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/Sleighbells Ring, are you listening?/ - Me and Seven-

"Maybe," Bernard said, considering the theory for a moment, "I mean, magic arrows being used on magic beings seems like a recipe for disaster - but maybe they don't work because even the arrows knew I just needed you to come along."

He looked over at her then,

"We'll figure it out." he said, "I mean, we have to consider that you'd be leaving some things behind, right? Family. Friends?"
 
Winter looked towards him again, that sweet smile on her face. She felt that urge again, but knew they should get inside to the warmth. She approached the door and put in the key. Humming faintly as she stopped for a minute, to look back at him. "Maybe they knew." She said with a soft and cheery smile. Then she stepped back a little, holding on to his hand as she did. Her eyes watching him as she started to pull herself together. She needed all of her reserve strength to be able to do what she wanted to do.

"I won't be leaving anything behind. Charlie and his family can visit me when they want. My parents aren't any jingling concern of mine anymore." She whispered as she stepped froward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she closed the door with her foot, kicking it closed lightly. She pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes gently. This is all that matters. She thought to herself gently.
 
Bernard hadn't realized exactly how cold it was outside until he was back inside, and the warmth of the house hit him like a brick - though, he'd noticed the warmth in this home was different from the one in the Shoppe. This heat felt manufactured, almost clinical, but in the Shoppe there was something nearly sentient about it.

That little detail stopped mattering almost immediately, however, because then there was a different warmth and it came from Winter, and it was nicer than anything he had ever encountered before. She kissed him and he responded in kind, finding her lips pliant against his, his arms slipping around her to pull her close; despite his lacking height, Winter was still shorter than he was, so he had to lean just a little into it and in the process he realized her body was pressed to his, her chest against his.

He blushed.
 
Winter realized the same that he did. That they were closer then she really ever had been before. She pressed even closer till, wanting to lose herself in the smell and taste of him. He was everything Christmas, he was everything she loved about the holiday. He was the warmth and the compassion that she had sought all her life as a child. She was pretty sure he was the one that made sure she had at least one special present under the tree. Even when it wasn't what she asked for. It was almost always somethign she needed. She had thought it was Santa, but why would santa leave someone figurines?

Well not exactly figurines, snowglobes. These depicted different holiday scenes, and lined the girls shelf in her bedroom. Of which he had yet to be in, so probably wouldn't know that she had kept every present she had ever gotten from Santa. But what she had to focus on right now was his lips. The feel of him was wonderful, and all she wanted to do was lose herself more. A soft sound left her as her lips moved against his a little harder, really just following her instincts.
 
Up until then, most of their kisses had been soft - nearly chaste - but as they stood in the warmth and privacy of Winter's home, Bernard could feel a change. For starters, Winter's response became more assertive as she pressed more into the kiss, and Bernard trailed a hand up into her hair, fingers tangling gently into the strands.

Gently, almost curiously, he let his tongue play against her lips, testing her response.
 
If she could hear his thoughts, she would agree. This kiss was different then the others. They were in private, and it was warm. But the warmth she felt came from within, and from him. Her arms wrapped more firmly around his neck as she almost tried to meld herself with him. There was no space between their bodies, she was that close to him. She wanted to melt into him, dissolve and just float away on the bliss that flew through her. When his fingers tangled in her hair, there was another small sound. Something that Bernard could easily identify as a moan.

She was sensitive, when it came to her hair. But she was sensitive in general. She opened herself to him, and allowed him to slip his tongue in. Her mind reeling with the true taste of him. As her cheeks flared with color. A faint sound left her as she played back, her tongue lightly tangling against his. Testing and almost teasing. Her fingers were doing something else all together. She went from her arms wrapped around his neck, to her hands cupping his head. Tangled in his curls, and the tips of her fingers just barely playing across the back of his ears. She didn't know that it could possibly be a sensitive place on him. All she knew is she wanted to be closer.

Something in her was lighting up, and it was making everything feel... sweeter.
 
Bernard didn't miss the tiny sound that escaped Winter when his fingers went in her hair and he certainly wasn't going to ignore that particular response - quite the contrary, in fact, as he ran his fingers through the strands and then brought his hand back up to weave through it again, exploring what had caused her to make the sound.

And then her tongue met with his, playful and sweet, and Bernard gave a little laugh against her mouth, barely resisting the temptation to tickle her or do something equally silly.

Of course, that thought dissappeared entirely when her hands went into his hair, an action that knocked his hat away as her fingers gripped the ridiculous dark ringlets and briefly, terribly briefly, she touched the ridge of his ears and Bernard took in a sharp, audible breath.
 
Winter kissed him back, her head tilting now as she continued that little playful tease of her tongue against his. His fingers in her hair, stroking and bringing her to life. That small fire was becoming a slow blaze. Something leaking through her, like the finest of hot chocolate. She found herself flaring to life even further. But it was when his fingers tangled back in the base of her neck again, that she moaned again. She pulled her hands back a little. Her mouth just a little, catching his laugh.

A soft sound left her again, but it was a happy one. She kissed him again, this time after taking a nice breath. She could breath through her nose yes, but she liked feeling light headed from his kisses. A shudder passed over her frame as she heard his gasp. Had he reacted to her fingers near his ears? Oh yes, yes he had. She shivered and kissed him back just a little more, pushing back against him and tangling her tongue with his. This was perfect, and as this thought left her she let her hands trail forward a little more. Her thumbs brushed over the ridge of his ear, up to the point. Repeating the action.

She didn't know what she was doing, or what sort of reaction it might get out of him. But she knew that she wanted him closer.
 
Bernard had been focused on what Winter's body felt like right then, the way her hair felt against his fingers, the curve of her back against his palm, the way her lips felt against his own - so he had been scarcely aware of what his own body had been up to while he wasn't paying attention, and it turned out that parts of him were reacting in ways that he was sure he didn't tell them to, spurred on by the little noises Winter was making.

The kiss continued until they were both breathless but still unwilling to part - it was only when Winter's hands made their way back to his ears that he had no choice but to break the kiss with a more audible moan, his hips twitching against hers in reaction and he briefly looked startled,

"Sorry," Bernard said breathily, having trouble articulating with her hands on his ears, "It's just - the ears are - I, uh. Oh boy."
 
Winter kissed him with all she had, her breath became short and finally she came up for air. That blush was across her face, and she found that parts of her had reacted without her knowing so. Her shirt rubbing against her funny, considering she was wearing a thin bra underneath. It was a little, obvious that it had affected her. She wasn't used to this kind of sensation in her body. That little twitch of his hips had caused her eyes to go wide. Her lips pursed for a moment as she blushed darker and giggled. "Really?" She asked softly as she slipped her thumb and forefinger up his left ear. Fingering it gently and leaning in. "It what?" She asked lightly as her head titled to the side.

Why was she feeling so... naughty. Why did she want to explore her sensations further. Her hands pulled him a little closer, and instead of her lips meeting his... she slowly slid them up his ear. She had seen something like this in a movie once. She wondered if this was what it was to turn a guy on.
 
Humans had erogenous zones, that was a given, and for some of them that included the ears - but there wasn't an elf alive who wasn't affected when something was done to their ears.

But Bernard, even by elf standards, had sensitive ears; normally he had the benefit of them being covered by his hair, but under the circumstances his only method of defense was gone.

"Yeah, really," Bernard replied breathily, head tilting left as she slid her fingers over his ear; his eyes fell shut as he tried to answer her question while suppressing another moan, "It - it, uh. Geez. Ah, Winter, it does things to elves. The ear thing. It - gnh."

The last bit was an odd little sound that came from his throat, something inarticulate and slightly tortured; part of him was concerned that Winter was unaware of precisely what she was doing right then, that maybe she thought it was completely innocent when it was, in fact, the very opposite.

Of course, then she leaned in and brought her mouth to his ear and Bernard knew that she had to be aware. One hand slid to her shoulder, the other remaining in her hair as she kissed along the ridges, a feeling that was almost torturous; emboldened by Winter's actions, he slid his hand from her shoulder, across to her collarbone, and then down to her chest, gently cupping one of her breasts, his thumb stroking over her nipple though the material of her shirt.
 
Winter had come to understand what she was doing. Even as he spoke, a soft thrill raced through her. Her arm wrapped around his neck again, and her hand stayed on his ear. Her lips slowly sliding up the length of his right ear. Slowly she let her lips part, and her tongue flicked out across the tip just for a moment. Almost giving him a kiss there, like they had just shared. Then her lips wrapped around the tip and she sucked on it. Hot little images flared through her mind as she shivered in delight. This was definitely like Christmas morning. The trepidation and excitement that raced through her.

"mmnn?" She said in a questioning tone. Only to gasp against his ear, sending a hot breath across the flesh. He was touching her, and it was definitely effecting her. Her breath picked up again, as she whimpered against his lips. "Bernard..." She said softly, it was a question but not. She wanted more, she just didn't know how to ask. Didn't know how to progress this situation. Obviously her body was reacting. Her tights started to feel a little more nerve wracking to her, for some reason they were rubbing her funny. Her panties felt a little wet, and she was getting more of that as he ran his thumb over her nipple.

She wanted him, and she wasn't exactly sure how they should work through this. Though honestly some part of her wished he'd put her on the wall, and kiss her like they did in movies. But she sufficed to return with sucking on his ear tip, until he decided what he was going to do.
 
Bernard could hear and feel Winter reacting to him, it came in the form of her breath quickening against his skin, her fingers digging into his jacket, and the tiny noises she made at each of his movements.

Her mouth began to work at his ear more obviously now, and Bernard felt a surge of heat pass through his spine, something that made him press up against her for a moment, their hips aligning for an instant; the head elf brought one hand down to Winter's hip, pulling her against him, something he did instinctively, an action that made it obvious exactly how much she was effecting him.

He dropped his head down, partly to get away from Winter's mouth - the feeling was driving him crazy - and partly to get to her throat; he pushed her scarf aside and kissed along the pale skin of her neck, taking in the scent of her, lips running against her pulse. When he looked up at her again, his eyes were alight with something playful; like Winter, he was aware that they both wanted this to progress, but was unsure how to say it.

Instead, his eyes went from her, to the hallway, flicking towards it as though to indicate they should, perhaps, go somewhere more comfortable; his hand slid from her hip, to her wrist, then slid down to intertwine their fingers.
 
Winter's breath picked up, as her head tilted back a little. She let go of his ear, just as his head dipped down. Blue eyes widened, till they could have been as wide as saucers. Her hair was falling out in a disheveled manner now, and she was sure she was flushing deeply. A low moan left her as she realized his hand was on her hip. She was a little surprised to realize he was pressed so close to her. Her eyes watched his, seeing the playful nature there. She wasn't sure how to respond.

Slowly his lips teased her neck, and she squirmed al little harder. This was perfect, it was the oddest but most perfect Christmas ever. She twined her fingers with him, and now, nodding softly. She twisted just a little to head down the hallway a little. Towards the living room, no point in progressing it to the bedroom just yet. It aws a little quick, at that. But she wanted to have this time with him. She was going to believe him that they would be staying together. Because she wanted that, so badly.

For now, she had this to look forward too. She had this to pull herself along with. She heard the puppy snuffling around, for a moment, and settling down to sleep. Slowly she walked back towards the living room, his fingers in hers. It felt comfortable, these feelings. It wasn't something that needed words, just actions. Her head turned, as she sent him a nervous smile. Letting go of his fingers as she sat down on the couch. She slowly reached up and pressed her hand to the fabric of his jacket.
 
Bernard curled his fingers around Winter's tiny hand as they moved down the hall and into the sitting room; with the overhead lights off and the sun beneath the horizon, the room was lit only by the glow of the Christmas trees tiny lights, casting the room in hues of gold and amber that reflected off of Winter's hair. He felt her hand press against his jacket and he took it as an invitation, moving onto the couch beside her, he brought a hand through her hair with fascination, watching the strands fall through his fingers like water, coloured by the lighting.

For a moment his dark eyes focused on her features, on her lips, her eyes, on everything that made her and he felt another swell of nervousness,

"I, ah," Bernard said, and his eyes flicked downwards for a moment, one of his hands moving forward, almost hesitating as though unclear if he might be doing something he shouldn't be doing, and he set his hand onto her leg, gently giving it a squeeze, just above the knee.
 
Winter stared around at the room. It was lit up by the trees lights, and it was beautiful, she found herself lost for a moment. A shiver was passing across her flesh as she blushed darkly as he collapsed on the couch beside her. Well he sat down, and he was close, she felt the connection with him. It had been building ever since he came here. She was nervous, but she wasn't going to let that show too much. She smiled at him, and shuddered softly. His hand rested on her leg, and she stared at him. He was touching her hair, and her leg, and she was relaxing.

"It's ok Bernard..." She said finally, a soft smile playing across her lips again as she leaned in to kiss his nose lightly. She was being absolutely cute, and it was just the way she was. "It's alright..." She said as she slipped her hand over his and leaned back a little, so her hair was spread out over the darkness of the couches spread. "I want to be closer with you..." She said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. This was what heaven was, this moment with him, this place and time.
 
A lopsided smile appeared on Bernard's face when Winter placed a kiss on the tip of his nose and he moved with her; as her arms went around his waist, he set one hand onto the couch beside her head, the other still on her leg as he moved over her, their bodies pressed close. The hand by her head moved to her hair again, carding through it while the other slipped lightly along the back of her thigh, grazing and almost tickling her through the luminescent stockings, moving down until his hand was on her rear.

He leaned in and placed a kiss against Winter's lips, and then ducked his head to continue where he had left off, kissing down the line of her throat; her words were enough to embolden him, and he moved his hand up to her waist, slipping his fingertips under the edge of her sweater, skimming over the skin of her stomach before his hand splayed out and pressed against her skin, sliding up to her ribcage.
 
Winter stared up at him, her eyes alight as she squirmed on the couch. One hand was above her head, the other was resting on her leg still. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair again. Stroking her fingers across the tips of his ears, and giggling softly as she watched him. Her cheeks darkened further with her blush, as his hand slipped down on to her rear. It was a little nervwracking at first, but she was getting used to the sensation of him touching her. Blue eyes widened a little, as she watched his darker ones. He leaned in and kissed her, and her eyes closed. There it was again, he tasted like Christmas.

All minty, and sweet, and crisp, and everything lovely about christmas. Everything that Christmas with her family was supposed to have been. He was being the family that she had always wanted, well more like the companion that she had always wanted. A shiver passed across her frame, and a gasp left her as his fingertips slid up under the edge of her sweater. "Ahhh... gods..." She murmured and gasped ever so softly. "Jingle Bells, Bernard...."
 
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