"I thought we'd do some training." Bobby Drake shrugged as he and (Y/N) walked out of the courtyard and down past the gates of mutant high
"But why are we doing it all the way out here?" (Y/N) laughed. Since she'd joined Xavier's school her and Bobby had become good friends, and sometimes she hoped more than that, despite being told that fire and ice didn't mix on multiple occasions.
"It's private." He turned back to her and smiled. They were standing in a patch of field down the hill from the school; he was right, there wasn't a soul in sight. "And, Storm doesn't let us train together anymore after last time." (Y/N) playfully slapped him on the arm and he laughed at the memory of her almost burning down the school.
"It was an accident!" (Y/N) exclaimed, sending a spray hot spark in his general direction, he froze them before they reached his person.
"Hey!" He cried. (Y/N) merely laughed some more and pulled her (Y/H/C) out of her face and into a pony tail behind her head.
"Okay, but seriously," her amusement died down, "we came to train, so let's train." She put on her competitive tone and Bobby smirked.
"Whatever you say Firefly." He laughed an ice ball at her, she counteracted it with a fireball and it melted to the crisp, green grass at her feet in slush.
"You're going to have to do better than that." She challenged.
They kept it up for a while, Bobby threw and (Y/N) melted or (Y/N) threw and Bobby froze, most of their training was about honing there abilities, not just keeping them under wraps. (Y/N) was always quite good with her aim, but sometimes she'd only hit a bit of ice or more than one ball would catch her off guard, it was all about practice.
As it got more intense and their training wore on (Y/N) was beginning to feel her arms ache and her powers wan. Bobby, however, seemed to not be showing any signs of fatigue and was actually going harder on his attack when it was his turn, (Y/N) could barely keep up with his onslaught of well aimed ice balls.
It was getting cold now, like a sudden chill had picked up in the wind. She cast it aside as nothing but when the hairs on her arms seemed to stand on end and her breath was almost visible in the mid-afternoon sky, she realised something was wrong. Just as Bobby's name formed on her lips snow began swirling around her and she could no longer see his face, it was time to panic.
(Y/N) was shaking uncontrollably now; she was sure Bobby had done this, they had seen no one else while they were training.
"Bobby!" She yelled, the parts of her hands that she could make out were turning white and fire refused to light from them. Usually she was warm to the core, but now she was nothing but cold. "Bobby!?" One more cry had the snow storm dying down and a shaken and confused Bobby running towards her, his arms wrapping around her shoulders to keep her warm.
"I'm so sorry." He muttered, rubbing her shoulders to try and make her warm. "I had no idea that I would-" He hadn't meant to, it had been an accident, (Y/N) knew that.
"I know." She said through numb lips and tried to smile, but they were too cold and blue to move them much. He brushed the frost that had formed off of her cheek and cupped her face.
"You look so cold." He said guiltily. She was about to say she was fine. "No, you're not fine. You're lips are blue and you're pale." It was like he read her mind. Tentative and unsure his face moved closed to hers and he carefully planted a kiss on her lips, for someone known as iceman he was so warm. When his lips left hers she was left wanting more, even just to warm her up.
Bobby took a sheepish step back. "Sorry." He said.
"It's okay." (Y/N) said, the feeling returning to her cold body. She started a small fire in her hands and rubbed them together.
"Although... about that kiss...does that mean...?" They grinned at one another and Bobby took her hand.
"If you want it to."
