Cold as Ice, Hot as Fire
Fifteen Minutes
Kris stared into the mirror; sweat dripping down his face as he let exhaled with each repeated motion. “Focus” he said to himself, “Hold on just a bit longer.” He could feel himself slipping, losing his grip but he kept at it. As he finished he let out an exasperated groan, as he heard the words “Was that too much for you?” Kris dropped the weights on the ground and said, “What?” Marc laughed and said, “Was that too much weight?” Kris awoke from his daze and said, “No, It was fine.” He picked up the bar again doing 15 more reps before stepping aside. He grabbed a towel and wiped his forehead, trying to push everything from his mind. “Man, what’s wrong with you,” his friend said while walking in front of him, “You’re so out of it.” Kris shrugged and said, “I was just in the zone, nothing’s wrong.” Marc laughed and said, “Yeah right, while you were playing iron man you totally ignored what I was saying."
He picked up his Gatorade while saying, "You know I'm not a talker when I work out Marc." His friend smiled and said, "I know you aren't Kris, but I also know when something is bothering you. It's Kate isn't it?" He just had to say her name didn't he? They had all seen and heard about her now dating an actor in Montreal. The photos, the news stories. Just when he was starting to forget her she was shoving salt back into the wound. Kris ran his fingers through his hair and said, "I don’t want to talk about her.”
Marc rolled his eyes and adjusted his hat, “I know, you never want to talk about her. That’s your problem. You’re never going to get over her until you do.” He chugged the last of his Gatorade and threw the bottle away. His friend knew instantly by his reaction that the subject needed to be dropped. "Fine, If you are not going to talk about her, then your going to come out tonight with us and have a few beers. You need to loosen up." He was tightly wound up, and to be honest he could use a few drinks. "Fine, where at," he asked his friend. "Bar 19. The guys wants to hit on that bartender again" he said with a grin.
Bar 19...That was Lana's Bar. Part of him wanted to say no, but instead he respond, "OK, I'll see you there later." Kris walked calmly to the showers, but his mind had already started thinking about her. He turned on the hot water and began to lather up. The sound of her moans, the taste of her lips, and the feeling of her soft skin were now racing in his mind. Somehow she knew exactly what his body needed without knowing him, while making him work for every ounce of pleasure. Kris had never had a sexual experience with anyone like that before; Lana’s body was like she was a drug, and he wanted it badly.
But beyond their sexual encounters, he couldn't quite explain his attraction to her. Lana was nothing like any of the women he had ever dated or slept with before. He was used to the puck bunnies and models that would flock to him because of his status and good looks. Lana was intriguing; she was a woman of contradiction. On the outside Lana had a cold and coarse personality, as well as a jaded point of view on relationships and love. But even though she was cold as ice, he could tell that there was a fire inside her fueled by a combination of anger and desire. He wondered if it was this toxic combination that created the raw passion he experienced with her. Whatever it was, he wanted more -- and tonight was looking like a good night to test out their agreement.
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Lana yawned as she raided her closet, looking for the perfect outfit for the evening. Her hands flicked the hangers aside until she came across a few items to throw together. She slid into a tight fitting leather skirt and a strategically ripped rolling stones t-shirt. She finished it off with her staple knee high boots and leather jacket. Finally satisfied, she grabbed her keys and guitar, and began to walk to work. As she made her way down Carson she could feel the looks, but could have cared less. Tonight was her night, and soon all her money problems would fade with one night full of music.
She snuck into the bar from through the back door and headed straight onto the stage. She greeted her band mates and plugged in her equipment that she kept at the bar for shows. Within a half hour they were ready. She flung her guitar over her shoulder and took a quick sip of her beer as the lights dimmed. She played a quiet opening lick and nodded to the bass player as he began playing the beat. The bar was still noisy until her voice rang out, singing a heavier version of Black Velvet. She let her heavy, soulful vocals carry over the PA as she broke into the guitar solo. When the song ended she could barely hear herself announce that they were “Snowstorm” over the crowd that was going wild.
They played for nearly and hour, covering various rock hits for the rowdy bar. After her first set ended the band left the stage and headed up the rickety, old wood stairs to the loft. Lana walked into her dressing room, locking the door behind her before crashing on the old crimson leather couch. She grabbed her songbook and began to write a second set list when she was startled by the sound of movement in the room. Her eyes darted around the room until they fixated on the small bathroom across from her. “What the Hell, How did you get in here?” Kris stepped out of the doorway with a grin and said, “Up the fire escape and through the open window.”
“I didn’t know you played here,” he said while walking up to her, “You’re good.” Her eyes moved from the floor up his body slowly, feeling her heart rate begin to pick up. It had been a only a week since she had seen him, and she certainly didn’t expect to see him appear out of thin air. “I know I'm good, in fact I'm fucking fantastic,” she said with attitude while placing one hand on her hip, "I guess you came back for more. So what, do you want to meet later?" He shook his head and said, “No, I want you now.” She flipped her hair aside and said, “Well that’s nice, but I only have fifteen minutes before the next set.”
Kris took her hands, pulling her up off the couch while saying, “Sorry, but with that outfit on I don’t think I can wait till later.” His strong hands pulled her hips into his as he dove in for a kiss. “Right here? Now? That won’t work, you know I’m not a quiet one,” she said as his hand slid down her hip, just below her skirt. “Well then learn to be quiet,” he smirked as he pushed her up against the wall leading to the bathroom. He didn’t allow her the chance to respond, instead he began to kiss her, shoving his tongue in her mouth. Kris’s hand reached up her skirt, and he quickly began to tease her through her thin lace underwear. She quickly felt herself getting wetter with each calculated motion. “You are one dirty man, aren’t you,” she whispered as he reached up her shirt and played with her breasts with his free hand. “Oh you have no idea how dirty I can be Miss Snow,” he said in her ear.
He turned her body, leaning her forward over the edge of the table. No sooner than his jeans hit the floor, he was already sliding up inside her. She bit down on her fist in order to prevent a gasp from escaping. As he began to plunge in and pull out, she had to fight every urge to scream out in pleasure. She hated to admit it, but the thrill of him sneaking in and ravaging her body took her excitement to a whole other level. Lana just lied there letting him take control of her body as he dished out pleasure, which was very unlike of her. She refused to let someone take this much control of her, let alone her body. But for some reason she let him take complete control, and it felt so damn good.
She was so close to getting off when a familiar voice spoke up outside. “Lana, Ten minutes,” said her drummer from outside the door, “You want anything from the bar?” Kris paused for a moment and she was able to muster out, “Um, Get me a whiskey. I’m almost finished so I’ll be down soon.” She heard the sound of feet leave, and that’s when Kris dove back in filling her completely. Her mouth opened wide, and as quickly covered by his hand to mute the sound that escaped. “Shhhh,” he said into her ear. He quickened his pace while still covering her mouth with one hand. It didn't take long for her to get off, and her knees buckled beneath her from the intense orgasm. He removed his hand from her mouth as he pulled out slowly. Lana stayed against the table for a moment trying to compose herself, but she soon stood up slowly and looked into the mirror. She made some wardrobe adjustments and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick as Kris zipped up his jeans and tucked the used condom into the trash.
"Next time I'll choose when and where," she said with a smirk, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a show to put on." And without saying any other words, she turned on her heel and walked out the door. Lana let her half wave do the talking for her as she returned to the bar below. She made her way back up to the stage and focused on tuning her guitar before speaking into the microphone and starting the second set in a much better mood.
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Kris walked back in from outside and took a seat at the table with the rest of the guys. "Hey man seriously, why did your agent have to call now," Marc asked. Kris shrugged and said, "I don't know, he always calls at the worst times." Jordan smirked and said, "I thought you'd never come back, that's why I finished the pitcher of beer." He shook his head and said, "Typical. Let me guess It's my round too?" As everyone laughed Marc stood up and offered to get the next round, and left to go up to the bar.
Kris looked up the stage and began to stare at Alana as she began to play an 80's hair metal song. He was amazed at more than her body, and began to wonder why someone with this much talent was broke and playing a tiny bar. She played the guitar with confident skill and as she sang her stage presence just oozed with sex appeal. "Man, I'd love to pour some sugar on her," TK said with a big grin, "I wonder what it would take to get her to go home with me." Kris held back a laugh as Marc returned with beer and said, "She wouldn't go home with Max, what makes you think she'd sleep with you?" TK pouted and poured himself a drink while saying, "Kris, what do you think it would take to get her home?" He sat back casually and said, "With a woman like her? I think she's the one who calls the shots. You can beg and plead, but in the end she's the one who decides, not you."
"Well either way, I bet you the next round she wouldn't take any of us home," Jordan said, "Come on, she's called the Ice Queen for a reason guys." Kris poured himself a drink and sat quietly as the guys continued to talk about Lana. "Max said she got burned real bad by a guy," Marc said with a shrug, "The rumor is she swore off love after." TK leaned in and said, "Well maybe she just needs a dashing hockey player to come in and sweep her off her feet." Jordan laughed and said, "TK I doubt you'd be the one. Christ, she's a foot taller than you!"
Kris laughed and continued to drink his beer as they went back and forth. There were many things he didn't know about Lana, and If what Marc said was true and she was treated poorly by a guy then that might explain some of her bitterness. But he know there had to be more to it; You don't just develop a cold, guarded exterior from one heartbreak - she had hinted at multiples. While he was curious about her past, he knew better than to ask. Don't Pry was one of her rules, and for now he was going to stick with them. For him, he would rather play her game than never get to experience the mystery that is Alana Snow.
He picked up his Gatorade while saying, "You know I'm not a talker when I work out Marc." His friend smiled and said, "I know you aren't Kris, but I also know when something is bothering you. It's Kate isn't it?" He just had to say her name didn't he? They had all seen and heard about her now dating an actor in Montreal. The photos, the news stories. Just when he was starting to forget her she was shoving salt back into the wound. Kris ran his fingers through his hair and said, "I don’t want to talk about her.”
Marc rolled his eyes and adjusted his hat, “I know, you never want to talk about her. That’s your problem. You’re never going to get over her until you do.” He chugged the last of his Gatorade and threw the bottle away. His friend knew instantly by his reaction that the subject needed to be dropped. "Fine, If you are not going to talk about her, then your going to come out tonight with us and have a few beers. You need to loosen up." He was tightly wound up, and to be honest he could use a few drinks. "Fine, where at," he asked his friend. "Bar 19. The guys wants to hit on that bartender again" he said with a grin.
Bar 19...That was Lana's Bar. Part of him wanted to say no, but instead he respond, "OK, I'll see you there later." Kris walked calmly to the showers, but his mind had already started thinking about her. He turned on the hot water and began to lather up. The sound of her moans, the taste of her lips, and the feeling of her soft skin were now racing in his mind. Somehow she knew exactly what his body needed without knowing him, while making him work for every ounce of pleasure. Kris had never had a sexual experience with anyone like that before; Lana’s body was like she was a drug, and he wanted it badly.
But beyond their sexual encounters, he couldn't quite explain his attraction to her. Lana was nothing like any of the women he had ever dated or slept with before. He was used to the puck bunnies and models that would flock to him because of his status and good looks. Lana was intriguing; she was a woman of contradiction. On the outside Lana had a cold and coarse personality, as well as a jaded point of view on relationships and love. But even though she was cold as ice, he could tell that there was a fire inside her fueled by a combination of anger and desire. He wondered if it was this toxic combination that created the raw passion he experienced with her. Whatever it was, he wanted more -- and tonight was looking like a good night to test out their agreement.
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Lana yawned as she raided her closet, looking for the perfect outfit for the evening. Her hands flicked the hangers aside until she came across a few items to throw together. She slid into a tight fitting leather skirt and a strategically ripped rolling stones t-shirt. She finished it off with her staple knee high boots and leather jacket. Finally satisfied, she grabbed her keys and guitar, and began to walk to work. As she made her way down Carson she could feel the looks, but could have cared less. Tonight was her night, and soon all her money problems would fade with one night full of music.
She snuck into the bar from through the back door and headed straight onto the stage. She greeted her band mates and plugged in her equipment that she kept at the bar for shows. Within a half hour they were ready. She flung her guitar over her shoulder and took a quick sip of her beer as the lights dimmed. She played a quiet opening lick and nodded to the bass player as he began playing the beat. The bar was still noisy until her voice rang out, singing a heavier version of Black Velvet. She let her heavy, soulful vocals carry over the PA as she broke into the guitar solo. When the song ended she could barely hear herself announce that they were “Snowstorm” over the crowd that was going wild.
They played for nearly and hour, covering various rock hits for the rowdy bar. After her first set ended the band left the stage and headed up the rickety, old wood stairs to the loft. Lana walked into her dressing room, locking the door behind her before crashing on the old crimson leather couch. She grabbed her songbook and began to write a second set list when she was startled by the sound of movement in the room. Her eyes darted around the room until they fixated on the small bathroom across from her. “What the Hell, How did you get in here?” Kris stepped out of the doorway with a grin and said, “Up the fire escape and through the open window.”
“I didn’t know you played here,” he said while walking up to her, “You’re good.” Her eyes moved from the floor up his body slowly, feeling her heart rate begin to pick up. It had been a only a week since she had seen him, and she certainly didn’t expect to see him appear out of thin air. “I know I'm good, in fact I'm fucking fantastic,” she said with attitude while placing one hand on her hip, "I guess you came back for more. So what, do you want to meet later?" He shook his head and said, “No, I want you now.” She flipped her hair aside and said, “Well that’s nice, but I only have fifteen minutes before the next set.”
Kris took her hands, pulling her up off the couch while saying, “Sorry, but with that outfit on I don’t think I can wait till later.” His strong hands pulled her hips into his as he dove in for a kiss. “Right here? Now? That won’t work, you know I’m not a quiet one,” she said as his hand slid down her hip, just below her skirt. “Well then learn to be quiet,” he smirked as he pushed her up against the wall leading to the bathroom. He didn’t allow her the chance to respond, instead he began to kiss her, shoving his tongue in her mouth. Kris’s hand reached up her skirt, and he quickly began to tease her through her thin lace underwear. She quickly felt herself getting wetter with each calculated motion. “You are one dirty man, aren’t you,” she whispered as he reached up her shirt and played with her breasts with his free hand. “Oh you have no idea how dirty I can be Miss Snow,” he said in her ear.
He turned her body, leaning her forward over the edge of the table. No sooner than his jeans hit the floor, he was already sliding up inside her. She bit down on her fist in order to prevent a gasp from escaping. As he began to plunge in and pull out, she had to fight every urge to scream out in pleasure. She hated to admit it, but the thrill of him sneaking in and ravaging her body took her excitement to a whole other level. Lana just lied there letting him take control of her body as he dished out pleasure, which was very unlike of her. She refused to let someone take this much control of her, let alone her body. But for some reason she let him take complete control, and it felt so damn good.
She was so close to getting off when a familiar voice spoke up outside. “Lana, Ten minutes,” said her drummer from outside the door, “You want anything from the bar?” Kris paused for a moment and she was able to muster out, “Um, Get me a whiskey. I’m almost finished so I’ll be down soon.” She heard the sound of feet leave, and that’s when Kris dove back in filling her completely. Her mouth opened wide, and as quickly covered by his hand to mute the sound that escaped. “Shhhh,” he said into her ear. He quickened his pace while still covering her mouth with one hand. It didn't take long for her to get off, and her knees buckled beneath her from the intense orgasm. He removed his hand from her mouth as he pulled out slowly. Lana stayed against the table for a moment trying to compose herself, but she soon stood up slowly and looked into the mirror. She made some wardrobe adjustments and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick as Kris zipped up his jeans and tucked the used condom into the trash.
"Next time I'll choose when and where," she said with a smirk, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a show to put on." And without saying any other words, she turned on her heel and walked out the door. Lana let her half wave do the talking for her as she returned to the bar below. She made her way back up to the stage and focused on tuning her guitar before speaking into the microphone and starting the second set in a much better mood.
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Kris walked back in from outside and took a seat at the table with the rest of the guys. "Hey man seriously, why did your agent have to call now," Marc asked. Kris shrugged and said, "I don't know, he always calls at the worst times." Jordan smirked and said, "I thought you'd never come back, that's why I finished the pitcher of beer." He shook his head and said, "Typical. Let me guess It's my round too?" As everyone laughed Marc stood up and offered to get the next round, and left to go up to the bar.
Kris looked up the stage and began to stare at Alana as she began to play an 80's hair metal song. He was amazed at more than her body, and began to wonder why someone with this much talent was broke and playing a tiny bar. She played the guitar with confident skill and as she sang her stage presence just oozed with sex appeal. "Man, I'd love to pour some sugar on her," TK said with a big grin, "I wonder what it would take to get her to go home with me." Kris held back a laugh as Marc returned with beer and said, "She wouldn't go home with Max, what makes you think she'd sleep with you?" TK pouted and poured himself a drink while saying, "Kris, what do you think it would take to get her home?" He sat back casually and said, "With a woman like her? I think she's the one who calls the shots. You can beg and plead, but in the end she's the one who decides, not you."
"Well either way, I bet you the next round she wouldn't take any of us home," Jordan said, "Come on, she's called the Ice Queen for a reason guys." Kris poured himself a drink and sat quietly as the guys continued to talk about Lana. "Max said she got burned real bad by a guy," Marc said with a shrug, "The rumor is she swore off love after." TK leaned in and said, "Well maybe she just needs a dashing hockey player to come in and sweep her off her feet." Jordan laughed and said, "TK I doubt you'd be the one. Christ, she's a foot taller than you!"
Kris laughed and continued to drink his beer as they went back and forth. There were many things he didn't know about Lana, and If what Marc said was true and she was treated poorly by a guy then that might explain some of her bitterness. But he know there had to be more to it; You don't just develop a cold, guarded exterior from one heartbreak - she had hinted at multiples. While he was curious about her past, he knew better than to ask. Don't Pry was one of her rules, and for now he was going to stick with them. For him, he would rather play her game than never get to experience the mystery that is Alana Snow.
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5/20/14