Touch; such a simple thing that even he hadn’t felt in years, aside from the steel pipes or baseball bats criminals used against him and bullets, there was nothing and nobody that had come into contact with his skin in ages. A slap, something he would have been grateful for, anything to pull him out of this reality, out of this foolishness of trusting someone; people existed for the sole reason of causing him pain and nothing more, he had begun to accept this as truth, then she came along. A woman just as frigid and shut off from the world as him, albeit, going about it in an entirely different way. Her hand was cold, it sent a shiver throughout his system and yet he didn’t pull away nor did he comment on it; whether she realized it or not, it would all come to light in due time. His fingers ran up her hips before gripping the fabric of the dress she had been wearing; always proper, always dressed to show the money she had. She was cold.
There was an audible growl of displeasure the moment she pulled him against her, but it turned into a pleased hum as she continued, frigid lips working against his. Lips pursed as she whispered into his ear, gaze lowering, making it’s way down the small of her back as hands eased, palms sliding across her back, arms wrapping around her, loving and hating this moment simultaneously. ”No shit.”
How to explain. There had to be a way. Words she could find that might help him understand this isolation was born from necessity and he was trespassing in it. She was fine on her own and then he had to fuck it up. So long without warmth had made her forget the feeling. She couldn’t miss it if she didn’t remember it in the first place. Now she remembered. Now she was immersed in it knowing that the right thing to do was give it up. Before she’d managed to work through her thoughts, she found herself gripping the back of his shirt. Fuck, this was going to be hard. Harder than she’d thought it was going to be. There was temptation to crumble but Elsa was much too stubborn for that. Slowly she took a deep breath, steadying herself as best she could. It wasn’t too late. She could save face.
“You want to keep people safe, right? That’s your thing. You want to keep people from getting hurt, you have to leave me alone. I don’t need your concern.” Or your kindness. “I need you to stop.” She could feel the storm threatening to spill over into reality. Heaven knew how far she could spread it. Keeping it contained felt nearly impossible. She’d initiated this and she had to be the one to end it. She could do it. She was cruel to people every day. Pushed them away. She could do it again, she could definitely do it again. “This was a mistake, let go and leave.” Elsa was aware of how hard her words can strike, it took everything not to show any lapse in resolution. That was why when the first snowflake fell her eyes widened in horror. For the first time, there was desperation there. Make it stop. She had to make it go away before it became something serious but the more she concentrated on dissipating the storm, the more it snowed. The colder it got. She could tell because the warmth she felt with his arms around her dwindled. A sure sign he was getting colder. "Justgo.“
