Snapshot: Fire And Ice
by Gilda Lily

He is perfect, crystals glittering on his lashes. He is a sentry, frozen in nude perfection. His skin is snow-white, a sparkling diamond wedged in his navel, his nipples diamond-tipped. He is encased in the block of ice that has preserved him all these years. The Inuit say that he is an Ice God whose heart was frozen by an Evil Snow Bitch. Footsteps can be heard crunching on snow. Wood clatters on the ice before the sleeping god. The visitor stretches out on the ice, carefully rubbing and stroking. The Fire bursts out. Slowly, the Ice God's eyes open. Blue eyes the color of the Northern sky look at his savior.

Emerald eyes the color of a Mediterranean sea look back. Long legs spread a little further.

Fire always melts Ice.

End