Ice Queen

Eleven

Kirstie's POV

We were sitting on the couch, talking and laughing, when Mitch asked to talk to me alone. Scott let out a wolf whistle as I led Mitch into the kitchen; the band now knew of our relationship status. "Kirstie..." he whimpered.

"Tired?" I asked. He'd been straining for a while to keep his emotions down and keep his powers under control. He nodded weakly. "Alright, we'll get you home before something bad happens."

I led the way into the living room with Mitch at my heels. "We're feeling pretty tired, so I think we're going to go." I said. Scott smirked. 

"Oh really?" He said. I nodded, waved, and led Mitch out of the house. "Don't tire yourselves out any more!" Scott called after us. I rolled my eyes and led Mitch to the elevator.

- 

As soon as we walked into my apartment, I locked the door and turned our appearances back to normal. Mitch sighed in relief and went to take his contacts out. I started coffee while he did that, and heard a knock at the door. Last time that happened, it didn't go so well. I looked out the peephole before I opened the door. It was Zima, so I unlocked and opened my door. "Hello, Ice." She greeted me. "Is Flame here?"

"He is. He's in the bathroom, one moment." I said, and went into the bathroom to get Mitch. He was staring at himself in the mirror. "Hey, babe," I said to get his attention. "Zima's here to see you." 

"Okay, one second," he replied. He kept looking at himself in the mirror, and I noticed he was frowning slightly.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. 

"No... well, yes. I just... I look so different now." He said. I smiled and stepped into the bathroom, lightly closing the door behind us.

"You'll get used to it. I was so different when I got initiated, but now I'm completely okay with it. You're still perfect," I told him. He smiled gratefully and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He tried to press his lips against mine, but I smirked and pushed him away slightly. "Later; right now Zima's here to see you." 

He sighed and followed me out of the bathroom. "Ah, hello Flame." Zima said. "I'm here for your weekly check-in. How is everything?"

"Fine," Mitch answered.

"Good, good. No one knows of your powers?"

"Kirstie has been helping me with them, so no. No one knows." 

"Good. That's all for this week. Next week I'll give you some exercises, but for now you're on a sort of break. Heat is technically supposed to check in on you, but since he's so stuck in his ways of hating you, I've been sent myself. The imbecile..." she muttered.

"Zima?" I asked. She just smiled. "You really don't like Heat, do you?" 

"Not very much, no." She said, frowning slightly. "But oh well, we must work with him I suppose. Goodbye now, Flame. I will be seeing you both soon."

Once she left, Mitch turned to me and took a step closer. He looked exhausted, so I grabbed his wrist and led him to the bedroom. We both climbed into bed and he crawled over me so his face hovered above mine. 

I felt our lips pressing gently together, and felt him sling his leg over my own so he was totally on top of me. His hands wandered over my body freely, and he trailed a line of feathery kisses down my neck, stopping at my collarbone.

Every time he touched me, I felt a little shock of electricity. He was so exhausted, and obviously quite happy, so I would have to get him off of me soon. But I liked it for now. The shocks felt nice, honestly. 

Everything was a blur, and before I realized it, our shirts were on the floor. Wait, how did that happen? A few more articles of clothing came off, and we were left in our underwear. I could feel him getting hotter, literally. He still couldn't melt me, but if he kept losing control, he could shock us pretty good. "Mitch..." I whispered as he continued down my torso. He was hovering above my  belly button when I said it, so he looked up at me with a sigh.

"What is it?" He asked. His tone read 'can't it wait?' 

"You're going to hurt us soon." I said.

"I don't care," he whispered, and went back to pressing soft kisses on my stomach.

"Mitch, please, stop..." I mumbled. I felt scared. What if he tried something else? 

He must've sensed the fear in my voice, because he immediately stopped. He came back up to the pillows and wrapped his arms gently around me. There was no shock this time, which meant he was regaining control. "I'm sorry Kirstie..." he whispered. "I don't know what came over me."

"Your powers." I mumbled, cuddling up to his stomach. We were above the blankets, and he had cooled himself down, so I felt comfortable. I wouldn't melt. "You can't control them yet."

"And when I can control them, I'll be too hot for you to even touch." He murmured. 

"I don't want to think about that." I whispered. It was true, I didn't. I needed him...

"What are we gonna do Kirstie?" 

"I don't know..."