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Bloom sees Icy now, all these years later, and can’t help but remember the time the woman left her encased in ice.
She’s much stronger now, of course; having evolved past her full fledged form, beyond what was once thought the limit to a fairy’s ability, possessing the Dragon Flame and having mastered how to wield it.
And yet, the thought, even at her adult age…
Fingernails on her throat, dragging down, marks she couldn’t cover—
Bloom looks up. There’s a grin on Icy’s face, one that Bloom has seen before; all teeth, the corners of her lips curled up unevenly.
“Shaking like a leaf,” Bloom hears her say. She watches as Icy approaches, one foot in front of the other, her hips rocking back and forth, and Bloom brings her head back up and finds a hand on her jaw, twisting her head to the side.
Icy pushes her into the wall with one hand. She uses the other to conjure ice, to freeze Bloom in place by the chest.
Bloom lets her, is the thing.
She lets the woman push her back and freeze her once more; she lets Icy pull her by the hair, tilt her head, capture her into an open-mouthed kiss; she lets Icy do all of this within the walls of the home she shares with her friends. At least one of them will be back soon, she knows, their visits home won’t last forever and one of them will walk in on this. They’ll see Icy and remember all those years ago, the times Icy had almost killed Bloom, and they will do the natural thing and retaliate.
Bloom runs hot but the ice is unyielding and there’s only so much her flame can do without her manipulation.
Icy pushes her tongue into Bloom’s mouth, and she feels a hand snake between her legs, which tremble and waver— from cold alone, or the memories of many people, all different but colliding into the pale, jagged woman in front of her— and by the time Icy slips that hand under her skirt she’s already rocking her hips forward.
“That’s more like it,” Icy whispers against her mouth. It’s getting harder to think clearly, from the cold ice. She breathes out into the short distance between her and Icy and feels her jaw tremble, teeth chattering.
Icy toys with her clit, pushes and pinches with her fingers, and Bloom lets her, still, even though she could end this so easily by now. She’s not the fumbling teenager she was when she and Icy first met, when Icy tried to steal her power. She could end this with the flick of her wrist, she’s confident.
Fingernails on her throat, dragging down, marks she couldn’t cover—
She moves her hips into Icy, gasps at the way the woman pushes a skinny finger inside her, and it’s so shock cold she feels it from the inside like cold water down her throat.
“There you go— That’s it—” Bloom hears, and her legs shake and spasm, and Icy fucks her through her orgasm enough for it to hurt.
She feels the pressure against her chest vanish, and suddenly, it takes all of her strength to stay standing.
Bloom opens her eyes. She doesn’t remember closing them.
Icy watches her. She looks at Bloom, sated, eyes scanning Bloom’s figure head to toe.
“Next time,” Icy begins, “I don’t do all the work.” The woman smiles. It’s not soft, but it’s not wholly malicious, either.
Bloom meets her gaze and nods.
