A Season of Delight

"Rosa I want to finish now. Not just myself, but you as well. We should not try to catch up with lost time in only one night." She looked at him unsure whether she was allowed to speak up yet. Samuel gazed at her intensely. "I want to let our emotions speak now. If you agree you stay silent and do as you like." His tone was earnest. The beautiful white skinned woman remained where she was so he lay over her, appreciated his luck and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back so intensely that his cock slipped into her wetness with absolute ease and they both moaned as he first entered her fully. The frictions of his moving back and forth drove her insane with the need to come whereas it was her entire softness and openness that made him feel like an addict to something he wished he never had to give up.

"Samuel I am so close, my god. " He pushed her down gently one hand massaging her clit, their eyes locked and he became faster and faster.

"I am nearly there.", he said. He rammed her so hard and rough now he broke into sweat as did she as she raised and moved her hips to greet him. The sensation of his body all over her own made Rosa feel at peace with herself and with that thought his every muscle stiffened and they both came violently.

Christmas morning was very close, the sky lightened and two silent figures were facing each other in the semi darkness. He had put his dinner jacket around her bared body and smoked offering her a turn. She inhaled and looked at his face. "Why Samuel?" Her voice was so small, but the force of emotion behind it was relentless.

"Sweetheart, you know why. I had no choice. It had nothing to do with you or how much I.. Rosa. You weren't planned! It was supposed to be fun and when I turned I found myself secretly falling for you. Not just falling, but starting to love you. It was good for me. I needed it. You were so good and offered freely. No one else ever did that for me. And I wanted nothing more than to stop time and take you in wholly give all of myself, too. But that could never happen. You knew that. I wanted to bury all our feelings for each other in some dark corner of my mind. But even back then I.." Sam took a pause and when he continued his voice sounded cracked just barely audible: "I have something for you. A Christmas present that was meant to be given one year ago. It is nearly morning." He reached over to her and inside the pocket of his jacket. A small box emerged. "Open it. Please."

Rosa gulped, took the small present from his warm hands and did as told. Her hand shook as a single tear rolled silently down her cheek. With one hand Sam took the box again and put the ring on her finger, with the other he brushed away the hair that was falling into her face. She moved her eyes to meet his and saw him crying, too. "I was ready to make a choice. Against everything. For you. But then my father fell ill and I was called to take his place. You know what that meant for me. My life was not my own any longer. I had to leave without warning or I could not have left at all. Forgive me Rosa. I should have never let it happen. We both cannot hope for a merry Christmas, but I wish you are glad, if only for some hours. Because I am." He raised their hands and kissed the ring on her finger as silent cries shook her. "You know that the ring does not mean now what it was supposed to mean then, but I hope it will still mean something to you." Rosa was not able to answer in words instead she crawled over and kissed his forehead to then put her arms around him and feel him succumb to her in his own need. She knew what his admittance had cost him, knew all the answers to the questions they had not uttered out led yet. Slowly against her will his weight tired her she thought no more and fell asleep. A bright Christmas morning sun rose over the valley and bathed the world in fiery ice.

*****

Christmas Day was a joyous affair. Unlike the night before Samuel and Rosa joined in with the other guests at the manor and shared good food, seasonal games of a kind as they liked to play (think charade but acting out scenes from famous kinky novels, sensual games with an antagonizing mixed use of candle wax and snow or showing off each others' skills of intimate kind), most of which were founded by Patrick and Sam, and naturally the most special company they could have wished for, including you and I of course. I will never forget how we ended the day around the fire singing carols and holding foods on long sticks into the flames for dinner, especially the melody to which our two main companions danced to before they disappeared once more to have some last moments of intimacy no doubt.

That night Mary and Rosa were told it was time to go home. Both of them found the choice hard to accept and asked for one more favour to which both Patrick and Sam agreed: A literal game of hunt and capture in the woods. The two women were clad in men's clothes and send ahead, their chasers would follow twenty minutes later. Mary soon admitted to Rosa that she had no intention of going home, but was planning to meet with Patrick back at the house and run off. Rosa smiled at such indulgence and wished her well. She now found herself all alone in the white winter woods. Trees sprang to left and right and she chose her steps carefully. Much was going through her head and heart, yet she felt now as if something inside her had settled. Yes her determination was clearer than ever. Not far away Sam was trailing her path catching up minute by minute.

They met on top of the hill he had stood when first meeting her again. It was hardly coincidence that brought him here. Side by side hand in hand they stood and watched the stars above no words were left to say but: "When do you think they will arrive?" Sam shook his head in silence. In the distance the barking of dogs closed in. Bellamy had solved his clues. Rosa's free hand moved in her pocket. "Kiss me one more time Sam. Please." The man nodded and took her in his arms his eyes dark with emotion. Their lips met and with ease the knife went into him. He barely shuddered, but his weight dropped into her as she let him down onto the snow gently. "You know, you were right. I was silly. But you were wrong, too. Once when we first loved each other I was like an unspoiled diamond; rough and uncut maybe, but pure and innocent. My feelings for you were genuine and you did treat me like an afterthought." Rosa smiled at him warmly as his widened eyes sought her. "You may laugh, but I have long since forgiven you. Yet, as we have met again I finally understood what was wrong and hindered you to love me fully. We were no equals. Tonight I will make myself so and you can have the peace you need so desperately just as I have found mine. I am sorry Sam, I cannot let you go to prison. It would kill you. I would rather it was me..." She dropped to her knees beside him crying.

Samuel opened his lips his voice was no more than the trace of a whisper: "I know. I knew you would...my Rosa, my woman, you are..my life. I love you. I always have."

"I love you too Sam. And I always will." She kissed his eyes his tears clinging to her lips.

When Robert and Bellamy arrived they found Rosa watching over Samuel's motionless body, humming the melody, Samuel and hers, and they found out it had been the one they were looking for, a melody of joy and sadness combined, of comedy and tragedy, an aria of human life -- A Rhapsody in Blue.