Christmas (3)

The stable was dark and quiet. The bitterly cold, utterly black night closed in around the little building, hiding everything outside.

Christmas (2)

Someone had turned the lights off, and the only light in the room was coming from the wide open fire that burned in the corner of the large Victorian living room that formed part of the flat.

You scratch my back...

He took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. An aromatic candle flickered in the background, filling the room with a faint, relaxing tinge of jasmine, perfect for what he wanted. He reached out and kissed her lips softly, lingering gently against her and inhaling her scent over the jasmine.

First Time...

The candles dotted around the room flickered gently, burning up and dying back in an erratic but beautiful shimmer of ever-changing light. The fragrant dancing glow around the room gave their skin a faint red tinge that only added to the beauty captured in that moment.