( a pleased hum slips through her lips, echoing into his mouth with each tug of his fingertips through her hair; it doesn't take much more than a few moments before that familiar wave of heat rolls through her body, but this time, it's in sharp contrast to the lingering frost that's coated her skin.
she's chilled, that's for sure, by the effects of the spearmint and whatever else was in that cupcake, and robbie's body pressed snugly into hers is warm in the best possible way. the temperature contrast only encourages her to get closer, toppling him backwards until they're both horizontal again, splayed out across the patterning of the duvet.
some number of minutes later, when they're breathless and separated only by virtue of necessity, kimberly whispers, both reply and confession: ) I'm cold all over.
( it's not a lie. as the cupcake works its literal magic in her system, the chill extends from the surface inwards, expanding through her limbs until the sensation of cold becomes as intense as the heat had been. there's a need, suddenly present in the soft chattering of her teeth as she talks, to warm up as quickly as possible. )
I don't know which is worse, the cold — ( a pause, to set the tray on the nearby sidetable, in order to tug the duvet up and over her body ) — or how hot it was before...
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she's chilled, that's for sure, by the effects of the spearmint and whatever else was in that cupcake, and robbie's body pressed snugly into hers is warm in the best possible way. the temperature contrast only encourages her to get closer, toppling him backwards until they're both horizontal again, splayed out across the patterning of the duvet.
some number of minutes later, when they're breathless and separated only by virtue of necessity, kimberly whispers, both reply and confession: ) I'm cold all over.
( it's not a lie. as the cupcake works its literal magic in her system, the chill extends from the surface inwards, expanding through her limbs until the sensation of cold becomes as intense as the heat had been. there's a need, suddenly present in the soft chattering of her teeth as she talks, to warm up as quickly as possible. )
I don't know which is worse, the cold — ( a pause, to set the tray on the nearby sidetable, in order to tug the duvet up and over her body ) — or how hot it was before...