WC Fic: Fire and Ice
Title: Fire and Ice
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Elizabeth/Peter
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Temperature play, PWP
Word Count: 900
Summary: Fuck him, but she loved it.
A/N: This is my fill for run-the-con Summer Porn Round. sinfulslasher tagged me with the prompt, “hot and cold” and this was all I could come up with, because I lack imagination. I don’t even know if this works - I tried, OK?
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Fuck him,> she thought.
“Fuck you!” she said.
But she loved every minute of it.
The ice cube that was settled between her breasts had sat there so long its melting sent long, thin rivulets of water flowing up along her chest to flow past her neck to soak into her hair. She didn’t dare dislodge it. Not that she wanted to.
The spot where the ice cube sat was so cold it burned now, had gone from shockingly cold to numb to burning her in an almost lazy progression. Neal hovered above her and watched, ever patient, maddeningly so.
“Fuck you,” she purred and he laughed. He bent forward, sucked the bit of ice off her skin and tipped the lit candle he held over the spot briefly so that a large, fat drop of melted wax landed in the dead center of the frozen numbness.
Elizabeth gasped, fighting against flinching in any way but unable to, her hands pulling at the restraints that bound them to the bedposts involuntarily.
“Feisty,” Peter commented from where he sat in the chair at her vanity, lazily stroking his cock where it protruded from his open fly.
“Fuck you too,” she said, craning her neck so she could look at him. Then she hissed as Neal took another ice cube from the bowl beside the candle and pressed it to her throbbing clit. She was marginally proud of herself that she did not flinch, though it took every ounce of control she possessed not to. He pressed the ice against her, alternating pressure from it and his cold fingers. She’d say he was getting her hot except, of course, it was just the opposite. Her body reacted the same way, though.
The ice was just beginning to burn. “Neal,” she moaned.
“Hmm?” His blue eyes met hers, the question unspoken but there: did she want him to stop?
She shook her head and held her breath, steeling herself to endure it because she knew she could. A movement out of the corner of her eye made her turn her head. Peter was there - when had he left? He held something - a steaming mug. The aroma wafted to her nostrils - chamomile tea.
Neal drank, twice. Then his mouth replaced the ice and she bucked up off the bed as his impossibly hot tongue touched her, the temperature differential shocking even though she knew it would happen. He held her down with a hand on her hip as he pressed his mouth closer, his tongue like a live thing, teasing, pressing, lapping, his lips sucking and kissing. She moaned, she couldn’t help it, then bit her lip, but it wasn’t enough to still her whimpers. She closed her eyes - she was so close, could feel the pressure building at the base of her spine. She wondered if he’d let her come now, or if he’d leave her wanting for a little while longer. Then she heard the sound of ice water clinking against the sides of a glass pitcher and she opened her eyes.
Peter held the pitcher out to Neal and she knew what was inside it - had put the dildo in the freezer earlier that day herself - but the prospect was still a surprise. Her eyes widened - in anticipation or dread, she wasn’t sure.
The press of the frozen glass of the dildo against her made her gasp, made her clench up. Neal paused, pulling it away, waiting for her to signal readiness again. In this, as in all things, she knew he would be patient with her. She nodded and he inserted half of its length in one stroke. The cold of it was almost bracing, until it was not. He slid it in further, began to ease it in and out of her, and she began to shiver. It took longer than she’d have thought for the cold of it to make her numb, and she almost didn’t notice when he’d removed it.
She noticed when he replaced it with his dick.
The change in temperature this time was literally dizzying, she forgot to breathe, and her vision began to white out. He leaned over her, hands on her face, kissing her; it soon passed, and then she realized he’d released her hands at some point she hadn’t been aware of. She brought her arms down to her sides, bracing herself as she rolled her hips up, encouraging him, and soon he was fucking into her with abandon, his body warming hers from the inside. She came not long after, her body tensing around his. He leaned in over her, pulled her arms around his neck and held her as he shuddered through his own climax.
As she lay beside him on the bed, boneless and spent in his arms, Peter wandered over to sit beside them. She reached for him, for the dick that still protruded from his pants, but he shook his head and then she noticed the cum splattering his shirt cuffs and lay back. He caressed the side of her face and Neal's in turn; El heard Neal practically purr behind her. Then Peter undressed and got into the bed with them.
As he pulled her and Neal towards him, El allowed one final shiver to shake her body, but it had nothing to do with the ice and everything to do with feeling complete.
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Thank you for your time.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Elizabeth/Peter
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Temperature play, PWP
Word Count: 900
Summary: Fuck him, but she loved it.
A/N: This is my fill for run-the-con Summer Porn Round. sinfulslasher tagged me with the prompt, “hot and cold” and this was all I could come up with, because I lack imagination. I don’t even know if this works - I tried, OK?
----
Fuck him,> she thought.
“Fuck you!” she said.
But she loved every minute of it.
The ice cube that was settled between her breasts had sat there so long its melting sent long, thin rivulets of water flowing up along her chest to flow past her neck to soak into her hair. She didn’t dare dislodge it. Not that she wanted to.
The spot where the ice cube sat was so cold it burned now, had gone from shockingly cold to numb to burning her in an almost lazy progression. Neal hovered above her and watched, ever patient, maddeningly so.
“Fuck you,” she purred and he laughed. He bent forward, sucked the bit of ice off her skin and tipped the lit candle he held over the spot briefly so that a large, fat drop of melted wax landed in the dead center of the frozen numbness.
Elizabeth gasped, fighting against flinching in any way but unable to, her hands pulling at the restraints that bound them to the bedposts involuntarily.
“Feisty,” Peter commented from where he sat in the chair at her vanity, lazily stroking his cock where it protruded from his open fly.
“Fuck you too,” she said, craning her neck so she could look at him. Then she hissed as Neal took another ice cube from the bowl beside the candle and pressed it to her throbbing clit. She was marginally proud of herself that she did not flinch, though it took every ounce of control she possessed not to. He pressed the ice against her, alternating pressure from it and his cold fingers. She’d say he was getting her hot except, of course, it was just the opposite. Her body reacted the same way, though.
The ice was just beginning to burn. “Neal,” she moaned.
“Hmm?” His blue eyes met hers, the question unspoken but there: did she want him to stop?
She shook her head and held her breath, steeling herself to endure it because she knew she could. A movement out of the corner of her eye made her turn her head. Peter was there - when had he left? He held something - a steaming mug. The aroma wafted to her nostrils - chamomile tea.
Neal drank, twice. Then his mouth replaced the ice and she bucked up off the bed as his impossibly hot tongue touched her, the temperature differential shocking even though she knew it would happen. He held her down with a hand on her hip as he pressed his mouth closer, his tongue like a live thing, teasing, pressing, lapping, his lips sucking and kissing. She moaned, she couldn’t help it, then bit her lip, but it wasn’t enough to still her whimpers. She closed her eyes - she was so close, could feel the pressure building at the base of her spine. She wondered if he’d let her come now, or if he’d leave her wanting for a little while longer. Then she heard the sound of ice water clinking against the sides of a glass pitcher and she opened her eyes.
Peter held the pitcher out to Neal and she knew what was inside it - had put the dildo in the freezer earlier that day herself - but the prospect was still a surprise. Her eyes widened - in anticipation or dread, she wasn’t sure.
The press of the frozen glass of the dildo against her made her gasp, made her clench up. Neal paused, pulling it away, waiting for her to signal readiness again. In this, as in all things, she knew he would be patient with her. She nodded and he inserted half of its length in one stroke. The cold of it was almost bracing, until it was not. He slid it in further, began to ease it in and out of her, and she began to shiver. It took longer than she’d have thought for the cold of it to make her numb, and she almost didn’t notice when he’d removed it.
She noticed when he replaced it with his dick.
The change in temperature this time was literally dizzying, she forgot to breathe, and her vision began to white out. He leaned over her, hands on her face, kissing her; it soon passed, and then she realized he’d released her hands at some point she hadn’t been aware of. She brought her arms down to her sides, bracing herself as she rolled her hips up, encouraging him, and soon he was fucking into her with abandon, his body warming hers from the inside. She came not long after, her body tensing around his. He leaned in over her, pulled her arms around his neck and held her as he shuddered through his own climax.
As she lay beside him on the bed, boneless and spent in his arms, Peter wandered over to sit beside them. She reached for him, for the dick that still protruded from his pants, but he shook his head and then she noticed the cum splattering his shirt cuffs and lay back. He caressed the side of her face and Neal's in turn; El heard Neal practically purr behind her. Then Peter undressed and got into the bed with them.
As he pulled her and Neal towards him, El allowed one final shiver to shake her body, but it had nothing to do with the ice and everything to do with feeling complete.
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Thank you for your time.