Cold Flames

Chapter 5 : Decisions Decisions

Well aware of the sleeping girl on my back made me very anxious. Her head was snuggled in my neck. Her breath was wandering over my ear. This was pleasuring torment. I relished every minute of it. Her toned arms were wrapped around my neck as if she were trying to choke me. Her smooth legs were locked around my waist.

I'm surprised how in control I am. One of her arms loosened and fell downward. She looked so beautiful while sleeping.That reminds me, I wonder why she was here... and crying. I stopped in front of a house, and noticed it had the same atmosphere as she had around her. How much you could know from a person by merely paying attention to the little things... I moved her into my arms, trying not to wake her up. I stared at her.

I needed something to claim her as mine. But what? A smile played across my face, staring at the beautiful girl before me in my arms. I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers, not wanting to get too excited from the gentle kiss I gave her. Claim... huh. How foolish a thought could be for such a simple gesture. Upon hearing movement before me, I raised my head to see a guy sitting near the door way, wide-eyed. He began to walk over, and I briskly walked past him towards her porch.

"Firen...?" he called. I looked down at Firen to see if she had woken up. Nope. So I gently placed her down, and looked back up at him angrily. "Who are you?" the guy asked as if I had no right to be here, and he did. Must be the ex... oh wait. I guess I am the ice man here. Fitting thought then I guess. Didn't change my distaste for the unexpected visitor.

I cocked my head to the side and asked "Are you really in a position to ask me that?" he looked at me shocked, almost too scared to answer. From that response, I could tell he hadn't been in contact with her for awhile now. "So...may I ask what you are here for?" I said as politely as possible. I even threw in a smile. Aren't I the sweetest? Firen would probably gag at my false impression of what manners look like. Hm... gag. Not a bad trail of thought.

"I'm here... because..." his hesitations annoyed me to the utmost degree. Especially when I was in the middle of a track of thoughts that only had a promising ending. "Well spit it out." I said. "Of Firen!" he managed to choke out. I was surprised. Actually, I was hoping he would say Fran. But I knew that was impossible. A kid could dream, right? I cocked my head to the other side. Leering at the eyesore only put some perspective into place for me.

Never had I looked at a man this long. He was actually decent looking, handsome even. I have to say, Firen had good taste. He seems like a Fire man. Which would explain why she was with him. I heard something about purity somewhere in those training courses. I bet there was a competitive issue between them. Firewoman and men were rumored to not get along very well. It was something about a dominance problem or something like that.

But now, by the look of his face, it looks like he wants her back. I straitened my posture, and replied to his ludicrous confession. "I think it would be best if you leave, and come back another time." His eyes flared at my completely safe plan. Why doesn't he just leave? As if he read my thoughts, the eyesore spoke up. "I'm here for MY Firen. Now... give her to me." He held out his hands, and at that motion, I lost all patience and whatever smile was plastered on my face. My body grew colder as I became angrier. How dare he say 'give her to me' as if she's some toy to be passed along? "Just get out of my way, ice man. I'll get her myself-" I cut him off by grabbing him by the collar, just before he passed me. It's been a very long time since I touched a man.

"Can't you see she's asleep? What the actual fuck is your problem?" I hissed. I hated when this side of me came out. It was a side that had been refined into a maniacal tool of terror. I usually knew when to bring such a side out... but it's been so long since such a side had reason to be shown. As I looked upon my current reason, the hair on the back of my neck began to stand. He flared his nostrils, as a glint of red went across his eyes, and he countered with confidence, "Unhand me, with those parasitic claws of yours. To believe such a parasite touched my Firen in such a manner. You should be ashamed." His words were my undoing. I decked him in the eye, subsequently, he staggered backwards. I slightly laughed at the irony. I'm ashamed to touch her, but for completely different reasons then what he is thinking.