Fire and Ice IV (/Dysfunctional)
Title: Fire and Ice IV
Characters/Pairings: Caroline/Ditzy
Rating: R
Word Count: 355
Summary: Caroline wants to go to the theatre, Ditzy has other plans. Set in my Season2, Dysfunctional series (between ep1 and 2) in the no Love, No Glory story arc.
Note: numbers indicate the order in which the Fire&Ice fics have been written, not the order in which they appear in the series
Fire and Ice IV
She’s going to have to be very persuasive, Caroline can tell as soon as she enters the flat and is greeted by Ditzy in nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist. The air is heavy with the delicious smell of roast chicken, giving her, she decides, a pretty damn good excuse for sudden hunger and why her scowl is only half-hearted as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“You’re not even dressed!”
“I am, actually, overdressed,” Ditzy says with a peck on her lips and a suggestive glow in his eyes. “I got the day off tomorrow,” he adds as if that’s explanation enough. He places a teasing kiss just under her jaw, where she’s particularly ticklish and chuckles at the sudden squeaky sound she lets out.
“No emergencies.”
He scrapes his teeth over her earlobe, making her sigh with pleasure.
“No sudden phone calls.”
The evening roughness of his cheek on her skin sends shivers down her spine.
“No interruptions.”
The first brush of lips on lips is tentative but in the flash of a second turns into ravishing need and Caroline finds herself pressed up against the wall. The hard contours of Ditzy’s body still warm and wet in places from the shower makes desire flare in her veins and she wraps her arms around his strong shoulders.
“What about the tickets?” she asks breathlessly.
“Screw the theatre,” Ditzy groans, pushing harder against her, letting her feel just how serious he is.
“What’s wrong with the theatre?” Caroline cries out in half-hearted, slightly distracted outrage.
“Nothing,” he shrugs. “But if it’s a choice between spending the night crammed in a tux and spending the night inside you…”
His hand sneaks between Caroline’s legs, pressing ever so slightly against her, feeling her heat through her trousers.
“Good point.”
She gasps in pleasure, forgetting any arguments she might have had and doesn’t even notice the smug look on Ditzy’s face when their lips crash together again in urgent desire. Her phone starts ringing just as Ditzy’s towel falls soundlessly on the floor but by then she’s too far gone to really care.
Characters/Pairings: Caroline/Ditzy
Rating: R
Word Count: 355
Summary: Caroline wants to go to the theatre, Ditzy has other plans. Set in my Season2, Dysfunctional series (between ep1 and 2) in the no Love, No Glory story arc.
Note: numbers indicate the order in which the Fire&Ice fics have been written, not the order in which they appear in the series
Fire and Ice IV
She’s going to have to be very persuasive, Caroline can tell as soon as she enters the flat and is greeted by Ditzy in nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist. The air is heavy with the delicious smell of roast chicken, giving her, she decides, a pretty damn good excuse for sudden hunger and why her scowl is only half-hearted as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“You’re not even dressed!”
“I am, actually, overdressed,” Ditzy says with a peck on her lips and a suggestive glow in his eyes. “I got the day off tomorrow,” he adds as if that’s explanation enough. He places a teasing kiss just under her jaw, where she’s particularly ticklish and chuckles at the sudden squeaky sound she lets out.
“No emergencies.”
He scrapes his teeth over her earlobe, making her sigh with pleasure.
“No sudden phone calls.”
The evening roughness of his cheek on her skin sends shivers down her spine.
“No interruptions.”
The first brush of lips on lips is tentative but in the flash of a second turns into ravishing need and Caroline finds herself pressed up against the wall. The hard contours of Ditzy’s body still warm and wet in places from the shower makes desire flare in her veins and she wraps her arms around his strong shoulders.
“What about the tickets?” she asks breathlessly.
“Screw the theatre,” Ditzy groans, pushing harder against her, letting her feel just how serious he is.
“What’s wrong with the theatre?” Caroline cries out in half-hearted, slightly distracted outrage.
“Nothing,” he shrugs. “But if it’s a choice between spending the night crammed in a tux and spending the night inside you…”
His hand sneaks between Caroline’s legs, pressing ever so slightly against her, feeling her heat through her trousers.
“Good point.”
She gasps in pleasure, forgetting any arguments she might have had and doesn’t even notice the smug look on Ditzy’s face when their lips crash together again in urgent desire. Her phone starts ringing just as Ditzy’s towel falls soundlessly on the floor but by then she’s too far gone to really care.