Taming the Ice Queen

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3)Alex wandered slowly with his bag over his shoulder, ambling to class. The sun was punishing but he could take it. He in fact reveled in the heat and radiant energy for his own reasons. He sucked in and savored the energy beating down on him, feeling it infuse ever cell of his body with warmth.

The pretty, but weird, little ice queen was close and closing fast. She was entirely too much fun to pass up, so he slowed further, allowing her to close the distance faster.

She hesitated for a moment behind him when he changed speeds and then rushed forward to catch him, at her still rapid but apparently unrushed pace.

When she ran into him, Rose strode with prideful purpose, and playfully challenged, “We meet again, normal! What are the odds?”

Alex arched a brow at her and examined her appearance. She must have been really enjoying the cooling presence of her power in the summer heat. While everyone else was drenched in sweat, she was strutting comfortably in a frosty light blue gown, with her hair-frosted a cold white and icicle nails again, showing off a lot of skin in the late summer heat.

He quipped, “Probably about the odds of running into each other again after telling you yesterday that I eat there every day at that time, and then walk this same path at the same time, every day.”

She started tailing after him. She amiably chattered about being in prison as a robber, how she just picked the lock, froze the bars and walked out. She speculated nonchalantly, “You know I'm a villain and can do as I please. I've got special rules because I'm such a badass little b***h! My cheater-ass boyfriend was messin' with my friend and he gave my ring to my friend, after I caught his cheater-ass 'n her cheatin'. I beat their asses an' took my ring back that he gave me. It didn’t help that I stabbed him with a pen.” She spoke with an arrogant confidence that got a little more heated as she dove deeper into her story as they walked, “’course that lyin' little b***h said it was hers an' with me knockin' the s**t outta them both 'n cuttin' him, they lied together 'n said I robbed 'em!” She shrugged and continued, like they were both the only people on the busy sidewalk, “So they parked my ass in the pen.

“Then when the powers thing came, and well, 'happened', I figured out that I could turn tumblers and use ice to pry open bars or freeze and c***k locks, doors, stone and bars. After that they could pretty much not keep me anymore, if I didn’t wanna be kept.”

Alex nodded and commented, “Interesting talent.”

“It comes in useful.” She continued, “My mother got in trouble when she was young but walked a few years later on a technicality my smart daddy found in her case; she thanked him repeatedly by throwing her p***y at him every day. My grandmother escaped when she was 20 and hid out for decades. Nobody ever had the balls to track her down and catch her to bring her back for her escape. I’ve even got a bunch of aggravated and murderer women in my family. I come from a long line of bad girls.” She leaned forward, displaying her ample cleavage in her plunging neckline, and mocked, “Does that turn you on, or scare you to the point of wanting to run and hide?”

Alex confessed, “A little of the first.” She looked a little confused that he chose that of her two options, unexpectedly, and then he offered, “Bad girls make great women.”

She stopped in her tracks, causing Alex to look back, as she suddenly fell behind. She dropped her hand to hip, hunched her shoulder irritably and scowled, before challenging, “Oh yeah! How so?”

Alex shrugged, teasing her with a non-answer, and walked past her towards class.

She growled, but did not bother to give chase.

Alex's next step aborted in his shoe as his soles stuck to the pavement trapped in ice. He caught himself before lashing out, biting his teeth together to exhale extra patiently. He had to shove dark rage filled things back into their compartmentalized boxes deep in the shadowed parts of his mind, where those dark things people did not talk about lived. The adrenaline surge in his body did not help that painstakingly difficult task.

She caught up to him with a confident but angry swagger. She challenged, from right under his nose, “Mister! Don't you ever walk away from me when I'm speaking to you!”

Alex tried to take another step, but the absurd August-ice refused to yield from the hot sidewalk. She was powerful, but he already knew that before the first moment he saw her.

She was so irritated that she repeated herself a second time and then demanded, “Don't turn your back on me when I'm talking to you! I asked you, 'how so'!”

Irritated right back at her, Alex challenged with his stuck feet, “No. You'll let me go, I'll answer, and then you let me go to class after I answer; no matter how much my answer pisses you off.”

The little chola rolled her shoulders at the direct challenge to her honor, like she was getting ready to throw punches in the hood. Her head bobbed side to side while her teeth clenched and jaw muscles visibly worked. She was pissed off and frustrated in her rage, but also curious. She finally growled, “I should leave you stuck to the sidewalk in a block of ice for talkin' s**t to me, normal!” She finally accepted, “Fine! I'll let you go, no matter your answer!”

Frustrated that she was not listening, Alex corrected, “No, let me go, and then I answer regardless of my answer and then no matter what, I go to class!”

Her eyes narrowed to frosty brown slits and she threatened, “Don't push me, normal! I'll leave you in a block of ice until next spring!”

Alex sighed, shrugged, looked at the time on his phone and looked back to her expectantly. He was daring her, and playing a dangerous game of brinksmanship with a powerful woman. It was exciting, risky, but fun and exciting.

With her still uncomfortably close, his look at the time must have reminded her of her own class. She growled threateningly in her throat, “Fine! I'm too curious for my own good! I always have been!” She quickly added, “I need to get to class, so make it fast.”

Her power rapidly receded, freeing his feet.

Alex exhaled slowly to calm his answer, stepping each foot by raising heel and toes to test her sincerity, and then let her have it, “A 'bad girl' turns into a good woman with a strong hand wrapped in her hair, bending her over submissively, so that he can take her saddle and ride her until she is so exhausted from f*****g that she can't think of being bad anymore, or anything else for that matter; f*****g her so well she forgets her first name. Then once he has f****d her into twitching-screaming-orgasmic submission, she will beg for his attentions again and again, because she has finally found what she is looking for. She knows that she only acts badly, because she is at her core a sensitive, loving, loyal and devoted woman, who has been hurt repeatedly by inferior male jackasses, but she is still begging for a man strong enough to break through her defenses, find her core, love her with undying ferocity, treat her right, and never let anyone else ever hurt her again.”

Rose's mouth worked as her breath caught and she blinked a few times, she finally mumbled, “I'm gonna kick your ass for that, tease!”

Alex resumed walking, looked sideways at the troublesome little woman at his side, “I'm sure you would enjoy that, but you made a promise and we need to get to class.” She was entirely too much fun to let slide, even as brash and untamed as she was; there was just something about her that was irresistible.

She growled at the reminder and threatened him again, “This isn't over 'normal'! If I didn't have to worry about my own class right now, you'd be in trouble.”

He bit his teeth together again, pulling his lips tight, so he did not speak as he nodded his understanding.