|Maella Abbey (maella_abbey) wrote,|
@ 2008-03-04 23:31:00
"I wouldn't have thought someone with such a mastery of fire would be so cold."
She isn't, of course, though she is controlled around him. He smiles when she glares, knowing better than to push her too far; he wants her passion, but her anger can be as cold and cutting as the ice she also masters.
She rewards his careful balancing act that night, fire playing painlessly over his skin, haloing her like the Goddess Herself. In this, he appreciates her control; he leans trustingly into her flames, hard and needy, secure that she'll never let him get burned.