La Valse de Paris (Part 2)
“Tobs… Babe, wake up.”
“Idontwanna”
Your lips stretch into a small smile against her shoulder blade at her sleepy voice.
“Come on, you have to be at training in an hour. Everyone is going to be really disappointed if you don’t show up.” You continue trailing kisses on her naked back.
“But I’m so tired and it’s so early. I didn’t know Beth and Louis were going to drag us in bars after dinner.” She mumbles turning in order to face you and you drop a kiss on her nose.
“I didn’t know either.” You chuckle. “But admit you had fun.”
“Lots of! Louis really knows the best places in Paris.” Your lover offers you a lazy smile.
“He does. You still need to get up though.”
Tobin groans loudly, turning on her stomach again and buries her face in her pillow.
“Stop being a child! I know you’re excited to see the team again, so move that cute butt of yours and come help me with breakfast.”
You drop a final kiss on the back of her neck and push the cover off you.
“You think my butt is cute?” Tobin’s brown eye peek over her pillow and you know she’s smirking just from the glint in it.
“The cutest.”
You slap the butt in question as you walk towards the kitchen earning a giggling Tobin to follow you.
**
Tobin’s smile is so big when her former teammates jump on her that you can’t contain yours at the sight.
She only laughs as they fire questions at her, and you’re glad they are as happy to be reunited as she is.
“Guys, slow down… Guys!” She giggles. “You ask questions but you don’t let me the time to respond.”
“Sorry. We just missed your ugly face.” a brunette teases and you’re pretty sure you know her from the French National team.
“Thanks Sabrina, I missed you too.” Tobin smirks and from behind her you nod vigorously, making the team laugh.
“Hey Tobs, who’s the pretty lady behind you?” A blond in goal keeper gear asks with a thick accent.
Tobin eyes light up and she offers you her hand. You take it and step closer to your girlfriend, smiling shyly at the women who are all staring at you by now.
Black eyes catch your attention and you feel a cold shiver run down your spine at the flame burning in them. Tobin’s voice makes you snap your eyes away from the cold stare.
“This is Alex Morgan. She is my personal trainer.”
The smack on her arm makes the team laugh again and you blush when you hear Laure comment “in bed” between two coughs.
“I’m joking babe.” Tobin playfully winks at you before grabbing your waist and dropping a kiss on your lips.
You blush again when her former teammates begin to make catcalls, and Tobin breaks the kiss while waving them off with a smile.
From this moment to the arrival of the coaches, the players introduce themselves to you, telling you embarrassing stories about your lover, or chat happily with their former teammate, updating her with what’s been going on with the club.
However, when the coach claps his hands to get their attentions they all fall in a respectful silence. He welcomes Tobin with a big smile and assures you there is no problem if you want to train with the team too.
Clapping in his hands again he asks the team to pair up but when you turn around Tobin is already gone.
When you finally spot her on the field she’s smiling wildly while juggling a ball next to piercing black eyes who are definitely trying to shoot you with a stare.
“Wanna pair up?” A soft voice rings next to you.
You detach your eyes from the black ones and smiles down at Laure.
“Yeah sure!”
She squeals in excitement and you can’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.
**
“Okay girls, you’ve been really great today so we decided to let you have some fun.” One of the coaches announces more than an hour later and you laugh as some players fist bump the air. “Okay, so you’re going to pair up again and we’re going to do a mini-tournament of 2 vs 2.”
This time you don’t even try to look for Tobin because you know she’ll go with one of her former teammates. You’re not jealous or anything though, you know she’s too excited to play with them again. You’ll have all the time in the world to play soccer with her when you go back in Portland.
“Hey Morgan, wanna crush your girlfriend?” Laure playfully elbows your rib cage.
“Let’s win this thing.” You wink and high fives her.
You really like the girl. Training has allowed you to get to know her better and you quickly clicked with her.
When you lift your head you make eye contact with Tobin and she laughs loudly from the other side of the field as you challengingly narrow your eyes at her.
**
“GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!” Laure tackles you to the ground excitedly. “WE’RE IN FINAL BITCHES! AND YOU’RE NOT!”
She points at Marie-Laure Delie and Anja Mittag who you just beat and the both shake their heads with a chuckle at her excitement.
Your opponents shake your hands and Mittag even bows down before Laure, earning a laugh from her team.
You leave the small field to let the next players begin their semi-final. Tobin winks, mouthing a ‘see you in final’ as you pass by her.
The coach whistles and the four players start to play intensely. Everyone gasps when Tobin nutmegs Sabrina Delannoy, a satisfied smirk on her lips, and you just chuckles as your girlfriend dances after scoring a goal right after.
Her teammate jumps on her back and drops a kiss on her temple. You try to swallow the lump on your throat when black eyes find you, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach.
“Who’s she?” You murmur to Laure who is attentively watching the game, pointing to Tobin’s teammate who sends a perfect cross to your lover.
“Shirley Cruz. She plays for the Costa Rica National Team, and she is a midfielder for us. Great player, really. She’s really funny too.”
You nod, remembering seeing her in games against the Uswnt.
“I see, I think I saw her play against Tobs before. They didn’t talk though, and Tobin never told me she knew her.”
“Mhm.” Laure only hums, eyes glued to the four players.
“Don’t you think it’s weird? ‘Cause she’s really excited whenever she plays against one of you… And they seem pretty close today, why would they ignore each other when they played with their national teams?” You ponder.
“Oh that’s because they only started to talk again a few months ago.” The defender distractedly answers.
“Why did the stop talking in the first place?” You frown, shifting your attention to Laure’s face. “Tobin never told me she had had problem with a teammate.”
Laure’s eyes snap away from the game, surprise filling them.
“Wait… You really don’t know who she is?”
“That’s what I’m telling you since this conversation started yes.”
“I thought you were playing dumb. But like… you’ve never heard her name?” Laure’s eyes grow wide.
“Well just during soccer games is all. Why? Should I have?”
Laure opens her mouth slightly but a loud whistle makes her jump.
“Boulleau, Morgan, you’re up.”
The defender quickly gets up and you catch the look she sends to Tobin. Your lover frowns but her expression shifts when she sees you and she offers you a smile.
“Ready Lex?”
“You’re going down Heath.”
You catch the spark in her eyes and you roll your blue ones while you sigh.
“Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Never.” She winks while licking her lips and your heart misses a beat.
“Yo Morgan, focus! She’s distracting you.” Laure shakes your arm, breaking your stare.
You chuckle when she fakes slapping some sense out of you before kicking the ball in her feet when the whistle rings in the stadium.
Laure starts to run up the field and passes the ball to you when Tobin comes to block her way. You head for the goal, when the number 28 comes into your field of vision. You skillfully avoid the tackle and go for a cross to Laure. The ball hits the back of the net and Laure jumps in your arms to celebrate.
Tobin is quick to start the game again and you’re blown away by the connection she has with Shirley.
They pass the ball to the other with fluidity, keeping you and Laure from intercepting the ball.
You see your lover smirk and silently curse when she starts to lift her finger. You know she’s going to take the shot but you’re busy covering Shirley and Laure doesn’t seem to read what she’s about to do.
It’s a perfect curve ball and the score is now 1-1.
The game goes this way for the rest of the time and you’re tied 3-3 when the coach announces that there’s a minute left.
Laure’s head snap up and you point in front of you, silently asking her to play a long ball.
The next second she hits the ball and Tobin jumps in order to block it but it goes over her and you start to run.
You feel the other player behind you but you’re faster and when the ball lands on the ground you’re only inches away. It’s a perfect ball from Laure and you skillfully control it before arming your shot.
However, just when your foot touches the ball you feel a sharp of pain in your right ankle.
The next thing you know you’re on the ground. You instinctively grab your ankle, trying to muffle your yelp of pain when you feel the blood rushing in it.
Loud voices echo in the stadium but you catch Laure’s as she’s louder than the others.
“What were you thinking? Are you insane?” Laure yells.
“I was going for the ball.” A small voice tries to defend itself.
“That was a dirty tackle Shirley and you know it! Fuck we’re not playing a World Cup final, why would you go for a foul like that?”
“Laure calm down please.” You hear the deep voice of one of the coaches and it covers most of the voices but you still hear your lover pushing everyone aside.
“Move, let me pass!” Soon you feel a warm hand on your forehead. “Baby, are you okay? Where does it hurt?”
Slightly opening your eyes you discover Tobin’s concerned face.
“My ankle.” You manage to groan between your teeth.
“Ok sit up babe, please.”
You do as she asked, stifling a moan when you feel a new sharp of pain as you do so. Tobin carefully slips your cleat and sock off and delicately turns your feet to observe it.
“It’s not swollen yet. Can you bring some ice please?” She demands to one of the coaches.
“Do you want me to look at it?” He gently asks you.
“No it’s okay thanks. It’s just my bad ankle; I was injured multiple times so it’s really sensitive. Don’t worry there’s nothing too bad here.” You assure him with a small smile and he nods before disappearing to find ice.
“You’re sure you’re okay Lex’?”
Lifting your eyes to meet Tobin’s you noticed how darker they’ve become.
“Yes, don’t worry I’ll be perfectly fine. I just need to ice it.” You try to sooth her but you know you’ve failed when a flash of anger darkens her eyes even more.
Tobin stands up quickly and all your attempts to call her back seem to go unnoticed.
“What is wrong with you?”
Laure helps you to get up just in time to see Tobin threateningly stepping closer to Shirley, her fists clenched tightly.
“Get away from me!” The black haired girl pushes Tobin. “I’m sorry okay. I was going for the ball. It’s not my fault your little girlfriend decided to put her foot there.”
You feel the hair on your arms raise at the anger in her voice when she pronounces the word ‘girlfriend’.
“Tobin let it go.” Once again you try to stop her but she ignores you.
“Bullshit! And I thought we were okay, you disgust me.” Tobin hisses and you see the veins of her neck starting to grow visible.
“Laure, stop her please.”
The small brunette nods, letting go of your arms and Mittag comes to help you stand.
The defender is only half way when Shirley’s voice makes your heart stop.
“Oh you’re disgusted? You’re the one who cheated on me with her. I am disgusted by you!” She points to her chest before pushing Tobin away.
Just when Tobin grabs her by her jersey’s collar Laure and one of the coaches step in.
“Tobin, don’t listen to her. Alex needs you right now.” You hear Laure whispering in Tobin’s ear.
Since the words left Shirley’s mouth the world’s stopped moving around you. Your grip on Mittag’s wrist tightens when Tobin’s eyes find you. She opens her mouth slightly, eyes growing wide when she realizes what you heard.
“Alex I-“
“Don’t.” You turn your back to her. “Take me to the locker room Anja please.” You manage to mumble between your trembling lips.
“You’re sure?” She wonders with a sweet voice.
“Please.”
The familiar grip of Tobin’s large hand lands on your shoulder but you shove it.
“Lex please.”
“Not now Tobin. I heard enough.”
At the door of the stadium you risk one glance behind you to see Tobin walking up and down the field like a lion in a cage with Laure desperately trying to calm her down.
“You’re gonna be okay?” Mittag softly asks you when you’re sitting on the bench of the locker room.
“Yes thank you. You should get back there, you need to stretch.” You try to offer her a smile but fail miserably.
She slightly nods, sending you a comforting smile before walking away.
“Wait.”
Stopping she faces you, waiting for your request.
“Shirley… She really dated Tobin?”
You see the hesitation flashing in her eyes but she eventually nods.
“For how long?”
“A year.”
“Oh…”
Sending you one last comforting look the German player walks away for good.
In the silence you finally let a long sigh escape your lips and a tear roll down your cheek.
**
The players enter the locker room half an hour later and you stare at the ground to avoid their gazes.
A small hand squeezes your shoulder and you lift your eyes to see Laure’s encouraging smile.
You accept the hug she gives you and promise to see her again before you have to leave.
“Where’s Tobin?” You finally ask when she gets up to leave.
“She’s talking to the coach. She shouldn’t be long. Do you want me to wait for her with you?”
“No it’s okay. Go home, you need to rest for your game tomorrow.”
Laure nods and smiles before kissing your cheeks and leaving you with only three players in the locker room.
The three players successively follow her, waving goodbye as they pass by you and soon you’re alone.
You sigh, adjusting the ice on your ankle and decide to take a shower instead of just waiting for Tobin.
Managing to get up without putting too much weight on your ankle, you undress yourself and hop to the showers.
The hot water hits your tense muscles and you close your eyes tightly, trying to chase all your thoughts away.
You don’t know for how long you stand here, only focusing on the steady beating of your heart and the sound of the water on your skin, when two strong arms circle your waist startling you as you didn’t hear anything coming behind you.
“I’m sorry.”
You let the water wash away her words, trying to ignore the shame dripping from them.
“When were you going to tell me?”
The little pull on your waist makes you understand she’s trying to make you face her but you resist, only offering her the sight of your back.
“There was nothing to tell. I didn’t cheat on her with you. She’s lying, I promise.”
“Anja told me you two dated.” You state, your voice colder than you’ve ever heard.
“Yes… yes we did, for about a year.” She sighs, the hot air hitting the back of your neck.
“Then she’s not lying.”
“She is. I wasn’t with her when we met. Please believe me Lex, I’ve never lied to you.” She pleads in your ear and a cold drop falls on your shoulder.
“But you’ve never mentioned her.” Your voice sounds less cold as your walls start to fall at the sound of her trembling voice.
“I know… I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
You turn around, your eyes piercing in Tobin’s and you lose your composure for a second when she doesn’t break the stare but holds it with a new fire burning behind her black orbs.
“We had other stuff to take care of when we met. And after it didn’t seem important to tell you about her. She’s my past Alex. I only care about you; I don’t care about my exes.”
Her thumbs start to draw soothing circles on your lower back and her eyes shows nothing but love and regret.
“But she was here today Tobin, piercing holes in my head. You should have warned me.”
“I know, I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you. Please forgive me?”
“Laure said you started talking again a few months ago.” You ignore her question.
“Oh… Hum yeah we did.” Tobin lowers her head, avoiding your gaze.
“And it didn’t seem important either to tell me you were talking to one of your exes?” You snort, feeling your jealousy starting to burn in your stomach.
“It was nothing. She just apologized for how things ended between us and she asked if we could be friends again.”
“So you said yes.” You sarcastically chuckle.
“Yes I did. She was a big part of my life Alex. And I believed her when she said she was over us. I’m sorry for the way she acted today and for keeping things from you but you can’t ask me to stay away from the people I care about.” Tobin arms loosen their grip around your waist.
“So you do care about her.” You nod, your lips starting to tremble again.
“You know what I mean Lex. Shirley is a good person and she was a great friend of mine before things got more serious. I care for her because of all those memories. I don’t miss her as my girlfriend. I miss her as my friend. What she did today was unacceptable but I know she’s not proud of it.”
“You’re too forgiving sometimes…” You sigh, the fire of jealousy slowly fading away.
“Maybe… but I can’t help it.”
“Why did she say you cheated on her with me?”
“She… She had some trouble with letting me go I guess. I broke up with her two months before Christmas but she was still acting as though we were together.”
“You swear you weren’t with her when we started dating?” You ask with a small voice, lowering your head.
“I swear.”
You don’t need to see Tobin’s eyes to know she’s telling the truth as nothing but truthfulness fills her words when they hit the crook of your neck.
Her large hand captures your chin and she makes you look at her.
“Do you believe me?”
She doesn’t let you the time to respond and leans in, taking your bottom lip between her own. She gently bites it, pulling away just enough for you to murmur.
“Yes.”
“Do you forgive me?”
This time her tongue enters your mouth, swallowing your moan as her hands squeeze your waist, bringing your front against hers.
She detaches her lips from yours and dives in your neck, gently biting your sensitive skin before licking it.
You grip her shoulders, trying not to put too much weight on your ankle but your knees buckle when she realizes a throaty moan after you scratched her skin and you can’t help but whimper in pain.
“It still hurts.” Tobin asks with concern, circling your waist with one arm, allowing you to lean on her to avoid putting weight on your ankle.
You nod sheepishly, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.
“Then I think we should take this somewhere else.” Tobin chuckles lightly. “You’re sure you don’t want Dan to check it before we go?”
“No it’s okay. It’ll be fine by tomorrow.”
“Okay, if you say so.” Tobin drops a kiss on your temple. “Come on, lets shower and we’ll finish this conversation later.”
**
You find a pair of crutches with a small note at your doorstep and bless Laure for being thoughtful before sending her a text to thank her.
It takes a few minutes to convince Tobin that you’re fine and that you still want to go to the Grévin museum, but soon enough you’re in the subway on your way.
“I don’t understand how you can find your bearings in there. There are so many hallways and platforms. Even the signs don’t make any sense.” You chuckle as you emerge from the underground.
“Don’t forget that I lived here for two years.” Tobin responds, placing one hand on your lower back as you hop on your crutches. “And it’s not that bad; you just have to understand the logic.”
“If you say so… I think it’s this way.” You say, pointing to a small street with your crutch.
“More like…” Tobin takes your hand and turns it to the opposite way. “This way.”
“Okay Dora the Explorer, my bad.”
Tobin chuckles before leading you to the museum.
You don’t wait long before buying your tickets and soon you’re surrounded by wax characters.
Walking through a bloody scene of the French Revolution you double up with laughter when Tobin squeals after hearing a sound coming from her left.
“It’s just speakers baby, don’t worry.” You say between two laughs.
Your girlfriend just pokes her tongue out at you before walking away from the scene quickly, making you laugh again as you hop behind her.
Wax French celebrities confused you as you try to guess who they are but Tobin smiles grow big when she spots Thierry Henry, Zinédine Zidane and Fabien Barthez.
“Take a picture please; I’m gonna make Kelley believe I met them.” She says excitedly, handing you her phone.
“Babe they’re dressed with their jerseys from 1998, she’s not going to believe you…” You roll your eyes.
“Who cares, I’m sure she’s going to buy it.” She says before offering you her best smile and two thumbs up as you snap a picture. “Great! Wanna bet she’ll believe it?” She asks, while typing swiftly on her phone.
“Okay, you’re buying me dinner if she doesn’t.” You nod while starting to walk to the next statue.
“Pff, I’m always buying your food anyway… It won’t be a big change!” Tobin winks playfully and kisses your jaw before jumping away, avoiding your slap on her arm. “Ah-ah! I know you too wel- Ouch!”
You smile deviously as she rubs her butt, where you hit her with your crutch.
“Not fair…” She mumbles and you hop towards her to kiss her pout away.
The next hour is spent walking around the museum, snapping silly pictures next to George Clooney and other Albert Einstein, Elton John, or Pablo Picasso.
Your laughter fills the museum again when Tobin carefully avoids passing next to Zaltan’s statue.
She strikes the pose, dabing, next to the Pope François before sending it to her mother. This time both your laughs rings between the walls when she responds with a video of herself rolling her eyes with the message ‘You better pray tonight’ attached to it.
However you quickly leave the museum when you see a security member coming towards you after she sat on the Queen Elisabeth II’s lap, kissing her cheek.
You hop as fast as possible to the subway entrance, still laughing at the thought of Tobin’s face when she realized the security guy wasn’t happy about her antics.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson: Don’t sit on the Queen’s lap.” You chuckle when the subway’s doors close behind you.
Tobin shakes her head before sitting on an available seat. She suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you down on her.
“I’d rather have you sit on my lap.” She husks in you hear before biting your earlobe.
“You’re a horn dog, you know that right?” You sigh, faking annoyance.
“I’m not hearing you complain.” She grins, leaning back in her seat.
“Whatever.” You shrug and she chuckles, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles.
You feel something vibrate under you and take the chance to tease her.
“Tobs, your vibrator is going off.”
Your girlfriend rolls her eyes before reaching down in her pocket. She unlocks her phone and a wide smile stretches her lips as her eyes scan the screen.
“I demand lobster and champagne for dinner.”
**
“I guess McDonald’s and coke are okay too…”
**
The hotel bed dips as you jump on it with a long sigh.
“Finally!”
Tobin chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed while sipping the rest of coke in her cup.
“You’re the one who insisted on going out.” She points out.
“I didn’t say I regretted it. My ankle is just sore. I’m going to ice it.”
Sitting up you go to grab your crutches but Tobin interrupts you.
“It’s okay, I’ve got it.” She assures you, leaning in to kiss your lips before walking out of your room.
Her tan figures appears in the room again a few minutes later and she delicately press the small bag filled with ice on your ankle before lying next to you.
“Thanks.” You whisper, snuggling on her side.
You notice her sucking on something and frown.
“What are you eating?”
As an answer she opens her mouth, showing you the ice cube stuck between her teeth.
“Ew gross! How can you suck on that?” You wonder, scrunching your nose.
She shrugs, keeping sucking on the cold piece.
“It’s not bad. I like it.”
“There’s no way you can enjoy something cold like that.” You shake your head.
“Wanna bet again?” Tobin asks, a veil on her voice that you know how too well.
In a swift movement she’s hovering you, hands next to your head and a devious spark in her eyes.
She leans in, dropping an ice cold kiss on your lips and a shiver goes down your spine just from the small contact.
“I think we have a conversation to finish…” She whispers against your lips, the flame burning in her eyes contrasting with her chilly breath. “You’ve never told me if I’m forgiven.”
Her face disappears in the crook of your neck and you feel the cold tip of the ice cube runs up your throat.
“Not yet.” You manage to whisper as your fingers tangle in her hair. “You have to earn it.”
When she emerges of your neck a sly smirk is dancing on her lips as she swallows what’s left of the melted cube.
“Do I now?” She husks and you just nod, convinced that your eyes turns as dark as her own when she lifts her shirt over her head.
Tobin doesn’t let you the time to admire her perfectly sculpted torso as she leans forward again, attaching her lips to yours.
She doesn’t wait for your consent to push passed your closed lips and the feeling of the coldness stroking your tongue sends an electric shock down your core.
The warmth of her fingers caressing your sides contrasting with the coldness of her mouth is a delicious release and you push your hips into Tobin’s, seeking for more warmth.
She lets a small moan escape in your mouth at the contact before kissing her way down your neck again.
You let your fingernails scratch the bare skin of her back as she sinks her teeth in your smooth skin, her hands already struggling with the button of your jeans.
You welcome the coldness of her tongue gratefully when she traces the red mark on your collarbone, soothing the pain with open-mouth kisses.
Her smirk is palpable against your skin when she finally succeeds in unbuttoning your jeans and she sits up a little in order to slide them down your legs. She follows the fabric with her mouth, dropping kisses along your thighs, calves and ankles before letting your piece of cloth fall on the floor.
She pushes the bag of ice aside, not without taking a new fresh ice cube in her mouth before.
Her mouth trails back up your legs, dropping colder kisses where they pecked you just before, and you feel a cold blow against your core as Tobin’s face hovers it.
Your eyes rolls in the back of your head at the sensation and you unconsciously push your hips forward to try and have some contact.
Two large hands push them down against the mattress gently, before moving up to your shirt, pushing it a little only to show your bare stomach.
Tobin brushes your exposed skin with her index, and you feel it warming up just from her touch.
She smiles down at you lovingly when you let a breathless moan escape your lips as she trails the waistband of your panties before pecking your lips with so much gentleness you think you’re going to melt like the cube in her mouth.
Your skin feels like it’s on fire and you desperately try to bring Tobin’s body closer to yours but she resists and keeps the inches between the two of you.
She places a small kiss on the side of your jaw and suddenly her face isn’t near yours.
You open your eyes slightly only to close them tight as you feel an ice cold kiss against your burning stomach.
The cube runs down from the middle of your stomach to your right hip, only to travel toward your left hip and moving back up.
The cube continues its path for a few seconds and you feel your stomach clench when Tobin decides to scratch your bare thighs. Your hips buckle, longing for some attention and her chuckle rings into your ears.
“I’m really close to be forgiven?” She husks, her hands moving to your shirt again to lift it over your head.
“So close…” You sigh as she unclips your bra.
Usually you would try to change your positions, but the sensations going through your body are shutting down your brain.
You don’t have time to brace yourself for what is to come that you feel a chilly breeze against your already hard nipple.
Your hand finds the back of her neck and you hold onto her like your life depends on it when her mouth is attached to your breast.
She traces around your right nipple with the cube, her hand tracing the other with her index.
You don’t know if you’re frozen or dying from the heat anymore.
Suddenly she changes and the shock of temperatures makes you release a loud moan.
“Don’t stop please…” You whimper as she takes your nipple in her frozen mouth, stroking it with her cold tongue.
You don’t know when you started to grin against her thigh, but when her right hand passes under your panties and cups you firmly you groan loudly before sighing at the feeling of release.
Two long fingers enter you without any warning and you swear your heart stop to beat for a moment as our eyes shot open.
“Fuuuuuck”
Tobin bites the skin between your breasts as she starts to push in and out of you, the cube melted for good.
One of your hands grabs her butt, pushing her against your skin, while the other grips your pillow over your head.
All the coldness is gone and the only things you can feel are her two digits stroking your pulsing inner walls deliciously and her now hot kisses on your exposed chest.
You feel yourself getting tighter and tighter around her fingers as Tobin mouth trails up your neck, only to have you hearing her moan in your ear when you scratch her back.
“I’m so close, so close” You hold on her for dear life, your back rising from the mattress.
And all of sudden she’s gone.
“What are you do-“
The end of your phrase is strangled by a loud moan coming from the back of your throat when ice is pressed against your burning clit.
You think your hands might break as you grab the head of the bed so tightly your knuckles crack.
Hot fingers cup your breasts as the ice is still pressed firmly against your bundle of nerves and the contrast makes all thoughts leave your head.
Your legs start to feel numb as the cube melts against you, Tobin rubbing it slowly with her tongue.
Your hips humps the air, desperately seeking more contact and Tobin grants your wish, only pushing the tip of her finger in your burning entrance.
The blood starts to rush incredibly fast in your clit as the cube freezes it.
A moan blocks in your throat when the ice disappears.
Your body considerably relaxes when you feel a soft blow against your burningly cold core, soothing the tightness of your muscles.
But the feeling is short and your back arches when you feel a burning hot tongue stroking your numb clit.
Tobin’s finger is pushed deep inside you as she sucks on your bundle of nerves with a new fervor.
You sit up completely when her fingers hits the right point inside you and your legs starts to shake uncontrollably.
“Am I forgiven?” Tobin’s hoarse voice rings between your moans.
You find the strength to open your eyes only to meet her burning ones filled with nothing but love, adoration and lust.
It’s all it takes for you to fall from the edge.
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes”
**
The only sounds in the room are your panting breath and Tobin’s kisses on your hips.
Her finger eventually slips out of you and you whimper at the loss of contact.
Her mouth is gentle, slowly caressing your skin as she makes her way up.
When she reaches your throat she buries her face in your neck and you wrap your arms tightly around her as you press your nose against her shoulder, deeply inhaling her sense.
“You smell like sex.”
Her laugh makes your body vibrate and you whimper again, your skin still really sensitive.
“Well I really wonder what I did to smell like that.” She jokes, nuzzling your neck.
“Are you cheating on me?” You take a false offended voice, hoping to make her laugh again but when she emerges from your neck a slight frown is on her face.
“You know I would never do that right? To anyone and even less to you.” She murmurs, seriousness filling her eyes.
“I know babe. I was kidding.” You reassure her, brushing her wild hair out of her face.
“So… You really believe me about Shirley.”
“Of course I do.” You nod, pecking her nose.
“And you forgive me?”
“I think I’ve made it pretty clear…” You feel a blush starting to burn your cheeks and after a second Tobin chuckles before pecking your lips.
“Good.” She kisses you again with more force before backing up slightly. “I love you so much.”
She disappears in your neck again while your fingers lazily traces the muscles of her back.
“I love you too.” You sigh in contentment, a smile dancing on your lips.
Silence fills the room after your words, and you keep brushing Tobin’s back as she slowly drop small kisses on your skin.
“Oh, and I won again.”
You frown, confused.
“What?”
“You definitely love the cold.”