Winter's Kiss
prompt by @lesbianwriter
“Oh, you feel so nice.” Hero collapsed into Villain’s arms.
Villain widened her eyes at the abrupt contact. What was she supposed to do? Drop Hero? Hold Hero? Kill Hero?
Hero sighed softly. “Your ice powers are so annoying in the winter, but you’re the human equivalent of sticking my face in the freezer.”
“…thanks?”
Villain froze, no pun intended, beneath Hero's weight against her. The warmth radiating from him in contrast to her frosty touch was comforting, if not a little disarming.
Villain couldn't remember the last time she'd been held. Partners and strangers alike jerked away at the bite of her icy skin.
"If you're trying to convince me not to kill you," Villain murmured, "I'm not sure that cuddling me like some kicked puppy is going to help you."
"Ah c'mon," Hero said. "What's the harm in sharing for just a minute?"
There was a pout in his voice that made Villain want to punch him in the mouth. Or kiss him. Definitely one of the two.
"Ah yes, criminals are renowned for their generous tendency to share," Villain deadpanned.
Hero tucked his face more snugly against her neck, and Villain's breath hitched. Her hands fell against his shirt, frost jumping to her palms. Ready to spear him with an icicle if she had to.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"It's a hundred degrees, Villain," Hero groaned, "couldn't we pick somewhere, y'know, air-conditioned to fight instead?"
"Is that what we're doing? Fighting?"
She felt Hero smile against her neck, pulling away enough to look at her. His hair was slick with sweat, face pink and puffy. Somehow, it complimented him.
Stupid, beautiful idiot.
"We could call off the whole fighting thing just this once, rain check for a day when the sun isn't, like, actively trying to kill us."
Villain cocked a smile of her own and pressed her fingers to the Hero's chest, sending a sharp enough chill through him to jolt him upright. "I believe actively trying to kill you is my job, sunshine."
"Ow." Hero rubbed his chest where frost now clung to the fabric in a thick crust. He looked offended. "Not in a negotiating mood?"
Villain stepped closer with the flash of a pearly smile. "Alright, sunshine, state your terms. I'm listening."
Hero was too busy fanning himself with the overdramatic flail of his hands to properly register the threat of her.
"What if... uh.... Jeez, it's hotter than swimming in a pool of lava on a summer day in hell," Here whined.
Villain blinked and let out a huff. "You are truly embarrassing, Hero."
She placed her hands on Hero's shoulders, coaxing some of her cold to ease its way through his bones. She could track the chill as it spread following Hero's relieved sigh and shivers.
Their eyes met.
"My, um...my face is pretty hot too," Hero said, looking suddenly...shy, of all things.
Villain rolled her eyes, but a familiar warmth twitched in her stomach under his affectionate gaze. She lifted an icy hand to press against his cheek, then the other.
Hero leaned in against her palms, his hands curling against the fabric at the waist of her costume and gently pulling her flush.
"My...My lips are still hot," Hero croaked, glancing down at the villain's mouth.
That startled an amused laugh out of her.
"Oh, sunshine. If you want to kiss me..," her own eyes darted to the contours of that pretty, pretty smile. "All you need to do is ask."
Hero swayed forward a beat, but Villain's grip cradling his jaw tightened, enough for her nails to bite in slightly. "Go on, then."
"Go...on?"
Villain smiled and wet her lips, leaning close enough to feel his soft breath against her cheek again. "Ask me."
Hero paused.
"And do be a gentleman about it."
Hero swallowed and Villain watched it bobble against his throat. He raised one hand to brush Villain's icy blonde hair away from her eyes..
He cleared his throat, though it did nothing to smooth out the nervous rasps in his voice. "Kiss me? I mean, I'd like to kiss you. Please."
Villain hummed.
"I suppose that'll do."
Her lips pressed against his, no doubt frigid and biting against the sensitive skin. Hero didn't flinch away, his hand tightening at her waist as he fell into the rhythm of the kiss.
Villain, for lack of a better word, melted.
When they parted, breathless, Hero's lips tinged blue.
Villain opened her mouth to speak; to quip something scathing, or perhaps to apologize for afflicting that perfect pink flesh that framed his gorgeous smile.
Instead, Hero pulled her in for another.
The warmth that spread through her, for the first time, was delightful.
Part 2
Barely edited this and just whipped it up in an hour or so, but I felt like writing something tonight! Let me know if you like this one :)
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Commitment: A Post By An Anxious Lesbian
I've always been very skittish about receiving gifts from friends and partners. I don't really know why. Maybe because they always seem to mean so much more in my head. For example: rings and necklaces. My gf and I of almost 6 months, have promise rings and initial necklaces. And they scare the hell out of me. Not because I don't like them or I don't love my partner, but because of what they represent: commitment.
I think of that chandler quote
I also have commitment issues. That doesn't mean that I cheat or anything, it means that I don't believe I'm worthy of a long, loving, healthy relationship. This is by far the longest ✨️healthy✨️ relationship I've been in. I'm scared that because things are so good and full of love, light and communication, that it has to end soon. The other shoe will drop. A fist will plunge into my heart. My walls will come down so much so that when they see an opening, my partner will strike and pull out an armada of secret weapons and hit me when I'm vulnerable. Now my walls come with steel, fury, rage, flame, and so many guards and dragons that no one can get in unless I personally lower my walls.
I love my partner and I love our relationship and our talks and dreams of the future. I know I'm safe, I know they wouldn't do anything to hurt me. But my traumatized brain doesn't believe that. This is why I don't post about them a lot or even wear my ring. I'm scared of what that says. I'm scared to fully commit myself to someone again. I don't want to get hurt again.
Some adorable chandler and monica gifs that make me think of my gf and me(yes I am chandler and they are monica)
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