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rainbowfic2012-02-08 03:55 pm
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Iceberg 3, Lust 28: Getting Warm
Author: Kat
Title: Warming Up
Story: In The Heart
Colors: Iceberg 3 (sleet), lust 28 (in the shower).
Supplies and Materials: none.
Word Count: 1098.
Rating: G.
Summary: "You're freezing. Get in the tub."
Warnings: none
Notes: Stretching the lust prompt a bit, but hey, bathtubs count. For the sexisnottheenemy fication, my fourth prompt. Nudity in the picture.
Jake was shaking when he finally got home. Not from the cold, although that hadn't helped-- no, it was the damn sleet getting down his collar and the damn wind blowing in his face and both of them working together to basically freeze his face off. It hadn't even had the common decency to snow this winter and make the city look nice for the few nanoseconds that the snow stayed white. No, instead he'd gotten to freeze and be depressed by grey gunmetal skies and constant dripping rain and sleet.
He was not okay with February. Ever.
He slammed the apartment door behind him, just to relieve his feelings a little.
Olivia leaned in from the bedroom, book in hand, and said, "What... Jesus. Is the weather that bad?"
He unwound his scarf and, to his annoyance, dropped it almost immediately-- his hands had gone numb. "Yes," he said, bending to pick it up. "Yes, it is. I thought you had a lesson?"
"Canceled," she said, setting the book down on a side table and coming over to him. "Mrs. Fletcher said the weather's too bad for Jeremy, but I thought she was just being overprotective. Guess not."
"Guess not," Jake echoed, pulling off his gloves with clumsy fingers. "It is freezing out there. Metaphorically, anyway. I didn't see any ice."
Olivia took his gloves and scarf out of his hands, dropped them on the floor of the closet, then took his hands between hers and started rubbing them vigorously. His fingers started tingling almost immediately. "Your hands are icy enough," she said. "Sweetheart, you need new gloves."
He glanced self-consciously at them. "They're a little worn out, but they're still good."
She gave him a mildly sarcastic look. "There's holes between the fingers. You need new gloves."
"Maybe later," he said, and freed one hand to pull his hat off. It was soaked; water dripped on the floor when he squeezed it.
"A new hat, too," Olivia said decisively, and dropped his hands. "Get your clothes off. I'm going to run you a bath."
Jake blinked-- that was not how Olivia usually asked for sex-- but obediently began to unbutton his coat. "A bath? Why a bath?"
"Mother always said the best way to get warm was to get in a hot bath," Olivia said, primly. He blinked at her again-- not sex, then-- and she added, "Not my mother. But somebody's mother, I'm sure."
He thought back, couldn't remember his mother ever mentioning it, and said, "I think my mother did," anyway, because it sounded like the sort of thing she would have said if she'd thought of it.
"There you go," she said, and disappeared into the bathroom, calling, "Come in when you're ready," over her shoulder. A moment later, he heard the thunder of water into the bathtub.
Dropping his clothes on the floor went against his inner neatnik, but he did it anyway, because his hands weren't numb anymore but they were still tingling and it just seemed too hard to bother hanging them up. At least his shirt and boxers were still dry-- he left everything else in a wet cold heap on the floor and went into the bathroom.
Olivia bent over the tub, swirling water with her hand. It met her approval, apparently, because she stood and turned it off, then turned around to face him, hand on her hips.
"Uh-uh," she said. "Clothes off. Then get in the tub."
"Excuse me for not wanting to walk through the apartment naked," he said, and unbuttoned his shirt. "I mean, we have neighbors. There could be people staring in our window at any moment."
Olivia was unsympathetic. "Our windows all have curtains and blinds. Which are closed. And you are freezing."
Jake snorted, and pulled down his boxers, kicked them off his ankles with a quick motion. "I am well aware of that, thanks. The freezing part."
"No backchat," she said, and gave him a little push. "Into the tub."
The water was scalding hot, so hot steam rose visibly from the surface. He put a tentative toe in, and yelped. "Are you trying to boil me alive, woman?"
"Baby," she said, folding her arms. "It's warm, you need warm, get in the tub."
"That," Jake said, "is to warm as hurricane is to a breeze."
"Fine," Olivia said, and pulled her sweater off over her head. Curly strands went everywhere as she dropped it on the floor and pulled her shirt off too. "I'll get in too."
He blinked again, but didn't argue, because Olivia was taking off her bra and he made it a point never to argue with his girlfriend when she had her bra off. "Okay," he said, instead, and lowered himself into the water, wincing every step of the way. "Ouch. This is really hot."
Olivia, unzipping her skirt, rolled her eyes. "You are such a baby," she said. "Seriously. Did you never take hot baths as a child?"
"Sure," he said. "When I was a child. Not when I was an adult and made of ice." His skin flushed pink everywhere he touched water, which he had to admit was a nice change from the frozen white. And he could finally feel his toes again. "It does seem to be working, though."
"Told you so," Olivia said, shimmied off her underwear, and stepped into the tub, sinking down to sit against the back wall. Jake obligingly pulled his legs in to make room for her. "See?" she asked. "Isn't this better?"
She was all flushed and pink and naked, and he'd pretty much stopped thinking. "Yeah," he said, and reached forward, spread his legs and pulled her in against his body. "I'm nice and warm now."
She put her hands flat on his chest, spread her fingers and tapped them thoughtfully. "Hmm. You're still kind of chilly."
"Yeah?" He ran his hands along her legs. He loved her legs, long and gorgeous, perfectly curved into her hips-- he cupped his hands around her hips. He loved her hips too. "Maybe I need some cuddling."
"Hmm," she said again, and parted her legs, slipping them around his waist, pulling herself into his lap and sharp against his cock. "Maybe a little more than that. Can't be too careful."
"Not at all," Jake agreed, seriously, and kissed her nose, then her mouth. Her hands came up around his neck, and pulled him closer.
"I love taking baths with you," she said breathlessly, a minute later when they parted.
"Me too," he said, and kissed her again.
Title: Warming Up
Story: In The Heart
Colors: Iceberg 3 (sleet), lust 28 (in the shower).
Supplies and Materials: none.
Word Count: 1098.
Rating: G.
Summary: "You're freezing. Get in the tub."
Warnings: none
Notes: Stretching the lust prompt a bit, but hey, bathtubs count. For the sexisnottheenemy fication, my fourth prompt. Nudity in the picture.
Jake was shaking when he finally got home. Not from the cold, although that hadn't helped-- no, it was the damn sleet getting down his collar and the damn wind blowing in his face and both of them working together to basically freeze his face off. It hadn't even had the common decency to snow this winter and make the city look nice for the few nanoseconds that the snow stayed white. No, instead he'd gotten to freeze and be depressed by grey gunmetal skies and constant dripping rain and sleet.
He was not okay with February. Ever.
He slammed the apartment door behind him, just to relieve his feelings a little.
Olivia leaned in from the bedroom, book in hand, and said, "What... Jesus. Is the weather that bad?"
He unwound his scarf and, to his annoyance, dropped it almost immediately-- his hands had gone numb. "Yes," he said, bending to pick it up. "Yes, it is. I thought you had a lesson?"
"Canceled," she said, setting the book down on a side table and coming over to him. "Mrs. Fletcher said the weather's too bad for Jeremy, but I thought she was just being overprotective. Guess not."
"Guess not," Jake echoed, pulling off his gloves with clumsy fingers. "It is freezing out there. Metaphorically, anyway. I didn't see any ice."
Olivia took his gloves and scarf out of his hands, dropped them on the floor of the closet, then took his hands between hers and started rubbing them vigorously. His fingers started tingling almost immediately. "Your hands are icy enough," she said. "Sweetheart, you need new gloves."
He glanced self-consciously at them. "They're a little worn out, but they're still good."
She gave him a mildly sarcastic look. "There's holes between the fingers. You need new gloves."
"Maybe later," he said, and freed one hand to pull his hat off. It was soaked; water dripped on the floor when he squeezed it.
"A new hat, too," Olivia said decisively, and dropped his hands. "Get your clothes off. I'm going to run you a bath."
Jake blinked-- that was not how Olivia usually asked for sex-- but obediently began to unbutton his coat. "A bath? Why a bath?"
"Mother always said the best way to get warm was to get in a hot bath," Olivia said, primly. He blinked at her again-- not sex, then-- and she added, "Not my mother. But somebody's mother, I'm sure."
He thought back, couldn't remember his mother ever mentioning it, and said, "I think my mother did," anyway, because it sounded like the sort of thing she would have said if she'd thought of it.
"There you go," she said, and disappeared into the bathroom, calling, "Come in when you're ready," over her shoulder. A moment later, he heard the thunder of water into the bathtub.
Dropping his clothes on the floor went against his inner neatnik, but he did it anyway, because his hands weren't numb anymore but they were still tingling and it just seemed too hard to bother hanging them up. At least his shirt and boxers were still dry-- he left everything else in a wet cold heap on the floor and went into the bathroom.
Olivia bent over the tub, swirling water with her hand. It met her approval, apparently, because she stood and turned it off, then turned around to face him, hand on her hips.
"Uh-uh," she said. "Clothes off. Then get in the tub."
"Excuse me for not wanting to walk through the apartment naked," he said, and unbuttoned his shirt. "I mean, we have neighbors. There could be people staring in our window at any moment."
Olivia was unsympathetic. "Our windows all have curtains and blinds. Which are closed. And you are freezing."
Jake snorted, and pulled down his boxers, kicked them off his ankles with a quick motion. "I am well aware of that, thanks. The freezing part."
"No backchat," she said, and gave him a little push. "Into the tub."
The water was scalding hot, so hot steam rose visibly from the surface. He put a tentative toe in, and yelped. "Are you trying to boil me alive, woman?"
"Baby," she said, folding her arms. "It's warm, you need warm, get in the tub."
"That," Jake said, "is to warm as hurricane is to a breeze."
"Fine," Olivia said, and pulled her sweater off over her head. Curly strands went everywhere as she dropped it on the floor and pulled her shirt off too. "I'll get in too."
He blinked again, but didn't argue, because Olivia was taking off her bra and he made it a point never to argue with his girlfriend when she had her bra off. "Okay," he said, instead, and lowered himself into the water, wincing every step of the way. "Ouch. This is really hot."
Olivia, unzipping her skirt, rolled her eyes. "You are such a baby," she said. "Seriously. Did you never take hot baths as a child?"
"Sure," he said. "When I was a child. Not when I was an adult and made of ice." His skin flushed pink everywhere he touched water, which he had to admit was a nice change from the frozen white. And he could finally feel his toes again. "It does seem to be working, though."
"Told you so," Olivia said, shimmied off her underwear, and stepped into the tub, sinking down to sit against the back wall. Jake obligingly pulled his legs in to make room for her. "See?" she asked. "Isn't this better?"
She was all flushed and pink and naked, and he'd pretty much stopped thinking. "Yeah," he said, and reached forward, spread his legs and pulled her in against his body. "I'm nice and warm now."
She put her hands flat on his chest, spread her fingers and tapped them thoughtfully. "Hmm. You're still kind of chilly."
"Yeah?" He ran his hands along her legs. He loved her legs, long and gorgeous, perfectly curved into her hips-- he cupped his hands around her hips. He loved her hips too. "Maybe I need some cuddling."
"Hmm," she said again, and parted her legs, slipping them around his waist, pulling herself into his lap and sharp against his cock. "Maybe a little more than that. Can't be too careful."
"Not at all," Jake agreed, seriously, and kissed her nose, then her mouth. Her hands came up around his neck, and pulled him closer.
"I love taking baths with you," she said breathlessly, a minute later when they parted.
"Me too," he said, and kissed her again.
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he made it a point never to argue with his girlfriend when she had her bra off.
= *HEARTS* And...
It hadn't even had the common decency to snow this winter and make the city look nice for the few nanoseconds that the snow stayed white.
I love this line more than ice cream. Did I ever tell you about my ice cream problem where if it exists, I eat it?
Plus, I'm not OK with February either, and I have to say I much enjoyed seeing something so warm and gooshy and sexy done with February. Which may sound silly, but I don't fine Valentine's romantic as presented by most of the world.
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OH MAN I spent a snowstorm in New York City once. The snow was white for approximately three minutes and then BAM, instant grey gross slush. Just. No. But it's pretty for those three minutes!
Ugh, February, I hate it. And I don't blame you. For me, Valentine's Day has always been my mom's birthday, not a couple thing. So it's fun (cake!) but not romantic. I miss Denmark on Valentine's Day-- there's some pink things and couples roaming around and native Danes go "WHOA WHOA WHOA GOING OVERBOARD" and I'm just like, 'ahhhh. So low-key."
Thank you!
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Am I making any sense today? ;P
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