1. To Favor Fire


    Date: 1/25/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: AdventurousReader, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    I had been shivering all day – and not only from the weather. Reid had been cold to me since we woke this morning, but it wasn't so unusual; it happened at least once a year. I have been with Reid for four years now, ever since our first year of college. Even then, my usually jovial Canadian flame would brew in cold anger, and nothing I could do would make him come around. Reid would ice me out, as if I were the reason for his discontent. I can assure you, I'm not – not directly anyways. We knew this day was coming, and just as we always do around these times, we headed to the bar together. I tried to push away the chill with layers of clothing for me and warm kisses for Reid, but he wasn't having any of it. There was only one situation that would turn this day around, and it was entirely out of my hands. As it was, the complete opposite situation occurred. The walk home was silent and bitter as we pushed through the flurries with our heads down. The angry wind bit at the exposed flesh of my face, as if it too wanted to punish me. I had to admit, I was in a very good mood and was lousy at hiding it. My cheer only served to drive Reid further into his cold shell. When we got home, he wouldn't even come in with me, choosing instead to endure the harsh winter storm on a long, brooding walk. He wasn't himself, and it made me shiver knowing my sexy, passionate fire-starter would be buried in icy resentment for the next few days. I couldn't handle these cold-spells anymore; I had ...
    to do something. Trying overcome my bone-deep chill, I immediately set myself to the task of warming up. I dumped my frost-coated clothing at the door, stripping completely. After a steaming hot bath and several minutes curled in front of the fire, wrapped in my thickest blanket, I felt sweltering. Reid still wasn't home. I had steeled myself to sit there and watch the door in my overwhelming heat, knowing that when he came in, he could use some warming up. I was preparing to thaw both his body and his temper. It was nearly midnight when Reid stumbled clumsily indoors, a gust of frigid wind and a swirl of snow following at his heals. He had not been as sensibly dressed as I, and he was visibly shaking, fingers fumbling to remove his garments. His hair was glazed with crisp snow, his jeans crusted with it. He finally succeeded in removing his jacket and shoes, leaving them in the soggy, melting pile I had started at the door. “Reid,” I said, calling his attention across the room to my kneeling, bundled form. His ice-blue eyes watched me coldly as I stood and dropped the blanket around me, revealing my naked body, flushed and glistening with warmth in the firelight. He took in my lean legs, angular waist, and large breasts as if the sight had never made him feverish. I didn't shy away from the coldness – I pushed against it. “Come to me.” My whisper traversed the tense void between us. It reached his ears, causing him to smile icily. “Oh, Paige,” he hissed. “You shouldn't have ...
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