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really heating up,” she said.
Harry grabbed her hand. “Come cool off.”
“Where?”
“Outside.”
The moment the door opened, a wall of cool air seeped into her pores and she felt like she could breathe again. Elated at the release, she leaned over the railing and Harry scooped up a fistful of snow and placed it on her bare back to cool her. A squirrel sprung to a nearby branch overhead and dropped snow on her arm; they counted the seconds till it melted.
When she walked down the stairs and first stepped into the snow, an electric energy shot up from her heel to the tip of her head. She bounded over the hard surface, till she was standing at the base of a tree and Harry bunched snow together in his hands and packed it into a thick ball. He tossed it high against the tree trunk and the snow shattered down on them, each flake tingling their bodies. It was an electrifying sensation and Casey followed suit, lay down on the snow at the base of the trunk and tossed a snowball. She felt her whole body tingle under the shower of snowflakes as if her body was smoldering.
Harry looked at her tracks that led to the tree. It was primal, their bare bodies, Casey writhing in the snow with delight as big flakes fell onto her body. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch a flake. Her nipples were drawn firm against the cold and an excitement rippled under his skin and spread to his groin.
He dropped to his knees, crunched snow in his fist and ran a single edge along the base of her breasts. Thin shards of ice had formed on the tip of her hair, but her body was warm to the touch. She pressed a cold palm against his warm inner thigh and interchanged a thick pack of snow for the warmth of her body. In response, he spread the curves of her flesh till he found a spot warmer than her body melting the snow. At the slightest pressure, she heaved her body toward him and pulled him into her. He lifted her small body into his big hands and pushed her against the tree trunk. They abandoned all resolve, their bodies steaming from the sauna, their passion setting them on fire.
The sauna door creaked open and Harry stopped for a moment and they both listened, panting against their bodies to break the sound, kissing and licking silently as the current of desire kept rippling. A calm patter of snow fell around them and Casey felt a tingle of the cool flakes against her warm skin. She leaned back and opened her arms and mouth to the sky. It was so raw that Harry reached out for her breasts and pulled her towards him, their bodies coming together again, melting the snow.
They heard quiet footsteps and saw two figures walk toward the main house. Light from the backdoor flooded the backyard and then the door closed and darkness returned. Casey and Harry turned over in the snow, and let the dark forest receive their voices, and the tall pines swallow their desire.
La Belafana
THREE DAYS later, the hospital called. Casey had just given Harry his gift of tickets to the Annual Winter Solstice Celebration.
“You’re like La Belafana,” he said.
“Wait, wasn’t she a witch?”
“A good one.”
“I like the notion of Santa better.”
“She’s special to Venetians though. She only arrives to us by boat.”
They were talking of traditions while their hands were dipped in water, washing pieces of salted cod till they had removed surface sodium, and then submerged them in a container.
“So why can’t we just buy fresh cod and make the same dish?” Casey rubbed her nose with her forearm. “I mean, if your ancestors had refrigeration, they would have preferred that over this method.”
“I always asked my mother the same thing.”
“She said?”
“It’s tradition. That’s what makes holidays so special.”
“I could think of other traditions that are more fun to uphold.”
“It wouldn't feel like Christmas if I didn’t go to the deli three days before Christmas and choose the salted cod.” He
Harry grabbed her hand. “Come cool off.”
“Where?”
“Outside.”
The moment the door opened, a wall of cool air seeped into her pores and she felt like she could breathe again. Elated at the release, she leaned over the railing and Harry scooped up a fistful of snow and placed it on her bare back to cool her. A squirrel sprung to a nearby branch overhead and dropped snow on her arm; they counted the seconds till it melted.
When she walked down the stairs and first stepped into the snow, an electric energy shot up from her heel to the tip of her head. She bounded over the hard surface, till she was standing at the base of a tree and Harry bunched snow together in his hands and packed it into a thick ball. He tossed it high against the tree trunk and the snow shattered down on them, each flake tingling their bodies. It was an electrifying sensation and Casey followed suit, lay down on the snow at the base of the trunk and tossed a snowball. She felt her whole body tingle under the shower of snowflakes as if her body was smoldering.
Harry looked at her tracks that led to the tree. It was primal, their bare bodies, Casey writhing in the snow with delight as big flakes fell onto her body. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch a flake. Her nipples were drawn firm against the cold and an excitement rippled under his skin and spread to his groin.
He dropped to his knees, crunched snow in his fist and ran a single edge along the base of her breasts. Thin shards of ice had formed on the tip of her hair, but her body was warm to the touch. She pressed a cold palm against his warm inner thigh and interchanged a thick pack of snow for the warmth of her body. In response, he spread the curves of her flesh till he found a spot warmer than her body melting the snow. At the slightest pressure, she heaved her body toward him and pulled him into her. He lifted her small body into his big hands and pushed her against the tree trunk. They abandoned all resolve, their bodies steaming from the sauna, their passion setting them on fire.
The sauna door creaked open and Harry stopped for a moment and they both listened, panting against their bodies to break the sound, kissing and licking silently as the current of desire kept rippling. A calm patter of snow fell around them and Casey felt a tingle of the cool flakes against her warm skin. She leaned back and opened her arms and mouth to the sky. It was so raw that Harry reached out for her breasts and pulled her towards him, their bodies coming together again, melting the snow.
They heard quiet footsteps and saw two figures walk toward the main house. Light from the backdoor flooded the backyard and then the door closed and darkness returned. Casey and Harry turned over in the snow, and let the dark forest receive their voices, and the tall pines swallow their desire.
La Belafana
THREE DAYS later, the hospital called. Casey had just given Harry his gift of tickets to the Annual Winter Solstice Celebration.
“You’re like La Belafana,” he said.
“Wait, wasn’t she a witch?”
“A good one.”
“I like the notion of Santa better.”
“She’s special to Venetians though. She only arrives to us by boat.”
They were talking of traditions while their hands were dipped in water, washing pieces of salted cod till they had removed surface sodium, and then submerged them in a container.
“So why can’t we just buy fresh cod and make the same dish?” Casey rubbed her nose with her forearm. “I mean, if your ancestors had refrigeration, they would have preferred that over this method.”
“I always asked my mother the same thing.”
“She said?”
“It’s tradition. That’s what makes holidays so special.”
“I could think of other traditions that are more fun to uphold.”
“It wouldn't feel like Christmas if I didn’t go to the deli three days before Christmas and choose the salted cod.” He
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