Cold Flames

Chapter 9 : Mine

The blackness I saw earlier switched to blazing red, then dimmed to a warm orange. What the hell is this place, and why can't I wake up? I know I've been here before, but this was somewhere I didn't want to be. My body remembered that... but for the life of me, my mind was telling me it couldn't remember such an incident. My eyes opened to see Vice gripping me tightly, sleeping... my eyes trailed to the rest of his exposed skin, only for me to find out he's naked! Goddess, you say you want to fuck, and the clothes fly right off, don't they? Well he had that fitting boxer brief underwear going on, however, it did little in separation with the rest of him. Fuck, this man was the cuddling type? Definitely did not peg him for the type. In the state of my confusion. In my state of confusion, I also noticed that I was changed into my own nightgown.

I glanced at the clock to saw it an astounding 12:52 PM! Goddess! I slept the day away. I sat up and looked around, particularly noticing my hand on his hard chest. My curious fingers gently crept up his torso, feeling out the canvas that had been holding me. His nipple rings were a significantly cooler feel than his already cold blooded body. I wonder if he made the metal object cooler then it regularly would have been. Nonetheless, my fingers continued their journey of enlightenment, only to brush the tip of his pierced nipple a little more than intentioned. Simultaneously, my eye caught a slight movement in his boxer briefs in my peripheral. I glanced up at his face, studying his features. His white hair seemed almost like a platinum blond now with my lights glowing around him. What on earth is such a creature doing in my bed. What am I doing to him? My hands subtracted, ashamed of the actions that just took place, I went to busy myself elsewhere.

My phone sat on top of the dining room table. It vibrated just as I entered the kitchen. A little far for my taste, but I'm sure the oh so considerate Vice just didn't want my sleep interrupted. I rolled my eyes at the though. It rang twice, before I suspected the unfamiliar number calling this late. I picked it up weary of who'd be on the other end. A whooshing sounded in the background, before it wound down to a white noise. The call in itself giving me a spike in anxiety. This was a bit too creepy for me, my hand began to itch for the hardest phone slam known to man. But a twist happened that caught the action in its tracks. A girl's voice then focused into the phone. "This is the girl Vice is doin now, right?" she said quickly curt. I became annoyed very quickly with the sudden interrogation. "And if it is, what of it?" I spat back into the phone. Ready to take on the girl toe to toe if she was about it. "This is a warning. Stay away from Vice. Or suffer the consequences!" Hysteria was oozing out of the phone, making me question the sanity of said user. I recognized that voice. It was that Ice girl from earlier. Instead of entertaining the prankster, I simply hung up, because I wasn't going to have anyone insult me on my own phone. That's my damn line she rang me on, what am I going to sit there and just take it?

I found it funny that she thought that little threat was going to scare me. No worries. It's just Vice. I'm sure they wouldn't start war over one person...one involvement. I'm thinking too much, I swear. I should probably wake up Vice... Or maybe not... He needs his rest. After I made some homemade pizza, I noticed my dress I wore earlier draped on the couch had been burned, this bringing me back to before. What happened? I remember I was in the café with Limana and Vice... but that's it. I bet there was a fire so there had to be news coverage. I scrambled for the remote, quickly turning on the news station. The weather dragged on longer than necessary, but they luckily had coverage on the infernal catastrophe.

It showed some fire men speaking to the public how the situation was held under control easy enough, and apologizing on behalf of the fire race for the two fire females who had incited more danger than what was originally happening. Guess that's me and Limana. Figures we'd add fuel to the fire. I'm glad the fire men got involved. They're generally pretty solid characters generally... very protective of the human race. I always thought it noble, especially when I had no interests in protecting anything other than my fellow fire people. It was how I was raised... but... my concern for Vice was growing at an exponential rate. I know those fumes could be fatal to him. I guess I can understand the fuss why it was such a big deal. I'd be devastated if anything happened to Vice because of me. The more and more I thought about if Vice was okay, the more nervous I became. I quickly ran over to him. I really didn't want to wake him, but I was so paranoid of what impact the fumes could have done, plus he had intel on how I was when in frenzied state. He must be tired. So I occupied my time by taking a bath, then changing into a lavender satin lacy gown, that fell around my curves beautifully. Then I put on some fuzzy socks. You got to love the fuzzy, they're just so warm! I then ate a plate of leftover pizza I had in the fridge.

I came back to my room to see Vice sitting up stretching, his limbs elongating in my full viewing. Goddess of Fire, he was hot. He looked up at me with eyes that sent a chill up my spine. His usual blue eyes were iced over. Like they were contacts being frozen over. "Your eyes...they're...icy..." I said hesitantly. He immediately squeezed them shut. "Sorry. My eyes are naturally all white. I wear blue contacts. The whole "all white eyes" thing kinda freaks people out, surprisingly."  he babbled out nervous. Nervous of what, I wasn't aware. He scraped the contacts out with his nails. The action made me cringe, watching him picking through his eyeball in such a manner. Definitely a thing I didn't plan to get used to. He looked at me with all white eyes, and even though I couldn't see his pupil, which was already regenerating itself, I could feel his gaze boring into me. Why does he stare at me so hard? I couldn't help but look down, staring too much at his naked body.... made me think of sinful ways my body could press against it. Not moments later of the thought, I heard rustling and realized he was getting up. He got up and put the jeans he had on yesterday, and sat back down towards the edge of the bed with his fly open like an awaiting puppy. His gaze slowly returned to me, with the same intensity as before.

"Come here, Firen." He commanded in a serious tone. He smiled gently as he waited. As his hand extended in my direction, my feet seemed to move by themselves, as my eyes remained fixated on his. He made all types of things stir in me; Vice himself was a stimulator. He took me by the hand and pulled me close to him. He then buried his face in my bosom. "You have no idea..." I heard muffled in my breasts. Huh? Dare I ask? My body reacted far before my mind processed the words that slipped out myself. His hands buried into my sides, his fingers creating pressure individually of their own accord.

"The place I'm trying to reach within you... you have no idea. I want to touch you, Firen. so fucking deep, Firen, that you can feel every ounce of power you know I have to offer you. Have you ever had someone touch you in places you didn't even know existed? Somewhere so deep, you would implode from the edge I blew you off of? I know you're probably having your tough exterior front you like to put up, and doubts because of the restaurant, but baby you're fucking with the right one. But damn are you underestimating the power I'm about to unleash on you. Shit I can feel your doubt. let me tell you, I'm going to make sure I do what no other dick could ever hope to do to you." With each word he delivered just as powerful as the last, holding the same conviction as the first letter he spoke, it garnered sharper breaths quickening with the pace of my chest, in a silent battle of who could be faster.

I moved out of subconscious, needing some movement, releasing the tension between us. His arms only tightened in response, making me realize how out of whoa I had gotten. That depressive state could really make you lose interests in many hobbies. His eyes bore into mine with this intense smoldering stare, seeing every secret I had to hide with no remorse. "You can already feel the power I possess. Because I can feel yours. And fuck... is it turning me on like you wouldn't believe." Vice bit his lower lip deliberately slow, and gazed upon me in an animalistic way, unable to contain any of the scorching lust in his eyes. Am I going to be able to resist any of this man's urges? This power talk was a weakness to any pure blood. The more you could exude, the better. He then moved his face back down in my chest, muffling another "you have no idea" underneath an erupting chuckle. Goddess, was he confident. "So," he began, popping his head up, completely shifting the mood in light hearted playfulness. "What first?" he asked patiently with a smile. Instantly, I knew what he was referring too. He squeezed tighter, aware I was about to turn to busy myself. This man didn't even know... he was all mine now... for now.