Fire and Ice

He was Fire and I was Ice. We were opposites in every way. We were different in all ways but one. We both craved the forbidden. We both wanted what we couldn't have.

I was pale where he was dark. I had frost where he had sparks. And each time he came near me,I.....melted.

What is this need? I knew the danger. I knew what happened to ice when it came near fire,and yet....he drew me in,like a moth to flickering flame. I was Icarus flying too close to the sun,unable to heed the warning signs,even though I knew how this story would end. And he.....he was exactly the same.

Fire cannot survive water. We would both destroy each other in this foolishness,but oh,the burn of his proximity. That strange feeling of my smooth,pale,brittle skin growing softer and gleaming brighter. That feeling of my body becoming heavy and willing for him.

We couldn't touch,not without causing each other irreparable damage,but we couldn't stay away. My eyes craved the flames in his.

I wanted to taste him. Bathe in his warmth and roll around in his fire until I could understand for once in my life,a feeling other than chill and cold and frost and ice. I wanted the taste of embers on my tongue and a wildfire raging inside my belly. I wanted,no, I needed him.

My body grew to a heightened sensitivity,each time he came close. I could feel him at my back now, his steady warmth and smoldering eyes. He was careful not to touch me as he bent to place his face near my neck. He didn't say a word,but he didn't need to. The air was charged with enough lust and want to power a hurricane. I heard a shift in his breathing as he inhaled,his breath stirring the tendrils of hair curled at the nape of my neck. His nearness was enough to make them damp. My own breathing quickened in response as the air became filled with his scent. Ozone and ash,woodsmoke and burning leaves. He only needed to be close to start a war within me. My body against my mind,with my body determined to rush headlong into destruction,while my mind attempted desperately to hold fast to my rapidly evaporating common sense and caution. It was true,I thought,wildly. I had a death wish.

He placed his arms,one on each side of me,against the wall,caging me in. I shuddered at the sensation of being surrounded by him. The air warmed a few degrees more. I could see my breaths forming clouds in front of me. A drop of water slithered down my neck to pool at the base of my spine.

He opened his mouth,and I tensed,waiting for him to speak. But he didn't. He breathed out against my neck,at that sensitive place where my neck met my shoulder,and I cried out. His breath,scorching hot,felt like it travelled all the way to the top of my head to the tips of my toes.....and every place in between. The ice inside my veins throbbed,and my entire body thrilled. I felt a bone deep pleasure at the sensation of heat,so forbidden and beautiful and suddenly,my knees weak,I collapsed against the wall,catching myself just in time. I turned around and gasped. His chest was heaving and I could see the flames more clearly than ever in his eyes. His pupils were an inferno of red,orange,yellow,white-and at the centres,a pure incandescent blue. Flames licked up his arms and climbed into his hair,nuzzling against his scalp. They crackled and spat,and I trembled,hearing a rising note of dark need in their tone. He was trembling too,I noticed, distantly, as I fought against my body's urge to throw myself into his arms and press my mouth against his. His fists were clenched hard,as if he was afraid he'd reach out and grab me otherwise. 

He raised one trembling hand,as if to touch my face,then abruptly dropped it as his expression went hard. He swung around and left the room,the door crashing violently closed behind him. 

My legs finally gave out,and I slid down the wall,sitting with my arms around my knees and my face buried in the dark.

What the hell am I to do?