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  Gabriel was on his way home for Christmas when his car got stuck in a snowstorm.  There was no one around for miles. 

*Mature scene in stars.*

  Gabriel's POV:

    I drove for two hours until I came upon a snow blizzard. 

    I had to stop because my car got stuck.

     My cell phone battery was dead. 

     I had some pillows, a few blankets, and some food.

    I had my battery-operated radio.

     I fell asleep shortly after I ate a few crackers and gulped some of the water from the half-filled bottle.

    I woke up to hear a tapping sound at the window.

   I  pushed open the passenger door for her.

   When I saw who it was, I gasped.

   "Nathalie, what brings you out here?"

     "Cl-Close the door, and I will tell you."  

     I immediately did as she said so the rest of the snow would not pour into the vehicle.

      "Gabriel, I was walking home ashamed because my car was repossessed."

        I supposed her story made sense. 

         "Nathalie, I never would have expected to spend tonight stuck with you."

          "I do not like it any more than you do."

          Nathalie is my ex-wife. Shocking, I suppose.

            Adrien, my son, was old enough to venture out.

            It was not fair to Nathalie as we married a year after my previous wife, Emilie, passed away.

             I never was the sort of husband she needed.

           One day later, we ate, talked, played Uno, and took turns napping.

         There was not much else to do.

         On December 24, Christmas Eve, we did mostly the same as the previous day. 

      However, Nathalie managed to crochet a few scarves.

      "Here is yours, Gabe."

      I put the scarf on and blushed. 

     Why the sudden affection for her?

        December 25, Christmas Day, three days of being stranded with my ex.

      It would not have been so bad, except we were almost out of food and had used up the last of the water days ago.      

     There was nothing to do.

Nathalie and I played I spy. 

"Gabe?"

  "Yes, Nathalie?"

    "I have a confession."

    "What is it?"

    "I still love you."

  I felt relieved.

   "I love you, too, Nathalie."

To my surprise, I knew that I meant the words.

What was I to do about it?

We were no longer married.

Nathalie reached into her pocket and handed me an envelope.

  I looked inside and shook my head.

  "I never signed the papers."

   I looked at her in sheer surprise. 

   "We are not divorced?"

  "No."

I smirked.

 I  pulled her close to me.

I did something I should have done sooner.

I kissed her.

I felt her return the kiss.

I moaned as she put a hand under my jacket and shirt.

  I removed the coat. I slowly took off the shirt too.

I laughed when she blushed.

"Nathalie, let us have a bit of fun shall we?"

"That depends, what do you suggest?"

I reached up and removed her coat, then the scarf, and sweater, and hesitated.

  "What is it?"

"Nathalie?"

"Gabe, go ahead. I have waited for years for you to want me."

  I  was startled by her words.

This is where the story gets a bit spicy.  

*In other words, it is mature audiences ages twenty, and above. Otherwise, you are reading this at your own risk. Sexual content...*

Warning do not read the rest if you are not into this sort of thing.

I  placed the coats over us.

Why did it matter?

I  pulled her onto my lap. I kissed her all over.

I heard her groan and moan for me.

"More Gabe, please."

I smirked with pleasure.

Anything to please her.

 I heard her moan louder.

"Gabe!"

"Nathalie!"

I remained on her lap.

I soon felt connected with her.

It was the best sex, we had in years.

the end...

til the next one-shot story,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!