4:7 Hot And Cold

Caution: My heir is a slut

Mild sexual content, minimal clothing.

"Just kiss me." Kaity breathed. "Please." She begged. She barely remembered getting out the pool, wasn't sure what had been said. It all happened so fast. He'd pushed her off the lilo, she'd splashed him, he'd splashed back inadvertantly getting one of the people on the side of the pool wet, and this had eventually led to the pool being filled with people splashing and laughing. She remembered stopping and looking for him. She remembered the look he was giving her, and she'd clumsily swam over to see why he looked so serious.

He'd had a vision and wanted to forget. Kaity knew how to make people forget.

When he didn't respond to her pleas, she freed herself from where she was pressed against the wall, and spun him around so she was in control. Before she could join their lips, a bell sounded next to them, indicating the elevator was ready to take them up. She sighed and touched her forehead to his, before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind her to the awaiting lift.

He led the way down the long corridor to his room, and paused as he got the keycard from his pocket.
"Kaity, do you think-"
"No think, just do." She breathed as she reached up and finally joined their lips.
The cold of his lips was striking, and sent shivers down her spine. Even his breath was cold, and she wondered if she was hot enough to burn him as she teased his mouth with her tongue. Feeling behind him, he pushed the keycard into the slot, and pushed the door open. They almost fell through the door in their haste, and let it swing shut behind them.

He took over, pushing her against the wall just inside the door, continuing the kiss and making Kaity lose use of her legs and almost forget to breathe.

Sensing that she couldn't walk herself, he lifting her in his arms, never once breaking the contact between their lips.

Perhaps walking backwards with a girl in your arms wasn't a smart move on his part, on the other hand he could have meant to tumble onto the bed, giving Kaity control once again.

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Groggily opening her eyes in the early hours of the morning gave her a small shock when she realised Winter was awake and staring. His shoulder served as a pillow, and she felt she should have got used to his cool temperature after a night together. This guy stares a lot. She thought to herself as she tried to remember what had happened. She hadn't expected to be lying in his arms, especially not so close to him, and hoped she didn't have morning breath. Although, it was probably too early for that.

She sat up a little, and looked around for a clock, but not finding one she let her eyes fall back on his face. He hadn't let go of her, as if he thought she'd jump up and run off if he didn't keep a hold of her.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Just thinking." He replied.
"What's the time?"
"About four in the morning."
"Do you always lie awake thinking at four in the morning, gripping your one-night-stand so tight you might break her?" She asked almost-jokingly, but she really hoped he'd loosen his grip a little. He did.
"Sorry." Kaity shook her head, dismissing his apology, before climbing off the bed. "Where are you going?" He almost sounded worried.
"Only to the bathroom." She replied, worrying about how clingy he was as she left the bed for the bathroom.

Standing in the mirror she hoped Winter realised this was just fun and nothing serious. She didn't think she could do serious, especially if he was going to be all the way in Bridgeport. She also wasn't sure she could break a heart, although three days wasn't long enough to fall in love, in her opinion. She splashed a little water on her face, before drying it off with a towel and exiting the room again.

She threw herself back on the bed, wide awake now, she looped her arms around his neck.
"Where were we?" She grinned, pulling his head up a little for a kiss.
"Didn't you want to ask me something?" He asked, before she could press her lips to his. He definately seemed to be one to ruin moments.
"I don't know, do I?" She asked, exasperated, as she threw a leg either side of him. She didn't want to talk, she wanted to play.

"Yeah, you do." He replied, not moving her off him, but not doing anymore than rest a hand gently on her waist. She sighed, realising this was going nowhere, and sat back, letting go of his neck.

He kept his head about where she'd been holding it, still giving her his stare.
"Fine, what do I want to ask?" She worked to restrain her anger, remembering he'd had a bad vision of somesort last night.
"I don't know, I just know there's been a question on your lips since you met me." She gently ran her fingers over his toned stomach, tracing the familiar markings over his abdomen.
"This marking, the one over your stomach. It matches the one on my ankle." She hesitated, wondering if that meant they were somehow related and what they'd just done would suddenly be disgusting. She decided to ask anyway. "What does it mean?"

"That's my chi." He smiled at the confused expression on her face. "It's what helps me draw power. Mine is blue, because I draw power from water and ice. The closer I am to water, and the colder it is, the better my powers work."
"That's why you had a vision in the pool?" She asked, and he nodded a reply. "My chi is pink, what does that mean?"
"Well, I don't know for certain, but as they're the same shape, I'd assume you draw your powers from water too, but the colour would suggest warmer is better for you."
"I don't feel any different in water, though." Winter thought for a moment.
"Your other markings are very different." He mused as he reached for her arm. He traced his fingers over her white dragon.
"That tickles!" She giggled.
"Sorry. I think this one is the one that makes you so warm. It's a dragon, and dragons are synonymous with fire, fire is hot, and so I'd say this one controls your temperature. This one on my chest is my temperature control."

"What is it?" She asked, as she leaned in, tracing her finger around the outline and pushing her face up to his. It wasn't that this wasn't interesting, she just needed some physical attention as well as the emotional. He ignored her advances and continued with his explainations.
"It's said to be a lost cave system, but nobody knows where it was." He rested a hand on her shoulder to halt her advances. "The ancient tribes who first walked the planet are supposed to have flooded it when they migrated from the harsh cold seasons, and drained it as they returned when it was warmer. Turns of seasons passed and the tribes never returned. Without them tending to the lands, the deities froze the whole area until a time when someone else will return and tend the lands once again."
"So, you don't know?" Kaity asked, still trying to take in the myth. He breathed a laugh and she felt his cold breath brush her cheek once again.
"I guess not." She leaned in for a kiss, expecting the conversation to be over, but he started up talking, ruining yet another moment. "Your other markings are more feminine."
"I am a female..." She stated. She attempted a kiss again, but he turned his head a little. He wasn't done talking. This annoyed her, and she pushed herself to the end of the bed.

Propping himself up on one arm, he looked at her hostile posture questioningly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Carry on. I'm a female, which means...?" A look flashed across his face before he could hide it. Concern? She wasn't sure, but he carried on explaining himself anyway.
"I'd say from your..." He puzzled over his wording a moment. "Personality, that they contain pheramones. I think without realising you secrete pheramones from your pores, and this is what makes you so... Successful."
"You mean I'm a siren? I drag men from every corner and force them to please me?" Slightly hurt, she turned away.
"No, that's not what I meant. You're an attractive girl in your own right." He started crawling the distance between them. "Beautiful, infact. But the pheramones you excrete make men lose control. I assume you don't have men throwing themselves at you until you choose to go after them?" He reached her end of the bed, and wrapped an arm around her, turning her face to his.
"No. I thought that was because I'm famous." Still hurt by the reasons for her past encounters.

"Isn't it better that they're not only doing it because they want to make the papers?"
"Not if it's because I'm putting them under a spell."
"They're not under a spell. I'm not under a spell. And I showed you yesterday that someone subject to your powers can still say no." He gently kissed her, and she decided to forget about it. Pulling back just centremetres from her lips, he continued: "How else would I know you were scared yesterday?"
"I wasn't scared, maybe you were scared."
"I know the difference, I've done my research, and it was your feelings I could sense." Kaity looked at him, considering asking more, but he was so close.
"Just kiss me." She demanded, and he did as he was asked.


I hope at least some of that made sense... I'm not even sure I understand and I wrote it! I'd be willing to attempt further explainations. Maybe she'll do some research?
Seriously though, let me know if that is too much to take in or too confusing.
(It has now been 12 hours since Kaity arrived at the hotel. I think I'm going for the longest 3 days in legacy history here...) 
And, yes, Kaity does her nails and puts on all her jewelry in her sleep. I didn't notice until I'd already shot this, and I couldn't be bothered to re-do.