This is my first attempt at femmeslash, so please, give me feedback.
Victoire is ice. Cold, hardened, glances and icy blue eyes that freeze the core. She kills the boys with frostbite, she leaves them hanging on by one brittle, frozen thread. Her lips are cold, frozen insults on the tip of her tongue and her throat freezing over with words unsaid and bated breath. Her skin is like fresh snow, her eyes, icicles, boring into you like frozen daggers, and her hair is the fresh winter sun. She is silent, like the snowflakes, wanting to tell the world.
(If only, if only.)
Lily is fire. Curls, untamedly bouncing and curling and twisting like wily flames. Her skin seems to glow with warmth, her lips a sweet ruby red (and oh-so kissable- Victoire would know) of the beautiful fire that she watches. She is dangerous- playing with fire, toying with it is always dangerous and you're no exception, are you, lilyflame? Her deep brown eyes glow with warmth, her breath hot and pleasurable against Victoire's. She wants to tell the world, scream it out, watch the flame of passion never have to hide, but she can't and she won't.
(If only, if only)
They're fire and ice, so dangerous, so beautiful, complete opposites. Eight year difference, the fact they're both girls and the oppossite thing is why people never bothered to look, never looked and saw Lily giving Victoire little notes, Victoire giving Lily a secret, loving, smile.
Teddy never had to pick, they picked each other.
Victoire had ice barriers around her heart, the frozen cold of a winter's night, and Lily came, like a raging fire, and melted it all away.
(Watch out Lilyflame, before you slip and fall and break your heart- oops, you already did.)
At first she doesn't tell Victoire. She doesn't tell her of the dreams, pleasure so good, it takes her breath away, and it's always herherher. Hair, lips, tongue, she's caught Lily in her frozen trap.
She pulls Victoire into heer room, closes the door and springs.
Victoire tastes good, right, wonderful.
All she can think is this is wrongwrongwrong and this is so rightrightright.
They meet up, more and more and more. Finally after twowholemonths, Victoire springs apart with wide eyes.
"This is wrong. I'm a girl- and you are, too! And there's that eight year difference and Sweet Merlin, Lily, you're my cousin!"
"Vic? Victoire? Victoire!" She shouts, near tears, but no one hears her- Victoire's gonegonegone and the Muffliato's still up.
Lilyflame, darling, aren't you aware? You melted Victoire's icy barrier, but left behind the water.
Now all that's left of fireandice is ashesandpuddles.