Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice XII

Not sure if people will still be reading this after they ended our AzKar in the most brutal way. But I wrote this to overcome the depression. Hope you like it!

Leave your comments... they are always so encouraging. 

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He stood under the ice-cold spray of the shower... his hands spread flat against the wall ahead. The water cascading through his hair, rippling over the contours of his muscles... over his scars... down to parts that really needed the ice-cold relief.

Parts of him that were way too excited... way too eager to be satiated.

By only one woman.

A woman who had obviously loved and lost someone very dear to her... probably a lover he had concluded by the way she spoken earlier.

But that was not what set him off... the thought of her lover had been pushed back into his brain to dissect at his leisure... because powerful jealousy and possessiveness had attacked him.

What he had truly struggled with tonight... was still struggling with right now... was his inconceivable attraction to her...

A desperate longing...

All it took was a glance at her, dressed in an oversized male's t-shirt, the collar slightly falling off one milky white shoulder... her bare silky smooth thighs and legs ... that cute little pony tail... the rampant curiosity blazing in her eyes... and parts of him had instantly become so hard and so desperate...

For her...

The memory of that view affecting him even now.

"Siktir" he cursed... taking a deep breath to release the pent-up tension in his body.

What was this insane attraction?

Why was it?

Where did it come from?

And it wasn't just the exposed skin that had attracted him. Because she had changed into a more suitable nightwear... not an inch of her body exposed this time... and he had still been affected.

Wanted her just like before... if not more.

X-rated thoughts had cruised through his mind as he had watched her prepare a quick meal for him.

He had envisioned himself approaching her from the back. His fingers itching to free her beautiful hair from the tight band... fingers running through the locks... fingers itching to turn her around, press her back against the counter... fingers dying to open the pearl buttons enclosing her full sleeve pajama top... expose and uncover every delectable inch of her...

Eager to see her, eager to touch her, eager to kiss each and every curve of her soft body. He imagined himself capturing those pink lips with his, his tongue invading her mouth as he grasped her waist and elevated her body up onto the kitchen counter... eliminating the height difference.

His hands guiding her knees apart and wrapping her delicate ankles around his back... while he deepened the kiss... every sensitive part of his body pressed into hers.

He had wanted it so much... so desperately...

Only when she had spoke again, did he realize where his thoughts had been... suddenly embarrassed and ashamed of it... of thinking about her like that. He was so glad that she had her eyes focused on the food. He didn't want to scare her. Her innocent chatter telling him that she had no clue of what he had been envisioning.