Fire and Ice
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One moment she's peering over shelves at various dusty tomes, seemingly alone in her corner of the world, the next she's frozen in place. She senses another dark presence behind her; she wants to turn around, but she can't. He is the only person that affects her like this. He is the ice that freezes her, she who is usually so full of aggressive fire. Whycantimove?
His long pianist fingers comb through her smooth hair, teases it, and she feels his cold breath on her neck. She tries to shudder away from him but he moves his free hand to her petite waist and she is trapped. Letgoletgojustleavemealone.
Such a pretty little thing, he whispers into one ear, then moves to the other, nipping it with his teeth, Pity you're a Blood-traitor… He says it scornfully and she hates him for it. Hates him for always finding her and playing with her mind like this. Hates herself for letting him, for not being able to get away. Ihateyouihateyouihateyou.
It's a strange game they play: pretending the other doesn't exist, except the moments when he finds her alone and can toss her heart around like a plaything. He knows she won't resist—she never does. Nor will she tell anyone what he does to her. She is too afraid. She's been this way ever since Tom. She knows she acts like she is bold and brave and fearless and confident, and much of the time even feels like it is true, but the old fear is always lingering, ready to snap at her when she least expects it. Itsnapslikeasnake.
Once he is done caressing her from behind, he turns her around by slim shoulders to face him. She is pinioned against the shelf, books digging into her back. He stands there, like some fallen angel, with the golden candlelight haloing his beautiful blonde head. A smirk, ever present, adorns his face and she despises him even more. They have a staring contest, and the flame still fighting in her eyes is instantly overpowered and frozen by the icy depth of his, and she must look away. Coldgrayeyesboringintomine.
He then moves in to kiss her. She makes a weak attempt to deny him, but he is taller and stronger and drunk with desire; her brief retaliation only invigorates him more. It is not a sweet kiss he bestows; it is not a kiss full of love. It is entirely lustful and she wishes he would stop the bruising pressure upon her lips. She always expects heat to come with his fierce kisses, but is always surprised with the chill that arrives when he touches her. Everythingaboutyouiscold.
He emerges from his kisses after a time, and finally allows her peace. Until next time, Ginevra. Just a last quick glance of his ever-cold eyes, and he is gone. Only then can the ice that captivates her heart and body thaw. Her eyes are burning once again. This time, she vows, is the last. Just as she did the time before this and the time before that and the time before… GoodbyeforeverDraco.
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