Author's Note: This one-shot is from the New Beginning, of course, especially by judging the custom characters, besides the events or dates that are associated with the original story, itself! Do not kill me for writing anything by finishing with kisses or something one-shots lately! I just try to please you as my readers or fans, instead of keeping you wait for days even weeks! Anyway I hope you like and enjoy this one-shot as Wings of Light and Without you await me!

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--- 25th of October, 1969 ---

Late October. Autumn's assault has just affected as the black plague not only urban Boston, but also the outskirts of the small city of Massachusetts. Rainy day. Just a normal day like the other ones since the world's creation. Nevertheless, there was one phenomenon that some people love or even worshipped it more than anything. Or rather despised it. Or brought them the most glowing smile, smeared across their lips. Or found it for romantic by sharing a kiss, drenching themselves under the rain's natural spell. Their hairs, their attires, their fleshes were soaked. Even the kiss was wet and that's a rain kiss.

Halloween was within a week or even slightly less than a week. Whether if it rained or not on Halloween, it was just a normal day for certain people, whilst for Halloween's keen fans it was just a miracle to wait annually for their favorite holiday to knit them in a grim, late October's embrace by disguising themselves as something eerie or even supernatural which didn't give any eerie vibes at all.

It was an evening time in Boston as its outskirts and anywhere in the small city was baptized in nocturnal darkness. A moon hovering in the sky with its palish light that gleamed its surroundings below. One of a kind moon being outnumbered by a million swarm of shimmering gilt stars, twinkling and shimmering in the nocturnal sky. The fragily and flimsily crispy in variety colors leaves have already tumbled down from the grand trees, shaping a luxurious, satin carpet of leaves outdoors.

The entire family has already finished with having a dinner in the wee hours of the evening as the twins, Ellie and Tristan were poised on their mother's arms securely, whilst she was sitting on the porch and watching the heavy rain pouring and pouring. Light autumn breeze tickled delicately their hairs and fleshes. In the meanwhile, Timothy was washing the dishes, whereas Agnes was accompanying her father and scrutinizing his mechanics of furbishing the filthy, already used dishes and eating tools.

"Do ya see little angels what God graced us this Saturday night?" The blonde rocked lightly the kindergarteners, pecking feather, affectionate kisses on the top of their heads with her naturally rosy-coloured, soft as velvet lips that grazed featherly their facial skins. The warmest honey pigmented her honey brown orbs that shot a beatific glance at them, giggling quietly to herself as it was solely distinct for her.

"Ya, Mommy! It's a pwetty rain." The brunette girl evoked out, inhaling inwardly the fresh, quiescent fragrance of the nature and rain, waffling her sensitive nostrils. Her big caramel brown pools were transfixed on the rain in awe, admiring the nature's ambience and aesthetics.

"As pretty as my both lovely cherub angels for sure!" In the interval, their cheeks were peppered with doting, sweet kisses as they lightly giggled. "I think it hasn't rained for days as it saddens me."

"But I luv rain, Mommy!" The younger twin's whine scratched his brittle lungs.

"I know, I know, Tris! Who doesn't love rain?"

"Only Agnes!" Ellie emphasized her younger sister's name sardonically.

"She's too young. She's scarcely two-year-old girl, honey!" A sharp exhale surged from the top of the former woman of the cloth's frail lungs. "Whether she's 5 years old or 15, we shall see how much she likes the rain."

"Mommy?"

"Yes, darling?" The older twin caught her mother's attention in no time with her questioning while suckling her thumb as it was plugged in her mouth, while the former devotional holy man overlooked since it's going to be bland to caution her daughter it's unhealthy and unpleasant at all.

"Can we be under the rain and soak us?"

"How do ya think?" In the interim, the twins bobbed their heads in agreement optimistically elated, thrumming melodically with their thin lips in a choir as a beaming, jeering smile cradled Jude's rosy-coloured lips. "But it's actually no, because I don't want ya to be sick by catching cold and cough like donkeys, besides it's a high time for bed."

"Nooo, Mommy! I'm not sleepy." The older twin's shrill, capricious whine verged to cause bleed as a minimal harm physically to the middle-aged lady, while shushing to them quietly, encouraging them to subdue their whines and pleas.

"Neither I'm." Tristan replied as his lower lip carved in a pout. "Please, Mommy, we're not sleepy!"

"Shu, shu, cupcakes! Yar supposed to be asleep very soon since tomorrow awaits ya a big adventure in the kindergarten and the teacher will be mad at ya for not collecting enough sleep by being like mindless zombies on the morning after."

Once the former sister of the church entered inside the hall by carrying the twins up to their room to put them down to sleep since it was a high time they to slumber without an ado, all of a sudden her husband's voice caught her off guard as her heart raced. At first, she thought Timothy and Agnes were oblivious for her since her attention was utterly focused on the eldest heirs of their.

"Are you going to put them down to sleep?" The British compatriot cried out loud plainly, whereas taking Agnes into his arms by planting a gentle, loving kiss on her forehead afterwards.

"Yes, sweetheart! It's finally a bedtime for them."

"But Daddy?" The youngest Howard enquired with her childish voice as her smile ebbed off at the thought of bedtime, pouting her rosy-coloured, plumpish lips.

"What is it my little bird?" His velvety voice accentuated the reply with an inquiry, pinching playfully, lovingly her nose with a few fingers to distract her from the negative thoughts and whines that awaited him as shadows and demons.

"I'm not sweepy at all." The little girl complained coldly with lack of emotion in her utterance, whereas his mammoth, veiny hand delicately, dotingly stroke her lion mane of glossy aureate tresses, cascading her shoulders.

"I know, sweetie! But since your siblings are laid down to sleep, therefore you should be either, Agnes!"

"Nooooo!"

"Shu, shu, shu, honey! You mustn't be upset at all. You're still growing and the lack of sleep isn't good for you at all." Meantime, the former holy man rocked and swayed in the scooped embrace his ray of sunshine as his pale-pinkish lips produced a silver-tongued, soothing hum, ringing joyous tunes into her petite ears. "The upsetness doesn't even look beautiful on you, my beautiful little princess." He rocked her once again as her squeal subdued in the background as Timothy walked away from the kitchen, still holding her in his strong, muscly arms.

As soon as the British compatriot towered the stairway to the second floor and stepping inside the children's room, he put Agnes in her bassinett, whereas Jude was lulling eloquently to the twins, caressing gingerly, featherly their yet growing hairs.

"But I'm not sweepy, Daddy!" The youngest girl muttered, curling her lips in a pout.

"It's not my fault, baby girl! Come on, do you want a bedtime story or a lullaby?"

"Nothing!"

"Closed up for the night are the roses so red! It's time all little people were going to bed." In the meantime, the Bostonian was chanting a serene lullaby to the twins as they quickly found themselves asleep under the moonlight and the lullaby's spell. A radiant, heavenly smile bloomed as a spring flower bud on his parchment, still young-looking complexion.

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Once the former pious members of the clergy laid them down to sleep their rays of sunshines, they sat on the porch by snuggling into one another's arms, knitting their frail skeletons, whereas the heavy rain poured as God's wiping, bawling his sacredly celestial, crystally lazuline orbs moistened with budded tears, rolling down on his cheeks.

"It's undeniably gorgeous tonight." The former licentious jazz nightclub singer's honeyed murmur almost died on her tongue, dancing its rhythm before dripping from her lips as shed blood.

"So as my perfect rare bird that has graced both of us with paulo aves!" He nuzzled the top of her head, incapable of resisting the alluring aroma of her halo ringlet of lustrous old Hollywood gilt tresses, piled up on her shoulders and exquisitely framing her yet youthful, porcelain complexion. A smug, beaming smile flexed her jaw. Her heart wamed promptly when Timothy called not only her own rare bird, furthermore their three of a kind wonderful creations, made of their flesh and blood, paulo aves. "I'm so proud and happy to have you and our rays of sunshines, my rara avis!"

"I'm more proud and happier to have everything especially ya and our cherub angels than anything. That's the sole things that make me really happy." His long, pristinely dexterous fingers delicately played with her curls, twirling and curling them in his fingers as phone's cord, nibbling on the bottom, plumpish pale lip with his anterior ivory teeth. In the meanwhile, the former religious nun melted in the snuggle and his delicate, doting caresses that sent shivers down her frail skeleton of sweetness, pleasure and inevitable lust and love, besides balmy warmness nuzzling her epidermis.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Jude?"

"Let's kiss under the rain." She opted to usher him by managing her elvish, milky as vanilla hand to reach for his colossal, protective one, dragging him as if they were on cloud nine from the porch by drenching themselves under the heavy rain.

Without any pointless or bland reply, the former priest gladly accepted her suggestion as shortly after she pulled him in a warm, wet hug under the heavy rain, her both hands knitted the nape of his delicate, milky as snow neck, whilst his both hands gripped her underneath her inner thighs, being clung to one another as their lips were captured in a hardening, sultry kiss. Her sufficiently long, manicured in ravishing red fingernails scrapped by dragging them in the nape of his neck's flesh, shutting tightly their eyelids. Muffled moans and groans escaped their lips as their lips escalated to aggressively, feudening ferocious until their wet, berry-coloured tongues commenced to dance as he squeezed her small buttocks in the palms, digging his fingertips in the drenched dress's hem. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as her pubic bone poked his bulge. As Jude plugged her tongue inside his mouth, subsequently the former members of the church deepened the steamy kiss in French, whereas the older woman slithered her hands from his neck, making its own way to his belt by unbuckling it swiftly. The heavy rain has already viciously waterlogged them as they sensed their attires were already burden for them under the rain and under the maliciously vehement hex of the rain kiss.

"Oh fucking Christ! I fucking need ya now!" The Bostonian muffled the moan and groan, amalgating with her lustful, insisting plea to feel his skin inside hers. "Inside me, darling!" She couldn't suppress by incapable of breathing for a single second until he laid her gingerly on the grass by removing each other's soaked garments including lingerie that once hugged comfortably their bodies.

"Oh fuck! I want to feel how tight you're for me!"

When they got rid off their already discarded underwear and clothes by tossing them bluntly on the grass, thereafter the former priest's both mammoth, calluously creamy as baby skin hands ran over from her jawline up to her labia slowly but surely, whereas she pawed her round, full breast, while a couple of fingers of her solely free hand was rubbing on circles the buddle of nerves slowly, unable to suppress to inward, sensual moans from the top of her brittle lungs. His darkened, fiendish eyes that once pigmented the warmest coffee brown, they were as fiendishly somber as midnight black. Darker than demon's ones. A haughtily smug smirk brushed his baby pinkish lips. His fingers traced the map of erogenous zones that sent violent, paradoxal paroxysm all over her epidermis, smeared in goosebumps and moistness in the same time. In the interval, her long, still drop-dead gorgeously lean legs were snaked around his waist. Her soaked, greasy lion mane of silky golden tresses was ruffled on the grass above her, shaping a gilt full moon.

As soon as she positioned his hard rock member at her entrance, consequently her both elvish, pale as ghost hands clawed his muscular, broad shoulders for support as they looked up at one another's faces with sheer love, desire and ablaze lust, flaming them seconds before the thrusts. She nibbled on the silken skin of her bottom plump lip.

When the younger man started thrusting inside her, throughout the thrusts were pain and slow as soreful, sultry moans and groans left the middle-aged lady's lips, dragging her nails all over his back, leaving savage traces of her, while his lips landed on her neck by beginning with the feather, affectionate kisses, peppered all over its swan curve of her delicate neck until they escalated for feriocus by using his teeth, nipping its flesh. The thrusts were quicker, less painful even pleasing.

"Oh fuck! Don't stop!" The blonde yelled from the top of her lungs.

"You're so damn tight." The former man of the cloth didn't even pay any kidn of an attention to his cussing. "Rare bird!"

"Yar miraculously awesome! Don't even stop fucking my brains off!" She arched her neck by cocking back her head as the golden catalact peaked up to her mid-back as mermaid. Meanwhile, she rotated vehemently her hips in a choir. Her bare, full breasts brushed his toned torso as her erected nipples were pressed on the other pair of skin.

Their climaxes were approaching with a couple of thrusts until he planted his seed inside her core.

"Oh fuck! Yar so close but I don't want ya to end it." After a couple of thrusts they collapsed on each other's bodies as content giggles tickled the corners of their mouths. They panted effortlessly, whilst she captured his lips in a brief, sensual kiss once again by cupping his cheeks in the palms of her petite, secure hands. "That was fucking awesome!"

"It's amazing when we experiment."

"Don't ya think we have never done such thing evar before? Huh?"

"How do you think?" They couldn't even breath for a split second by hemming sluggishly, scratching their throats, whilst his strong, muscly hands snaked around her slim waist as their hearts heavily, agitetedly hammered in their chests.

"Huh? Don't be ridiculous! We've done a lot of kinky stuff not only at home and experimenting under the rain."

"Whatever! I love you so much, my rara avis!"

"I love you too more than anything, Timothy!"