January (Conclusion)

Here is the conclusion to January. Thanks for reading:

"Will you do me one more favor," January asked, pressing against him.

"Yes, whatever you want," he consented.

"Will you kiss me?" He watched her blue lips turn pink as she closed her eyes.

Softly, he planted a kiss upon her. Her cheeks ripened like apples, and she was falling like rain.

"What's happening," he asked perplexed. He watched her quickly dissolve into a puddle.

A woman crouched low in her place. She was wrapped in January's cloak. She shivered half frightened, and she began to run her hands against her skin. She stretched out her legs and wiggled her toes in surprise.

She leaned against his legs, her palms pressing into him. He noticed the blue in her eyes resemble the blue glow of January. The wintry queen had melted before his eyes.

"I'm yours if you'll have me," she said, trembling to rise. "I've always wanted to live on earth. To be loved." Felix extended his hand towards her and kissed her softly.

He spent a season fashioning several paintings after her. In her, he discovered pure, aesthetic art, and they grew as friends and lovers.

When the project was completed, Felix held an event for his art collection. One wealthy buyer was seduced by the portrait of a woman. She was cloaked in the blackness of night, stars dangled from her robe, and a crescent moon smiled adoringly above her head.

"What a stunning woman," the buyer exclaimed. "What is her name?"

"January," he replied. "My muse."