," Jack said suddenly, picking up two different bells and placing one in each of her hands. He closed her fingers over the metal. "Hold on tight. Ready?" He circled his thumb and forefinger around her wrist and shook.
Perhaps he shook too hard, or the close contact with him had finally sent her nerves into overload, but it suddenly seemed as if her whole world was ringing. Her mind spun dizzily around images of a dark haired boy and light haired girl with a bell in her hand. She gasped in surprise and staggered forward, leaning into Jack for his strength and his comfort. He caught her easily in his arms, bracing her elbows, holding her upright; he stared at her in equal surprise.
"I'm having one of those de ja vu moments again," he whispered, his voice gravelly with emotion.
"So am I," Sue admitted in a voice filled with awe.
Jack's eyes glanced upwards and he caught sight of the mistletoe hanging directly above them. It would be so easy to use the sprig of greenery as an excuse to lean over and brush his lips against one satin cheek and if his aim was off and he managed to claim her lips in that kiss, well, it would be understandable, wouldn’t it? He pointed upwards with one finger. “Mistletoe,” he warned and hesitated just a second to give her time to protest.
She didn’t. In fact she reached for him eagerly, lifting her head to meet his lips, their breaths mingling before his mouth claimed hers. He could feel her warmth welcoming him as he lowered his head with agonizing slowness. Their noses brushed, his lips grazed a cheek and traveled lower, hovering over her mouth in great anticipation.
Eyes wide open, Sue watched Jack’s face descend. She’d only been this close to him once before…at Callahan and Merced, but there had been no savoring that time, no teasing anticipation. No chance to memorize his features or that look in his eyes – the one she’d never noticed before, but one that heightened her expectations considerably. She felt his hand on her cheek, steadying her, his thumb brushing across her skin heightening her sense of longing.
They both knew they were on the cusp of discovery. Something had eased between them. A wall beginning to crumble, perhaps or a veil rent in two. Neither of them commented on it, content to bask in their newfound freedom of expression. She whispered his name, the longing evident in her voice and his heart surged with hope. With infinite tenderness his lips grazed hers – just the slightest connection, the merest hint of a kiss and then they were suddenly plunged into darkness.