[Spoiler: No actual sex occurs. This is a foreplay piece. 18+ rule for smut still applies though.]
“Y’know…I’ve been thinking…”
Samus turned to face Rundas. Even without her armor, there was a look in her eyes that made him feel a bit intimidated, though they were the furthest thing from enemies.
“If we’re going to be together…isn’t it kind of a problem that we have such different body temps?”
“I seem to remember this relationship being your idea,” Samus replied. “Having second thoughts?”
“Well, you’re a human,” Rundas stated. “Humans always complain about the cold. And they can’t touch ice without hurting their skin. So how do we…”
“Rundas,” Samus began, as though she were explaining something to a novice. “I can handle the cold.”
“I’m not just cold,” Rundas insisted. “And you’re warm. Really warm. So what if we touch without our suits and it hurts us?”
Samus raised one hand, extending it towards his face. “Then why don’t we see for ourselves?”
She couldn’t quite reach his face because of the difference in their heights. Before he’d really weighed the pros and cons, Rundas found himself bowing to her level and gently pressing his face into her palm.
At first, the heat made him recoil in surprise. Without his own insulating suit, her body heat felt more intense.
“Too much?”
“No,” Rundas answered hastily. “I’m…it didn’t burn. What about you?”
“You pulled back so quickly, I barely had time to register it.”
“Can I try again?”
“Yes.”
So Rundas leaned in again. He paused right before her hand, taking in a deep breath and steeling himself for the warmth. He felt it radiating from her flesh, an ambient heat like sunlight. From this distance, it was soothing. He shouldn’t have found it soothing, as sensitive to heat as his kind were, but it was as though the cold radiating from his body was cooling the warmth from hers to a much more tolerable degree.
Samus felt much the same. She could feel the cold seeping into her skin, but her own body heat dulled its bite. It felt less like bitter, icy air and more like a soothingly cold compress on aching muscles.
After adjusting to the heat, Rundas once again gently pressed his face into her palm. This time he did not flinch away, resisting the urge to avoid the heat. He leaned in further, letting it seep into his skin. Nuzzling against the calloused flesh of her hand as though greeting an old friend.
Samus kept her hand there, savoring the cold. Leaning in and watching her breath become clouds of steam against his body, and his breath become smoke-like wisps of vapor against her body. Was it her imagination, or was he getting colder? She was beginning to feel warmer, herself.
Samus moved her hand, sliding it downwards to caress her partner’s chin. He sighed contentedly, closing his little yellow eyes. She smiled just the slightest bit. He was…cute, in a way. She didn’t normally think about things like aesthetic appeal, but he was. Like this, anyway. Figuratively melting into her warm touch.
“Can I…,” Rundas breathed. “Can I touch you…more?”
“Go ahead,” Samus replied. She realized she’d started hoping that he would.
Rundas brushed one hand through her hair, dusting it with frost and raising goosebumps upon the back of her neck. Slowly, hesitating, his hand moved to her upper back. Both of them gasped. Subconsciously, Samus pressed her legs closer together. She knew where she wanted to go from here, but…though he weathered her warm touch well enough, could he really withstand unshielded intercourse with a warm-blooded being? And just exactly how cold could he get? If there was a not insignificant chance that he might become too frigid during sex, she could sustain frostbite or possibly even become stuck, and unable to remove herself without injuring both of them. No, until they’d better prepared themselves, there was just too much risk.
That was when Rundas pulled away, shaking his hand like it had been mildly burned. “Haahh…Sorry,” he rasped. “I was getting too hot. But I…we could do this again, sometime.”
“...Yes,” Samus replied. “We could.”
The two of them turned then, and retreated to their own secluded areas of the ship. Samus leaned against the wall, letting the cool metal preserve the cold that lingered in her body. Her hand was still cold from holding his face. Cold enough to soothe the warmth from between her thighs which now begged for attention. She found herself wondering--as she slid herself down the wall and moved her frigid hand down her waist--if he would pleasure himself with the lingering warmth in his hand as well.
It’s still not cold enough to make my favourite Frozen Bubbles…
Luckily I have about a million hours (kidding/not-kidding) of me making them from this time last year ❄️🤪❄️ And now I’m glad I seized those moments.
Actually I don’t seize those moments. They seize me. When I’m in Nature, sorry for the cliche, but time really does stand still. Nature is my real life fairytale. It doesn’t matter that it’s freezing outside. Although my numb toes and fingertips tell me a different story once I come inside. 🥶
It makes me realize the importance of stopping and doing things when they show up. It’s easy to push things off to when we think we’ll have more time, more energy, more everything!
We have now. This moment. Let’s make the best of it.
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