Winter in September (Winters)

[madelyn]

Truth was it wasn't winter. It was fall. The leaves outside the academy were turning the beautiful oranges and reds that gave way to the beautiful scene of fall. It was beautiful outside the breeze was blowing the air cooler than it had been when she first arrived at the academy.

That day had been the best day of her life not only was she now free. Out of the clutches of her uncle but she had met the love of her life. Jonathan Winters and he was the man that was responsible for all the changes that had come over the young Madelyn since her stay here.

It was a special day, for the both of them. It was Christmas. Not in the sense that it was December 25th. It was the fact that he would not live to see Christmas and so she had decided and set a day so that they could celebrate the holiday together. She had set up the tree last night. The presents were wrapped beneath the tree in the shiny paper. The lights on the tree were clear as were the ornaments she had bought at the small store in town. The lights refracting through the crystalline ornaments was beautiful and on the top of the tree was a white and gold angel with feathered wings. One ornament she had specially made with their names on it and the year they met. So she would always have just one more reminder.

Her eyes opened slowly and the first thing she saw were the gentle soft lights of the rather large real tree they had gotten sent to the room that sat right next to Jonathan's piano. She rubbed her eyes softly and shifted her head up slightly. She always slept in Jonathan's arms. Her head on his shoulder her hand on his chest. Rising and falling slightly with his wonderful breathing. She wore the button down fuzzy pj shirt that was a soft pink color with little sheep on it. Lifting her head she looked down at her sleeping husband to be and a smile flitted across her face.

Her hands reached over and touched his cross softly as she did every morning. The cold metal always made a smile cross her face. She moved up slightly his arm wrapped around her waist slid down slightly as she leaned over and kissed his lips gently. Today was a weekened day and they usually slept in but the excitement of Christmas was too much. She had never had a Christmas she could remember and so he was going to wake up early. Perhaps they could nap later.

"Jon, wake up. It's Christmas." she whispered softly and kissed his lips again her hand stroking his face softly to wake him up. Her stomach already turning as it did in the mornings but she was too excited and was toning it out today.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Snow was falling lightly onward to the ground. It was a warm, serene day, that felt so ordinary, and yet, felt as if it was bursting with excitement. Jonathan peered around, a very loose white shirt and trousers on, barely enough to keep a man warm. But, the cold wasn't cruel, no, no... it was actually inviting. Besides, in his hands, was the warmest hand he could feel, entwined with his bare hand. Yes, there was a mitt covering it, but, that did not stop him from feeling 'her'.They were both joined, yet, they could walk apart. With excitement, he rushed forward, the girl at his side following him with gusto, her pony-tailed blonde hair trailing after her, lifted in the wind. Stopping abruptly, just overlooking a cliff side, what lay before them was an endless view, filled with snowy brimmed pine trees, pure white plains.. a world completely new, completely fresh. No. The snow was nothing to be afraid of. He'd walked in it for so long... but to have someone share the experience with him... he looked at her quietly, smiling ear to ear, his breath escaping in frosted mists from his mouth for a moment or two, before disappearing. She looked back, smile on her face as well, their eyes interlocking, as they smiled so serenly with their mouths, their eyes, hands taut in their grip, but not painfully so. "Jon, wake up. It's Christmas." His face etched closer, his face frosty, but the smile undetering. He felt so engulfed in happiness. "..It's always Christmas, every day, with you, Madelyn." came the unstuttering voice, as his left hand cupped hers, as lis lips went onto hers, kissing her. It was a beautiful day. Even in the comfortable, peaceful snow, untouched by mankind, pure white, like a clean sheet of paper.. nothing could ever top that feeling, standing atop a cliff, or mountain.. when you share it with another..

* * * * * * *

Waking from a beautiful dream with a beautiful girl, to a beautiful day with his beautiful girl, kissing him awake. She certainly knew how to wake him up, but, he only kept his eyes partially open, hoping, maybe, to get her to let her lips keep touching his, in case she still thought he was asleep. But giving that up, his left hand went over her shoulder, as he leaned up, towards her, smiling with his eyes, a very discreet grin on his lips. "..M-Merry Ch-Christmas, Madelyn." He was stuttering again... but then, that's why dreams were dreams. As unequipped in his mind as he was for usual social manners.. he did feel some urge of.. 'playfulness'. As if he were an actual smile child, with a sudden huge burst of energy. His cross and dog tags dangled freely, across his chest, as his legs, slowly lifted up, one by one, levitating a few feet off the bed, before going down its side, but not leaving his seat from the bed.

"N-Need h-help w-with b-breakfast?" came the inquiry, as he yawned slightly, stretching himself out, his hair dangling a bit messily behind him, going down even to just above his rear-end, his fatigue pants on. A romantic feeling was coming on, one that he usually wouldn't admit to himself, but.. today was special. Stretching back still, he reached behind his back, with both arms, shaking his hand slightly, as he stretched his arms backwards, a trick that seemed to surprise most of his comrades in the D-13 who'd lost that sort of flexibility even before they hit puberty. But, as with anything, no sound was made, his eyes closed, wanting to savor the moment. A day in September to have Christmas. Really, he loved the ingenuity of his fiancee.. setting up the tree had been.. 'enjoyable'. He actually felt very relaxed today. Turning his head to the side.. he gazed at it. Their tree. Their pine tree in September. Kneeling back onto the bed, just looking at it, he kneeled up to Madelyn, resting his head on her shoulder, his left hand clasping hers. Hunger was there, but, since he just woke.. it wasn't too bad. An idea, however, sparked into his mind.. as he slowly backed up, towards the pillows, bringing up the sheets again, over him. "Th-That i-is.. i-if y-you c-can w-wrestle m-me o-out o-of h-here..?"

..Just a little game. He felt strangely.. excited in a way. But, he'd take it easy on her.. she was carrying their child, after all.. and as long as it was wrestling with hugs and kisses.. well, he hoped she was in the spirit of things, as he was. How many hugs and kisses could one give, before she suceeded in getting him out of there?

And then, after that... a little bit of time, under the tree. And wherever else the day would take them.

It was only underneath the sheets that he permitted himself to smile really largely.

[madelyn]

There was just something magical about Christmas. Whether it was the gifts or just the special day there was something almost pure about a day like today. Even though it was September the magic for Madelyn and Jonathan was very real. A special day for the two of them to celebrate and she had a few things planned to make it even better.

Jonathan touched her gently and she smiled knowing she had woken him. Always he was gentle with her. Treating her as if she was fragile and he was so protective. Yet, she loved that he treated her like an angel as if to lose her and he would break. She looked at the love of her life and a bright smile crossed her face. He was grinning. But his eyes held the biggest smile.

Sitting up his hair fell down his back and she ran her fingers through the long soft white locks. She loved his hair it was their own snow. Though none lay outside the window they had snow it was here inside their room. She pulled the hair aside and lay a soft kiss on the back of his neck. But Jonathan, turned and lay his head on her shoulder and she craddled him softly to her running her hand through his hair gently.

Quiet mornings like this were special. Each one brought her closer to his inevitable demise but each was more special than the last and each more cherished than the one before it. But soon he moved and Madelyn watched as he crawled back under the covers. She listened to his words and gave a giggle. She loved him so much and he made life fun. Not only was he gentle and caring but he also made every day something special for her. Whether it was a soft and special touch or something that he told her with that look in his eyes. Anything and everything he did was special. She would not be widowed without the very best of memories.

She pulled the sheet back suddenly and saw the wide bright smile on Jonathan's face. She gave him one back and straddled him. One bare leg on each side of his strong body. She leaned down her hair was loose and falling down on the bed to the right side of his face. She smiled and scrunched up her nose as she giggled.

"I love you." she said softly before she leaned down and kissed his lips softly.

This kiss was like a sunrise in it's own right. Starting out in the dark shades of purple and blues. But as she deepened it her hand moving to the side of his exquisite face her tongue softly moving into his mouth between his lips. The sun rose the hues of oranges and pinks. Symbolic in the fact that each was the sunrise in each others' lives.

This kiss lasted quite a long time. She wasn't so worried about the presents under the tree or what she had planned for breakfast. Breaking the kiss after at least five long sensual minutes her eyes slid open slowly and she looked down at him a smile crossing her face.

"Silly, love." she giggled with a smile as she kissed the tip of his nose softly.

But a mischevious grin crossed the young girls face as she looked up into her fiance's face. She let her hands pull back from his body but they suddenly drove forward onto his ribs and her fingers went to work tickling him wondering if he was tickelish. She would definatly find out now.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

His Greatest Present In The World

Dreams couldn't be this amazing. Such an ordinary thing, as a little kiss to the back of his neck, and he knew he was alive, sighing softly, almost inaudibly. Peace. There peace to be found in days like this, when he didn't have to think about anything but her. But of course, when she pulled down the sheets, he quickly toned down his large smile to a smaller, more embaressed one. His eyes never left hers. But, they did widen with suprise, when she quietly 'got on'. "..L-Love y-you t-too.." was the only response, very quiet in its own way, but then, he wasn't really speaking with his voice. Those pupils, the sharp pupils that followed her around, loving every moment that she was in his gaze.. yes. Easing back his head, blushing back at her slightly, as her own face was simply doing the exact same thing, he closed his eyes, lifting his head, up to hers, letting their lips touch, letting her take control. Letting her go into him first, lighting up the sensations in his body light up and tingle through his whole being. And in that same time.. he restrained himself on purpose. This was her day. She had decided it for him, but.. ultimately, he wanted this to be her day. So much to the point that he had three gifts for her, possibly a fourth.. and pending on how things went, would determine the order in which she received them. One being purely for playful reasons, another for more sensual and remiscient ideals.. and the last being... the one he dreaded, the one they both dreaded, but the one he had to give to her, if today was alright for such a thing to be talked about. ..But that wasn't important right now. She was kissing him and giving him yet another day's reason to live, to enjoy life, to be with her.. saying that it was 'quite a way to start a day' would be an insultive understatement.

Never, never would he get over the embaressment of the fact that he was kissing a girl, much yet the one he loved, so much to the point that he couldn't help his blush from growing with every second they lingered at each other's lips, pressing with so many feelings he could imagine going between them. No.. he would've been perfectly happy, having her kiss him like this, kissing back at the person he adored with whatever was left of his soul... when without even him realizing it, the kiss had already ended. It still seemed so short, in comparison with the rest of his life he had to love her to compensate for the lack of. But a smile went onto her face, and though he could feel his face still brimming with the flush of blood and feeling, his own breathing have increased quite a bit... he could not take away his eyes from hers. "Silly, love."

..Ought to be silly more often. The rewards were... well, rewarding.

A kiss on the nose. Grinning, he lifted his head up to her, nuzzling his nose with its wetness back onto her cheek, affectionately. But the strange... almost overly happy look in her eyes suddenly made him pause, as he leaned back, resting his head on the pillow.. the smile not quite there, as suddenly, he could feel jabs going in and out, over and over again into his ribs.

..What was this sensation..?

"H..hehe...hehahaha..."

Laughing?

"HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--*gasp*---Ahh..ahhhahha...."

He was laughing!?

His arms contorted about, feeling so uncomfortable, but resisting the urge to fight back a bit, letting his arms twitch, as his lungs felt as though he were to burst. He should wear a shirt more often, when he was sleeping. His barechest was heaving in and out, the laughter growing, unable to stop.

Oh, she was a cruel girl.. and he absolutely loved it. He wouldn't stop her.. no.. no he would not...

But his arms, twitching as they were, slowly went up to the sides of her ribs, hoping she wouldn't notice, when they went under her buttoned-down fuzzy P.J. shirt, careful not to go too far, so as to strain it, but, delicately began tapping his own fingers, at random, just barely above her hips, the rubbing and jabbing motions quickening, as he wanted to see two things.

1. If she was also ticklish.

2. If he could make her stop tickling her... in which case... he was determined to make her laugh as much as him.

His left eyes flicked open, despite his laughing body, seeing to catch her eye.

A little whisper came through his eyes..

If she won the game... he'd love to have her on top, if she was in the mood, later on...

Always wondered what would happen if.. for a day, maybe just a night.. what would happen if he let her dominate him completely?

Sounded sorta... kinky.

[madelyn]

Laughter. So many people in life experience it yet she had never heard him laugh, giggle, or chuckle. A smile sometimes. But mostly it was his eyes that showed her what he felt. But she couldn't let him go. Not without experienceing everything she could from him. Getting everything he could give her so that when he was gone she could recall those beautiful memories, so she could tell their children, so she could tell the world what had been Jonathan Winters.

His laughter was like church bells ringing out on a crisp Sunday morning. The dew still on the stalks of grass shaken down slightly from the resonating sound. It was the sound that woke the people from their warm beds calling out to them of merry cheer. His laughter was the sound of Christmas carols sung by the little children on Christmas Eve. Or the first lighting of the Christmas tree every year. It was the sound of beauty, innocence, and love.

She loved it.

His hands, those sneaky appendeges snuck up her shirt and to the bare skin of her own hips and ribs. Tickling her back she squrimed. Laughing hard and giggling her eyes alight with glory and happiness. She pulled back as he tickled her and rolled off of him squirming. Now out of his reach her shirt had, in her squirming reached up just to underneath her bust. Her stomach and panties now showing as she blushed deeply.

It was silly perhaps to blush in front of your husband to be but it still happened for the shy girl. She moved over to him and got on him again pulling her shirt down she smiled. This time she didn't tickle him but had a different torture in mind. This morning was for special things. And special things were so many breakfast could be now or later. She didn't plan to leave the room today. If it had snowed she would have but it hadn't and so she was staying inside with the love that had given her flight.

She leaned down and with a different, serious, very sensual look on her face she kissed his lips. That soft kiss that told him that she loved him more than anything on earth. Their lips melding together in the long and soft passion. It was different than the one earlier. This spoke of a promise. That if now was not the time to make love then surely it would be later. For today was for special things and this was one of them.

For a long time her lips kissed his. She opened her mouth slightly letting her tongue run over his lips in that way that beckoned to him. Her had worked through his luscious hair softly. Pulling back and breaking the kiss her desire filled eyes looked down at him.

How could she live without this man. How could she survive at all without him? He was her life for all intents and purposes because he had given her life when she was merely suriving. He had given her a purpose. But he had also given her a reason to stay alive without him. The two lives that lived in her stomach were the reason. She would live if only to make sure they knew what was happening and everything about their father.

"My favorite present.. is waking up next to you one more time." she whispered softly as she kissed his forehead gently. "For each day that God gives you to me, I am grateful for my gifts."

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Irrevocable Blushing

Madelyn's exposed stomach. Bare skin. Their eyes met, and his cheeks burned. Hugging was fine. Little love kisses were daily delights, little reminders he growing to find that he'd have a hard time going without, even though he knew that she loved him kiss or no. But, when things became intimate... touching her in that.. 'way'.. getting desires to do 'things' with her, and hear those wonderful coos, her moans... that is when his cheeks would burn, his face turn red, his throat, stuck, radiated by the fire that would slowly surge throughout his whole body with.. embaressment. Even on the very first day he met, just the thought of it triggered the reaction, if not worse, a total freezing of his body, as he would just look blankly, blushing like an idiot, like a love bird suddenly stricken for almost no reason. No.. he'd never gotten used to the fact that he... 'touched' her in that way, in such an intimate way, even revealing the final piece of himself to her. Touching her breast? It was arousing, it woke up the lion, but almost made him queasy, made him feel like a pervert. A gentlemen, a gentlemen he was, perhaps to the point of redundancy, but, if that was his fault, then it was part of his personality, wholly and forever.. though... he'd never turn down the 'okay'. What they had was love, after all, although, perhaps conceived at too young of an age, but, given the circumstances, it probably was for better or for worse. He looked into her eyes, wanting to look away, and hide his face behind his hair, but couldn't, his eyes just looking at her, up and down her, unable to help himself. For better. Definetly for better. God Bless her, God Bless her, God Bless her, God Bless her... he wanted to reach up with his hand, and slowly stroke down her stomach, wanted to touch just above where their child was forming, wanting to hug it, wanting to love his Madelyn, and wanting to be with her..

Irrevocable Blushing.

A tinging reminder, his hand stayed, her bust itself was nearly exposed.. he'd mentally smack himself and consider it indecent, if he did that.. and the desire was longing. She herself was blushing, and for the sake of the situation, he didn't want to put her into any thoughts of nervousness.. which, coincentally, was the exact feeling running up and down his body, at the moment, fighting a losing battle to stop himself from getting.. well... uh... 'hard'.

She climbed onto him again.

Breakfast?

What's breakfast?

The most delicious meal on the world, after all, was sitting right on top of him. But he didn't want to eat it all up, too quickly, too fast; No, he wanted to enjoy himself.. but, more then anything... he wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself. A tickle was nothing, it was almost.. a hypocritical sense of tensing relief. ..But that didn't stop his eyes from being wary of her hands, his own trying to ease down, ready to take whatever she would want to throw at him. After all, today... today was for her, for her, the girl he loved the most, the most amazing girl in the world.. his favorite pair of wings. He fought nervousness, the bits that passed through his mind, not wanting to shudder and reveal how 'reved' he was to go, but, the lion was getting.. 'stiffer'.

A roar came from the lion, his heart thumping.. she was leaning over him, the look in her eyes, the look on her face.. my God, my God... that look, that look.. it made him fight with himself, made him want her, and she wasn't backing down. That look.. it dominated him. Lips, soft lips, the lushness, beckoning, like some sweet, unnameable fruit that was just begging to be plucked with his very own pair of lips, right off the branch, his eyes stricken, his hands rising up, to hug her onto him, but, that look in her eyes.. it all but knocked Jonathan Winters out, the sexy look that just completely threw all senses out, his arms stuck up in mid-air, as if to help him balance himself, as.. their... lips... touched...

Call an ambulance...

...There was a fire...

...It was his face.

Madelyn... she'd... had never reallly.. done.. this before. But, in the shock of the kiss, his senses slightly reawoke, starting to kiss back into her, kissing back, pressing back, letting her know that it was okay, that this was okay, even though that was the understatement of the year, and he knew that the Jolly Roger in his pants had cast the masts, as the winds were blowing in full, going full speed ahead, up north. She was pulling him in, their kiss lasting for quite a while. Was suggesting.. 'that'!? A slight opening in their kiss, as she let her tongue out, over his lips, his lips opening for a moment to catch it inside, his right hand coming to life, going over the back of her head, wanting to tug at it, wanting to press it slightly, but right now, he wasn't in control. Even as she finally began to pull back, as he lifted up, sitting up, trying to follow her for as long as he could, he knew who the captain of this voyage was going to be.

Their eyes linked.

Desire in her eyes, but lust, love, infatuation and wanting in his.. she'd won the fight, she'd the battle, she'd won the war. "My favorite present.. is waking up next to you one more time." was the soft whisper as she kissed his forehead with amazing gentleness. "For each day that God gives you to me, I am grateful for my gifts."

The source of Jonathan Winter's manhood was absolutely rigid, and at her complete obediance. How could he respond to this!? "U-u-uhh... u-uhhh..." No, it wasn't just stuttering, it was outright obliviousness. His mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish, as she looked at him, no, he wasn’t in his right state of mind, this wasn’t what ordinarily what happened to him. He’d become Jonathan the Teddy Bear, after so many days with her, hugging, kissing, holding her close to him, as she held him just as tightly, as the days grew shorter, the hours in the day seemingly never enough, though he knew that wasn’t true. Resolution opened up in his mind, as Jonathan’s eyes focused on hers, and his mouth, said plainly.. A-and m-mine i-is b-being a-able t-to h-hold y-you, e-every d-day, s-starting e-every d-day w-with y-you i-in m-my a-arms.. However, his eyes became playful, as he had to add, quietly.. “B-But, you’re g-going t-to k-kill m-me a-at th-this r-rate, M-Madelyn, l-love…”

Even his own body reacted.

There was no deception in his eyes. He wanted her, he wanted her now, and the lion pointed straight up, as if wanting her to back up, just a few more inches to grind against it, but, ultimately, it was up to her. A whimper came out of his mouth… she’d got him all worked up, but, in such a sexy way, to the point where she was the one who absolutely dominated him… no, he couldn’t make the first move, not this time. Even his right hand, that moved up, entwining itself on the back of her head, in her hair, tugging gently, at the moment, he felt as though he had no will power. He quivered underneath her, as he reached up, sitting upright, against her. Did she want ‘that’ right now? Or, was he just overreacting? Quietly, something occurred to him… it clicked, as if it were magic. He couldn’t make the first move in this situation… could he?

His right hand, almost massaging the back of her head, stayed where it was, as his left hand slowly came up, up to her shoulder, half-wanting to pull himself up, and onto her, but, that could be painful for her, in her position, so, it stayed, for a moment, at her shoulder, very lightly, tapping.. his face blushing now, as he knew what he wanted to do, but, would she let him do it? Slowly, going down the curvature of her side, almost wanting to detour over her bust, his eyes never leaving hers, it slowly made its way down, crossing over, down the middle of her stomach, finally actually making contact, sensual feelings in his touch, if not her, then at least, certainly himself, as finally, it stopped, just above her crotch, and little question..

Tap-Tap.

Tap-Tap over the top of her PJ’s pants with both of his forefingers… not touching the top of that ‘special spot’ but, his faster breath, his unyielding eyes… he could live without doing it. That much was certain. But, although it was probably uncouth, probably barbaric in a way.. he had to admit at least this single sinful desire to himself. He loved to hear the voice of the woman he loved, his Madelyn in pleasure.

God help him, he was all but fully aroused.

[madelyn]

The kiss was returned with such passion that it made her yearn for more. Never did she want to know her lips without his. She didn't want to know a morning without his warm arms holding her, protecting her, being with her. He was her sunlight and it seemed that fate did not understand. Without her sun she would wither and die. She would become what she had once been. No one holding her to this earth anymore. Die? No she wouldn't die, at least not by her own hands. God had at least seen fit to give them that night of passion so that when he did go, she had something to live for. Children. Two perfect blessed children that would give her something to care for when he was gone, a reason to live.

He sat up with her seeming to not want the kiss to end. She moaned softly as she smiled because it felt good to be wanted. Since that first day they had not made love. Not that she missed it because they were constantly in contact with each other. Hugs, kisses, embraces, touches.. small reassurances of the love and bond that had built between them. Sex was unimportant for them. Secondary to the lives they were trying to lead together. The kiss broke gently and she looked down into his vibrant eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life. The held such emotion and such unmatched beauty and so many words that languages had yet to touch.

He told her that he enjoyed waking up next to and with her. Holding each other and all the simple things in life. She smiled but then a look crossed his face. Her blonde eyebrow rose and her violet blue eyes looked up at him. He was so sweet to her. His face and his eyes. They spoke volumes where words could not. He told her that she was killing him and she froze. She froze because that was .. not .. not good.

She trembled softly. Her greatest fear. The pain and sorrow she kept locked away from him. Not letting him see for one moment what the thought of his death was doing to her. She looked away for a moment closing her eyes. She had to get herself under control again. He couldn't see it wasn't fair to him. She calmed herself down. Life without him wasn't fair. It just wasn't. How could they give her to him and then take him away after so short a time. Did she not deserve to have him longer? Why did he have to go? It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. She looked back over at him and he had a look in his eyes one she hadn't seen since that first day. One that they hadn't shared or done or anything. She smiled softly.

His hand came up into her hair. It felt so good with his hands on her. It didn't have to be in a sensual way just a way period. Touching and carressing her but more importantly it was the look in his eyes. The one that said he only loved her and that was all she ever needed. She hoped that she never forgot this look. Even after he was gone she didn't want to forget his looks. But more importantly his eyes. She grinned and reached back behind him. His hand still in her hair and his left coming up to her shoulder. She grabbed a small camera and quickly took a picture of this moment. Those eyes. She never wanted to forget these eyes.

"Always.. want to remember." she whispered softly.

Tossing the camera away to the table again he began to let his hand travel down her body. She watched him her eyes locked on his. She didn't want to miss a single word. A single phrase or look the way his gray blue eyes seemed to litterally sing to her. They were beautiful even more so than freshly fallen snow or the lights on the christmas tree still waiting for them. She smiled at him as his hand went down her body but it wasn't the sweet smile that told him she was happy but the one that told him that she loved him. Her breathing began to deepen gently and slowly as his hand traveled down across their children and to the flat of her abdomen. She looked into his eyes as he tapped right there. She wasn't sure what he was asking. She wasn't sure what he wanted.

Instead she leaned forward gently. Placing her palm on his cheek cupping his perfect face. She gently brushed his hair away from his beautiful face. Tucking it behind his ears again like she always did. Looking into his eyes and she smiled gently at him letting his fingers stay where they were. This was going to be a very different kind of kiss. She closed her eyes and gently placed her lips on his. Passion. Sensuality. Sweetness. Love. This kiss was gently her lips melding to his in intense pleasures showing him, telling him with her lips just how much he meant to her. Soft it was. Sweet and everlasting it seemed to open her heart and her soul to him pouring out to him. When she broke the kiss it was only to tilt her head to the side and to close the few centimeter gap between them again. It wasn't a heated passionate kiss but one of those soft kisses gently that just expressed love to him in a more physical way.

If he wanted to take it further he definatly could but right now she was giving him a kiss that meant more than just sex. One that was there for just him. One that she couldn't and wouldn't give to anyone else. Her love. Her love poured into him telling him that for Christmas he was all she ever wanted or needed. In life he was it. Her angel. Her love. Her Jonathan.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Liebenden Schnee Für Madelyn

Those eyes. That touch. Scent. Her own unique scent. Something that only he could smell when he was close enough to her, to his Madelyn. On that day, the day they'd met.. he'd declared that, 'Du riechst so gut, Madelyn'. And every time he was close.. it was that same smell... that thing he could never get enough of. Her. Madelyn.. Winters. He blushed at the thought. No way he'd ever get used to that thought.. especially since they were so young.. and yet... it was ever only so possible.. ever only so possible with her. Peace is what she gave him.. peace for the day, and, at least the pretense of night, when she'd snuggle up against him, and he'd have her all to himself, as they'd sleep. As if.. being with her would make the nightmares go away. Even though they didn't. Wings.. she was his wings... but he could only stay awake for so long. She didn't know how truly amazing she was.. able to ease him, when he thought of unspoken discomforts. But for his wings.. ah.. ah... there was still so much he had to say, still so much he wanted to tell her, but, whenever he held her in his arms, and he looked at her, often with the mist of uncertainty of all but love for her in his eyes.. there was always a tint of something. He had.. literally, become incomplete without her. Was incomplete without her. He'd been whole.. or, at least, more so, when he still had his wings. Before.. before his father.. there was a mental sigh. Nephilim. Wanted a super soldier. Created an angel. They chose between him and his brother.. and it was him, Jonathan, Number 04, who had to lose his wings.. without Madelyn.. he felt so scarred and empty, more for reason why he loved her. Her scars remained. All his scars had been 'healed'. But they were still there. In his mind.. in his eyes... his eyes still knew of the pain. Would always.. so long as he remained in his wreckage of a body.

Nightmares. Nightmares of the tearings, nightmares of being torn apart, like some sort of chew toy, by a dog, rended apart so easily, his flesh like putty to the scientists.. in the chasms of the night, in the caverns of his mind, and how he would shudder, how he would shake, even without letting her know... she had know idea.. did she? And he'd make sure she'd never know. It was painful... but he didn't want to burden her further... and besides... right now, even as she looked at him, and he looked at her... all thoughts of nightmares of the night were cast away.. cast away for the sight of being with this beautiful pair of wings. ..But, even with a few months away.. he bit his tongue for a moment, to see her freeze up like that, but, chose to say nothing of it. Joking that she was 'killing him' was probably a poor choice of words, considering the cirumstances.. and it made him think. Even as he blushed, the thoughts rang true... yes, he'd rather die, then her, but, to what was he leaving behind? Dammit.. life was so precious as it was... he'd never been able to take full advantage of it, never cherished it, before he met her... and there was only regret... regret of what he had not done with her, regret of not meeting her sooner, pains in his heart, yes, pains in his heart, because of what he'd be missing. He wanted to hold his child.. the thought of it almost brought tears to his eyes.. he wanted to hold his child, be it a boy, be it a girl, to tell the boy to be strong and kind, to tell the girl that she was beautiful and was the most darling thing he'd seen.. to tell them both that he they had beautiful eyes... that him or her that their child was an angel, because he knew what a defining feature in their physical form would be, even with a slightly regretful smile in his mind for possible problems they may face growing up... but most of all... to tell them, as he held his Madelyn closer to him, and their child in a group hug, that he loved them bits, that he'd never stop loving them, never for a second, even if he had to scold him or her to doing something wrong, even if... daddy wasn't going to be there for them.

A small tear...

He was glad she was smiling again, that soft, innocent smile. Temporary forgetfulness for things he'd be missing out on. The snows of Winters was still blowing, but, only for a few more months.. only a few more months. So busy was he, watching her, so intently just watching her, holding her, his hand in her hair, that he barely even noticed the movement, as she reached back a bit and took a picture. He blinked for a moment, his eyes staring back, curious.. "Always.. want to remember." It was.. perhaps, her soft words. He couldn't figure it out. But, for that moment.. she struck him, struck him in a way that he hoped not to remember at such a time. He was going to miss her. Worse... she was going to miss him.. badly. Ironical, in a sense, actually, as.. as... as he would be nothing more then a season in her life. Yes, that's it. A season. Winter. Fall... Spring? What did she think of him as? Thoughts crossed his mind, even as she tossed the camera back, letting him getting a better hold on her.. tapping close to.. 'there'. Putting it bluntly.. he wanted to pleasure her with his hand, but, perhaps, with the sudden string of thoughts in his mind, even that wasn't properly conveyed through his eyes as a sexual intent, and perhaps, more as a reminiscient thought. Either way worked fine. It was fine, because... ever since that day, ever since that first day... he'd never touched her 'there', since. Maybe.. it would be good to keep it that way. But, another side argued this.. she would want more from him, right? Given a chance, letting all restraints run down, he'd be more then happy to oblige like a rather horny dog, but, he didn't want to destroy this.. 'innocence'.. didn't want to destroy the simple loving ways in which they touched each other. Becoming oversexed, afterall... was never a good thing in any relationship.

..That, and... he was honestly too shy to do such a thing.. And to do it daily? ..Sure, he was a guy, but, the thought made his cheeks tinge..

..But all thoughts were thrown out the window, as she leaned over to him, suprising him slightly, taking the initiative, yet again, cupping his face, in time to see his face turn deeper into a hue of pink, perhaps warming her hand with his sudden suprise, as she pushed back his hair, behind his ear.. her favorite little hobby with him, and the most-looked-forward-to thing in his day. Flustered.. yes, he'd never felt this flustered since..--when her lips caught onto his, her eyes closed, his eyes closing automatically. A fountain, she was flowing a fountain of emotions through him right now, kissing him with such sweetness that, for a moment, his left hand stayed its ground, suddenly forgotten, the right hand re-adjusting its grip on her amazingly blonde hair, the lushness, the life, wanting to seize it all for himself, in, perhaps, a selfish fashion. But, it was soft. And, he didn't want to spoil any of her intent, so, he kissed softly back. Strange, actually. It was.. actually, a lot more satisfying then those 'deep, thrusting kisses, overwhelmed with passion, each one followed soon by forty-five minutes of rough sex', that you could assume would happen with most two-hour movies of media-blasted nothings. This.. it was this moment right now.. even as she broke the kiss, and this time, as he didn't stop her, tilting his own head, half-knowing, yet completely guessing her intents, yes, it was in this moment... he knew how much he wanted to stay with her. Life wasn't long enough. God would hopefully understand, and Lucifer was nothing to be afraid of, anyways... but... Heaven or Hell... would both be incomplete, if it had to be away from her. His soul, for what it was worth, was bound to hers... had to stay with her.. he would stay with her, 'til she passed away, and embrace her yet again, and even then, he'd be reluctant to go.. wanting to see their children grow... maybe.. maybe, God bless them, their grandchildren...

These kisses...

Froze time.

How long did they go on doing this? He couldn't tell. He'd been enjoying himself too much.. enjoying her. Hopefully, it was the same for her. But, after what appeared to be a long time.. he remembered exactly where his left hand was. His right hand suddenly released its grip on her hair.. but, never left contact, resting on her cheek, never ceasing their kissing, breaking for a moment, adjusting himself, almost getting to his knees, almost crouching.. as his two main left fingers slowly made small circles around her 'lips'. Slowly, in a vortex, getting closer to the center, as for a moment, he deepened the kiss.. but, never opened his mouth, trying to keep, if only for a moment longer, the innocence, the love she was giving him, back to her, before he'd break down the wall from which all primal instincts was screaming at him.. It was time for breakfast. Of a different sort. And.. he had never done this before, but, he hoped.. hoped that she didn't mind the taste of his fingers on her 'lips' in the morning.. as they slowly, never speeding up, reached the center, and repeatively kept making a small circle there, just slightly deepening the touch by perhaps a centimeter or two, his right hand still clasped over her cheek, as he continued kissing her.. waiting perhaps, to see if it was having any effect. After all, he was already beginning to blush further for exactly 'where' he was touching, and was half-prepared to turn his whole face red, if it had no effect. Imagine his embaressment, if he was doing it wrong! Hopefully, she'd forgive him for not doing it correctly.. that is, if even she knew what it was. But, they were in the comfort of their own room, so, it was at least a little 'decent'. He took another break in the kissing, nuzzling his cheek against hers, kissing it slightly, before returning to kissing hers, and breaking off, adjusting, and kissing again, and repeating several times.. feeling really happy, right now, embaressment aside.

Only God could make a man this happy.. so surely, Madelyn was well protected by more then his two arms.. thank God. Thank God for Madelyn.