Page 16 of Frozen Hearts

“I think I can abide by those terms,” Willow laughed.

Mel followed Sushi and Willow inside. In the air conditioning of Willow’s home Mel felt cold for the first time. She wrapped her arms around herself. Willow noticed the move almost immediately.

“Here. Let me get you some dry clothes,” Willow offered.

She disappeared down the hallway. When Willow came back she was carrying sweat pants and a hoodie.

“Just put your wet clothes in the dryer. It’s in the closet beside the bathroom,” Willow directed.

Willow directed Mel to the bathroom down the hallway. Mel disappeared, clothes in hand. She turned on the light in the bathroom and looked around. Pale blue walls with soft white towels and artisan hand soap greeted her eyes. There was something strangely intimate about being in Willow’s home. How had they gone from yelling at each other to Mel wearing Willow’s sweatpants over the course of the day? Life could be a funny series of events. Mel undressed and slid into the comfortable warm clothes. Mel noted that she and Willow were practically the same size. She put her wet clothes in the dryer on her way back down the hall and started it.

Willow was in the kitchen. She had changed clothes as well. Willow wore black yoga pants and a white t-shirt, neither of which left much to the imagination. Mel swallowed hard. Willow turned and gave her a wide smile.

“Oh, there you are,” Willow said simply. The statement made Mel feel strangely at home. As if there was nowhere else she should have been other than in Willow’s kitchen.

“What are we making tonight?” Mel asked with a smile.

“Well, I have the supplies needed to make spaghetti. Is that okay with you?” Willow asked.

“More than okay. I love spaghetti.”

“That’s wonderful news. The water is already boiling so why don’t you put the pasta in,” Willow directed.

Mel worked around the kitchen. Occasionally, she and Willow would bump into one another. Working in a cafe meant that Mel was adept at navigating tight kitchen spaces with multiple humans. Mel checked the noodles and found that they were done. She moved them to an eye of the stove that wasn’t turned on. Willow was finished with the sauce and handled it similarly.

“I guess that takes care of that,” Willow smiled. Mel could swear there was a fondness in her tone that hadn’t been there before.

Mel smiled at Willow. There was something about the adventure of finding Sushi that had endeared them to each other. Willow opened the cabinets above the stove and reachedhigh to pull down a couple plates. Mel watched and appreciated the stretch of fabric tight across Willow’s chest. Willow caught her looking and blushed. Mel looked away guilty at having been caught in the act of checking Willow out. Her previous beliefs that Willow was cold and frigid seemed farther away by the second. Mel carried her plate over to the table and set it down. When she turned she was surprised to find Willow’s eyes were scanning her body. She supposed turnabout was fair play.

There was a thrumming ache forming between Mel’s thighs. Mel was determined not to listen to her body on this one. After all she and Willow had only barely moved from tolerating each other to liking one another. Now wasn’t the time to throw sex into the mix. Mel turned back to the table. She was about to sit down when she heard Willow’s voice behind her.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” Willow asked. Mel turned to see what she was offering and bumped hard into Willow.

Willow held an already poured glass of wine and Mel watched as the liquid sloshed in the glass. On instinct Mel reached out and cupped both of her hands around the glass keeping it steady. Not a drop spilled out.

“We really are pretty clumsy together aren’t we?” Mel teased. She took the glass from Willow and set it on the table. As she turned back around she was surprised to find Willow closer to her than before.

“Yes, we are,” Willow rasped the words out.

Willow’s hand rose to brush a strand of auburn hair out of Mel’s face, tucking it behind her ear. Together they moved forward. Two magnets drawn together by forces outside of their control. Their lips met in the middle. Willow’s lips were softer and more welcoming than had expected. Mel felt a jolt of electric current run through her body as she gave herself wholly over to Willow’s kiss.

Chapter 8

Willow hadn’t intended to kiss Mel. Something about the woman had drawn her in. Now she stood with Mel pressed perilously against her kitchen table kissing the life out of her. Every alarm bell in Willow’s mind was going off. But their lips were fused together and Willow saw no reason to pull away.

There was an intensity in Mel’s kiss that Willow hadn’t expected. They were both filled with need, taking from, and giving to one another in turn. Willow took Mel’s bottom lip in between her teeth and gave it a tiny bite. Mel didn’t pull away, instead she surged forward more powerfully than before. Mel’s tongue slid inside Willow’s mouth. Willow swallowed a groan at the heightened pleasure growing between her thighs.

Mel’s hands landed on Willow’s hips and pushed her gently backwards. They traveled through the kitchen and down the hallway. Willow pressed Mel against the wall. Her hands slid up Mel’s shirt skimming the sensitive skin underneath. She felt Mel’s body tighten then relax. Willow pulled the shirt over Mel’s head and left it discarded on the floor. She did the same with her own shirt. Mel’s hands slid up her torso to Willow’s breasts.Willow pulled off her bra before unclasping Mel’s. She watched as Mel’s breasts became fully exposed. Mel’s nipples stood erect already.

Willow’s core ached with anticipation. She led Mel down the hallway to her bedroom. Willow gave Mel a gentle push, watching as she fell backwards onto her bed. Willow hooked her fingers under the sweatpants Mel wore, helping the woman take them off.

Willow was usually cautious to a fault. But tonight, she wanted Mel. Willow pushed Mel’s thighs apart. The move earned her a moan from Mel. Willow dropped to her knees at the end of the bed. She kissed her way up Mel’s thigh until she found her center. Mel was already wet as Willow spread her apart further. Mel gasped but pushed her body towards Willow’s waiting mouth. Willow’s lips found Mel’s clit and wrapped around it. She gave a tiny suck and watched as Mel bucked her hips.

Willow’s tongue encircled Mel’s clit, making fast circles. Willow slid two fingers inside Mel curling them at the end. Mel groaned as her orgasm hit her. Willow watched the gentle spasms of Mel’s body and felt a sense of accomplishment. Mel lay back on the bed for a moment, arms spread wide. Willow watched the rise and fall of Mel’s chest. She hadn’t played with Mel’s nipples nearly enough.Next time,she said to herself. Willow pushed the thought away immediately. There was no indication that there would be a next time.

After a couple of seconds Mel sat up on her elbows. She directed her gaze to Willow. Mel’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Why are you still on the floor? Get up here with me,” Mel demanded.