As the snow fell gently outside, Jessica lay in her soft cozy bed, trying to fall asleep. The young redhead had always loved this time of year, with its twinkling lights, festive decorations, and the promise of magic in the air. This year, however, was different as she was all alone in her little cottage by the woods. Her elderly aunt had passed away the previous fall, leaving her on her own for the first time in her young life.
Jessica had no one to keep her company. No one, that is, except for Ambrose.
She knew that this Christmas would be one that she would never forget
Ambrose was a ghost. At first, the young redhead had been terrified. He would appear out of nowhere, floating eerily in the air, his white, translucent form a blur against the dark corners of the room. She had been terrified to discover that she wasn't alone in her forest home. But as she got to know him, she found that he was kind, gentle, and surprisingly funny!
As the weeks passed, she grew accustomed to Ambrose’s presence, and even began to feel a strange sense of comfort in his company. With her aunt gone, she soon looked forward to his presence as he emerged from the evening mists.
They had quickly become inseparable, spending their days exploring the deep forest and their nights cuddled up together in bed or by the crackling fireplace. And now, on this special night, they were going to make their relationship official.
As she lay in bed on Christmas Eve, the young redhead couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Jessica smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the cozy blankets surrounding her. She wondered what it would be like to be embraced by those cold, incorporeal arms, to feel the brush of its ethereal lips against her skin.
She reached out her hand, letting it hover just above the empty space beside her. "Are you there?" she whispered.
In an instant, the ghostly form materialized beside her, his translucent body glowing softly in the darkness. She could see his gentle, shimmering face, and the way his long, flowing hair moved as if in a breeze. He reached out to her, his icy fingers brushing her cheek, and she shivered with desire.
He took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm here, my darling,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. His smooth voice caressed her senses, the accent like a character from a Dickens novel. Oh, how she had dreamed of this moment!
As the clock struck midnight and Christmas Day officially began, Jessica and her ghostly Suitor shared their first kiss, their spirits soaring with love and happiness.
And now, on this special night, they were going to make their relationship official.
Slowly, the ghost lowered itself onto the bed, its body merging with hers. She felt a thrill of excitement as his cold form pressed against her, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.
As they lay there, tangled together in the sheets, Ambrose began to whisper in her ear, telling her secrets of the afterlife, of the mysteries of the universe, and of the passion that burned eternal within his ghostly heart.
And as the night wore on, they explored each other's bodies, the ghost's touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. She had never felt anything like this before, and she never wanted it to end. She had never felt so happy, so complete. And as they lay there together, watching the snow fall outside the window, she knew that this was the beginning of something truly special.
They spent the rest of the night talking and laughing, making plans for their future together. They would travel the world, exploring every corner of the globe. She would try new foods, visit new places, and together they would make countless memories.
But for now, they were content just to be together, enjoying each other's company on this special night.
It may not have been the traditional happy ending, but for Jessica and Ambrose, it was perfect. And as she drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, she knew that they had found something truly special in each other.
In the morning, as the sun rose over the snowy forest, the girl and the ghost lay together, sated and happy. She knew that this Christmas would be one that she would never forget, and she smiled, dreaming of the ghost that had become her lover on that magical, snowy Christmas eve.