Crimson landed in a small dell. She let Alchemica stand and took her hand, leading her toward a house that had been completely invisible from the air above. Alchemica looked about, her innate curiosity piqued.

“Who lives here?”

“A friend, he likes the cold and the isolation. He said we could borrow the house for a few days.” Crimson replied.

“A friend…does he have a name?”

“Uh huh” Crimson nodded.

“You’re not going to tell me are you?”

“Nuh uh” Crimson smiled

“Another one of those Asgardian mysteries?”

“Maybe”

“Gaahhh…Crimson, I am half Fae, not knowing is going to drive me crazy!”

“I know.” Crimson teased, “But maybe I have something inside to take your mind off the mystery.”

“Oh, like what?”

“Seriously? If I told you that would kind of defeat the purpose now wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose…” Alchemica replied dubiously. The small blonde sorceress face screwed up with concentration. A gleam appeared in her eyes and she opened her mouth but Crimson placed a finger gently across her lips before she could speak.

“No guess blitzing, you will just have to see for yourself.”

“I don’t guess blitz.” Alchemica said huffily as they continued walking. Crimson looked at her, one eyebrow arched behind her mask. ”Often…recently.” Alchemica added. The sorceress stopped in her tracks as something caught her attention, footprints in the snow, leading away from the house. “Are those bear prints?” Alchemica pointed.

“Come on, let’s get inside” Crimson said, evading the question. Alchemica kept looking back at the footprints, mind racing with the implications until they reached the door.

“Cast a privacy spell please?”

“Why, aren’t we safe here?”

“We are, but my friend has his secrets, we have ours. Unless you want to wear these masks for the next few days?”

“No, definitely not” Alchemica cast the spell, enclosing the house in a veil that prevented eavesdropping and that would warn them if anyone came near, “Done.”

“Good, and now my beautiful sorceress, I welcome you to our Alaskan hideaway.”

The house inside was plain but clean. The centre piece was the large open fireplace, which blazed with a welcoming warmth and light. In one corner there was a small Christmas tree topped with a twinkling star and decorated with candy canes. The table had places set, but no food. Near the back there was a stairs leading up to the loft-bedroom.

Alchemica stepped inside, “It’s great. How did you get all this stuff up here?”

“Tiffany Johnson helps with some research projects, I know a few people” Crimson winked as she followed Alchemica inside and closed the door. “What are you doing?”

Alchemica was moving around the house, peering cautiously behind furniture and into cupboards and presses. “Looking for the trap?”

“There isn’t one.”

“That is exactly what someone who had laid a trap would say!”

Crimson giggled and rolled her eyes, walking over to take both of Alchemica’s hands in hers. “There isn’t one, no traps, no tentacled terrors. Though, if you’re into that kind of thing…I think some fondling of the two armed variety can be arranged, if you want to that is?” She said suggestively.

“I would…” Alchemica’s stomach interrupted her, rumbling loudly.

Both women looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Sorry, I guess...I can't remember when I ate last" Alchemica gasped through the laughter. Crimson pulled her close, "Don't worry, it it's good to hear you laugh again. Also, I have provided for all your needs. In the fridge you will find cold cuts, potato salad and pasta and I also have all the ingredient for Christmas dinner plus..."

Alchemica's nose twitched and she smiled with delight, "Strawberries! You think of everything!" she exclaimed happily.

"Okay...I am adding that to the list of powers you have that are no use in combat but are pretty amazing."

"There's a list?" Alchemica asked as she licked her lips and practically dragged Crimson toward the fridge.  Crimson shook her head in mock despair as she watched Alchemica open the fridge and pull out a basket of strawberries. The small blonde popped one into her mouth and sighed happily, then held one up for her lover to try.

"Thank you, "Crimson ate the offered treat then continued as Alchemica wolfed down several more, "Yes there is a list. Number one, the ability to detect strawberries in the nearby environment with some weird Fae fruit sense. Number two, when you are in the mood to be naughty, some of the things you can do with your magic...oh wow. "

"Oh..wow?" Alchemcia felt her cheeks heat up and she smiled shyly.

"And there is number three, when you blush and smile like that, I just can't resist you. I just want to..." Crimson paused.

Alchemica put the strawberries down, "Want to...what?"

"I just want to take you in my arms and ravish you until we both collapse in a sweat soaked tangle of bliss."

Alchemica said nothing for a moment, then took a step closer, pressing her body lightly against Crimson's, "Well?"

"I don't want to push you Jess, I was waiting until you were ready."

"You're not, and I am."

"Are you su..." Crimson was cut off mid-sentence as Alchemica stood on tip toe and kissed her softly on the lips while taking Crimson's hands and pulling them around her waist.

 "I am sure, I need you Tiff...I want you." Alchemica said breathlessly, looking up into Crimson's eyes. Crimson returned the gaze, saw the flames of desire burning in Alchemica's eyes, felt an answering heat grow inside her. She pulled Alchemica tighter against her, leaned down to press her lips to Alchemica's almost chastely at first, but then with mounting passion as both women began to tug and pull at each other's outfits as they sank to the floor together.

Masks and belts were discarded first, then zippers were pulled downward, bikini ties undone. The two heroines made out with each other with the feverish passion of two people deeply in love who had been parted for a time, as they worked each other partially free of their costumes. Nipples grazed skin as their lip locks grew more intense, causing each of them to moan in delight. They sat facing each other, wrapping their legs about each other as they continued to kiss, hands roaming freely, touching all those places they knew excited their partner, eliciting further pleasure.

Crimson's right hand reached out, patting the floor for her belt. Finding it, she fumbled at the pouches until she found the one she wanted, her left hand bracing her as Alchemica rubbed against her eagerly. Crimson gasped, had to pause her searching for a moment as she felt Alchemica's hands cupping her firm breasts, rolling her tingling nipples gently.

 Forcing herself to focus, Crimson located the correct pouch. She reached inside and slowly withdrew the glowing Norn stone she had brought with her in case events unfolded in this way. Alchemica arched back, clasping both hands behind Crimson's neck as she felt the touch of the stone enhancing her pleasure. "You really do think of everything" she whispered before Crimson's lips returned to hers.

In the light of the fire, the two lovers found each other again. Wrapped together as one in the heat of their passion, they needed no words to declare their love. They spoke to each other on a deeper level, an intimate, wordless conversation that carried them through the night and into the morning. Finally, desire was spent and sleep crept upon them. Wrapped in each other's arms, safe in the light of their reaffirmed love, they surrendered to it willingly.

Crimson's plan starts here 

Crimson and Alchemica reaffirm their love at Christmas, banishing the pain of Alchemica's loss. Stronger together, always

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Crimson Valkyrie/Tiffany Johnson is the oc of and is used with her permission

Jessica Ryan/Alchemica is my oc and may only be used with permission