bound by ice [solo]

Snow whistles past outside the house, a tree branch rattling against the window, reminding me that he's stuck here all night. Is he happy about that? He must be, considering the position he's got himself in now. I just hope that it's not a repeat, a broken record player scratching the same spot over and over and over again. Because it's all too easy to imagine that he is. That I'm a repeat.

But then his fingers are on my back, and I manage to forget why I'm worried. It feels like teeny tiny icicles, but not the ones that freeze and make your skin go numb. It gives me goosebumps, a little prickle that goes up my spine and I decide I like it. His fingers are in my hair and he's looking at me, and I almost think maybe I could read him this time if I tried. But for some reason I can't focus enough to do that.

All I really notice is that he's moved closer, and I smell his breath and feel it against my skin, and then he caves first and suddenly he's kissing me and I close my eyes and forget where I am. My hands move automatically, behind his neck and fingers lacing through his hair, and it just feels right.

He pulls back and I immediately want to lean forward, I want to kiss him again, I want to feel his lips against mine, but I force myself to hold still.

"Is this what you had in mind?"

A smile teases the corner of my lips and I lean down again, gaze flickering between his eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me, Fray."