[email log] Blizzard
The weather's getting colder and colder and Dinah is at her wits end. She's bored out of her mind and her room is freezing. Since being on the Island it had been nothing but tropical weather day in and day out so it wasn't like she'd thought to start stockpiling thermals. Even if the clothing box had decided to cooperate which she can't imagine it ever would. So, she's huddled alone in her bed, shivering and unbelievably grumpy about the whole thing. The most annoying part of all is that she knows Monet is in her own room, probably laying under a pile of mink coats or something and unless Dinah wants to freeze to death in the stupid treehouse she's gonna have to suck it up and go knock on M's door.
Throwing the blankets aside, she stands up with a muttered "shit" before putting on another layer and stomping over to the other woman's bedroom door. She stands there shivering for a long minute, teeth chattering, then takes a deep breath before knocking. Hard.
"Monet! I know you're in there. Open up. Please. I'm freezing my ass off out here."
Monet was curled up beneath a veritable mountain of blankets and (mostly torn) sheets. Buried beneath the covers dressed in a couple of layers of clothing and her fur coat from home, Monet was mentally glaring at the Island's unpredictability. She'd rather be a gormless twit for the day again then be stuck in a treehouse with... well Dinah, whose chattering teeth Monet swore could here all the way up in her room.
Monet turned her head at the loud banging and rolled her eyes. No doubt Dinah in want of something. Pushing the blankets, Monet padded over to the door. She wasn't enjoying the sudden dip in her body heat. It had better be damned important to get her out of bed.
Monet opened the door looking at Dinah shivering for a moment and paused to consider shutting the door in her face. Raising an eyebrow at Dinah, Monet leaned on the door and crossed her arms. She wasn't exactly hot in her fur coat but she wasn't cold either. "Did you want something?" Monet asked not for one second feeling sorry for the woman and if it weren't for the fact that she thought the temperature was likely going to drop again they would hardly be having even this conversation. "Some clothes perhaps?"
The second Monet opens the door, Dinah knows this was pretty much the worst idea ever. The smug look on the other woman's face is just asking for Dinah's fist, no matter how much better they've been getting along since...well, since the whole incident. She has to actually bite her tongue or risk getting the door slammed in her face and she knows she's gonna have to tone down her reactions if she wants Monet's help. This is just getting worse by the second.
"Yes, M. I do want something," she says finally, voice tight and her whole body shaking from the chill. "I want to not end up a frozen corpse. Let me in. Please?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Monet said pausing to consider her answer, the word "no" on the tip of her tongue before she grudgingly opened the door barely a foot more for Dinah to squeeze through. She wasn't going to make it easy for her and she'd definitely be teasing her about this later. The all mighty and powerful Dinah Lance needing her. "Shut the door behind you."
Monet shut the door to her well stocked wardrobe firmly before padding over to her bed and slipping beneath the sheets and blankets. "Sorry did you want something else? You did just ask if you could come inside." Monet said smugly as she burrowed back into the warm bed.
Dinah did as she was told, but mostly because she didn't want any more of the cold air to get in. Certainly not because M had ordered her to. Without a word, she walks over to the bed and and lifts up the covers to crawl in.
"Don't even start, Monet," she says, smiling at the feeling of warmth. "You know it'll be more comfortable for both of us if we share body heat. And we both know it's not like you have any problem with me touching you," she adds with a smirk.
Turning to face the other woman, she bats her eyelashes at her and put a bit of a pleading tone in her voice. "Come on, Monet. Just this once can you try and be nice? I won't tell if you don't."
Monet narrowed her eyes a little as Dinah lifted the covers and crawled into the bed. Monet could almost feel the cold coming off of Dinah's body. Would she have been different if it had been someone else to come to her bed? Perhaps, but it wasn't. It was Dinah who never knew when to shut her mouth.
"It's not you touching me that I have the problem with, it's you breathing and just generally existing that I have the problem with." Monet said dryly. Monet scowled at the added remark about Dinah touching her. They had both decided that they were never going to mention that and that had been fine with her. The idea now that the pair of them would have to share Monet's bed whilst the blizzard raged on did not fill her with glee. "No one would believe you even if you did tell. I'm never nice."
Monet did however allow for one concession and only because she was being nice. The concession was one warm hand slipping around Dinah's waist and pulling the cold woman up against her. Monet could be nice, she just didn't like being nice. Especially not to Dinah.
"You're such a charmer, Monet," she says as she lets the other woman pull her closer. The warmth of her body is almost too good after spending so many hours freezing all alone. "I don't know where you get your reputation from. Clearly people just haven't taken the time to break through your defenses. I should consider myself lucky that I'm getting to see the real you."
Dinah knows she's pushing her luck, but whatever. As much as they love beating the shit out of each other, and as much of an unrelenting bitch Monet can be, there's a part of her that likes their relationship. Their completely abusive and dysfunctional relationship. And she's pretty sure M does too. It's...comforting in a way. Or maybe Dinah's just delirious from the cold already. It's a bit hard to tell.
"You know," she adds with a bit of a wistful tone. "I did win you in the auction and I'm still not sure what I'm going to do with you. Maybe some cuddling could be a start."
"You want to cuddle?" Monet asked, turning her nose up and sneering a little at that. Their... relationship wasn't based on bunnies and cuddles but fighting and bitching. The idea of having Dinah that close and not hitting her or doing... something was just odd. Monet had, however, been won fair and square. Didn't mean she had to make it enjoyable for Dinah though. "Fine, I'm taking it out of the auction hours then. At least I won't have to spend more time with you after this."
Monet pulled Dinah hard against her as she wrapped her arms tightly around Dinah and pressed into her body. Pushing her leg between Dinah's, Monet pulled the blankets higher around them as she cuddled Dinah.
"Yes, damn it. I want to cuddle. I like to cuddle when it's freezing out. And don't go pretending you don't enjoy spending time with me because I know better. And I won you fair and square, so you'll cuddle if I say so." She hums in exaggerated delight when she feels Monet give in and hug her tightly, even if the leg does surprise her a bit. She knows it shouldn't, though. However much they can't stand each other, there's no doubt the sex was fantastic. So, she just smiles and let's Monet get away with it. The feel of the fur coat fabulous against the tiny amount of bare skin still exposed to the chill air.
"See how nice that is?" she asks in the most innocent tone she can muster. She can feel Monet's breath against the back of her neck and between that and the other woman's breasts pressed up against her...well, it's hard not to start thinking rather impure thoughts. Not that anyone could blame her under the circumstances. And Monet had started it with the whole leg thing. Dinah just isn't sure she should act on it. No matter how much more entertaining that would be than just lying there trying not to freeze.
"Oh, of course I like spending time with you. I look forward to every patrol with bated breath." Monet said dryly, scoffing lightly at the idea that she liked spending time with Dinah. She'd rather be alone right now as it was but practicality said that they should stay together. It wasn't like they could just go outside or ignore the other. Although Monet wished she really could ignore her. " Nice? Well. that's one word for it."
Monet pulled Dinah back against her as she pressed their bodies closer together. Shifting slightly, Monet pressed her face against the back of Dinah's neck an exhaled as she rubbed her cold nose against the warm skin. Pulling the blankets closer around her and tugging them slightly away from Dinah. Monet smiled childishly.
"See, you say it like you're being sarcastic, but I know it's the truth. You love me, Monet. You can't get enough of me. Probably because you love torturing yourself, but I'm not one to judge." Dinah smiles wide at her own childishness, but she can't help herself. M just brings it out in her, and truth be told, she does kind of enjoy it. Sick, but honest. The feel of M's breath makes her hair stand on end and it's almost as though all of her sense have narrowed down to the inhale and exhale on the back of her neck. The problem is, it feels a bit too good and it's incredibly disturbing.
So, when Monet pulls the blankets, Dinah flips over until they are facing each other. This time, it's her leg between M's and her arm draped over M's waist. She likes it a lot better that way. Especially the feel of the fur coat sliding against her skin. One thing she can say with absolute certainty is that the other woman certainly knows how to pamper herself.
"Mais oui, je t'aime." Monet said dryly with a smirk on her face. It was as far from the truth as you could get. Dinah thought she knew who she was but she didn't. Not even Terry or Jamie knew who the real Monet was. She hid herself far too well for that. "And loving you, well that would be torture. Even breathing you manage to torment those around you. I don't know how you've ever managed to hold down a relationship without someone trying to kill you."
Monet shifted, tensing slightly when Dinah pushed her leg between hers and draped an arm over her. Forcing herself to relax, Monet scoffed as Dinah snuggled and looked vaguely pleased with herself and the feel of her fur coat. "Enjoying yourself?"
Dinah rolls her eyes and huffs a dramatic sigh. "And you say I talk to much?"
She knows Monet is mostly bark and bluster, and she's pretty sure she understands why. The woman's emotional scars light up like neon. And Dinah is mostly willing to let her get away with it because...well, everyone needs to do what they have to do to protect themselves and she's more than passingly familiar with what trauma can do to a person. There are limits, though. And Monet has this amazing way of always pushing a mile passed them.
"You know what?" she asks as she moves her hand down to the top curve of Monet's ass. "I think we're going to kill each other out of sheer boredom if we don't find some other way to amuse ourselves."
And with that, she leans in and captures M's lips with her own.
"What you talk of is inconsequential and annoying but when I talk everyone listens." Monet said nudging her with her elbows when she rolls her eyes and sighs. It's getting colder and even beneath the fur she is starting to feel the bite of the cold on her cheeks. The temperature must have dropped again, really she needed to be more prepared in case of strange island events again.
Monet stiffened as Dinah's hand snuck down and moved over the top of her ass. Looking down at Dinah, judging the woman's actions silently, Monet forced herself to relax a little. "Really? And what would you suggest we do to alleviate our boredom because killing you actually sounds quite pl-" Monet's voice was cut off by Dinah's lips touching hers. Rolling her eyes at Dinah's predictable pattern of behaviour, Monet tightened her arms around Dinah and pulled her closer. Monet pulled back from the kiss looking at Dinah. "-pleasant. Hmmm. You're getting rather predictable Canary."
Monet rolled Dinah over onto her back, pulling the blankets with them before she kissed Dinah back properly.
Dinah sighs into the kiss, taking a few moments to just enjoy the feeling of Monet's warm body covering hers. Although she'd rather die than ever admit it, M could definitely kiss. When they finally need to come up for air, Dinah just shrugs and says, "I go with what works. But if you'd rather I punch you next time, just let me know. I'm happy to oblige."
Smiling, she runs her hands down Monet's back, cupping her ass again and encouraging the other woman to rub herself against Dinah's thigh. There isn't any particular rush this time, as Dinah is relatively sure this isn't going to turn into a fist fight. So she takes her time with it. Licking her way up M's neck to nibble on her earlobe. Neither of them would ever have allowed tenderness or affection to enter into it, but Dinah doesn't think that means they can't enjoy themselves.
"Plus," she adds. "I'm feeling warmer already. Aren't you?"
"We'll see if you can even get a punch in, I have the intellect of a genius. I learn very quickly," Monet said dismissively. She knew how hard Dinah fought but she fought harder and she trained harder. She had to be stronger, she couldn't be defeated again and next time they fought Dinah would probably struggle to get the upper hand. Or at least that was what she chose to believe for now.
Monet shifted herself against Dinah's leg, stretching and leaning against the woman as she pinned her to the bed. Closing her eyes as Dinah licked up her neck, Monet's breath caught in her throat as she enjoyed the simple thrill of Dinah's attention. Opening her eyes Monet smirked and ran a hand along Dinah's thigh and traced upwards as she bent down to kiss her again.
"There are certain benefits to sharing a bed. Warmth is just one of them," Monet said pressing her own leg further between Dinah's.
Dinah rolls her eyes as Monet's bravado, but doesn't stop kissing her. She's more than used to M's usual crap by now and, truth be told, she almost enjoys it. Almost. Or, at least she does in the moments when she doesn't want to throttle her. The feel of the other woman's hard thigh moving just right is enough to make Dinah's eye roll back, but she isn't going to let Monet control this encounter. Where would be the fun in that?
Instead, she grabs Monet's wrists and quickly flips them so that M is on her back. Dinah isn't trying to turn it into a fight, she merely wants leverage. So, she smiles broadly and leans down to kiss Monet hard and filthy.
"I can think of somewhere even warmer I'd like to be," she says with a distinctly naughty gleam in her eye. Letting go of M's wrists, she starts licking her way down the other woman's neck and chest. Paying ample attention to her beautiful breasts, before ducking under the covers completely.