Page 3 of Fire on the Ice

She’s a few buildings over from me, but not so bad in the scale of the village. Not too far for a late-night booty call if it comes to that, and it might, because even now my belly’s glowing with the aftermath of that kiss. Reckless, yes, but even had the room been empty, I think I would’ve had heat coursing through me. Hell, if the room had been empty, I find it unlikely we would’ve stopped at a kiss.

It’s possible I stopped by my own room, picked up a few things, and while I was there stroked myself off while thinking of banging Blaze for the first time in four years. Will she be as good as I remember? Or better? Better might render me useless but at the volume my libido is crying out for her, I’d probably be useless anyhow. Only way to douse this fire is to let it consume me, perhaps leave me a crackling pile of charcoal.

Blaze

There’s a knock at my door, but I don’t even reach it before the door is opening and Maisy is striding through. So that’s how we’re going to play this? Fine with me.

She shuts and locks the door behind her, trusting I’ve made arrangements with my roommate, which I have, because I’m not a dumbass. I expect—want—for her to stalk across the room, take my face in her hands, and kiss me for all she’s worth, not even saying a word. She doesn’t, though, just leans against the door, her arms crossed behind her back, staring at me.

I’d like to imagine she’s clasping her elbows because her hands are itching and if she doesn’t put someone’s flesh in them, she’s going to lose her mind. This is how she’s holding herself back.

“Ground rules. If you want to do this, we’re only fucking each other while we do. I know you’re not the monogamous type, and that’s fine, so if you want to sleep with other people, we can be done, no hard feelings.”

She blinks at me, her gaze expectant, and her posture a little unsure. Does she think I’m going to turn down that offer? Yeah, on a day-to-day basis, I’m not inclined to be a one-lay kinda girl, but Maisy’s not your everyday fuck. I’d have to think about it long and hard if this were a marriage proposal, because I’ve always considered myself poly even if I haven’t had a whole lot of time to put that into practice, but it’s not. I don’t think? But people have SIG spouses. I could roll with that.

“You mean for the duration of the SIGs?”

Maisy nods, a crisp short thing while she keeps holding onto her elbows. She does, however, draw the spike heel of her boot up the door behind her until her knee is jutting out. It makes me want to walk up to her, grab that knee, and hitch it up to my hip. Rock my pelvis against her and kiss her, thoroughly.

“Yes. I’m leaving in the afternoon the day following the closing ceremony. Think you can make it through three weeks of fidelity? Or do you anticipate getting bored after a day or two?”

She looks way less nervous now, downright ballsy, actually, as if she knows there’s no way I’m going to say no and if I’m stupid enough to, it’s my loss. I may be reckless, but I’m not a moron.

It’s fun to tease her, though, so I lift a shoulder. “I mean, I guess I can handle it. If you make it worth my while.”

Maisy shakes her head, her top teeth sinking into the side of her bottom lip. “Oh, just you wait, Blaze. Just you wait. Which reminds me of my next and last stipulation.”

“What’s that?” There are very few things that would make me say no to her, especially at this point when I’ve been waiting for what feels like days of walking through the desert, and there she is, a tall drink of water. Well, not so tall, because she’s shorter and slighter than I am, but my god, her sex is the only thing that’s going to quench my thirst.

“Be careful where you mark me, and I’ll do the same. Nothing that can show outside our uniforms.”

I narrow my eyes and cock my head. “Well, that’s not exactly an even trade now, is it?”

My uniform covers basically everything but my face, and she knows it. Her costumes, on the other hand, don’t leave me much to work with. In return, she shrugs. “I didn’t say it was fair, I said it was something you had to agree to. So do you or not? Because I’d really rather be taking your clothes off than leaning against this door. And you know you don’t want me standing like this for so long my fingers go numb.”

No, I do not. I know what she can do with those slim, dexterous fingers, and I don’t want those abilities compromised in any way. If I only get one lover for three weeks, then dammit she better be at her best.

I walk toward her until we’re nearly touching, raise a hand to grasp her neck, and hold her still, but she tuts at me. “Ah-ah. No touching until you’ve agreed to the conditions.”

There’s a growl in my throat, and I grind out my question. “Do I need to sign a contract or will a verbal agreement be good enough, Your Highness?”

“A verbal agreement will suffice. I’ve never known you to break your word. But—” Oh my god, will she get this over with? I can smell her, that satsuma smell mixed with the subtle musk of her arousal, because she wants me and is toying with me now. She’s a cat, I’m her mouse, and she can bat me around all she likes, but if she could get to the actual batting instead of having me pinned here by her evil paw, that’d be great. “If you’d rather have a pen and paper document, I’m sure I could have one drawn up.”

I bark a laugh, but it’s smothered by her finger over my mouth. “Also, I like that. Your Highness. For right now, that’s what you’ll call me.”

Christ. I’m pretty switchy—mostly I like to play, feel things, anything, and it doesn’t matter so much where on the spectrum I’m doing it from—but there aren’t many people I’d go that far down the subby line for. But for Maisy? Anything.

“Yes, Your Highness, I acquiesce to your demands.” My voice is a verbal curtsey, so pretty and polite it kills me.

“Very good,” she pronounces with an upward tip of her chin that makes her look downright regal. Then she’s grabbing me by my shirt and yanking me down to kiss, wrapping her booted calf around me to draw me in closer, closer until as much of me is touching her as humanly possible.

Maisy

Blaze calling me “Your Highness” made something inside me squeeze hot. As if I needed anything else to get my motor running. I want her so bad I’m practically vibrating with it, although she’s clutching me so hard, there’s no need to fear shaking apart.

It doesn’t take long for our kiss to go from a reacquaintance of our lips to a filthy-as-sin intimation of the sex we’re going to be having in short order. Hot, wet, desperate, and oh so delicious. She must’ve been chewing gum, or brushed her teeth before I got here, because there’s the subtle trace of mint on her tongue as I sweep mine against it. Not that I’d object if she tasted like herself, but I appreciate the gesture.

Blaze is . . . a lot to take in. She’s taller than I am, with her bright hair, broad shoulders, thick thighs, loud voice, and pushy attitude. I like her precisely the way she is, but it still takes me a minute to acclimate to all of her. Lucky for me, she likes it when I’m in control. It means she lets me anchor her against me with my leg wrapped around her so I can explore her with my hands, my mouth, and take her in one detail at a time, all the while plastering myself to her because I can’t stand not to touch her now that I’ve been granted permission.

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