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Fire And Ice
By : Saber0
Category: 1 through F > Arrow
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This is a much stronger story than the first part. I'm moving so it might be a while before I can get a final draft of part 3. I still have no editor, so feel free to comment.
Fire and Ice Part 2: Unanticipated Solutions
It was now second nature for Caitlin Snow to take careful stock of her surroundings when she awoke. It was important to recognize where she was and start figuring out how to get home. Unfortunately, Killer Frost’s new hobby had considerably ratcheted up the difficulty.
For one thing, Caitlin was completely naked. Even before she opened her eyes, she could feel the cool air caressing her skin. She should have ached from her posture and recent exertion, but the one advantage of sharing a body with Killer Frost was that her metahuman physiology recovered quickly. Unfortunately, none of Frost’s superpowers included cleaning up after herself.
Her hair was a tangled mess that almost completely shielded her view. Various bodily fluids were smeared across her breasts, thighs and backside and the now-familiar flavor of semen lingered in her mouth. She could feel more slowly thawing inside of her and growled in frustration. This was the second time this month that she had been left like this.
Lurching to her feet, she scanned the filthy motel room until she found a target for her ire. Snoring away, with his wrists still tied to the bed frame was Mick Rory. The sheet had been shredded to form his bonds and there was no attempt at modesty. His body was mostly hairless, either by design or from frequent heat-searing, which only drew her attention to his swollen muscles and down to his limp penis.
Despite herself, a part of Caitlin started to tingle and she tried to dismiss it as the after-effects of Killer Frost’s heightened brain chemistry. She felt her thighs squeeze together slightly on their own and tried to resist the euphoric echoes. She was retaining a little more after each switch, but it was a far cry from any sort of communication or clear memory. It was more like she got flashes of emotion and sensation: a nip at a nipple, the satisfaction of a tightly tied knot, the exhilaration of the first kiss of the night, the sound of his voice when he first enter—
Caitlin shook her head and patted her face. Thinking like that was going to achieve nothing more than returning Killer Frost to the driver’s seat. She had to focus and get out of here before she did something stupid to that chunk of manhood right in front of her. Mick was actually still flaccid, but Killer Frost’s memories were starting to provide suggestions that her imagination was filling in. With icy resolve, she turned her attention away from his nakedness.
Looking around the room, she could see none of Killer Frost’s or her own clothing. This was admittedly difficult as the furniture and even the walls were scattered, cracked and slightly frosted. In the end, she threw Mick’s leather jacket over her shoulders. It was long enough to cover her bare butt-cheeks and warm enough to shake off a lingering chill. It smelled of sweat and smoke, but that was Mick’s preferred aftershave and she was beginning to find it familiar—almost comforting.
Remembering that she was angry, Caitlin shook his foot violently while holding the jacket closed with her other hand. “Mick,” she hissed, “Mick! Wake up, you jerk.”
After a minute, he snorted and blinked. “Wha—” His eyes focused. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want? Frosty may not sleep but I need it after that.” Completely unabashed by his predicament, he tilted his head so that his captured hand could scratch his nose.
“She also can’t get pregnant but I can. What happened to the thermal condom I designed for you?” This was the fourth or fifth time (the whole weekend of Barry’s wedding was still a little fuzzy) Frost and Mick had gotten together. It was clear that this was more than just a fling and also clear that Caitlin was the only one who worried about taking precautions. Just because she had given whatever this was her tacit approval did not mean she enjoyed helping them.
“Yeah, well, we did it more than once.” He looked ready to drift off again, but then opened one eye and asked, “Why can’t you just go on the pill?”
“I did but it takes time. Besides, I’m not sure how effective it’s going to be with her…her.” So far testing indicated that if anything, the hormonal changes were going to be more dramatic. All signs were that her periods were going to be minimal or non-existent and it was almost shocking that something about Killer Frost was going to benefit Caitlin directly.
When his eyes closed, she shook him again, and managed to ignore how his dick trembled invitingly. “Mick, where are her clothes?”
“Didn’t bring any.”
“What?” her voice was a whispered shriek.
“She stripped off at the bar. Or maybe it was in the park. I’m not sure, we had sex in a lot of places last night.”
Her fists shook in impotent rage, which unfortunately let his jacket fall open to reveal her cleavage. Mick’s eyes snapped open instantly and she blushed furiously while turning away. It was almost flattering that he was still trying to peek at her after he had already seen and enjoyed Killer Frost’s identical charms.
Caitlin fixed her features into a stern dismissal. “I’m borrowing the jacket. I’ll give it back before you leave this time period.” As she found the room phone on the floor, she could feel his stare slide up her legs and tried to tug the coat lower.
It took a moment to pick it up without further exposing herself, and then she found herself with a new dilemma. Of the numbers that she could remember without her cell phone, one was the land line to the house she had grown up in. Another was Cisco’s cell-phone and she would rather he never, ever find out about this entire situation. The laboratory extension at Star Labs would only reach Harry, who still had the face of a confessed murderer. Besides, it was too early in the morning to deal with his judgmental condescension. That left Barry’s cell, but as he was currently incarcerated, she was out of luck.
Except…he had not taken his phone with him and there was a chance that Iris would pick it up. She did say she wanted us to be better friends, Caitlin mused. And if there’s anything I need more than a ride and a shower, it’s someone to talk to.
She was in luck and Iris answered on the fourth ring.
“This is Barry Allen’s phone. He…that is, I—” Iris’ stress and barely contained worry doubled down on her guilt, but Caitlin was entirely out of options.
“Iris, it’s Caitlin. I’m having a bit of a Killer Frost morning. I don’t suppose you can pick me up from—” She parted the blinds and read the poorly maintained neon sign in the early morning light, “—the Centro-lodge Motel?”
Thankfully, there was only a minute or two of confused silence while Iris adjusted. “Yes. Let me get dressed.” There was some rustling and faint tapping. “GPS says twenty minutes.”
“You’re a lifesaver, Iris.”

Iris barely raised an eyebrow at Caitlin’s apparel and carefully bit back any questions. Other than checking on her general health, Iris was silent though the drive back to Caitlin’s apartment and was patiently sipping tea when Caitlin emerged from a lengthy hot shower. Caitlin knew it would only be a matter of time before Iris’ native curiosity won out, but she had needed that time to become more herself and to decide just how honest she was going to be.
There was a second cup of tea waiting for her and Caitlin murmured her thanks as she stirred in some honey. The fluffy white bath towel was warm and comforting and did almost as much to calm her nerves. Soaking in the heat of the water and scrubbing away the stains of Killer Frost’s fun had become almost a ritual that helped her reaffirm her own identity.
Caitlin sighed at the soothing drink and finally met Iris’ deep brown eyes. There was no sign of the hungry curiosity that meant Iris was on a story, only pain and concern. While most of it had to be for Barry, it looked like some of her worries were saved for Caitlin.
“So…do you want to talk about it?”
She frowned and nodded. “Killer Frost and I are still reaching an equilibrium. She’s able to stay out for longer and is developing her own interests and identity.”
“Beyond just being your evil twin?”
“It’s more like she’s my id unrestrained, all emotions and impulse. Although sometimes it seems like she’s just a magnification of any emotion I’m repressing.” She shrugged, “With everything that happened in the past few years, I’ve been repressing a lot.”
“I can’t blame you, but it’s not healthy to keep it all inside, even when you don’t have a murderous supervillain sharing headspace.” Iris reached out and patted Caitlin’s hand. “I don’t know what we would do if Barry and I did not have each other.” The unspoken emphasis was that their bond was strong enough to withstand their current separation.
“Things would be easier if we could communicate—all I get are flashes of emotion and lately, fragmented memories—but I feel deep down that we both know we’re sharing this body. I can’t really be upset if she wants her own life. It’s just that sometimes, I get the feeling that lately she’s enjoying rubbing my nose in it.”
“In what?” Caitlin looked away, but Iris read something in her body language. “Oh, no.” Iris started giggling behind her hand, “Does Killer Frost have a boyfriend?” A beat later she asked rather more seriously, “How does that even work?”
“She can control her temperature well enough to not freeze his dick off, if that’s what you mean,” Caitlin snapped. “And I don’t think either one of them is big into formal attachments. Or monogamy.”
Iris reached out again and held Caitlin’s hand until she looked her in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I guess this isn’t a laughing matter for you. It’s just, I don’t know who’s crazy enough to…date Killer Frost. How did that even happen?”
Caitlin realized Iris was right, she had to talk to someone and Iris had more than earned some trust. “It was a drunken hookup at your wedding.”
“Oh. My. God.” Iris’ smile went from mischievous to surprised excitement. “Was it one of Oliver’s friends? The Legends?” Again, something in Caitlin’s expression gave her away. “Oh no, was it Jax? Ray?” Iris’ eyes widened. “HEATWAVE?”
Caitlin could feel the blush burning on her face and upper chest. Thankfully, she had long ago learned that she could not die of sheer embarrassment and that it was not an emotion that triggered Killer Frost.
“I thought that jacket looked familiar. And it does make a twisted kind of sense.” Iris was clearly fighting to keep a straight face. “I see how this could be awkward, but look, you’re right, she’s her own person. Once you set out some ground rules—”
“Iris.” Caitlin cut her off. “That’s not the whole problem. Or even the whole story.” This was the point of no return and she swallowed, trying to moisten a throat dry with tension. “It wasn’t Killer Frost that had drunken wedding sex…it was me.”
“What?” Iris’ laughter died instantly.
“I was a little jealous of you and Barry and it had been a while since I had…been intimate. I guess the open bar lowered my inhibitions enough that I made a pass at Mick.” Seeing that Iris was short of witty comments, she plunged on. “I’m still fuzzy on the details, but apparently while I was the one that seduced him, Killer Frost…finished the job.”
“That’s…a hell of a twist, Caitlin. I did not know you felt that way about Mick.”
“I don’t! At least, I don’t think so.” She scrunched up her nose in frustration. “I mean, physically, he’s…but personality wise…” Caitlin leveled a threatening glare. “Do not say ‘super-villain fetish’.”
“Never even crossed my mind,” Iris lied convincingly.
“The fact is, this whole episode revealed that I’m the one who can’t have sex.”
“Pardon?”
“Who’d have guessed that I’m the frigid one, right?” Seeing Iris’ continued confusion, Caitlin explained, “While we’re both getting better at transforming on purpose, its triggered by particularly strong emotions on my part. I can call her up at will by thinking about things that make me angry or afraid and embracing that power that comes with that emotion. You’ll have to ask her how she returns to me; Killer Frost does not share my interest in careful methodology. The point is, in my case, while I can choose to transform, particularly strong emotions can force the issue.
“Emotions like lust.”
Comprehension dawned. “So, you’re saying you can’t…” Iris gestured toward the lap of Caitlin’s robe.
“Well, I can start the race, even hug a few curves, but as soon as things near the finish line, Killer Frost gets the driver’s seat.”
Iris winced in sympathy. “So, you’re getting all the work up and the cleanup, but none of the fireworks.”
“And I think it’s starting to drive me crazy.” Caitlin could hear the haunted tones in her own voice. “It wasn’t really a problem until recently. I don’t know if it’s because I wasn’t aware of it, or if it’s because she’s having a lot more sex, but I get aroused at the drop of a hat. I’m positive she knows and stuff like this morning is her way of rubbing it in.”
“Can you at least masturbate?”
“Tried it one night, late at the labs. Frost made a video on my phone.” Caitlin declined to mention that the first time she saw Frost’s pale fingers stroking her pearlescent pussy, she had licked the remnants of the juices from their fingers and nearly had a relapse. Or the fact that she still periodically checked the folder for more salacious updates. There was a temptation to live vicariously through Killer Frost that was undercut by the fact that she could not actually finish enjoying her self-porn.
She sat there, stewing in her own impotence and watching Iris’ face for any sign of condemnation or pity. Instead, her elegant brows were knit in speculation and her plump lips pursed in a slow breath. Caitlin’s eyes slowly slid down her graceful neck toward the disheveled neckline of Iris’ shirt. It was clear that in her hurry to dress, Iris had skipped her bra. Barely bustier than Caitlin, her nipples rose and protruded through the fabric with each breath. Caitlin idly wondered if the direction this conversation had gone had turned Iris on. More importantly, was she panty-less as well as braless?
As her imagination started to extend that thought, she realized where her mind had drifted and clamped down. The last thing she needed was to unleash a horny Killer Frost on Iris. I guess that answers any questions I had about latent bi-curiosity.
Further worries were cut off by Iris laughing quietly to herself. “Caitlin. I think I have some kind of solution to your problems.”
Caitlin uncrossed her legs, painfully aware of the slight dampness on the bottom or her robe. “You have my full and undivided attention.”
“So, the real problem isn’t that Killer Frost is fucking Mick Rory, it’s that you can’t.” Caitlin sputtered and tried to clarify, but Iris brushed her off. “Shush, I’m onto something here. What we really need is a way for you to orgasm without becoming Killer Frost. Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you spend all of last year trying to come up with ways to repress her?”
“Well, yes, but none of them worked.” Caitlin’s momentary excitement dimmed down and thankfully, seemed to be taking her libido with it. “The pendant was a stop-gap measure and even if it wasn’t broken, my genetics have stabilized. My current problem is more biochemical and psychological.”
Iris was grinning and there was a wickedness to that expression that Caitlin had never seen before. “Not what I was thinking. How about the meta-restraining cuffs?”
Caitlin blinked slowly. Surprise and incredulity warred with her scientific analysis. “…yes…technically. They should completely prevent the manifestation of any exotic energies, including those which enable the change into Killer Frost.” Iris was still grinning at her and Caitlin found herself responding until she reached the logical conclusion. Blushing furiously, she tried to glare at Iris but was rebuffed by the other woman’s exuberance. “You realize I’d have to have sex while handcuffed.”
Iris tisked, “It’s not that unusual, Caitlin.” Memories of Mick’s muscled body spread out across the motel bed arose and then were squashed by the realization of Iris’ knowing tone.
“Iris West-Allen,” she teased, “You are a much naughtier girl than I would have thought.”
“When you’re a daughter to a cop, there are plenty of hand-cuffs lying around to play with.”
“You and Barry?”
“On occasion.” Her flirty wink sent a thrill down Caitlin’s spine. And other southward parts. “Although when I was younger, I did dabble in some self-experimentation.” She looked Caitlin up and down, “Although to look at you, you’re going to need a partner to really let go.”
For a second, Caitlin thought that Iris was going to volunteer. Images of their bodies—dark and light, entwined in passion—filled her head. Iris did have such lovely lips and Caitlin’s nipples ached at the thought of her using them. While they were of similar builds and Caitlin was actually an inch or two taller, Iris exuded such confidence that it was all too easy to imagine her taking charge. Even without her hands pinned, Caitlin would be helpless before her as those gentle fingers traced all along her sensitive spots. Slowly, gently working out years of stress; building up within her, helpless to resist, but free to give in to the pleasure. With no Frost, no worries, no fears, nothing but Iris’ firm control over Caitlin’s body. Climbing ever higher toward that peak, until…
Caitlin realized she was almost panting. She had been lost within her fantasy and Iris’ eyes for at least a minute. It might be wishful thinking, but Iris looked just as distracted and Caitlin wondered if their minds had followed the same track. Iris was newly married, but without her husband; she too had to be feeling the pangs of loneliness and an unsated libido. Yet, Caitlin did not want to put this upon her. Their friendship was still new and it would be a betrayal to abuse it. Besides, it was not like there was not another willing candidate in town.
“I guess it’ll have to be Mick, then.”
Iris regained her focus, but her expression was only half-skeptical. “Are you sure?”
Caitlin ignored any unspoken offers she may or may not have imagined. “Yeah. He’ll do it and won’t ask questions. And besides, it’ll be nice to take something from Frost for a change.”
The two of them shared a laugh and Iris added, “You will have to tell me all the juicy details.”
“Of course. We’ll break out a bottle of wine and regale the old married lady about my wanton single ways.” Whatever else had happened, Caitlin knew she and Iris were well on their way to truly being friends.
They sipped their cooling tea and smiled at one another until Iris started giggling again. “I just had a thought.” Caitlin sipped her tea and acknowledged her curiosity. “It’s a good thing Heatwave is more or less reformed. Could you imagine if Killer Frost had started sleeping with any of the other villains who have kidnapped you? Like Amunet?”
Caitlin started to laugh, but then a murky dream from months ago started to clarify in her memory. At least, she had assumed it was a dream at the time. When she was working as Amunet’s enforcer, she had a particularly disturbing series of dreams after Caitlin refused to kill someone. The madwoman had threatened consequences and she had worried what that meant for a week until Amunet abruptly declared the debt paid.
The dreams came piecemeal, barely remembered and soon put out of mind, but in the light of her recent revelations, Caitlin recognized them for what they were: Killer Frost’s memories. Even now, she could picture Amunet slinking around, her sing-song voice almost hypnotic in the haze of the dream. Frost was kneeling—no, she was restrained; Amunet’s metal pinning her hands to the ground, exposing her naked chest.
Then, Amunet was sitting on a throne-like chair with Frost face down over her lap. Frost’s jeans were around her knees and Amunet was alternately spanking her and fingering her pussy. Amunet was delighted at the amount of punishment Frost’s metahuman butt could take. For her own part, Frost’s expression flipped between a grimace of defiance and trembling anticipation. Caitlin remembered feeling pride at her resistance and excitement at what was to come.
Another fragment had Frost back on her knees, with her hands pinned behind her back. Amunet was bottomless, her athletic thighs spread to the armrest and Frost’s shoulder. Her dark red lips still moved with encouragement and insults, but the words never clarified. She held Frost’s head between her legs and continued her beratement throughout the cunnilingus. Her bush was barely trimmed and the wiry dirty blond hairs threatened to freeze to Frost’s face. For days after the dream, Caitlin could remember the sourly sweet taste of Amunet’s cum.
In the last bit, Amunet was all but naked, her body tight from exercise, but just beginning to show her age. Her hair had not worked its way free of her braids, but the smears of her mascara from tears and sweat evidenced her discomposure. She had Killer Frost suspended from each wrist and ankle and had four of her fingers buried inside Frost’s pussy. Frost was shouting and Caitlin never knew if it was defiance or encouragement. The stretching and pounding were intense in the dream, culminating when Amunet tucked in her thumb and slipped in her whole fist; Caitlin had never made it past that point without waking in a cold sweat.
“Fuck.” She exchanged glances with a curious Iris. “I think she did have sex with Amunet.” And possibly saved my life while doing it.
Iris just stared for a moment before carefully placing down her mug.
“Are you sure you don’t have a villain fetish?”

The next day, she was ready—physically if not mentally—when Mick Rory pounded on her door.
“Give me back my jacket!”
Caitlin reconsidered for the twentieth time, but the now-familiar ache between her legs intensified at the sound of his voice. I really hope that is Pavlovian, she mused and opened the door and smiled as sweetly as she could.
This caught Mick in mid-growl, “And hurry it up, we’ve got a thing to do in the…1800s? 1700s? Whatever they’re all…” His voice trailed off as he looked down and Caitlin tried not to blush at the compliment.
She had assumed her bartending outfit would fit his tastes. A dark bra was visible around the edges of her tank top and her torn jeans hugged her ass and legs. Just flirty enough to earn extra tips and just comfortable enough to move and fight in. Truthfully it reminded her of when the line between nice Caitlin Snow and naughty Killer Frost was blurred. She had been running from both those identities, but the clothes still made her feel independent and dangerous without losing herself to her dark side.
“Come in.” She did not give him a chance to decide and walked directly toward her fridge. “Want a beer? I have—”
“Doesn’t matter. ‘long as it’s cold.” His confusion made her smile, but she covered it by opening one for herself and taking a sip. Mick downed his with gusto, but Caitlin had to balance a difficult line. She needed a little dutch courage to soothe her lingering doubts and lessen some inhibitions, but she also had to stay clear headed and in control.
For a moment, they stood in silence and nursed their drinks. Mick polished his off and sighed in contentment. “Gotta admit, wasn’t half bad. I’d’ve thought you’d be into those artsy-fartsy craft beers.”
“I recently had the opportunity to un-refine my pallet.” She saluted him with her bottle. “There are sides of me you haven’t seen.”
“Not likely.” His leer was enough that she took a longer sip to calm her nerves. “Any chance she’s coming around?”
Not if everything goes to plan, she isn’t.
“Nope. But I do have your jacket.”
He unfolded the worn fabric with a frown before carefully sniffing and wrinkling his nose. “What did you do to it?”
“I cleaned it. Trust me, it needed it.”
“It was my jacket,” he growled. His affronted expression was comical. “Now it smells funny. I’m not going on a mission where I smell like flowers.”
“I’m sure you’ll get the grease and smoke back in soon.” Caitlin set her beer aside and tried to look nonchalant as she leaned against the counter. “Look, I have a favor I want to ask.
“It’s kind of a big deal for me, and I don’t want you to think this is something, something…casual. It’s really therapy—of a sort. The fact is…that is, I actually really need…what I’m trying to ask…” She realized he was ignoring her and still examining his coat. “Mick!” He looked up. “Can we have sex?”
“Sure.” He tossed his jacket back onto the counter and fixed it with a judging glare.
Before he could move forward, Caitlin held up her hand. “With me, Mick, not Killer Frost.” She tried to get out her explanation as quickly as she could before she locked up with embarrassment. “I haven’t had any in a while—because of, you know, her—and with how you two have been together lately, I uh, have been kind of feeling, well, left out. I suppose I could have asked someone else, but you already know about you and uh, her, so I thought it would be best to keep it in the—”
Mick pulled his shirt over his head and her breath caught in surprise. Caitlin had thought she would have some resistance or build up. Some time to get herself fully committed mentally. “It’s not a big deal. Want to do it here?”
“No!” She coughed, “That is, no. I have a few caveats. One, we do this on a bed.” He shrugged.
“Two, use a condom.” This time, he sighed in concession.
“Three, I’m not as durable as Killer Frost. Please, no rough stuff.” Mick snorted and she knew she was blushing furiously. “…fine, a little rough stuff. Just…be considerate.”
“I can do gentle,” whether or not it was true, he seemed sincere.
“Four, no talking about…her.”
“If she’s not here, she’s not here.”
“Finally, you take a shower first.”
“Really?” He crossed his arms in front of his bare, broad chest and she tried to pretend part of her did not find it extremely attractive.
“Mick, the jacket’s not the only thing that’s filthy.”
“You didn’t mind that first time.”
Caitlin sighed and threw up her arms. “Look, if that’s a deal breaker, take your jacket and go to the 1700s. Or the 1800s. I’m sure I can find a warm, willing cock somewhere in this century.” She smiled wickedly and stared at his crotch. “Or is that the problem? Has Frost trained you so you can’t get hard without an ice cube up your ass or something?”
She expected him to snap back or storm off. Instead Mick’s chortles quickly escalated into outright laughter. “Fuck it. We have a time machine. The Legends can wait an hour.”
While Mick took his shower, she ran through a final check of the bedroom. She wanted it warm enough so neither of them would think of her chilly passenger. The room was cleaned and the sheets were straightened; a petty vanity, but Caitlin always straightened for company. And most importantly, she checked on the power cell of the cuffs resting on the nightstand.
After all, if those fail, this is all for nothing.
She was so caught up in her mental checklist, that she did not notice Mick until his brawny arms wrapped around her. He kissed from her shoulder up her neck, just hard enough that she felt wanted. Without thinking about it, she turned to meet him and his lips smothered hers.
Unlike the last time on the Waverider, there was no desperate frenzy in this kiss. Mick took his time and while he was no less firm, it felt less like an attack on her mouth and more like a continuation of the embrace. Caitlin tried to lose herself in the warmth of his chest pressing into her back and when he broke the kiss, she could only sigh in gratitude.
“I like you when you’re feisty.”
“I like knowing you can balance gentleness with passion.” Caitlin stroked his forearms as she pressed back into his chest. The raised edges of scar tissue were everywhere and she did not need her doctorate to recognize layers of burns. Some of them had to be a decade old and they had all the patterns of self-harm.
“Did you do these all to yourself?”
For a moment, she thought she had ruined this whole arrangement as he released her and stepped away. Turning, she hoped she could still salvage things when she saw that he was pensive rather than offended. “Yeah. Helped me…get control.” That savage darkness in his eyes that terrified her and aroused Killer Frost was always lingering at the edges. “Don’t want a lecture.”
“This—this is my way of getting control. My hormones are running wild, but I’m not getting any relief. It feels like I’m losing parts of myself.” She hugged herself and met his eyes, unsure if he understood what her true problem was. “I have to find an equilibrium instead of just dividing into extremes. And this is something I need to balance.”
“Okay.” Mick broke with her stare to look her figure up and down. “If you’re going to work out your issues, you’re going to need a lot less clothes.”
She belatedly realized he had never dressed. Skin still damp from the shower, his muscles stood out in sharp contrast and his cock hung heavy but not yet erect. We’ll—I’ll have to do something about that.
Smiling, Caitlin brushed her hair back and ran her fingers down her sides. She rarely had a chance to play the temptress and reveled in Mick’s approving stare. Her whole body felt energized, yet the presence of Killer Frost was in a distant corner of her mind. Hooking her fingers in the hem, she smoothly pulled the tank top over her head. This made her dark bra stand out even more against the paleness of her chest, even as the diagonal straps added detail to her minimal cleavage.
One unexpected advantage of Killer Frost’s meta metabolism was that it left even Caitlin’s normal body fit and healthy. In fact, she had been forced to increase her caloric intake to prevent drowsiness after transformations. She would always be self-conscious about her breasts, but in recent months, she had enjoyed having actual muscle tone.
She stroked her ribs and hips for a moment to draw his eyes and then slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Like her bra, the panties were risqué in cut without being skimpy. Turning and bending over, she rolled the jeans beneath her cheeks. Its criss-crossing straps ended just above the crack of her ass and the bikini cut emphasized the length of her leg. She luxuriated in the feel of Mick’s eyes upon her as she slowly slid one leg free and then the other. It may not have been as obvious and skimpy as Killer Frost preferred, but Caitlin still felt sexy and confident in this underwear.
Mick’s approval was obvious when she faced him. Not only was there a grin splitting his face, but his cock was beginning to swell in excitement.
“It’s so nice to be appreciated,” she said, her voice growing husky. She wet her lips and sauntered forward to take him in hand and she could feel the pulses of blood filling his shaft. With smooth, gentle motions, she teased his twitching length. “I’m a little out of practice, but it’s probably time you realized where Killer Frost got all her skills.”
“I thought we weren’t supposed to mention her.”
Caitlin took his scrotum firmly in hand and rolled his balls gently between her fingers. Smiling wickedly, she said, “Shut up, Mick,” and slid to her knees.
Truthfully, she was not at all confident as to how she would compare to her evil twin, but logic dictated that they operated with the same basic knowledge and experience until last year. And I don’t think she’s had that much time to experiment.
When her hand had worked him up to about half-mast, she started placing light kisses along his cock until her lips nestled against the base. One long slow lick ran the bottom length back out and then around the head. Mick groaned encouragement and she sucked the head of his cock as her hands continued to massage his shaft.
By now, he was fully erect and his hips trembled in time with her strokes. Caitlin slowly took him deeper into her mouth, but she had no intention to try and deep-throat him. For all she knew Killer Frost did not have a gag reflex; Mick’s guttural moans showed he was enjoying himself enough. She felt flushed with the power she had over him and her free hand ground into the front of her panties. It was enough to get her juices running without threatening to transform.
At some point, Mick reached down and loosely grabbed her hair. He did not pull tight enough to control her head, it was just a subconscious attempt to draw her nearer. She took it as a sign he was close to the end and redoubled her efforts. Both hands caressed the base of his cock and balls as she twisted her head and took him as deep as she dared. After a few more minutes, his hands tensed by her head and she could feel his balls convulse.
She pulled back as his hips bucked and locked her lips around the head as his cock erupted in her mouth. Continuing to suck and squeeze, she rode out his throes until Mick sighed in relief and relaxed backward, releasing her head. With her mouth full of gooey mess, Caitlin looked for a tissue to spit into until a wicked part of her thought, you know for a fact that Killer Frost swallows. He told you so.
At this point, the taste had already filled her mouth and it was easy enough to swallow. In fact, she made a show of licking her lips before standing up and grabbing a still swaying Mick by the jaw. She was the aggressor this time, hungrily sucking at his lips and invading his mouth with her tongue. If he was shocked, he hid it well; after a moment’s confusion, he matched her passion even as she shared his own cum.
The perversion of it all was finally getting to her and when his hand worked itself between her thighs and started pushing at her panty covered pussy, she could feel the edges of Killer Frost approaching. As much as she wanted to revel in this moment, Caitlin pushed him away.
For the first time, Mick started to protest, until she unsnapped her bra. Her gentle peaks were aflush and heaving even before she tweaked her aching nipples. It was an even bigger thrill when his deturgescent cock convulsed when they came into sight. Disengaging from his hesitant reach, she backed toward the bed.
Killer Frost was still a distant impulse, but Caitlin did not want to take any chances. Besides, she needed this to be her moment and hers alone.
She reached the nightstand and turned around to offer the meta cuffs to Mick. “Here. We’re going to need these.”
His eyebrows shot up and there was a curious undertone to his grumble. “Did not think you were that kind of girl.”
Rather than explain things, she winked and teased, “You have no idea what kind of girl I am.”
He clamped the cuffs around her wrists with almost reverent gentleness. She bit her lip in relief as the power flicked on and Killer Frost’s presence retreated. Mick was no less gentle when he seized her hips and tossed her onto the bed.
A giggle escaped her as she bounced off the coverlet. Trying to look coy with her arms bound before her was a little silly and it looked like Mick needed no further encouragement. She squirmed as he loomed over her and deftly pushed his hand between her thighs. There was no resisting as he spread her legs and she did not even try. The crotch of her panties was already soaked before his firm fingers caressed her tender lips.
He kept his pace even as he mounted the bed and kissed his way from her navel to sternum. From there he assaulted each of her nipples in turn, sucking and licking and even lightly biting. The haphazard approach of his mouth contrasted with the steady pace of his fingers that pulsed up from Caitlin’s pussy and into her core. The constant shift of sensations between her two nipples kept them painfully erect and if she could have moved her hands, she would have taken one in her fingers and forced him to concentrate on the other. As it was, she could only wiggle her chest and moan to urge him on. She was all too used to dancing on the edge of arousal and without the fear of Killer Frost, she needed Mick to buckle down and start ripping orgasms from her tender flesh.
As she hissed hungrily, he locked eyes with her and grinned around a nipple. He kept it between his teeth for a second as he pulled back and her whole body arched forward to keep him close. His scarred and muscled arm cradled the base of her neck as they came face to face. Caitlin parted her lips to meet his kiss, but he turned to the side and whispered in her ear, “I know exactly what kind of girl you are. You’re just another wet and horny little slut.” She had never cared for dirty talk in the bedroom, but today, all she could do was moan in agreement and rock her hips into his fingers as they finally slipped insider her panties.
“That’s what I thought.” His thumb rested on top of her clitoris and two of his thick fingers teased their way inside. He growled, “You wanted this. You wanted me.” Caitlin could not bring herself to respond beyond a needy whimper. “You’re just as much of dirty, kinky slut as…” Mick drifted off but she was too far gone to care.
Because he’s right. Whatever cock-hungry, reckless nymphomaniac urges Killer Frost has come from me. And I want them back!
“Please…” she whispered. “I need this.” His fingers kept up their gentle coaxing but she was no closer to an orgasm. “You can’t…I can’t…don’t tease me…I can’t take it!” Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes and she could not meet his gaze.
“Shhhh,” he soothed. “Let me show you how much I like bad girls.” Then he did start to kiss her and his fingers finally thrust in earnest.
She expected him to pound away with bruising force, but instead, he seemed to just flex enough so that each time his fingers went in just a little deeper. His thumb kept a steady pressure on the hood of her clit without overstimulating. Which was not to say that Mick was in any way cold or clinical. Instead it was more like he was trying to devour her by inches. His whole body got into the motion and the weight and heat of his body held her tight.
After a moment he broke the kiss and began to whisper crude encouragement as his pace accelerated. It had to have been only minutes, but it felt like an eternity until she could feel a climax rising inside of her. She might have tried to tell Mick but only incoherent babble emerged. At this point, her hips had left the bed and it felt like she was suspended by the needy chasm that was her flooded pussy. Her clit had emerged from the hood and his thumb had it singing in anticipation.
Caitlin’s world was reduced to lusty moans, convulsing hips and Mick’s hot breath. A solid spike of raw pleasure shot through her body and buried itself in her brain. It was everything she needed and more than she remembered. Months of tension finally had an outlet and her body poured that flood onto Mick as he held her through the throes. He continued to coax after-tremors from her throbbing body until she went limp.
In the aftermath of her euphoria Caitlin realized she had solved one problem and created a new one: celibacy would not be an option any more. I guess Killer Frost and I are going to have to learn how to share more than just my body.
She chuckled and rolled over to see Mick sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached over and slowly stroked her side. It was an oddly protective instinct for such a violent man and it cleared any lingering concerns she had about choosing him for this tryst. Face it, Caitlin, that orgasm did most of the clearing.
“Thanks, Mick. That was wonderful.” She stretched as best she could with her arms still cuffed and stopped when she saw angry teeth marks on his shoulder. Embarrassed, she realized she must have bit him in the throes of passion. That had certainly never happened before, but he was showing it no mind. Besides, I’m sure Killer Frost has done worse.
“Glad you thought so,” he snorted in a way that she realized was self-effacing rather than snide. “Tell me when you’re ready to go again.” She raised an eyebrow, but his smile was predatory. “You don’t think that was it, do you?” He held up the condom she had set aside on the nightstand.
While she had gotten everything she needed, Caitlin had no intention of calling it a night. She kept her expression hesitant, but then winked and flashed a smile. “I guess I did ask for the full Mick Rory experience.”
He barked in laughter and began to roll the condom onto his erect cock. Watching the roll of his broad shoulders and the firm strokes of his hand was well on the way to reigniting her flickering libido. It was somehow both a simple, practical effort yet oddly sensual. She thought of Cisco maintaining his gadgets or Joe cleaning his pistol. Maybe I just see this as him readying his weapon.
“Don’t think you’re ready for everything I can do.” The condom now fully enveloping his cock made it look even more clinical and tool-like, disguising the raw intent pulsing within. His tone, however was as full of trouble as she had ever heard. “The other you thinks she’s working her way down the list, but she’s not even close.”
A frown crossed her face at the mention of Killer Frost, but Caitlin steeled her features into her usual clinical detachment. “Oh, there’s actually something she won’t do?”
Mick’s snort was more dismissive than amused. “I shouldn’t have mentioned her; you shut down every time.” His calluses were scratchy as he gently brushed the hair from her face. “Don’t want somebody distant and empty. I’ll go beat off in the bathroom unless you bring back the sexy bitch that was so horny, she handcuffed herself.”
Caitlin knew she was still flushed from her recent orgasm, but this degree of honesty and even empathy from Mick made her burn with shame. She had been raising walls around herself for…well…as long as she could remember and it had been a long while since anybody had tried to tear them down. She needed to give up her anxieties and insecurities and just accept that not everything was a contest with Killer Frost.
Besides, she was desperately curious as to what that monster would feel like inside.
Letting the nascent worry drain out with a deep breath, she locked eyes with Mick. “I’m sorry, let’s get back to it.” With what she hoped was a cute little wiggle of her butt, she smiled and said, “You’d better get these out of the way first.”
She was glad to see that half-feral look replace the veiled concern in Mick’s eyes. As comforting as that moment had been, Caitlin preferred him hungry. He almost ripped the panties from her and she barely had time to lift her hips before they were hurled against the wall. The grin on his face was maniacal and she shuddered in anticipation.
Kneeling by the bed, he spread her trembling legs and she could feel the heat of his breath on her crotch. The tickling sensation had her aflame and dripping all at once. Her hips rolled closer to his face, but again, he delighted in making her wait.
Her hands were still bound before her and she found her fingertips instinctively teasing the edge of her pubic hair. She had no better place to put them and its tangles provided something tactile for her to focus on as the anticipation slowly drove her mad. The soft brown curls were neatly trimmed in a wide wedge that trailed down around her labia. The cut was narrower than it used to be—thanks to Killer Frost and her choice in underwear—and it left her more aware than ever of her labia, perineum and anus. In recent weeks, shaving her legs had inexorably led to the kind of behavior that triggered a transformation.
When Mick finally started on the inside of her thighs, it seared the pleasure into her brain. He licked the crease on either side of her labia with a pair or long, slow motions that prepared her for the attack on her inner folds. The warmth of him only intensified the heat throbbing between her legs and his sloppy approach paled in comparison to the fluids dripping within her. Mick was as erratic as ever, attacking at an irregular pace and never concentrating on one spot; she finally found something to do with her hands and pinned the back of his head, forcing him to focus.
Caitlin whispered encouragement, occasionally punctuated by yips and moans. His hands were locked behind her knees and it felt like he was slowly forcing them wider, lifting her ass from the covers. Or maybe that was her hips reflexively trying to bury his tongue deeper into her pussy. The meta-cuffs bounced off her stomach and occasionally grazed his bald head, keeping her from immersing fully in the moment.
He finally broke away from her grip and grimaced at the manacles. “Flip over and grab the headboard,” before she could breathlessly agree, he was already turning her hips.
As she settled into the new position, with her knees spread and ass in the air, it felt like she was presenting it to him. She had always liked how her butt looked and felt and it was nice to draw his attention to an asset of which she was proud. Mick wasted no time and lightly slapped her butt just hard enough so that the sting faded, but still drew attention to the gentle squeezing, spreading and kissing that followed.
Caitlin looked over her shoulder and saw that he was also slowly stroking his cock with one hand while the other caressed her butt cheek. Despite how sexy that little massage felt, he was finally going to fuck her. Foreplay was well and good, but Caitlin’s patience was wearing thin.
He finally stopped and gave her one final lick, teasing her clitoris and sucking her labia before bathing the length of her opening with his broad tongue. Caitlin’s hissed appreciation turned into a squeal when he continued up to her anus. It started ticklish but turned erotic as he gently circled the tender hole. His tongue never pressed hard enough to enter, but its presence was an electric shock up her spine. Her knuckles were white on the headboard and she whimpered as her whole body undulated, pushing her bottom back towards his departing face.
It took a moment to gather herself and Caitlin warred internally with prudish disapproval and the excitement of the taboo. Unable to meet his gaze, she could feel the gleeful smugness of his expression. “What… you never…why…?” she panted out.
“Thought you’d enjoy that. You both really like your asses.” While she was still adjusting to that thought, he stood and aligned himself behind her. He ran the latex coated tip of his cock along her soaking lips and up her crack. He let the weight of it rest between her ass cheeks for a second and then pulled back to let it hover just outside her pussy. “Pretty sure you’ll like this too.”
“Yesssssssss…” she gasped and found that her current posture allowed her a lot more leverage to push back against him. He tried to pull away and tease her more, but a solid inch penetrated her soaking folds. Their moans were an erotic harmony as their hips adjusted and his length shifted inside her. The head of his cock pulsed with his breath and opened up the tightness between her legs.
Mick’s dick was thicker than anything Caitlin had ever had inside her, even a dildo. It was not painful but she did feel stretched and this was only the tip. Certainly not to her limits—after all, Killer Frost had taken him, and metahuman or no, there were certain facts of physiology and basic geometry that meant Caitlin should be able to too. She closed her eyes and focused on nothing more than relaxing into the moment.
For his part, Mick let her move at her own pace, muscles clenched in statue-like resolve as Caitlin allowed each inch of her vagina to adjust to his girth and then move deeper. His body may have been steady, but she imagined she could read his pulse by the throbbing of his cock. By the time she was filled, he was trembling in restrained ardor.
It was intoxicating to see Mick Rory, the dangerous and unstable Heatwave, actually discommoded. The only thing that might compare is if Caitlin ever found a way to see Killer Frost lose her cool. Of course, it was not possible, but the idea inflamed a new degree of passion and confidence.
“Oooh, you were right,” she whispered. His eyes shot open, strained in concentration. “Just remember what I said about rough stuff,” before he could respond, she winked. “I’m okay with a little.”
His only response was a toothy grin and to grab her hips in his meaty hands. He withdrew all the way to the point where only the tip of his cock parted her lips. The sense of emptiness was only matched by the anticipation of what would follow. She was half afraid that he was going to slam into her with hip-displacing force, but again Mick showed himself capable of controlled passion. His thrusts were firm, impactful and even demanding, but never jarring. As opposed to his haphazard cunnilingus, his approach was purposeful in its chaos. He varied the pace between long, slow strokes and short twists and changes of angle, but kept a steady progression of intensity.
Caitlin enjoyed the ride and easily rolled her hips and flexed her thighs to match his motions. Her grip on the bed frame creaked and groaned, but her head tossed in pleasure. Her small breasts shuddered with each push and her hardened nipple sliced the air. She barely noticed the presence of the cuffs and the steady warmth of his presence and size wrapped around her even as it filled her. Any thoughts outside of this room, outside of this exact instant, outside of this feeling were burned away.
Unfortunately, her arousal had plateaued and despite the wonder of this moment, she needed something to push her over the edge.
“Mick,” she gasped, “I need…” He grunted. “Can’t use…my hands.”
Silent except for panting, he leaned over and hooked a hand around her waist to brush against her pubes. He was clearly looking for her clitoris, but had to slow his thrusts to do more than graze it. As his fingers positioned themselves, his other hand continued to squeeze and spread her buttcheek until the edge of his thumb grazed the ridge of her anus. It was too light to be intentional, but Caitlin still squeaked in surprise and the reflexive tightening of her glutes trapped the tip of his finger between them.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, sounding anything but. “Even she hasn’t let me go there.”
The break in action not only slid Caitlin further away from her climax, but also let her brain start working again. She was trying not to lose the mindset of a moment ago, but thoughts of Killer Frost always deflated her.
“I though you said we both liked our…our butts.” Which, she realized, was actually true. She had loved it when Ronnie had occasionally spanked her and while she had never considered anal before, its taboo nature had a curious allure. Certainly, everything Mick had done to her backside had been delicious.
“You do. She just won’t let me actually stick anything in hers.” Mick’s shrug caused his still hard penis to twitch inside of her, sending ripples down her spine.
A dangerous, wicked temptation started to form at the back of her mind and Caitlin could feel the warmth starting to build in her again at the thought. Apparently, there were things even the big, bad, sexy super-slut had not done yet. It might be the next best thing to beating Killer Frost at her own game. At the same time, there was no way she was letting Mick stick his battering ram of a cock inside her virginal anus.
At least, thought a part of her mind she was relieved was not actually Killer Frost, not without some preparation.
Pushing that impulse to the side, she blew her tangled hair from her face and locked eyes with Mick. “I-I’m okay with a finger.” She swallowed quickly but hid her trepidation behind as wanton an expression as she could make. “Just one, mind. As long as you remember about being gentle.”
Mick’s eyes widened and then his grin nearly split his face in eagerness. In fact, she imagined his cock swelled a little at her words. “If you’re sure, I’ll show you what she’s missing.” No words could have encouraged her more.
“You better not disappoint me, Mick Rory.”
He unsheathed himself and a low moan slipped through her teeth. If she had any shame—or perhaps, blood pressure—left, she would have blushed, but for now all she could think about was the sudden emptiness. Not to mention the prospect of being that much more filled when he returned.
Clatters and slams echoed from her bathroom, but Mick returned quickly, a small jar of Vaseline in his hand. “You got a small field hospital in there. Good to know, huh?” he mused. He knelt down and smiled at her growing uncertainty. “This will go fine as long as you relax.”
She rolled her eyes and snorted and hoped that fooled him. “Mick, I’ve had a gyno exam. Hell, I’m a doctor. I’ve had my finger up someone’s ass before.” Admittedly, those times she had engaged in her typical detachment which was nowhere in sight at the moment.
“The mouth on you,” he chortled. “Just try not to snap my finger off in that tight little ass of yours.”
Caitlin huffed and then turned to face the wall so he could not see her expression. It was hard not to feel exposed as he spread her cheeks, but his hot breath tickled every sensitive inch of her pussy and ass. The cool Vaseline on his fingertip made her twitch as it circled the entrance to her ass. She bit her lip and her knuckles whitened with the effort not to squirm as he continued to work the lubricant around the knot of muscle.
His other hand slid up her side and cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers even as the edge of his thumb loosened her asshole. It had never stopped feeling strange, but now it felt less invasive and Caitlin had started to moan as the stimulation echoed throughout her groin. Her pussy was dripping again and her asshole kept flexing, trying to swallow his digit with its grip.
Mick slowly rose until his cock was just outside of her pussy and the shifting of weight dipped the tip of his finger through her sphincter. She expected pain, but he did not push in, simply riding out the twitches of her body and massaging her hole. Rather than his harsh grunts and growls, his breath had a steady, meditative pace that did more than anything else to calm her.
After a few minutes of this, Caitlin’s hips started to rock and the urge to be penetrated again—anywhere, with anything—began to build. She whispered encouragement until Mick responded by gently sliding his cock back inside of her pussy. It adjusted quicker to his girth and she instinctively pushed him deeper. Maybe she was just that worked up and wet or the pressure on her asshole had her distracted. In the ebb of that initial flash of ecstasy, before she could tense or pull away, his thumb popped inside.
“Fuck…” Caitlin gasped as her hips rolled. She could not help but tighten, but he pushed no further and his other hand soothingly stroked her ribs. Even after she relaxed, his thumb did not go deeper or withdraw, it simply flexed and rolled. There was nothing to do but sit back and adjust to this new sensation.
She was not entirely sure what she had expected, but it was not a painful wrongness nor was it a giant surge of pleasure. It was just another dimension to that feeling of fullness: an extra layer of input to the mess that ran throughout her sensitive body. It felt good, but it was not enough to make her cum on its own. Maybe if it vibrated… Caitlin resolved to invest in some experimentation the next time she masturbated. Once she figured out a less cumbersome way to keep Killer Frost away, of course.
“You ready?” She nodded once, but did not dare to talk. “Good, because there’s a limit to how nice I’m going to be.”
Caitlin rolled her eyes and took a deep centering breath. She looked back and saw the self-control holding back his animal passion starting to slip. “Just fuck me, Mick. Keep your thumb in my sluttly little asshole and fuck me!”
“Love a lady who knows what she wants!” This apparently exhausted his tolerance for sweet-talk and he kicked into high gear.
His free hand cupped her bush, her clit pinched firmly between his fingers. Once her body adjusted to the hip shaking frequency of his thrusts, his thumb finally started to move. He mostly flexed his grip so it sild in and out past the first knuckle, but the feeling of being slightly opened and stretched was more intense without being overwhelming.
The totality of the feelings assaulting her sweat drenched body were far in excess of the individual parts. They catapulted her to the edge of coherency; jumbled swear words tumbled from her lips as her whole body threw itself against Mick’s efforts. Every part of her was trying to drive him deeper, harder or faster inside. Even her poor neglected nipples cut through the air as her breasts jiggled as best they could.
She lost track of time as the pressure built inside the front of her mind. It felt almost like the power of Killer Frost, but instead of a blinding cold, it was a smothering warmth that crushed her thoughts. Any worries about transforming were swallowed by that same mounting ecstasy. Unlike her first orgasm, there was no sudden snap inside her. This time, it just began and the waves of pleasure that inundated her body simply grew in intensity and frequency.
Even as her body finally stopped convulsing, Mick continued to work out his demons on her body. He held onto her trembling and limp body like it was his only lifeline and it was probably a good thing she had the headboard to hold on to. There was no harmful intent, but his sheer intensity was overwhelming.
After another dozen thrusts, he finally came, the spasms of his cock setting off a new wave of arousal inside her vagina. He let loose a long groan and rocked back, his thumb and cock popping free of her holes. Caitlin was surprised by how her tired parts longed to be as full as they were mere seconds earlier. She suspected that once the satiated stupor wore off, every part of her was going to ache. It would be a good ache, but she had not used some of those muscles in years and she suspected that Mick might have left finger-shaped bruises on her hips.
She released the headboard and rolled onto her side. Mick had sagged down onto the bed and was panting heavily. Both were sticky with various fluids and flush and panting with the exertion. Every part of Mick was limp and he seemed very short of his normal energy as he removed the condom and tied it off.
Caitlin gathered her breath first, although it took several minutes. “Well…that was…something else.”
He cracked a crooked smile. “You’re alright once you warm up a bit.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Was that a Killer Frost joke?”
Mick just shook his head. “You were pent-up something fierce.” After a long pause, he half-heartedly looked around the room. “I gotta mission…where’s my—”
His eyes widened as she crawled across the bed and took his flaccid dick in her hands. It was slick with sweat and cum and red with recent blood flow. The twitch that rippled from his tip through the rest of his body was half exhausted surprise and half resigned excitement. She smothered his pained moan with a kiss.
“You have a time machine.” There was no need to fake her evil smile. “You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

Killer Frost awoke awash with an unusual feeling of smug satisfaction. Her whole body felt a little off, as if she was less energized than usual. The sudden rush of power was muted and some of her…parts tingled in the aftermath of recent trauma. Her dreams had been inundated with images of Heatwave’s sexual prowess. Not that that was out of the ordinary, but they were particularly intense.
She was face down in a tangle of soaked bed sheets and she was completely naked. A haze of sweat had frosted over her body and she could feel other fluids leaking and cooling from various parts of her body. A line of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth and when she licked her lips, the taste of cum only intensified. Her normally shining hair was tangled and grey from the damp. As she rolled over, she realized her entire lower body was streaked with one kind of cum or another. In fact, even her ass was soaked.
With a moment to collect her thoughts, she recognized Caity’s bedroom, although it was in considerable disarray. On the bed next to her was a pair of the meta-cuffs the Flash used to contain dangerous prisoners. As she was not currently in prison or a holding cell, she had no idea what they would be doing here.
Stumbling with confusion, she opened the bedroom door just in time to see Heatwave throw on his jacket. He barely spared a glance before shouting, “Gotta go, Blondie’s pissed. Apparently, they did the mission without me.”
Frost watched the door slam and looked carefully around the room before throwing her hands into the air. “What the fuck just happened?”
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