Sculptures in Frost

Author's Note: This takes place just after the end of the movie. I'll probably be adding more chapters as things progress...

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Sculptures in Frost

When the dance restarted, I was actually feeling up for participating this time. Will and Layla were making out several thousand feet above the ground. Magenta and Zack were doing something that kind of looked like dancing, vaguely. And even Ethan had found some tall, dark girl who wanted to dance with one of the heroes of the hour.

And here’s Warren Peace, standing on the fringe again, I thought, starting feel sorry for myself. Then a flash of pale color caught my eyes. A statuesque blonde girl in white had managed to get up next to me, and extended her hand, frost forming from her fingertips to the elbow. Melissa Frost? But she’s never even looked at me before. I shrugged and flamed up a little, gently holding her hand. My fire was extinguished as her frost melted, and she laced her fingers through mine with a smile. That felt kind of interesting… and if she wants to give me a hero’s welcome… I’m not going to argue, I thought, suddenly feeling much more cheerful.

Melissa made the rest of the night pretty fun, even if she told me it was mostly as a reward.

“So, why now?” I had asked her.

“You saved the school,” she said softly. I raised an eyebrow. “And I was scared of you before today.” I rolled my eyes a bit and finally sobered up. “I just wanted to thank you, that’s all.” I looked at her a little harder, and saw she was telling the truth. I was just the flavor of the day, apparently, but at least she was sincere about it.

“Hey, thanks for letting me know,” I said softly.

“It’s Homecoming; it’s supposed to be fun,” she pointed out, and I sighed. Well, I wasn’t going to say I expected this to turn out fairy-tale perfect.

We must have danced together for a dozen songs before we called it quits. I’m not the world’s greatest dancer, but I’m not bad, and Melissa was definitely having a lot of fun. I think I smiled more during the last two hours of the dance than I had in the whole previous year. When we finally stopped for a break, Melissa dragged me over to a table in the corner, slightly screened off by a few potted plants.

“Do you want to come home with me?” she asked abruptly. I glanced at her sharply, not believing my ears.

“Did you just say what I think you did?” I asked cautiously. There was no way in hell I was going to risk misinterpreting this.

“Yes. I want to know if you want to come to my house tonight,” she shot back.

“And do what?”

“Have sex.” I choked, but after a second realized she wasn’t lying.

“Why? Why me?” I demanded. Not that I was adverse to the idea, no not at all, it was just that there were too many consequences to even think of doing this lightly, not the least of which was that-

“You might be the only person in the school that can handle me. And visa versa,” she said simply. Oh man, she was right on that account. It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought about having sex. A lot. It was just that I knew that since my powers were linked so hard with my emotions, I could easily end up burning anyone I tried to be intimate with. And Melissa probably had the same problem.

“And that’s the only reason?” I asked her, glaring at her darkly. I was willing, eager, all right, damn desperate to get laid. I was seventeen and technically a virgin. Not that I hadn’t done plenty of solitary play, but never anything with another person. I knew I flared up and flared up hard when I came, and that could spell a death sentence to anyone who wasn’t fireproof. My pleasure wasn’t worth that risk.

“No. You’re damn gorgeous and sexy, and if I hadn’t been afraid to breathe around you because you’d roast me I would have asked you a long time ago. Besides, you aren’t afraid of me either. Who else is going to want to be with a girl who causes shrinkage whenever things get past first base?” she said a little bitterly. Oh yeah, we’re definitely in the same boat.

“And there’s no one else in the whole school?” I pressed. Melissa sighed and crossed her arms.

“The only other cryokinetics are sophomores or freshman, and I don’t rob cradles. Will Stronghold probably could handle me, but again, too young. Anita Vernandez is the only other pyrokinetic in the school, and I’m not into girls like she is,” she explained.

“So I’m your last resort?”

“You’re my only resort. Look Warren, I want to. I’ve just been through a very terrifying experience and right now I’m horny enough to fuck a damn tree. I can handle you; you can handle me. I’m on the damned pill. My parents are in Belgium and won’t be home all weekend.” My mouth went dry.

My body was telling me in no uncertain terms what I should be doing right now, and I had to scoot a little further under the table so it wouldn’t be so obvious. I was pretty sure she was telling the truth, but I didn’t necessarily trust my perceptions when my blood was pounding in my ears.

“And… after?” I managed to get out.

“We’d probably kill each other within a week if we tried to date,” she pointed out almost cheerfully. “But assuming we don’t kill each other tonight, maybe we could help each other scratch an itch every now and then.”

And that, I saw, was as about as good as I was going to get. Free sex with the only girl within a hundred miles who was possible. Then again, that’s probably exactly what she thought of me too.

“Just as long… as we understand each other,” I said finally.

She shrugged, and then leaned in to kiss me. I was a little startled, not at her boldness, considering the offer she had just made, but at her freezing cold skin. It was like taking an ice cube into my mouth, but one that fought and teased back. The temperature, more than the kiss itself, was the thing that finally convinced me. I normally didn’t care for cold, but the fact that she was practically pressing herself against me turned it from annoying to erotic. Melissa was pretty damned good at kissing, and I tried to get back as good as I was getting.

“Wow,” she said after a minute, finally breaking off the kiss.

“Yeah… we’re leaving now,” I said firmly.

My blood was practically singing, and other parts of me as well, and there was no way I could stay here any longer. Melissa made a quick call, and I did too so my mom wouldn’t worry when I was late, and then she led me out a side door to a flying limousine, the rental of choice for those super-families with the means. Apparently her driver didn’t particularly care who she was with, or she didn’t, because she dragged me down for another kiss the minute we got seated, powering up to protect herself from my heat.

Her cold hands were twining through my hair and down my neck as her tongue and lips dueled with mine, and I seared a path down her naked back, melting through her icy armor as I went. I was running hot, and getting a little hotter, in more ways than one, with each passing moment. Her skin was smooth and soft under the ice, and the fresh, clean scent of juniper was coming from her hair. I drank in the scent, running one hand through her hair, and then down. I think I would have forgotten where we were and gone a little farther, but when my hands started trailing down her shoulders, she smacked them away.

“Burn my dress, and I’ll give you frostbite in a very uncomfortable place,” she warned.

I chuckled a little and deepened the kiss, moving my hands somewhere a bit safer. I was a quick learner, and when it came to something like this, I was picking up things pretty damn fast. Melissa sighed in appreciation, and slid one hand down my back. Then along my thigh. I started to breathe a lot faster, as I was completely hard now and my arousal was blindingly obvious. I couldn’t take much more of this, definitely not if she wanted things to go all the way.

“Here?” I breathed into her mouth.

Tempting fate a little, I slid the fingertips of one hand along the sides of her dress to trail along her ribs. Her cool, soft breasts were pressing into my chest very distractingly, but I wasn’t quite ready to stop kissing her so I could feel them too. That and I believe her when she threatened frostbite.

“No,” she said, laughing, and moved her hand from my thigh to my crotch. That would have about done me in, except then she powered up hard, cooling my ardor in more ways than one.

“Hey!” I yelled, pulling back hard.

“We’re here, and there are places a lot more comfortable than a limo,” she said, grabbing my hand, and flinging open the limo door.

We had arrived at her house without my noticing, and she tugged me from the car and up the front steps nearly at a run. I barely had time to notice that Melissa lived a very nice house before she had hauled me through the front door, up a flight of steps, and into a cavernous bedroom. Well, perhaps it wasn’t so cavernous, because every wall, and even some tiles on the floor had mirrors on them. One wall had huge standing mirrors, angled like in a dressing room, and Melissa danced over to them, pirouetting in front of them with childlike abandon.

Between the mirrors, the walls were dark, and crystal shades hung over all the lamps, reflecting the light in odd patterns. Her bed was large, laid over with a white satin bedspread that made it look like an ice cube. And that was the other thing; the room was freezing! I think I actually saw an ice sculpture next to the bed, and clouds of condensation surrounded me as my own temperature hit the cold air.

Melissa looked back at me through her reflection in the mirrors and smiled.

“You like?” she asked, and glanced down at herself.

“Yeah,” I said casually, and walked over slowly. I wasn’t above teasing her a little, especially after that little stunt in the limo. Though a rather rude shock to the system, it had given me enough control back that I wasn’t about to make a fool out of myself. I wasn’t going to let her know that though.

I stepped up behind her, sweeping her hair to one side and kissing her gently on the neck. When she clamped one hand on the back of my head, pressing me to her, I smiled a little against her throat and began to kiss and suck harder at her icy skin. When she let out a small moan of appreciation, I got a little bit bolder, trailing one hand down her back to her zipper. I waited just a moment, hesitating, then slid it down. Melissa gave an odd little shimmy that somehow managed to make her dress puddle at her feet in a single smooth motion. When I discovered she hadn’t been wearing any underwear, my pulse skyrocketed.

“Look,” she whispered, and I lifted my head from her neck to stare at our reflections. Melissa was gorgeous, toned and supple, and very curvy in places, and naked, she damn near took my breath away.

“Beautiful,” I breathed, and slid my hands around to her breasts.

Cool, soft, and heavy in my hands, I squeezed them gently, and Melissa’s eyes half-closed in pleasure. Taking a deep breath, I let go and slowly trailed my fingers down her arms. She glared at me a bit through her reflection, and I smiled wickedly at her. Then she got a thoughtful look on her face and raised her arms slowly as I traced down them. My hot fingers were melting through her protective layer of frost, leaving behind strange patterns. The effect was really nice, and experimentally I traced around her shoulders, then across her collarbone and down her chest, circling her breasts.

“I didn’t know you drew, Warren,” she said with a bit of a laugh, raising up her arms so I could trace patterns along her sides, across her stomach, and down to her hips. She stood still, admiring herself in the mirror, catching my gaze in her reflection.

“I got all kinds of hidden talents,” I muttered distractedly, trailing around the blond curls at her groin before flaring back out to her thighs and down.

She was making some soft noises in the back of her throat that were really sexy, but seeing the way I had made my mark on her, tracing her, making a kind of sculpture in frost, was incredibly erotic. I trailed my hands down over her feet, and up again, brushing the insides of her thighs. I swallowed hard as she actually parted her legs to let me trace up further.

I could resist; I had to feel her, and I slid a single finger up into her curls. Heat brushing over the core of her inner cold, seeking, finding her entrance, sliding over her clit, pushing into her. She stiffened and gasped, eyes going wide, and I drank in the sight of her writhing because of what I was doing to her. That tight coldness around my finger was amazing, and I quickly pulled my hand away before things could get too hot.

She whimpered slightly as I withdrew, and I murmured placating noises.

“Shh, shh, I’m not done yet,” I said quietly, calmness in my voice belaying the hardness in my pants. The first and foremost thing a ‘kinetic learned was control, and even if mine wasn’t perfect, it gave me something of an edge in dangling Melissa along. Even so, I was a hell of a lot faster in tracing over her back and circling around her tight ass.

“All done,” I whispered, both of us looking in the mirror. The tracing my hands had made on her ice-covered body gave her the appearance of wearing a body stocking with elegant designs. And the reminder that I had had my hands on her everywhere the lines went was a real turn-on.

“Take a picture,” she said suddenly, snatching for a small camera from her purse. I gave her a quick, lopsided smile and framed a few shots, catching her from several angles. Then I set the camera down very quickly when Melissa lunged at me.

“Come on, I’m standing here all naked,” she growled, and I grinned as I helped her get my shirt off mostly in one piece. I think we snapped a few buttons, but I seriously didn’t care. Melissa gazed appreciatively at my chest when the shirt came free, her cold hands tracing down the hard planes of muscle. I worked out a lot, as a future superhero it just came with the territory, and it was really nice to have someone else appreciate all the hard work other than me.

I fastened my mouth on hers again, my hands destroying all my artistic expression as they roamed over Melissa’s body, slipping down to cup her ass, sliding up again to caress her breasts. I swallowed hard a few times when Melissa froze in place, whimpering slightly when I gently pinched her hard nipples. She arced into my hands, and I could feel the heat gathering there, and the blood pooling at my groin as I tried to give her more of what she wanted. She was amazingly sexy like this, and I soon had to stop to free myself from my suddenly far-too-confining pants.

Melissa recovered enough to help, and in short order I was as naked as she was. She gave a kind of throaty growl of appreciation when she pulled off my boxers, which was reassuring and erotic at the same time. I started to pull her towards the bed in a kind of twirling motion, neither of us really willing to let go of the other. I was ready, more than ready, and when Melissa grasped my cock with one cold hand, stroking it a few times, I damn near lost it.

Playfully I scooped her up and tossed her the last few feet onto the bed, giving me a few more seconds to calm down before we went any farther. Any real nervousness was far since subsumed into urgent need at this point. Melissa gave a squeal of half-outrage, half-excitement as she bounced on the bed. I crawled up to her, pinning her arms out to the sides as I kissed her, leaning forwards slightly so the tip of my cock brushed up against her curls. She moaned a bit in my mouth and parted her legs. I dropped my head, panting a little, and then looked her in the eyes.

“Ready?” I asked, and she smiled broadly and nodded. Taking a deep breath, I lined myself up and slowly pushed in.

When I entered her it was like sinking into a block of ice, and I gasped at the sensation. Melissa was looking just as shocked; for her it must have like been being skewered by a red-hot knife. Both of us clutched at each other’s shoulders, identical expressions of awe on our faces, reaching deep for every ounce of control we had. Once we got past the startling feeling of the temperature difference, it was no less fantastic. The tight feeling of her around me, clutching my cock in a soft, velvet vice, was like nothing I’d ever felt before. And her icy temperature just made it that much more intense.

“Oh my God Warren,” she whispered, powering up harder, her icy armor melting on my skin.

My own flames were already tickling her back and shoulders, because my control of my powers was totally gone at this point. It felt so good, so amazingly wonderful… I was hyperventilating, my hands clutching hard at her shoulders, too close to the edge to even think about moving. The heat and cold surging back and forth was hypnotic, and I found myself staring at the ceiling, trying to take it all in.

Unsurprisingly, there were mirrors up there too, and the sight of both of us entwined in each other’s arms, dark and fair, blonde and brunette, fire and ice, seriously taxed my remaining margin of control.

“So… beautiful,” she whispered in my ear, and I clutched her hard, my flames melting her frosty armor.

“Yes…” I hissed, not able to get much more coherent than that. We remained that ways for several long moments before we could get used to it, and Melissa finally sighed a bit.

“Move,” she commanded, slowly letting go of my shoulders and laying down.

I leaned over her and slowly withdrew a bit, then eased back in. Both of us hissed at the sensation, and Melissa arced her back a little, making me hit whole new places inside her. I clamped my jaw shut before I could start whimpering, and put my hands on her shoulders. Cold room or not, I was going to set the bed on fire if I tried to brace myself on it.

“Again,” she whispered, and lifted her legs to wrap around my waist.

Her cold feet on my back made me groan a bit, but I eased back again and thrust forward a little harder. God, that felt good. And again, and again… I began to stroke deeper and harder, closing my eyes when the expression of Melissa’s ecstasy on her face threatened to make me let go.

Melissa twisted under me, finally moving her hands so they were entwined with mine, letting me brace on the bed over her icy limbs. She must have known, or could guess, how badly I was about to flare up. She was starting to moan softly in time with my thrusts, and I hoped to God she was close. I had been dancing on a knife-edge of control for far too long, but I didn’t want to piss her off by leaving her unsatisfied. But it felt so good, so good I didn’t want to stop.

“Kiss… me,” she gasped, and I closed the distance between us.

The feeling of her cold breasts poking into my chest, their softness under my muscles, along with the feeling of her tongue in my mouth was amazing, and I was breathing hard into her. I was relieved when Melissa finally gasped, her whole body tensing, her muscles rippling around my cock. I flared up hard, the light visible through my eyelids, as I arced into her, cumming hard in pulse after pulse of pleasure, burning hot into freezing cold. My vision went white and there was a roaring in my ears. I don’t know if she was screaming something, or I was, or both, but echoes crashed around the room as I fell forward onto her.

Ice melted and wisps of steam formed around us, and I realized we were practically swimming in a small lake of cool water, which was even now evaporating from my body heat. I might have not cared for that, if I have been capable of coherent thought. But in fifteen minutes or so, the bed was back to being dry, and I had recovered my powers of speech.

“Wow,” Melissa said finally, squirming out from under me and propping herself up on one elbow.

“Yeah,” I said casually, reaching out to trace along her flank slightly.

She shifted, reaching over me to grab something on the nightstand, inadvertently bringing a breast right over my face. I couldn’t resist; I latched onto the nipple with my lips and tongue, teasing her cold hardness to new heights. She froze, holding herself in place, and I let my hand slide down between her thighs. When she actually parted them willingly to give me easier access, I felt a renewed surge of heat along my body. Breathing a little harder, I slid my fingers into her, easy in her cold wetness, rubbing my thumb over her clit. The tiny little encouraging moans she made were great, and I could feel her rolling her hips back down over my fingers as I thrust them up into her.

I could feel her body trembling at trying to hold the awkward position, and wickedly I brought my other hand up to fondle and caress her free breast. The sounds she was making began to take on a hint of desperation, and I moved my hand faster, getting almost as much pleasure out of her writhing at my touch as she was. My cock was hard again at the feel of her body and the sound of her voice, and when Melissa somehow found the willpower to get the leverage to get a hand free to stroke me, it wasn’t long before I was as close to the edge as she was.

She let out a piercing scream as she gushed her cold cream onto my hand, clenching hard around my fingers as she came, the sensation being enough to set me off as well. This time she collapsed onto me, and I took her in my arms. She wasn’t my girlfriend, a normal friend, or even my date. She had told me she was in this purely for the sex, and I had completely agreed with her. But right now it just felt good to hold her close, stroke her hair, and murmur half-coherent things about how beautiful she was.

We must have dozed off for a little bit, because the next thing I remembered it was nearly two in the morning.

Mom is going to kill me, I thought with some alarm, sitting up. That, and I was starting to really feel the cold. Melissa blinked sleepily at me as I started to get dressed, and grabbed my hand when I reached for my shirt.

“Hey Warren,” she said with a slow smile. “Thanks.” I wasn’t going to blush over this, I refused to on principle, but I came as close to it as I had for a while.

“Anytime,” I said instead. She laughed a little.

“Winter formal,” she corrected, letting go of my hand.

I shrugged and pulled on my shirt and jacket, buttoning it closed to hide the missing buttons on the shirt. It wasn’t like she hadn’t warned me, and I strived not to be disappointed. I was a young, healthy, very hot-blooded young man, and the thought of having to wait another two months for sex was damn frustrating.

“And…” she trailed off, and I turned around to see what was up.

She had managed to wrap herself in a robe and was holding her digital camera. She turned it towards me to show the pictures I had taken a little while ago, showing her body looking like an ice sculpture. It looked really impressive, even beyond the erotic aspect of it, and I congratulated myself silently and a little smugly.

“Would you do that again?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in entreaty. “I… I make ice sculptures myself, but I can’t do that. And I really liked it.”

“Maybe I could do a little practice before winter formal? Just so I have it perfected for the dance,” I suggested, giving her a slight little smile. I refused to beg for sex, but I wasn’t above bribing. Melissa gave me a broad smile.

“Of course, just so you have it all down pat,” she agreed, and we both knew we hadn’t fooled each other in the least.

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Over the next two years, Melissa and I kept our little relationship to ourselves through a series of plotting and planning that would have done a mad genius proud. I always went to the formal school dances, and always went stag. I sometimes danced with Layla or Magenta, or sometimes with other girls in my class a few times. It was only at the school dances that they seemed to get over their habitual fear of me. I think it was because I didn’t wear the leather jacket to the dances.

I danced with Melissa as well, but never any more than any other girl, and when we finally left the dance together, it was with separate exits, secret meeting places, and a bunch of other spy stuff to keep our trysts sub rosa. And in between dances, we met maybe once a week, always at her place, always while her parents were out of town, and I always used the back door. We never really became friendly, not the way I was with Will and the gang. We never really had a casual conversation, or shared any interests beyond the purely physical, or the aesthetic.

I found out Melissa really had a thing for being “sculpted,” as she put it, and I took a lot of purely artistic pleasure in putting new designs on her body. I suppose some guys might have looked on it as a payment for sex, but I got a lot out of it too. Melissa was always very ready for me by the time I took the final pictures, and in those two years, I think we must have gone through nearly all the fantasies I had and I few I wasn’t even aware of.

Our elaborate sculpting foreplay got more and more intricate as time went on, and before more than a few months had gone by since that first Homecoming, I had starting using tools as well as my fingers. Melissa being an arts and crafts-type person, I ended up swiping some of her knitting needles, warming them up in my hands, and using them to draw the most elaborate frost and feather patterns on her skin, even on her face, across her eyelids, and even tracing back into her scalp.

In a way, it made her mine, with each picture and each elaborate design, I claimed her. I didn’t love her; I really couldn’t afford to let myself. She didn’t love me; she had made that abundantly clear. But she was my canvas and I was her artist. And up until we both graduated, that was enough. On graduation day, we met for what we assumed was going to be the last time. I was being assigned to Maxville; she was moving north to the Twin Cities, a perfect place for a cryokinetic.

After our graduation parties, her parents had left for some big charity event, and I slipped into her house at some point past midnight. Melissa was waiting for me in her room, dressed only in a white robe. I hadn’t gotten to see her costume at the graduation ceremony, mostly because I hadn’t gone to it. I had my own private ceremony in the principal’s office because the rest of my group wouldn’t be graduating for the next two years.

“Hey Warren,” she said softly as I entered. “I have something for you.”

My steps nearly faltered at that. We had stringently avoided giving each other gifts, cards, or even pet names in our attempt to keep our relationship purely physical. I hadn’t brought anything with me, and I started to panic slightly.

“Relax, I just wanted to show you my costume,” she continued before I could say something stupid.

I didn’t sigh in relief, though I sorely wanted to, and waited politely for Melissa to slip behind a screen, and walk out the other side dressed in her superhero costume. I nearly choked when she did, because her skin-tight, white and silver super-suit was a perfect replica of one of my favorite designs, one I had tagged as “ice angel.” Wing-like patterns flowed from her spine, intertwined with frost patterns as they spiraled down her arms and legs, across her stomach and hips, fountaining up her chest and over her breasts, climbing up her neck to cross her eyes and brow in lines of silver and flowing into silver and crystal streaks holding back her long blonde hair.

I stared, gaping in shock and pleasant surprise as she turned slowly, letting me see her from every angle.

“Damn,” was all I could get out. Melissa seemed to understand and smiled broadly at me.

“I just loved the design so much… and I kind of owed you for putting up with me for all this time,” she said softly.

“Hey, no problem. I owed you too,” I forced out, not quite sure what to say. As much as we had tried to remind mostly objective, you don’t get into someone’s bed without getting some emotional baggage out of it, even in a situation as strange as ours.

“I’m calling myself Ice Angel,” she continued with a small smile, and I felt my heart do an odd little somersault. I wasn’t in love with her, not really, but there was still something there, something that had been building during our two years as lovers and as artists.

“I’m going to miss you,” I said finally. That was as far as I dared go.

“I’m going to miss you too,” she said, with a very faint hint of sadness in her voice. It was enough for me to hear that, and I put out my hand to draw her close to me.

“How about we have a memorable private going-away party?” I suggested, trying to bring things back to something we both understood. If we had been comfortable in any kind of real relationship, I think it would have happened a long time ago. This was what we had now. Clothes and costume started to go flying every which way as I drew Melissa in for a kiss, our hands tracing familiar paths on each other’s bodies, knowing just what to do to arouse each other’s senses.

Kisses became gasps of pleasure as steam, fog, and water streamed from us, my red heat sinking into her cool depths for maybe the last time. At the end, we were both staring up at the mirrored ceiling, ice and fire intertwined, exhausted from our lovemaking. Tomorrow Melissa would be gone, off to become a real superhero in the Great White North, while I did the same closer to home. But for right now, we just lay in each other’s arms, a sculpture in frost.