( chemical-slash-magical influence or not, she's all too happy to let him tug her a little closer, grip on her hair and her waist snug enough to keep her flush against him. the cooling relief is just a bonus, really, in comparison to just how good he makes her feel, swept over by wave after wave of wanting that's so easily met in return. as much as she wants, he gives, and vice versa, until they're both trying to catch their breath and derail their rapidly speeding trains of thought; as they part, she can't help but feel warm all over, this time not just from the drinks they've shared.
shifting her weight to curl up beside him, her back pressed firm against the solid expanse of his chest and the soft cotton draped over it, kimberly reaches out to pull the tray of items a little closer. she can't resist a laugh in agreement with his assessment — the icing really does look like the kind of toothpaste swirls you see in advertisements, almost too perfect and smooth — but it doesn't stop her from picking one up, or from taking a bite, icing smearing across the tip of her nose in the process.
the cupcake doesn't disappoint. it's a damn good cupcake, the chocolate cake sweet and milky as it melts on her tongue, and the hint of spearmint in the surprisingly light icing feels less like a line of colgate than she'd expected. not to mention the refreshing burst of cold that blooms in her mouth, icy paths trailing across her teeth and down her throat until they spiral out into her limbs. a slow shiver down her spine, and kimberly grins, mouth opening in a small circle as she offers an experimental exhale.
to her delight, her breath is visible, dotted with faint glimmers of white from endless miniscule snowflakes. another breath, this time ghosted across his cheeks and nose, and a murmured, ) Think you can melt the ice?
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shifting her weight to curl up beside him, her back pressed firm against the solid expanse of his chest and the soft cotton draped over it, kimberly reaches out to pull the tray of items a little closer. she can't resist a laugh in agreement with his assessment — the icing really does look like the kind of toothpaste swirls you see in advertisements, almost too perfect and smooth — but it doesn't stop her from picking one up, or from taking a bite, icing smearing across the tip of her nose in the process.
the cupcake doesn't disappoint. it's a damn good cupcake, the chocolate cake sweet and milky as it melts on her tongue, and the hint of spearmint in the surprisingly light icing feels less like a line of colgate than she'd expected. not to mention the refreshing burst of cold that blooms in her mouth, icy paths trailing across her teeth and down her throat until they spiral out into her limbs. a slow shiver down her spine, and kimberly grins, mouth opening in a small circle as she offers an experimental exhale.
to her delight, her breath is visible, dotted with faint glimmers of white from endless miniscule snowflakes. another breath, this time ghosted across his cheeks and nose, and a murmured, ) Think you can melt the ice?