by CJ England
"I do not kid,” he told the startled woman. “But I do thank you for helping me to understand my feelings.” Leaning forward he kissed Gwen on both cheeks. He thought of how he'd left Ami in tears earlier and grimaced. He had some apologies to make. “Now I must go and see my lady."
Leaving her dumbfounded, he bowed and slipped away into the surging crowd, already planning on just how he would make it up to the woman he loved.
* * * *
As the shadows lengthened in the room, Amy paced back and forth in front of the big window. Where was he? She'd dressed as quickly as she could and gone out looking for him, but could find him nowhere. After several hours of fruitless searching, she'd come back to the house hoping he'd be here, but again she was disappointed. She brushed tears away wishing she could take back her angry words.
"Givré,” she whispered, staring out the front window. Everyone's Christmas lights were coming on and it painted beautiful colors on the drifts of piled snow. But she didn't see them. All she could think about was the hurt on his face when he'd walked away.
She was terrified that he wouldn't come back. That he'd left her for wherever he'd come from before. She didn't care whether it was the nearest mental hospital, the French Foreign Legion or a star in the sky. She just wanted him to walk through the door.
It frightened her that a man she knew so little about had become so important to her. But no matter how many times she told herself it was moving too fast, to take it slow ... whenever he looked at her with those smoky dark eyes, she'd find herself melting inside. There was something about him, that indefinable knowing that draws a woman to a man. She couldn't fight against it. Hell, she wasn't even sure she wanted to
She paced into the kitchen and picked up a Frosty's Butterscotch Cookie. Nibbling on it, she couldn't help but remember how Givré had made love to her on the kitchen table. She shook her head. His name might be Frosty, but he was anything but. He was warm and giving and loving.
"Oh please,” she whispered. “Please come back.” Burying her face in her hands she fought not to cry.
She didn't hear the door open, or the footsteps. Her first clue that she wasn't alone came when the perfume of roses filled her nostrils. Her head snapped up and she saw him, standing in the doorway, a huge bouquet of red roses in his hand.
They stared at each other for a long moment, then he simply opened his arms. With a sob, Amy ran across the room and threw herself against him.
Givré's eyes smarted when she snuggled against him. He'd been desperately afraid that he would go to her ... hat in hand ... or in this case, roses in hand, and she wouldn't have even missed him. Seeing the trembling lips and tear filled eyes made him realize that she'd been as upset as he with what had happened. Remerciez un dieu! Thank God!
He bent and brushed her fragrant hair with his lips. “Je suis désolé. Pardonnez-moi,” he whispered.
She said nothing, just buried her head against his chest.
"I am sorry,” Givré repeated, realizing he'd spoken his apology in French. “Please, ma ange ... forgive me."
Amy shook her head and his heart sank. Then she sniffed and raised her tear filled eyes. “It's not your fault. It was me. I shouldn't have called you an idiot."
He crushed her to him. “Non, I was the one who said things that were unworthy. I cannot let you take the blame for my anger."
She pulled back so she could frame his face in her hands. “No ... it wasn't you.” When she saw he was ready to object, she shook her head again. “Givré, please, I want to explain."
His dark eyes sharpened, and without a word, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the front room. There, he laid her down on the couch, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “First ... allow me to give you these. I have a temper, Ami, and because I care so much for you ... I did not control it as I should. For that ... I am sorry.” He kissed her again, handing her the fragrant bunch of roses.
Amy buried her nose in them, marveling at the sweet scent. “They are beautiful, Givré, but you didn't need to do it."
His brows shot into his dark hair. “I bring you flowers because I ... care for you Ami.” His eyes darkened. “Je t'adore."
She gazed up at him, seeing something in him she hadn't before. “I'm not ashamed of you. Please, you must believe me. It wasn't that."
He lifted her hand to his lips. “Then tell me why you were so embarrassed, if it was not me."
Sighing, she laid the roses on the coffee table. “It's just that I don't usually have guys in my apartment.” Her cheeks flushed. “I date, but not very many make it to the ‘you can come home with me’ stage. Sophia says I'm too picky."
The thought of any other man touching her made his already unsteady emotions flare. “I am glad,” he said fiercely. “You are too special a woman to give yourself thoughtlessly.” He fought back words of possession. He didn't have the right.
"I was embarrassed when my friends came over. Not because of you, but because of me. They'll tease me about you. And when you leave...” her voice trailed off.
"They will tease you more.” Suddenly, he understood.
Her eyes lifted to his. “You're important to me, Givré. I don't want to waste the time we have together. Please, forgive me for what I said. I didn't mean it the way it came out."
His chest swelled at her words. Lying down beside her on the narrow sofa, he cupped her cheek in his large hand. “Ami ... you are the most important person in the world to me. I wish to spend every minute I have with you. I am angry now ... only because we wasted time we could have been enjoying each other.” He brushed his lips over her soft cheek. “Will you forgive me my mauvaise humeur ... my tantrum?"
Amy stared up into his handsome face. Her heart ached with some emotion she couldn't name. Gently, she rubbed her face into his hand. “Of course I will, if you forgive me my stupidity."
Givré chuckled. “Easily, ma ange. It is forgotten."
Sighing, she snuggled against him. “I'm glad."
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. “I have something else for you."
She blinked. “Something else?"
"Oui ... a gift."
"Givré, you don't need to buy me anything.” Amy frowned. “Where did you get the money?"
He smiled down at her. “It is a part of the magic, Ami. When I need money, it is there for me. As long as I am not foolish, or selfish with it."
"Must be nice,” she muttered, worried he'd knocked over a convenience store.
"It is,” he agreed blithely. “Especially when I can do this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rectangular jewelry box.
Amy's eyes widened. “Oh wow! Givré, what did you do?"
Chuckling, he flipped open the box lid. “I saw this and thought of you, sweet Ami."
Her mouth dropped open at what she saw. “Oh My God.” Nestled in the black velvet box was a pendant of diamonds.
The diamonds were clustered in the shape of a snowflake about the size of a quarter, small ones on the outside, bigger on the inside, down to a single large marquise diamond in the center. It glittered in the firelight like a thousand stars come down from the sky. It was so fragile, so delicate, Amy was afraid to touch it.
Without a word, Givré took it from the box and carefully fastened it around her slim neck. “Now,” he said as he kissed the hollow of her throat. “Whenever you see snow, you will remember me."
Amy touched the beautiful necklace. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. “I don't know what to say."
He kissed her again, this time more lingeringly on the lips. “It is enough to see the pleasure in your eyes."
She leaned up and nibbled on his bristly chin. All at once, she knew exactly what she wanted. “Make love to me, Givré. Please."
Desire colored his dark eyes. “I will love you for as long as you will have me,” he said hoarsely. “Je suis dans l'amour avec vous.” Before she could ask what he meant, his hard lips came down on hers
.
She moaned at his touch. Even though they had made love earlier, she wanted him all over again. The world seemed right when she was in his arms, and no matter how old fashioned that sounded, she knew it was true.
His lips nibbled at hers and sucked. His cool tongue dipped in to tease and torment until she was writhing in his arms. He never stopped kissing her as he carefully unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra. When his hands cupped her warm breasts, they both groaned.
Hands that were as skilled with loving as with painting, pushed her blouse and bra off. Leaning back, he stared down at her beauty. “I am overwhelmed by what I see, ma ange. You are the most belle woman I have ever seen."
Amy caught her breath at the look in his eyes. She believed him. The desire she saw in his face was true ... real. He did think she was beautiful. She gasped again, as he drew her jeans and panties off. Within seconds, she was naked, laying before him like a sacrifice of old, the firelight reflecting off her body and the glittering pendant at her throat.
Her heart beat fast as she lifted her hand to him. “I want to see you,” she whispered. “I want to feel your skin against mine."
He didn't need to be asked a second time. He was barely controlled as he pulled his clothes off, tossing them uncaringly to the floor. Moments later, he stood before her, his magnificent body hard and strong in the glow of the fire.
Just for a second, Amy could see the form of the snowman in him and her heart skipped a beat. Oh my God, she thought to herself. What if all he says is true?
She forced the thought from her mind and sat up. Wrapping her hand around his large erection, she gently pulled him closer. “I've wanted to do this since I first saw you."
"Ami..."
"Shhh.... “she quieted him. “This time I get to taste you."
Givré groaned as she buried her face in his groin. Her soft hair tickled his thighs as she rubbed her soft chin over his sensitive skin. He could feel her tongue lick out as she reached the place between his balls and the base of his penis and he gritted his teeth to keep control.
Slowly, she licked up his shaft, tracing the underside with her tongue. His hands went to the sides of her head, unconsciously holding her closer as her mouth brushed the head of his cock. Beads of pre-cum oozed from the slit and he groaned aloud when her tongue shot out and captured them. His knees threatened to buckle when her warm mouth enveloped him. He growled at her in his own language as she sucked hard, her warm hands cupping his scrotum as she did so.
Amy's whole body tingled with arousal. He tasted of musk and man, and she never wanted to let him go. She thought about how she carved this part of her snowman and smiled. If this were her snowman, then it was definitely a matter of her eyes being bigger than her stomach ... or in this case, her mouth. He was so big; there was no way she could take him all in.
Instead, she took as much of him into her mouth as possible. Then she wrapped one hand around his throbbing shaft, while the other continued fondling his balls. She began moving her hand up and down, enjoying the velvet feel of him, while her tongue and mouth sucked busily. His heartfelt groan told her he was enjoying her ministrations. Her own body pulsed with desire as he began to move in rhythm with her strokes. More pre-cum flooded her mouth and she moaned as well.
Givré let her continue for as long as he could stand it. His body was rigid with the control that it took to keep himself from driving deep into her loving mouth. He could feel the heat building slowly in his groin and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he would explode.
But as much as he was enjoying this, he wanted more to be inside her when he lost control. He wanted to feel her soft heat milk him as she shuddered in her own climax. The thought made his balls tighten dangerously and with a soft curse, he bent and pulled her off of him.
Amy gave a mewl of disappointment and tried to take him in her mouth again, but he pushed her back onto the couch, coming down on top of her.
"Ma ange...” he groaned as he covered her face in kisses. “You destroy me. I want to love you properly."
"Please, Givré,” she moaned, writhing beneath him. “I need you. Please."
With a sound like a growl, he kneed her legs opened and settled between them. “I wanted this to be slow and gentle, but you have brought me too close."
Amy laughed softly and wrapped her legs around him, bringing her heated quim against his seeking cock. “I don't care about slow, Givré. I just want you inside of me ... now!"
Her words inflamed him. Without another word, he drove himself deep into her. Amy's head fell back and she screamed his name. Burying his head in her shoulder, he began thrusting into her, unable to find any semblance of control. His balls burned, his shaft wept, each driving move bringing him closer and closer to ecstasy. Just as he thought he couldn't hold back anymore, Amy screamed again, her yoni clenching down on him with such force that he shouted her name and exploded, filling her with his life seed.
But even then he couldn't stop. His body had taken over and he continued to move within her. He brought them both to completion a second time, before they both shuddered and cried out each others name. Then, like two falling stars, they drifted to earth secure in each other's arms.
Chapter Six
Rocking around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday
Everyone's dancing merrily, in a new old fashioned way
'Rocking around the Christmas Tree'
Amy pulled into the parking lot and shut off the car. She turned and looked at the silent man beside her. “Are you sure you want to do this?"
Givré smiled, and taking her hand in his, kissed each finger tip. “Oui, ma ange ... I look forward to seeing your friends again. And this...” He glanced out the window at the blinking Christmas lights that decorated the pub. “It seems an interesting place."
Grinning, she unbuckled her seatbelt. “It's our favorite club."
Quickly, he was out of the car and around to open her door. “Allow me.” He grasped her hand and helped her out of the small car. Taking advantage of her closeness, he pulled her against him, plundering her lips with his own. Amy's knees went weak.
"There,” he said, satisfaction ripe in his voice. “Now you look well loved. All will know you are mine."
Smoothing her hair back into place, Amy glanced up at him. “And that is important to you?"
He smiled. “Très important.” He folded her hand into his and began walking to the building. “After all, I want to enjoy this evening, not fight other men who wish to make you theirs."
Amy laughed with genuine amusement. “I don't exactly draw men to me, Givré. That's not going to happen."
He shook his dark head. “You are like a beautiful flower, just ready to open. All the bees can scent your perfume. I will have to be very watchful, I am sure."
She decided not to dissuade him. He'd see soon enough that she was no ‘perfumed flower'. Instead she snuggled close to him, secretly glad that just this once, she would be on the arm of a handsome hunk, rather than with her girlfriends.
They walked into The Caribou Tavern and she giggled at the incredulous look on Givré's face. She couldn't blame him. Some joker had the jukebox playing Christmas, Don't be Late by Alvin and the Chipmunks. Their squeaky voices crooned over the speakers...
Christmas, Christmas time is near
Time for toys and time for cheer
We've been good, but we can't last
Hurry Christmas, hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
Me, I want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late.
Some of the guys at the bar were singing along with the music, their deep voices cracking as they tried to hit the high notes.
"Mon Dieu,” Givré breathed. “Are you sure we are in the right place?"
Amy giggled. “Yep! Those are just some of the regulars singing for their supper.” She pulled on his arm. “Come on ... don't be shy."
> He stopped dead in his tracks, a horrified look on his face. “You do not expect me to sing as well? I must draw a line, Ami."
She laughed aloud. “No, no. Just come on in. You'll get used to it."
He looked at her unbelievingly. “That ... I do not believe.” He glanced around. “I wish to use ... how do you say it? The little boy's room?"
Amy laughed again and pointed towards the bar. “Over there."
"I will find you, ma cherie.” He bent and kissed her. “Save me a sit."
Amy shook her head at his words, and then pushed her way to the table where she and her friends usually sat. Julie and Sophia were already there, heads close together as they whispered to each other. When they saw her they both broke into identical grins.
Julie pounced first. “Where is he?"
Amy plopped into one of the empty seats. “In the bathroom."
"I can't wait to get another look at him,” Sophia drawled, her eyes dancing. “I've told everyone about your handsome Frenchman."
"I didn't bring him out for everyone to pass judgment on,” Amy groused, already feeling the hot licks of jealousy. “What Givré and I have together is private."
Julie rolled her eyes. “I guess so. You guys have barely left the house."
Sophia snorted. “Would you, if you had that fine piece of ass in your bed?"
"Don't!” Amy retorted sharply. “He's not a piece of ass or a fling. I won't let you treat him like that!"
Her friends stared at her in silence and she flushed, but stood her ground. “I mean it, guys. Any smart remarks and I'll leave."
"You're serious about him, aren't you?” Julie's voice held shock and amazement. “I'm sorry, I didn't know."
Amy bit her lip. She didn't want to be angry with her friends. “I don't know how long he'll be around, but yes ... he is special ... okay?"
Sophia nodded and then grinned. She waved her hand at someone behind Amy. “Fine. We won't be bitchy. But we can look, can't we?” Her eyes moved to over Amy's shoulder. “Because no matter what you say, girlfriend ... he is one fine piece of eye-candy!"