Title: Frigid Euphoria
Chapter Four Summary: He was home and she is merely welcoming him back.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing
The two of them were staring at each other, a sense of inevitable growing. Of being unable to escape, and both knowing they didn't want to. It had been far too long…too long since they've been alone or even spoken to each other.
She missed him and he missed her.
Suddenly, his large, cold hands were cupping her face, drawing her to him. Sesel went willingly, pressing herself against him even as his mouth claimed hers. The kiss was hot, insistent, erotic. His mouth was firm and tender, better than she remembered and she had thought she had remembered it all. Her arms went around him as she held on.
Pressing their bodies together, their tongues tangled in rediscovered yearning. He tasted of the heavy snow that plagued his lands and of himself—flavors that were impossible to resist let alone ignore. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, leaned into him, wishing she could crawl inside and give in to his request of becoming one with him.
He dropped his hands to her hips, his fingertips lightly touching the curve of her bottom. Without thinking, she pushed her hips towards him in an age-old invitation that made them both breathe out a sigh of want and relief as they eventually made their way upstairs to finish what they've started.
He was home.