Wheel of the Year 3: Yule    The Wheel Of The Year #3:* *YULE* 
 *By GILDA LILY* 

 Welcome to the third installment of THE WHEEL OF THE YEAR 
series.  Deck the halls, trim the tree, light the candles and be of good 
cheer.  Celebrate the time of the Holly King and the Goddess of the 
Moon, and capture your heart's desire under the mistletoe. 
 Rated NC-17 for m/m sex. 
        Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, more's the pity, but I 
let 'em have fun! 
 (c) December 23, 1997 
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 *Snow drifted across the clean air, the falling of twilight 
gentle on the earth as the stars began to twinkle in a purple sky. 
Along the country roads the houses were lit from within with yellow 
warmth, the inhabitants happy and content.  Sparkling trees and 
jewel-like lights lit up the semi-darkness, candles burning like beacons 
in the windows. 

 The snow was a soft blue, tiny diamonds sparkling in its 
smoothness as the silence blew against the trees, the tall sentinels 
whispering their secrets as the forest waited in joyful anticipation. 

 Two figures walked across the endless expanse, hands entwined. 
The Mountie and the Cop were as silent as the night, but love shone in 
their eyes, twin mirrors of green and blue.  Their eyes matched the 
colors of twilight as the trees stood against the snow. 

 With unerring knowledge, Benny drew Ray deeper into the stand of 
trees surrounding the clearing.  He brought his lips to press lightly 
against his lover's, and Ray hugged him tightly. 

 They fell gently under the sheltering boughs of an evergreen, 
the eternal scent filling their senses.  Ray ran his gloved fingers 
through thick, chestnut hair.  Benny smelled like evergreen.  He pressed 
his body closer to his love's as he kissed him deeply. 
  
 The stars began to shine brighter as the two moved as one, 
bodies in perfect rhythm.  Ray's emerald eyes rivaled the celestial orbs 
as he looked at pale, star-kissed skin, a rosy mouth quirking up into a 
smile.  Thick lashes framed those deep, midnight-blue eyes.  Ray loved 
his Mountie with all his heart. 

 Benny was entranced as Ray leaned over him, lean and hungry, 
wild and lovely.  A smile that could melt a god's heart ran along his 
veins, tingling throughout his body as his beautiful Italian brushed a 
lock of hair from his brow.  The trees whispered again, a tiny shudder 
running through Benny's soul.  How he would always love this man with 
all his heart. 

 It was quiet here under the boughs, snow sprinkling down to dust 
their hair and clothes.  Evergreen laced their senses.  Benny looked up 
at the stars through the branches and Ray saw them reflected in his 
eyes.  He kissed the pale, smooth throat and they began to move again, 
soft cries and moans drifting away on the wind until the final cry, and 
Ray rested his head on Benny's chest, cheek scratching against the 
lumberjacket, as Benny wrapped his arms around him.  Here they would be 
safe; nothing would hurt them in the shelter of the tree's arms.  The 
world went on outside this space, and they let it go on, their souls as 
one. 

 The Moon came out, and She saw that the night was good, and 
blessed Her two children, the Lovers of the Light.* 
  
  

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