Jacob Davies (cryogenetic) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2013-12-04 17:29:00 |
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Jaime was stretched out on the couch, her back to Jake’s front. While it was absolutely in no way a sexual thing, she had every intention of not being in this position should Mike happen by. However, she was hot, and she tended to whine excessively when she was hot, so really the entire arrangement was for the good of the house. Or for the good of her personal safety. Whichever. She didn’t doubt someone here would probably try to inflict bodily harm upon her if her whining got out of hand. Jake, in this weather, was remarkably comfortable to lay against, and Jaime was kind of fine with using him for his power, despite earlier protestations otherwise. When the movie they were watching ended, Jaime leaned forward to fumble on the floor for the remote. Picking it up, she started to flip through their viewing options. She’d pause to read a description when it popped up before she passed on to the next one. And that worked all right for her until she was aware of Jake shifting behind her. She felt something very, very cold on her wrist, and she yelped and pulled her hand forward. “What the hell?” “Practice,” Jake replied with as innocent an expression he could muster -- which wasn’t very. “Can we not practice on me?” She protested as she tried to rub the ice off her wrist. “You’re going to give me frostbite or something.” “Hey, that’s the price you pay,” he replied with a soft laugh. “Check this out,” he said as he put his hand over the lump of ice on her wrist. He lifted his hand away and made a ‘ta-da’ gesture. “So … “ Jaime prompted for an explanation. “I can take it back in.” He still didn’t exactly understand the how of that, only that it was a thing he could do. Sometimes. He’d just gotten lucky right then that it had worked. “So you make ice, freeze water, and take it back in?” Jake shook his head slightly. “I can only take back the stuff that comes out of me.” “Out of context, this is a very dirty conversation.” “Every conversation I ever have with you is dirty,” he countered lightly. Jaime scowled faintly. “I’d really, really like to argue that, but I don’t actually think I have a leg to stand on.” She grinned when he laughed, and she resumed her movie surfing until she lit on a more recent comedy she hadn’t seen yet. “Good?” She prompted. “Fine by me, if I can make you a princess crown.” “If you icicle me in the eye, I’m going to let Mike kick your ass.” “I will do my best to keep my icicle out of your eye.” “...dirty,” Jaime pointed out. Even so, she sat up once she’d set the movie to playing, letting Jake direct her on how he wanted her positioned so he could start crafting an ice crown. |