To Freeze Fire

Here is chapter two! Please leave comments. I want to make this story the best it can be. Leaving comments let me know whether or not I should continue this story. Lots of Love, --Luna

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She could feel something warm against her neck, something changing the temperature of the air around her, and focusing in on that one spot, burning her. Almost like someone's breath. Her eyes popped open, and she felt a hand slowly move across her hip, coming into view as it traced her rib cage just over the sheet. Those hands were warm, almost too hot. Her left hand traced over the obviously masculine one, and focused, sending waves of cooling thoughts, while her right hand went under the pillow her head still rest firmly on. In one quick movement, she rolled out of bed, and pointed the far from modest blade at the intruder, who still lay prone, "Who the hell are you and what you're doing in my bed?"

The sentence left her lips before she had the chance to realize the first question was already known to her. Those baby blues, pale skin, and shock of black hair had been used in some of her most recent fantasies.

"If you've already forgotten my name darling, I must be losing my touch..." he smiled, propping himself up on one arm, appearing to be just too damned comfortable to move. Her eyes trailed over his obviously bare chest, the very fine hair there that eventually became more noticeable around the navel region, dipping down beneath the sheet. Her face turned blood red.

"How did you get in here?!" she snapped, not liking the feeling each step towards him gave her. She had to be strong. His good looks were in no way the grounds for making stalking, breaking and entering, and not to mention sexually assaulting her in her sleep, an okay thing. "Get out of here before I call the cops!"

That smug look that had played on his face, slowly ceased, draining away completely as he rose to his feet, taking the white and low thread count sheet with him. "You don't want me to leave. I can smell it."

"E—Excuse me?" She couldn't have heard that right.

He began to make long careful strides towards her, "Put down the knife." He said softly, "I truly mean you no harm."

It had been to long since she had heard so much affection in someone's voice, and those eyes, god those eyes! He was giving her this look that was so heartbreakingly tender. "You broke into my room."

He nodded, "If I wanted to harm you, I would have had ample opportunity while you were asleep."

She raised one eyebrow, "If you don't want to hurt me, then what do you want then?"

Those baby blues drifted down to his right hand which clutched the sheets about his waist, like he was debating whether or not to let it fall. His eyes returned to her . "You."

The feeling in her gut doubled, making her feel like she was in need of a new pair of underware, as the current pair began to become soaked. It hit her then. What he had said earlier. 'You don't want me to leave. I can smell it.' Had he meant that he could smell her? Smell her getting aroused? The red in her face deepened..

"Get out of my room." She said softly in a strained whisper.

"You don't mean that, darling." He chided, coming one step closer, then another, "I think we both know what you really want." He was so close now. Close enough to touch. Close enough for him to touch her. She kept her eyes on his, even as the grasp of his right hand loosened, and sheet fell, her own hand on the blade getting tighter. "Let me give you what you need," he pleaded, those eyes of his imploring her to give in, one hand reaching to touch her face, "keep the knife if it makes you feel safe, but please for the love of god, let me touch you."

And just like that, the naked stranger she had met at the club, began to kiss her. Grinding against in the same way as when they had danced. Only something was wrong with this picture. Some key articles of clothing had yet to be removed. She groaned, hoping it would be enough of a submission for him to understand. Just when she was turning to complete putty, he pulled back, those pupils dilated, "Turn around."

His instruction made her suspicion rise, but another kiss, a raspy whisper convinced her, "trust me."

From each side, his hands framed her hips, while his mouth began sucking and biting at the skin of her neck. 'God, why does this man have this effect on me... I'm not this easy...ahh!'

An irreversible gasp escaped her as one hand suddenly shot down into her underwear, cupping her bare and virginal mound. The heat alone made her desperate to chase this heat, made her hips jump on their own accord. He was only too happy to serve. Taking his middle finger, he circled her clit, exactly the way she liked it. 'How did he...for fucks sake who cares?!'

That same finger, now extremely wet, prodded at her, touching places no other man had. With a bit of pressure, his finger began to move in and out, again and again. He bit hard at her neck, and she cried out as it seemed like his hand was moving too fast to be real. The pressure began to build. It was too much, it was too good. "That's it darling, come for me." He encouraged, not slowly down. The sound of his voice made her tight hole spasm hard around his finger, and triggered a long orgasm. One she felt almost lightheaded from, and leaned back into his arms. "My darling Mia, I finally found you."

Her eyes flew open, wide. A cold sweat enveloped her body, and she was cold. Feeling the chilling sensation of ice against her back, she lifted up into a sitting position, finding her hand down the boxer shorts she had put on before going to sleep. "A goddamned dream," she cursed, getting up, shivering. Every bit of the water and salt mixture, had turned to ice. This happened to many times. Waking up in the middle of the night cold, covered in frozen sweat, afraid of her own shadow. It had been like this for years. This nightmare was different this time; it had started as a dream of this stranger. Her teeth chattering became too loud even for her, breaking her out of the current thought. She put herself together, went to the bathroom, and turned the shower on. While she waited for the water to heat up, she gazed at her own reflection. Her brown eyes and hair seemed ever darker against her pale skin, appearing the perfect image for an Ice queen, blue lips and all. She would warm up, and then she would get the hell out of here.

Tossing the last shirt in, she eyed the grey backpack. It was one the only things that remained from the shadow of a life she once had called her own. Despite her current way of life, she kept it with her. Not only because she thought it best to travel light, but because it served as a reminder of what she was running from.

With a deep breath, she looked over the place she was leaving as she sprayed it down with air fresher almost to the point she couldn't breathe, and began to choke. This made it less likely someone would be able to track her by scent. And if she had learned anything in the past three years, it was that she couldn't leave things to chance. Right down to covering her scent by bleaching everything she could, collecting every bit of her hair she could, and spraying down the motel with another fragrance, anything that could risk her being found.

Outside it was nearly dawn, the sky barely turning from black to a dark navy blue. Backpack over her arm, she raced down the stairs, as quietly as she could manage, keeping tabs on her surroundings. No one appeared to be up at this hour, which for her, was the exact reason she had chosen to leave now. At ground level, she found a less than humble car. In fact, it wouldn't be amiss to call it a downright clunker. There was a subtle dent on the driver's side, the brown paint was starting to flake away, and the passenger's side had duct tape over where the widow was missing. This hunk of junk Toyota was exactly was she needed.

After peeling the duct tape back, unlocking the passenger door, and sliding into the driver's seat, she was overwhelmed by the scent of cigarettes which stung her nose, and made her all the more eager to find the right wires her hand was currently searching for. After fiddling with it for about a minute, she finally got the engine to start, and headed for the right side roads to take her to the next town. Though eventually she knew she would have to hop on the interstate. Providing this clunker held it shit together, she might actually get to the next town in time for breakfast.

With a whimper like groan, she placed her arms across the steering wheel, and dropped her head against them. Frustrated, she felt like she should yell at herself. Before she knew what was happening, she was voicing her thoughts, "You just had to tell some stranger your real name, you Frigg 'in IDIOT!'

And even despite that, she knew she was an idiot regardless. What kind of person hits the road without checking the god damned gas gage? 'This kind of idiot' she thought shaking her head, causing it to rub against het black leather jacket that covered her arms,

Next move, she needed to think of her next move. Her head lifted from her arms, and stared out the driver's side window. Starting to see the facts for what they were, she had only one choice. Since she wasn't going anywhere without gas, she would have to hitch a ride.

After doing this a couple times to get out of her home town, she had decided she would do anything but that again. 'Stop wallowing' she told herself as she got out of the car with her backpack, eventually coming to lean on the side of the car that had once been t-boned, 'You did this to yourself. Just learn from this experience and never make the same mistake again.'

The thing that bothered her was why she had made it in the first place. Thinking of this only made her think of her solo session in bathroom last night. She couldn't deny how that stranger had his effect on her. A part of her, one that she struggled not to even think about, wanted to see him again. Those beautiful baby blues, and that incredibly sexy body...

With a ragged gasp, she broke herself out of the fantasy. Despite the current shitty situation she was in, there was moisture forming between her legs, and a primal urge to do something about it. As dead as the road was, she could probably get away with it without a soul ever knowing. Her hand trailed up her leg, and slowly curled her fingers around the inside of her thigh. As if on cue, her hand immediately had to hearing a car coming down the road. The tug in her gut not ceasing, she couldn't help but wonder whether to think this as a blessing or a curse. Unable to pass up the opportunity, she put both hands, and started waving at the oncoming vehicle. Halfway hoping it would pass her by, she let out a sigh of relief when it pulled to the side, right in front of the hunk of junk she had been driving.

Putting on her big girl face, she walked up to the black truck, and turned on a dazzling smile. The man who she was confronted with kept his face to the road, wearing large sunglasses, "Thank you so much for stopping. Damn gas gage quit working about a week ago and I thought I had more than I actually did. Would you mind giving me a lift to the next gas station?"

"I happen to keep a small thing of gas in the back for such emergencies, how about we go ahead and put that in the tank." The man offered, "I should have a sufficient amount to get you up the road and to the next pit stop."

This was more than she could have hoped for! "T—Thank you. That would be great."

The man nodded, "I'll step around, and we'll get you set up."

Turning towards the car, she figured it might be a good idea to take note just which side to the gas in. after seeing where it was, she put her backpack on the passengers' seat through the window, and grimaced. After a moment, she felt compelled to offer the man some money for the trouble, so she head whipped around, her body following the movement. Upon the turn, her face was met with a sweet smelling cloth. First reaction being to gasp, blackness tugged at her vision, the last thing she saw being those large sunglasses, wondering who she was staring at as she fell unconscious into his arms.

Everything was dark. With a a headache, a voice rose. "I found her." it said in serious tone. The blackness tugged away just enough for her to make the outside of a man in the driver's seat, holding something up to his ear. "We'll be at the Miracle INN in phoenix. I'll text you the room number and time once we arrive."

She whimpered, the blackness tugging about her again. She needed to stay awake. Somehow she had escape. 'I can't go back!' she thought horrified, 'stay awake, STAY AWAKE!'

Strength fled from her, and she was out like a light.