Seasons Come, Seasons Go
- Summertime -

...and the living is easy.

The sun streamed through the window, even this last in the afternoon the heat was still unbearable. The heat wave that had gripped the city for the past two weeks still showed no sign of relenting. The only good thing about it was the considerably less amount of clothing that went with the oppressive heat.

"It's melting on me." The sleepy voice that accompanied the naked body underneath him drew his attention to the spoon of quickly melting ice cream, which was hovering between the tub and his mouth. He chuckled as he place the spoon back in the tub and leant down, running his tongue over the offending drip of melted ice cream, earning himself a contented sigh as he removed the sticky substance off the hollow of her back. He ran his tongue up her spine, not wanting to relinquish the hold her had over her just yet, making her wriggle closer to him. She flipped herself over and pulled his face down to meet hers. She ran her tongue over his lips.

"Vanilla...I thought I told you to get chocolate." He chuckled again and returned to the ice cream. "Urgh...I am so hot, why can't it cool down?" She complained. He grinned down at her, a plan formulating in his mind. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"What are you plotting?" She questioned, the suspicion clear in her voice, "that look worries me."

"What look?" He asked as he slipped off the bed and waked towards the bedroom door, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"That look," She said, "where are you going?" She asked, his answer was a suggestive raise of his eyebrows and a wink.

Her questioning calls followed him down the stairs and he grinned to himself as he ignored them. When he returned to her bedroom, she was wrapped in the sheet, sitting crossed legged in the middle of the bed, arms crossed and glaring at him.

"What have you done?" She accused.

"Nothing...yet." He answered, turning away as she leant to the side trying to see what he held behind his back. She didn't need to try because he bought it out with a flourish.

"Ta-da." On his face was a very pleased grin and in his hands was her ice bucket and if the condensation running down the sides was anything to go by, it was filled with ice.

"And what, pray tell, do you propose we do with that?" She asked, cocking her head to one side, her face trying to glare but the amusement in her eyes giving her away. He placed the bucket on the bedside table and dropped the towel from around his waist. Crawling back onto the bed, he pushed her shoulders gently until she was lying down, his body covering but not quite touching hers. He lowered his mouth to her neck, her sharp intake of breath telling him that she hadn't seen him place the ice cube into his mouth. Her fingers instinctively wound into his hair. She let go as he moved lower, running the ice cube over her nipples, feeling them pebble against his mouth, loving the way her body arched against his.

He reached into the ice bucket and pulled out another ice cube, this time using his hands to run it over her stomach, wanting to watch her lower lip catch in her teeth, wanting to watch the way the water ran over her skin, the goose bumps that followed the path the ice cube took, the shivers that ran through her body as he blew on the trails of ice water.

He grabbed another ice cube, running it down the length of her leg and back up again, licking at the water that ran between her thighs. He traced patterns on her stomach, his mouth following the ice, blowing on the rapidly cooling skin.

He plunged his hand into the ice bucket, soaking it in ice water. He ran it down the outside of her leg, pulling under her knee to gain access to the smooth skin of her inner thighs, smirking down at her gasp as his cold fingers slipped into her, loving the way her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin almost painfully.

As he removed his hand and silenced her moan with a kiss, positioning himself on top of her, loving the way she instinctively wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her, he knew he was well and truly lost, lost in the way she breathed his name, the way her body felt moving under his, but it was all to easy to get lost, she made it all to easy. Truth be told, as he felt her muscles clench around him and he breathed her name in release, he wasn't even sure he wanted to be found.