This is the second half of a two part story. If you haven’t read the first half, click here.

Observing Two Lovers 
Without a Plot . . . Part Two
By Velma 02.16.03

New Year approaches
Joy and revelry take flight
Snow’s silent decent

Empty grapevine tray
Tabletop, scattered cheese and crumbs
Two loves sleep as one

The two lovers were nestled together on the couch under a warm red blanket. Velma was snuggled between Apolo’s warm body and the back of the couch. Stretched out in an after dinner nap, his arm cradled her back as she hugged on to his torso, her head rested on his chest and her right leg was slipped between his thighs.

The fire was slowly dying in the fireplace, quietly sizzling and hissing. A glowing red log cracked and broke in two. The sound stirred Velma awake. Her eyes opened and closed. Opened and closed. She looked up to see Apolo still sleeping. She smiled adoringly at her angelic man as she started to come more into her consciousness. She pulled herself up and brushed the stray locks of hair away from his face. She traced his eyebrows with her fingertip. He breathed in a sigh as his eyes began to flutter and open. 

“Hi,” Velma whispered.

“Mmm, hi,” a groggy Apolo replied.

Velma kissed his cheek, then his lips.

“Happy New Year everybody! What a great celebration it has been!” Dick Clark said coming across the television.

“Oh no! I think we missed New Year’s,” Velma exclaimed.

Apolo looked over at the TV then the clock on the DVD player which read 11:35 p.m.

“No. Look. That was for Chicago. We are still about half an hour away,” he said. “Oh man! Look outside!”

The snow had been quietly but constantly falling while the lovers slept. It was piled up against the base of the windowpanes. Velma looked over her shoulder in amazement and pulled herself up. Hopping over Apolo she ran to the patio light switch. The floodlight came on highlighting the snow steadily falling through its scope of illumination. The pile was at least two feet. She could hear the fat, slushy flakes as they slapped up against the windows. Slap. Slush. Splat. Apolo walked up behind her with his hands keeping warm in his sweatpants’ pockets.

“Man, they weren’t kidding. The storm sure did come on quick,” Velma said.

“Damn. Ya’ know what? I better get the rest of the firewood out there and put it in the garage. Then I am going to have to build up our fire somehow. I just hope the snow didn’t seep through the firewood keeper. We’ll be screwed if the wood is too damp.”

“I’ll help you,” Velma said.

“Nahp. You just get the champagne and get ready to warm me back up.”

“Aye, aye, capt’n!” Velma said saluting her admiral and turning about face toward the kitchen.

Apolo ran around pulling on his sweatshirt, coat, hat and gloves. Velma was in the kitchen getting the champagne flutes out of the cabinet.

“Hey, let’s try that thing Julie was talking about.”

“What? Hey, where are my boots?” Apolo hollered from the hallway.

“They are in the garage. The vanilla ice cream and strawberries in the champagne thing. I was telling you about it in the car.”

Apolo bristled and grumbled.

“Julie said it may sound terrible, but it is really great. Let’s just try it,” she said coercing. “She said it is like a float, but where root beer is sweet, like the champagne cuts the sweet.”

Apolo sauntered into the kitchen with the stance of an over dramatic drag queen – one hand on his hip the other hand up in the air as though he were holding a cigarette filter a la Audrey Hepburn. Then with the worst, most high-pitched imitation of a Southern lady he could muster, Apolo started in with a line from Steele Magnolias.

“I eat it with a little ice cream to help cut the sweet.”

Velma began to laugh and laugh hard as he continued his pose batting his eyelashes.

“Oh my God! You dorkweed! Please stop! Send Clarie home!”

“Who?” Apolo asked falling out of character.

“Okay. So, you are willing to taste it?” Velma said trying to stop laughing.

“Okay, but don’t use up all my ice cream in case it sucks,” he said walking towards the garage door.

“Be careful, sweetie,” Velma said as Apolo opened the door.

She walked up to him, ran her hand over the knit cap on his head and leaned in to kiss him. He held her and returned her kiss.

“Okay, I am back in five minutes. Time me!”

Apolo darted out the door and Velma went about the nesting business of cleaning up and making champagne floats.

It was cold and dark outside as Apolo scrambled up to the patio. With each step his leg sunk a deep hole into the snow. He saw Velma through the glass on the patio. She was picking up the tray off the coffee table. She looked up to see him looking at her. She smiled and began to walk to the window. The corner of his lips curled up into a grin.

“How come my heart aches for her even when she is only in the next room?” he thought.

She kissed the cold glass. He walked up and matched his lips to hers on the outside. As they pulled away laughing at their lip smudges and warm breath on the glass, he saw the adoring look in her eyes.

“I love you,” he said, each word breaking from his lips with a puff of white steam.

Velma’s muffled voice came through the glass, “I love you.”

“She really loves me,” his heart said to his head. “She thinks I’m sexy, smart, talented, and laughs at my jokes. She knows me. She mirrors me in everyway. What did I do before her?”

“Hurry! Baby, you’re going to freeze to death!” Velma yelled through the glass.

He snapped out of his pondering and realized he could actually freeze to death if he didn’t get back in soon.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Apolo trudged from the garage to the patio and back, loading up a good stack of wood in the garage to dry out. Luckily, he found a few logs that were still dry and ready to use.

He had been out in the cold for a good 15 minutes when he walked in the living room carrying two dry logs. He was frozen to the core and the warmth of the house was a shock.

“Honey, quick!” Velma walked into the living room holding the two glasses of milky sweet champagne. “The New Year is, like, a minute away.”

They were starting the 60-second clock for the New Year on the television.

“Already? Was I gone that long?”

He put the logs down on the hearth and walked over to her.

“Oh honey! You are freezing,” Velma could feel the cold air all around him. “Poor baby!”

She put the glasses down and hugged him, rubbing his back violently in a vain effort to get him warm. He held onto her trying to absorb her heat.

She took off his gloves and rubbed each of his hands between hers.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” yelled the television crowd gathered for the Mountain time New Year countdown.

“Oop! Here baby,” Velma said handing him his glass.

“Great. Ice cream,” he said looking down into the glass with dismay.

“Five! Four!”

“Oh poor baby,” Velma said with a laugh and held him tighter as they watched the clock tick down.

“One! Happy New Year!”

They touched their glass rims together in a toast and sipped their champagne concoction. They paused for a moment. Apolo smacked his lips together.

“Mmmm, that’s really good,” Velma said.

“I don’t know if my taste buds are frozen or if I actually like that a lot,” he said.

“I like your champagne mustache.”

“It tastes better than it looks,” he said leaning into her for a New Year’s kiss.

She took in his upper lip sucking on the flavor. His tongue reached out to taste her bottom lip. Her mouth opened wider taking in his tongue, greeting it with her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist. With one hand still holding her champagne glass, she used the other to pulled off his cap.

“Hey, you starting to warm up?” she asked.

“Uh-huh, don’t stop,” he murmured kissing her again.

“If you want to rebuild the fire, I’ll bring some more blankets in here,” she suggested.

“Hmm, that sounds like a good idea.”

She took his glass and he started back to the fireplace. She placed the glasses on the coffee table and went back into the bedroom. She gathered up a comforter and some of the bed pillows.

Walking back into the living room she saw him in front of the fireplace. He had taken off his wet coat and sweatshirt. He was leaning over stoking the embers with the fire poker. She threw the bedding down on the floor and walked up behind him. Her hand caressed his back up and down. He leaned the poker against the rim of the fireplace and turned to her. His arms enveloped her as she did the same.

“Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.”

Their lips touched, lip to lip. He opened his mouth slowly, her lips still married to his parting open, too. Strange and beautiful the two lovers made a silhouette in front of the fire slowly growing hotter, higher, and brighter.

Her hands slipped under his shirt, gliding her fingertips up and down his spine. He kissed across her cheek and trailed down to her neck. She moaned as he sucked at her throat.

He started to descend to the floor and encouraged her gently down with him. He sat up with his back supported by the arm of the couch. She straddled his lap, both of them with their legs wide and bent creating the image of a spider-like creature of arms and legs.

She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt pulling it off over his head. His hair fluffed by the action accentuated his leonine appearance.  His skin shimmered by the orange light of the fireplace. They continued to kiss and kiss.

“Hey, I was the cold one,” he said as he began to pull her sweatshirt off.

He kissed her shoulder then moved forward laying her on her back. He grabbed the comforter and completely covered them both.

“Look, it’s like we are in a tent!” he said.

She laughed as she pulled him close to kiss his smile. He started to kiss down her shoulder. He kissed along the lace of her bra strap, kissed along her chest. Her fingers ran through his soft, thick hair. He began to suck and lick at the top of her breasts. His breasts. Not a word was whispered as he unlocked the front clasp of her bra exposing her. Full, round. One hand reached up to her left breast cupping and massaging it. He licked down between her breasts then up to her left nipple.

“Apolo,” Velma murmured as her hands massaged his shoulders.

His mouth was so expert and gentle. He loved her texture and flavor, but was respectful of her high sensitivity. The tip of his tongue circled around her nipple soft and warm. His mouth opened and closed down around the tip of her breast. He sucked gently, his tongue continuing to massage around her nipple in the dark cave of his mouth.

“Oh baby,” Velma gently cooed.

He released her from his lips and blew his cool breath over her nipple. Circle. Circle.

He kissed down her tummy as his hands slid down her waist to her hips. Sliding, sliding his hands under her sweatpants. She lifted her pelvis off the ground as he slipped her pants down her thighs, down her legs, and off her feet.

Naked and exposed her legs opened to his body as he slid up between them. He made his way up to her face, kissing her again and again. Her hands reached down to his pants, hands slipping under the jersey to feel his hot skin. He had most certainly recovered from his winter exposure. One hand roamed to his pretty pleasure patch then down to his crotch rubbing at his hard cock.

With the fire growing next to them and the personal heat they were emitting, Apolo reared back throwing up the comforter in a dramatic fashion. He pulled up standing on his knees to push the comforter to the side. Velma sat up with Apolo still between her legs, and pulled down the waistband of his pants releasing his throbbing member. He rolled over on his back allowing her to pull his pants completely off.

Then in one large motion he stood up and swept Velma into his arms. He carried her to the couch. He laid down on top of her, supporting himself with his elbows, his face hovering above hers.

“Hi,” he said softly trailing his fingers through her wavy brown hair.

“Hi,” she said with a gentle smile.

“Can I come in?”

“I wish you would.”

Apolo sat back on his knees between her legs, spreading them further apart. He draped one leg over the back of the couch. He was pleased with the image of her beautiful body opened to him.

He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs. One hand reached down to caress her warm pussy. His fingers felt around her folds.

“God, baby, you are so wet.”

He took his wet fingers and massaged his cock until it glistened with her juices. He guided his head over her pussy, teasing at her clit. He was driving her crazy. He swirled his cock around her opening, then with a gentle push slid into her.

Ultimately connected, he hovered just above her slowly pumping in and out. Her hands glided over his arms, chest, abs. She grabbed onto his hips as he continued his steady pace.

Over and over again, in and out, in and out. His rhythm never faltered. There was no rush. She looked into his eyes. He was taking her away to a world where only they existed.

There was no proof of life outside themselves. No TV. No hum of a refrigerator. No crackling from the fire. No slushy slaps of fat snowflakes. The only audible came from their hearts pumping, their lungs collapsing and expanding, and the friction their skin sliding and slapping to and fro.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Thrust. Out. He wasn’t racing to a climax. He was methodical. He was going to make this moment last forever.

Emotion and feeling, like energy and chemistry – it was welling, piling and growing. More than they could stand, more than she ever felt before – like being born into a whole new level of love – one she didn’t know was possible. Her eyes widened with shock and revelation.  

“What are you doing?” she said grabbing the back of the couch, twisting the fabric tightly in her hand.

Looking at her with a face glowing with love, serene, his expression was innocent, vulnerable. It was as though he had no control and was being commanded to do her this way. Torture her. Make her beg for his cum, beg for her orgasm.

In. Out. Slide. Slow. Large. Power. Love.

She reached up to his face, holding his cheeks in her hands. She said nothing for there was nothing to say. So frustrated, she wanted to crawl inside him and he knew it.

His eyes closed as he began to focus on his pounding. Beautiful agony. Tears started to fall from the corners of her eyes, trailing down the sides of her face.

“Oh, Apolo,” she whimpered.

He shared her emotion hovering closer to her. His voice cracked as he spoke to her.

“I love you,” he said as tears fell out of his eyes onto her skin.

Suddenly, she convulsed. A tiny shockwave rolled over her. Then again and again. One small orgasm followed gently by another and another, like a cliché of gentle waves rolling onto the shore again and again and again.

She had never felt anything like it. With it came a fear of the unknown. She did not know what was happening. However, she didn’t know if she ever wanted to completely climax. Her legs closed in, wrapping around him as best she could.

“I think I want to die here,” she muttered. “I love you, Apolo,” she sobbed again.

“Oh God, Velma,” he shook. “I love you, baby.”

Both openly crying, the moment arrived. He was directly on top of her when he came crashing. His body shuttered as he came slow and plentiful. The hot waves triggered her final orgasm causing her back to arch, lifting her tummy into the air.

He collapsed on top of her. Dizzy. Dizzy. She kissed him desperately as they continued to sob from their amazing experience. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

They lay there quietly looking into each other’s eyes.

“I think I might be paralyzed,” he said pseudo serious tone.

“Me too!” she said as they laughed together.

He reached down to the floor and grabbed the edge of the comforter. He pulled it over the both of them. She gave him room to lie down next to her, relaxing every part of him.

They kissed and nuzzled until they both fell into a deep sleep. 

Just before daybreak, Velma woke to find herself carefully tucked under the comforter alone. She sat up to see Apolo looking out the window in his sweatpants and shirt eating what was left his ice cream.

Velma got up, finding she was not actually paralyzed, and walked over to her husband. He turned as he heard her approach.

“Hey, babe. I got hungry,” he said. “You looked so serine, I didn’t want to wake you.”

He put down his ice cream and pulled her to him, wrapping the satiny olive green comforter over them both. The storm clouds had momentarily parted as they stood holding each other. They looked out on what seemed a moment right out of a Clement Moore poem:

 The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below.  

- The Night Before Christmas

The air and landscape were so clear and crisp. As nearsighted as they both were, this image was sharp and real.

“I’ll love you forever, Apolo.”

“Now how am I supposed to top that?”

“You can’t. I have defeated you,” she said with a laugh as she held him tight.

Her head rested on his shoulder as he looked out onto the world, into the vastness of the space beyond. He began to speak in a raspy tone just above a whisper.

“The last word on my lips will be your name. My last thoughts in this mortal brain will be of you,” he continued as she kissed the skin on his neck.  “The last beat of my heart will pulse from your love. And when I am in Heaven I will fight God and all the angels to find you again.”

She looked into his serious eyes. Her poet. Her lover. Her Apolo.

A very old universe had given birth to a new year. For two lovers, it was another 365 days to be together in a dubious world.

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