The Christmas Elf (Jenlisa)

Chapter 8

Back in their room, they kicked off their shoes and found the housekeeping staff had turned down the quilt on the bed and stacked dry logs in the fireplace, with crumpled up newspaper underneath, ready to be lit. Their complimentary bottle of wine was still in the ice bucket.

Lisa lit the fire, poured two glasses of wine, then turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into shadows. The warm yellow glow of the tiny fire was the only light at first until Jennie's eyes adjusted and she could make out pale white light streaming in the windows. The snow storm had ended and a half moon was peeking through the clouds, causing the crystalline blanket that covered the hillside stretching away from the inn to glow a pale, unearthly white.

"Here's to us," Lisa said, handing Jennie her wine. They gently touched their glasses with a soft, musical chime, then sipped while looking at each other.

"I have to tell you, Lisa, today was the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me. I'm a little overwhelmed," Jennie said smiling.

"Good, that's what I was shooting for. Let's see if I can step it up a little more." Lisa set her wine down and opened her bag, taking out her speaker. She turned on her phone, selected a playlist then set the speaker on the mantle of the fireplace as a haunting female voice started singing.

Lisa took Jennie's wine glass from her and set it down on a side table. She then took her hand and wrapped her other arm around in the classic slow dancing embrace. They started rocking back and forth in the dim moonlight streaming through the windows.

'I am very, very much in like with you...'

They swayed together for a while, listening to the music. Jennie pressed her forehead against Lisa's.

"Who is this? I've never heard this song before," she whispered.

"Julia Fordham. I discovered her when I was in my teenage angst-y phase." Julia continued to sing, emotion dripping from her voice.

Sometimes I think I should say I love you too.

If words are free, why can't I spare the best for you?

'Cause you treat my skin like porcelain,

Rare and special porcelain.

Jennie lifted her head to look at Lisa, whose eyes were glittering hungrily in the fire light.

"You don't have to slow down tonight," Jennie whispered seductively.

Lisa smiled and stopped swaying. She kissed Jennie, then slowly used both hands to insistently lift up the hem of Jennie's sweater, pulling it over her head. Then she unfastened Jennie's jeans and slid them down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear, self-consciously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Lisa pulled her own sweater over her head, and reached behind her to unhook her bra, dropping it to the floor.

Jennie stared at her, taking a moment to admire her body. She lifted her hands and gently caressed Lisa's breasts, eliciting a small hiss of pleasure as she ran her fingers over the hardening nipples there.

"Jennie," Lisa breathed. She took Jennie's hand and led her over to the wall of windows overlooking the snow-covered hill, and the long, low bench there.