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Tavra landed with a soft thump on the deck of Onica’s ship. She stood for a moment to catch her breath. It was cold, really cold. So cold she could see her breath. It didn’t bother her, though. With soft steps she walked up to the door of Onica’s cabin. Using her finger she knocked and waited. Less than a second later, the door opened and Tavra was hit with a wave of warmth and the strong smell of drying herbs and spices. Onica beamed seeing her princess.
“You’re late.”
She teased, reaching out to pull Tavra inside.
“Nice to see you, too.”
Tavra remarked, letting her pull her in. Tavra shrugged off her clock and leaned in to hold Onica’s face in her hands. The moment her fingertips touched her Sifa’s face, Onica yelped and swatted Tavra’s hands away. Tavra frowned, “What?”
Onica rubbed her cheeks and gave Tavra a scrunched up face.
“Your hands are freezing!”
Tavra looked down and rubbed her hands together.
“No they’re not.”
“Yes, they are!”
“No.”
“Feel them!”
Tavra lifted her hands to her face and touched her cheeks.
“They don’t feel cold.”
Onica glared at her.
“Well they are, you just don’t know it.”
Tavra smirked and reached for Onica. The Far-Dreamer shrieked and pushed Tavra away.
“Don’t touch me until you aren’t a block of ice anymore!”
Tavra laughed and reached for her again. Onica stepped back and a sly look crossed her face.
“Fine, if you like the cold so much, you can stay outside!”
She opened the door and pushed Tavra out into the cold, shutting the door in her face. Tavra burst out laughing. Once she got control of herself, she knocked on the door.
“Onica, can I come in?”
“No.”
Onica’s voice came from the other end of the cabin, near the fire.
“Please, I’ll be good.” Tavra leaned her forehead on the door and made herself sound as whiny as possible. There was silence on the other side of the door.
“Do you promise not to touch me until you are warmed up?” Tavra crossed her fingers and smirked.
“I promise.” There were footsteps and the door opened just a crack. Onica eyed her lover through the space.
“Hi, can I come in? I promised to be good.”
Tavra leaned on the door frame and batted her eyes.
“Yes, but the cold stays outside.”
Onica opened the door and let Tavra inside. Big mistake on her part. The moment Onica closed the door, Tavra attacked. The Sifa shrieked as Tavra slipped her hands into her dress, pressing her cold hands on Onica’s waist. Onica pulled away and punched Tavra in the arm.
“Hey! What was that for?” Tavra rubbed her arm and frowned.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me until you were warm! You liar!”
Onica pushed her back but Tavra caught her wrists.
“I didn’t lie, I promised to be good, not wait to touch you. You’re asking too much.”
Onica blushed and snaked her hands up Tavra’s arms.
“Fine. You win.” She pressed a kiss to Tavra’s lips but pulled away.
“What is it this time?” Tavra laughed.
“Ugh, even your lips are cold! I’m not kissing someone with cold lips.” Onica turned her back on Tavra and folded her arms, pouting. Tavra chuckled and wrapped her arms around Onica’s waist.
“Then help me warm them.” She whispered into her lover's ear. Onica let out an annoyed mmm but she turned around.
“And just how do I do that?” She teased. Tavra leaned closer, so close her lips touched Onica’s when she spoke.
“Like this.”
Tavra pressed her lips softly to Onica’s. The Sifa let out a hum of approval. Tavra picked her up and carried her to the bed. They burrowed under the blankets, kissing as the fire burned on and the herbs swayed overhead, leaving the cold outside.