Thursday, November 27, 2008

Incredible Magical Dream...

Thanksgiving Day, 2013 ~ after Winter 2012 in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
Her gaze riveted by the serene beauty, Sedona stood in front of the rustic lodge’s old-fashioned pane window. Blankets of snow covered most of the high elevation terrain, rising and falling majestically around them. The white frosting of snow had already melted from the trees, the stubbornly clinging leaves fluttering a dance in the brisk winds. Where the sun shone directly, piles of leaves and dried stems looked like the autumn she remembered from living in the midwest.
Feeling the touch of Aru’s wet nose on the back of her calf, she turned, looking down at her doggie baby, almost grown up now. His dark eyes asked, yet were bright with expectation. "Come on," she sang lovingly to him, and offered her open arms. Instantly, Aru leapt straight up, and landed perfectly in her arms. "Do you want to see? Or do you just want a cuddle?"
Sedona hugged him to her bosom, nuzzling the slick silky fur of his neck as he snuggled against her. After she pressed a smooch on the elegant curve of his neck, he settled in her embrace, and pricked his ears watching the tiny brown birds flit and forage for food.
"It doesn’t feel totally real, does it?" she murmured. "Being here now. After everything I’ve been through in my life."
Aru answered with a little whine.
"Last year I was cold and hungry and so horribly desperate I couldn’t even describe it. You were probably just born." Sedona brushed her lips on the top of Aru’s head. "How did you survive? Yes, I know you had angelic help too."
As she remembered the previous year’s Thanksgiving day, a tide of emotions overwhelmed her, and tears pricked at her eyes. She’d been able to stay in the rundown isolated house for longer than she’d anticipated, before intuitively knowing she had to leave or be captured by the Nazerazzi forces. That, and her food supply had dwindled down to a few raw shriveled potatoes.
Rocking Aru, she listened to the tiny flames crackling in the cozy fireplace behind her. Volcano had just started it with a point of his finger. Then he had possessively swept her against him, gazed into her eyes with an intensity that always made her become molten desire for him. "Rest," he had ordered, his lips a breath away from her own. "I’ll whip up our Thanksgiving day dinner."
"You’ll put too much cloud in it," she’d teased him.
"How can there be too much cloud?" His eyes had glittered like a thousand purple jewels, while his hands passionately roved over her body.
"But I want to cook," she’d protested, feeling the need to do what she hadn’t been able to enjoy doing for several years. And to make up for what she’d lost, even though she knew it wasn’t possible. It would never be possible.
"I’ll make egg nog with so much cloud in it, you’ll be intoxicated enough to kiss me wherever I want."
"I already kiss you wherever you want, you bad decadent cherub."
"Not the way you’ll kiss me after extra helpings of cloud in your pumpkin pie and whipped cream."
Before she could protest again, he had claimed her mouth, kissing her senseless. Ultimately, he had embraced her tightly against him, and fused their mouths, then brought them both to a heady bliss. Their prolonged pleasure had swirled around them like fiery golden sequins.
Once they both descended, and she could understand his words, he’d whispered in her ear that it was time for him to leave briefly. He’d already told her he’d been divinely instructed to meet another carnal cherub, arriving direct from the heavenly ethers. Kissing the tip of her nose, he’d gradually changed his body to smoke and mist, then vanished.
"Warm," she murmured down to Aru, feeling the hearth’s flames on her back. "I never thought I’d be this warm again during winter." Just as her emotions had surged remembering the year before, now the strength of her gratitude soared beyond the thin layer of clouds stretched over the distant mountaintops.
In truth, Sedona was fearful about knowing the depth of her gratitude. What if it was all a dream...and she woke up surrounded by the horror of her past existence? What if she lost everyone and everything again? She squeezed her eyelids closed for a moment, then squeezed Aru tenderly. She’d come a long way toward healing...still, it wasn’t long enough.
Opening her eyes, she nearly let go of Aru. A small puffy cloud scudded toward her in the part of the hazy blue sky she could see. It’s underside gleamed with a rosy pink color. Feeling like an enchanted princess, she watched the fairytale cloud sail closer and closer, and slowly lower to the tree tops.
"Oh, Aru, how could I forget?"
"You were supposed to forget, my angel woman."
She whirled around. At the same time Aru leapt from her arms to greet Volcano.
"That was you." She moved toward him, her feet cushioned by air, or so it felt. She glanced downward, seeing only the floor. "I thought it was just an incredible magical dream."
Scooping Aru up, Volcano woggled him for a few moments, his face radiant with love and affection. Then he set him down, and gazed at her, his expression more radiant. The love glowing in his eyes seared her down to her soul.
She ached to touch him. Yet, she didn’t reach out, but merely waited for him to come to her.
"I look good in rosefire light, don’t I?" A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Cocky Cherub, what don’t you look good in?"
His eyes darkened to utter passion entrancing her as he stepped closer and closer. He didn’t touch her. His gaze touched her. Sedona’s breath deserted her and her heart thumped wildly. She let her head drop back, her face beneath his.
"I look best in you...Sedona, my woman."
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth...Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes? ~ available from BookStrand ~ ~ ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~

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Evonne Wareham said...

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Savanna Kougar said...

Evonne, it is! Terry MacKall did a great job.