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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 46 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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Christine opened her eyes to find herself lying flat on her back on a rocky shelf. The gray sky overhead swirled with the heaviness of rain and snow, and the air lingered with the chill of it all. She had no memory of where she had been before that very moment, but she also could remember everything that had happened before she woke up. She could still feel the heat of the flame and the melted wax upon her skin, all courtesy of the candle.
And it took her some time to realize that she had been stripped naked: a gust of cold wind swept over her chest and her nipples tightened in response. She ran her hand down her nude side, all to feel the full curvature of her own body as it lay bare out in the open. She shivered from the cold of the rugged black rock underneath her.
She sat upright upon the surface of the rocks and she brought her hands up to her bare chest, even though she knew that that would do the absolute bare minimum in terms of protection against the cold. She glimpsed down at her legs, at the bare skin upon her crotch as well as the space between her legs there. Chills ran over her body in rolling fashion: quite the contrast in comparison to the hot wax and the low flame of the candlelight. She took a look around to make sure that her clothes hadn’t been stripped off in some other way there on the ground around her.
“Christine.” His voice echoed over the cold black rocks before her. She glanced around to see him, and yet he remained absent from her view.
She steadied herself with her gaze fixed on the rocks before her, and that was when she spotted the plume of gray hair in the distance.
As far as she knew, it was merely the two of them out there on the rocks: another gust of cold wind and she figured it was for the best. She stood up to her feet, and her bare breasts hung down, despite their full erection with the cold, and she hurried across the rocks to meet up with him there. It hadn’t snowed or rained as of yet but the stones certainly felt as though it had done so not even an hour or so prior to then: her soles had already fallen numb with the stone cold around her. The cold from the rocks jabbed into the soles of her feet to the point of pain, but she managed to reach him there at the other side of the blackness.
She stepped over the tallest rock and she believed that she would slip but she never did one time. He wasn’t there behind the ridge of rock, at least not in plain sight.
“Christine,” he called out to her from the ledge there before her: that plume raised high up over the edge down below her like a little fountain against the black. Those blue eyes gazed back at her with all the feeling of a lost soul. Alex had been stripped of his clothes as well, and the skin on his back and his side seemed a lot paler than before that very moment. He had turned his head for a look back at her with his eyes squinted and his black hair tousled over his shoulder to where the tendrils resembled to actual vines from the top of a tree.
“I was hoping you would make it,” he told her as she climbed down towards him. “Forgive me, if I knew it was going to be treacherous, I would have picked a better spot.”
“It’s okay,” she assured him as she stood next to him. She took a look down below them, to the vast cavern with black and blue stalactites suspended around them, all of them long and narrow as if it had in fact snowed at some point and in the wake remained a series of icicles. Collected all around the tips of the long pointed stones stood a vast pool of rich royal blue waters: small feathery pillars of steam wafted off the water’s surface in contrast to the cold all around them.
“Let me guess,” she declared, “you wanna go for a swim.”
“Go a little swim and maybe surf the surface while you and I are here,” he told her. “The waters are said to be warm, after all.”
“I do like being in water, especially on a cold day like this,” she assured him. Careful not to fall in, she crouched down next to him and slid her legs out from underneath her. She took her seat next to him there on the ledge: Alex swayed his legs out from underneath him and then he raised his legs up and wiggled his toes.
“You have gorgeous legs,” she remarked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy with such nice legs like yourself.” His shins were long and slender, and the muscles carried a gentle tone to them, as if he spent most of his time working them outside of playing guitar. He had such sparse and finely crafted knees, and his thick thighs spread a bit across the rocky surface underneath him.
He rested his hands in between his thighs to obscure his genitals from her view. He bowed his head a bit to where his hair dangled down over his shoulders onto his chest.
“Such gorgeous legs,” she repeated, that time in a lower tone of voice. She leaned in closer to his face with her lips puckered a bit as if to beckon a kiss out of him with no questions asked, but he slid off the ledge and down into the water below.
“Hey!”
Christine followed suit right behind him.
She splashed into those warm blue waters, as if she had fallen into a hot tub rather than a natural spring up in the mountains. Bubbles flurried all around her until she reached a few feet below the surface.
She opened her eyes and there he was, right in front of her, with his long black curls spanned out around the crown of his head to where he resembled Medusa. He reached for her and he tugged her up to the surface.
He nudged her head up first: she gasped and another chill ran down her spine and over her arms from the feel of the cold up above. Alex emerged as well, and his bangs spread over his forehead, such that they obscured his eyebrows.
“This water feels so good,” he told her.
“Nice and warm,” she replied as she treaded the water. He followed suit, even though his head lingered down to the water’s surface. “Nice and warm and—we’re both naked, too.”
“Good call,” he said with a wink. “It almost feels like a baptism of sorts.”
“A baptism or a—” She cleared her throat. “Crossing of a threshold. Like… when you walk across a patch of fire, it’s like a crossing of a threshold. Dunking into water against the cold wind is something in the similar vein.”
“It’s a little weird when you think about it,” he told her as he bowed his head closer to the water’s surface. “People trust water more than fire and yet water has done far more destruction.”
“We’re as powerful as the life of water itself,” she whispered to him as she lingered closer to him. The water swirled around them as if to cradle them against the winds. Alex lowered his head more towards her as if he was about to push her down underneath the water as part of the crossing of the threshold once again.
“Submerge me,” he whispered to her. He closed those baby blues so his dark eyelashes and his milky skin contrasted against the blue waters behind him. A proper bluesman, with the color washed out from his face and his body with the field of peacock blue all around them.
“Submerge me,” he repeated. She rested her hands upon the crown of his head, right upon that plume of silver no less, and she shoved him underneath the water’s surface. Through the jostled surface, she made out the shape of his body down below there. His hair fanned out from the crown of his head, and then he lunged for her body. She jolted back from the impact, but she managed to stay upright with her head above the water so she could breathe.
His cherry lips caressed over her skin on the inside of her thighs. She let out a low whistle, and then he slipped his fingers in between her lips. She bowed her head and she maintained the treading through the water.
A gust of wind sent a series of chills over the crown of her head and down onto her neck.
She ducked her head down underneath the water’s surface to protect herself from another chill courtesy of the winds, and also to see what he was doing unto her underneath the water’s surface. He resembled to a merman with his long black curls spread behind his head. Though he was completely naked, she pictured him with a long black shark’s tail in lieu of his legs and his bare ass, complete with the lacy dorsal and rudder fins. Underneath them stood the pale sandy floor of the spring: at least it had a floor at the bottom rather than a seemingly endless spring high up in the mountains.
His fingers made their way in between the lips of her hood all to expose her clit. Though they were both holding their breath, he glanced up at her with those sharp eyebrows to accentuate those baby blues for her, as if he was seducing her once again.
Christine raised her head and she gasped for air. She also gasped because Alex used the spring water as his own lubricant as part of a fingering on her part.
She thrust her hips forward as if she was ready for him to do his magic unto her, there under the water’s surface. The warmth of the water cradled them. The cold from the wind sent chills up and down her spine. It was all almost far too much for her to bear right then: the slightest caress on Alex’s part made her gasp from the sparkling feeling of an orgasm right between her legs.
His fingers followed by the very tip of his tongue, and she ducked her head underwater again. That time, he had rolled over onto his side and he gazed up at her with those hooded eyes and his hair still fanned out from the sides of his head like a series of tentacles. He cocked out his hip a bit to accentuate the delicate shape of his body.
Indeed, she noticed that his streak had grown to an extent, and his waist, while still very slender, seemed a bit fuller than before. All she could think about was all of the cookies that he had had in their little safe room in the heart of the snowstorm. A slender, beautiful merman without his tail or his fins.
He reached up for her, as if he beckoned a kiss from her. He puckered those cherry lips and he closed his eyes.
Christine realized that he had been holding his breath this entire time. She took him by the hand and she led him back up to the water’s surface. Like how he pushed her back up to the surface first, she did the same for him. She gasped for air once again and he had done so as well.
Alex ran his fingers down his face to remove the extraneous water from his eyes and the sides of his nose. He then turned to her with his eyebrows raised and his hair spread over one side of his face.
“Kiss me, baby doll,” she begged him over the surface of the water.
“Only if you’re willing to kiss me as well,” he whispered to her.
“Where did this come from?” she asked him. “You were so reticent before.”
“It’s the feel of the water all around us,” he said as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I feel a lot freer here in the water than I do back down on land.”
She showed him a smile. “I like that,” she told him: a plume of steam wafted off the water’s surface next to their heads, as if to protect them from onlookers, though it was obvious they were alone there in the spring.
Alex lingered closer to her face: the way the water droplets rested on his face as well as the side of his neck and his collar bones, and the way that his black hair trickled down from the sides of his head like streams of kelp from the heart of the ocean. From the depths of space as well as the deepest, darkest corners of the ocean waters. So full of contradictions, and yet she wanted to feel every part of it.
She put her hands upon his hips. With the feel of the water around them, his skin felt like the softest silk she could ever imagine. Her fingers caressed the fullest part of his body, and he tipped his head back a bit, all so she could have a full view of his neck and that prominent Adam’s apple.
“The feel of the water,” she echoed him, and she reached down for a feel of his bare genitals.
So soft.
She pressed her lips onto his.
So intimate and so gentle with the flow of the warm water all around them. She fondled him with one hand while she kept her one hand on his hipbone.
He rested a hand on the small of her back to bring her closer to him.
She fondled him with both hands shortly after that, and he gasped from the feeling. She took a glimpse down through the jostled surface of the water all to see that he had come for her.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested with a sly smile. “Get out of the water and get dry. I worry about us getting too cold.”
“Me, too,” she replied.
“You’re in charge, after all,” he told her with a little wink. She once again took him by the hand, and she led him to the other side of the spring, to the edge of a flat stretch of land, protected from the wind no less. She climbed out of there first, and then she reached out for him, and he took her hand with both of his, and she pulled him out of the spring and onto the dry ground.
“Close my eyes again?” she asked him.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
He lay her down onto the ground and she closed her eyes yet again.
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