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Freezing Fire/Burning Ice	By : torachick91 Category: S through Z > Sky High Views: 1680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not and never shall own sky high. It’s story and characters belong to Disney and others. No profit, I gain nothing from this story. I’m merely borrowing them for my crappy little story here.

Chapter List
- 1-Freezing the Fire/Burning the Ice
- 1
Disclaimer: I do not and never shall own sky high. Its story and characters belong to Disney and others. I'm merely borrowing them for my crappy little story here.
Author Note: this story has been bouncing around in my head for a long time. I've been trying, and failing, to find a good warren/ice girl fic for forever and never seem to be able to find one. I personally hate OC's in this section because people tend to make them uber powerful, silly little emo's, or just plain wrong. I know that FG is technically only slightly canon, but I'm going for authentic here. If I remember correctly, the few shots of her showed a blond, chic dressed girly with a stick up her ass and a tendency for blues. So here you are. This chapter is just a rush of my ideas and plot barfed out at you guys. If you like it, I'll make it a fully chaptered story. If not, no big and it stops here. I hope you enjoy.
Pairings: Warren/ Freeze Girl A.K.A. – Elizabeth "Lizzie" Frost
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Fire and ice. I'm not going to go into the deep, resounding, totally clique and romanticized notions behind that phrase. Be satisfied to know that it's exhilarating, uncontrolled, and intense. I never thought I'd find something like this so young, not to mention, with him. But I suppose its karma coming back to kick my arse. It is rather pathetic of me to fall in love with my own lies. Because we weren't really together, this whole year had just been one long, drawn out scam and I was the dope who screwed up big time by feeling more than I should for my co-conspirator. But honestly, anyone with two eyes and an appreciation for the male physique can't blame me. Warren Peace was hot, like flush from your toes to your head with just a look from him. Of course, to begin with I was unaffected, my ice mask up and fully sealed. I needed to use him, nothing more. He was dangerous, different, and definitely not in my father’s 'plan' or my future. He didn't mind being used, so I used him. It definitely was not part of the plan to feel... well to feel anything for the hothead.
My father told me when I was eleven that he never wanted a daughter; that my brother was all he'd ever wanted or needed and that a daughter was just a disappointment and burden he could never see being worth anything. Told me to my face while he sat at our dining room table casually reading the paper and sipping coffee. I was just a kid so, after he said that I did everything I could to make him love me, notice me, be proud. It was stupid of me but, I dressed the way he'd want, made friends with the children of his colleagues, dated the boy he wanted me to; anything for him.
But it was never enough. I never got the love, recognition, or pride I wanted. I told myself as I got over that, that his love was not necessary, that all I needed was to show him I was worthy of him. So I began functioning under the opinion that I was a Frost, and Frosts had a certain code of conduct when it came to life and mine was to be the perfect daughter. To find the social connections that would benefit the family, to always support my brother, to never bring attention to myself, or out shine my brother.
It's strange to look back on that girl and all the time she spent trying to get the approval of that man. I haven't completely lost her yet, social connections are always good to have, and I have a fabulous sense of style, in a way I'll always have a part o me that understands that my father's attention is something I'll always crave.
Warren was the anomaly in this story. He had burned a place in my life without me even noticing. It started with tutoring I'd had to break down and ask him for. I'd been failing Mad Science and let's face it, who was Warren going to gossip to about the ice queen needing remedial lessons? He was the safe, if not unfortunate, option. I convinced him to tutor me for a small price and swore him to secrecy.
If I'm completely honest, I was a right bitch to him for the first few weeks. Insulting him in every way I could. He gave as well as he got though, so I don't feel too bad for him. It was during one of these verbal assaults that he kissed me. Well, more liked slammed me up against the wall and assaulted my mouth, but we'll go with kiss. Later, when I asked him why he'd done it he said "you looked like you needed It." then he smirked and walked away with him confident saunter.
I hated that saunter and the confidence that he always seemed to posses. I resented his happiness and the ease he had with his own existence. I was gleeful whenever the reality of his parentage was thrown in his face. I saw it as an evening of the playing field.
The next week, during our study session I decided to get back at him and was on about his parents, or some such and not even half way through the nastiest, if not most creative insults I'd ever come up with, he grabbed me and kissed the words from my lips. I was getting used to this way of silencing me, if not anticipating it. He fucked me right there in the living room of his two bedroom apartment while his mum was at work. Not forcefully mind, I was an active participant; but after, I couldn't understand why I'd done it. Finally I decided it was because I was bored and liked the thrill. I asked him why he did it, what did he gain from it. He said, with a particularly viscous smirk, "You looked like you needed it."
This went on for weeks. Whenever I was bored, stressed, or pent-up; I'd go to him. He indulged me by always being available and ready. We weren't dating, we didn't cuddle afterwards, we never spoke about our days, and we never shared sweet nothings. It was a booty call only, and we were both ok with that.
Then, something changed when he saw me dance. It was after school and the gym was empty, or so I'd thought and I hadn't had a chance to practice in a long time. My father didn't approve of ballet, not for the daughter of a Frost. It was one of my first rebellions, starting when I was eight years old and my mother got me private lessons and continued behind my father's back ever since. I'd been dancing the routine for my upcoming audition for a space in the Maxville Ballet. I knew I'd never be able to take the spot, but I wanted to audition, I'm not exactly sure why. At the end of the silent routine, I heard applause. When I looked to the gym entrance, there was Warren, an unreadable expression on his face. I'd expected harsh insults and laughter, but his eyes were serious, if guarded. I glared at him, embarrassed at being seen. I asked him how long he'd been there. He said sense before I'd started the dance. I asked him why he'd let me continue and that I didn't want nor need an audience. He smiled at me, the first real smile I'd seen from him. He stepped close to me and my already labored breath accelerated. He placed a hand on my waist and placed a sweet kiss to my forehead before saying, "you looked like you needed it." I stormed off then and called him a perverted wanker, trying to hide my red face and heightened temperature.
After that, he became a more frequent fixture in my life, we spent more time just hanging out together, actually talking. He was the first person I told about my true feelings for my father and the first since my mother about my love for dancing. I think I noticed the change of our relationship to friendship at my audition. I'd told him about casually, like it didn't matter if he came or not, but as I stood on that stage, I couldn't stop my eyes from searching for him. And when I saw him, standing in the back I let my heart calm and nerves fly away. I floated during that routine; the best I'd ever done. When I was finished and leaving through the back door he was there with his motorcycle and a dozen white roses. I was confused by him, what did he want and what did he think would come from this? I asked him why he even bothered to come after throwing the roses on the ground. He grinned at me, as if my outburst was the reaction he wanted and had been anticipating. He pushed towards me, backing me up to the brick wall of the dance studio. He smirked at my glare and kissed me, deeply and with a passion I craved. He pulled back and turned towards his bike, starting it up and holding his hand out to me before saying, "you looked like you needed it". I felt my heart skip at those words and did something that I knew I shouldn't, I took his hand and sealed my own fate.
Then came the fiasco with Royal Pain, I had never been more frightened for someone in my entire life. I couldn't tell what was going on until it was over and Warren, Stronghold and their group of sidekicks claimed victory. I was so relieve that he was ok that I asked him to dance in front of everyone; even my boyfriend. I still don't know why I did that, maybe it was jealousy over that freshmen hippie, because I couldn't take my eyes off of him in that suit, or because I had to convince myself he was ok and in one piece. Whatever the reason, we danced and he held me close to him, and told me I looked beautiful. I asked him why he would say that and break our rule. He smiled at me, a true smile, and stroked my hair saying, "you looked like you needed it."
That night I went with him a hotel room in the city after the dance. Neither of our parents cared where we were, so we took advantage. I followed him, feeling a strange ball of confusion and anticipation in my stomach. Something was different tonight and what we did and said could change everything. I wasn't sure that was a good thing. But when we got to the room and I stood there with him, saw the look in his chocolate eyes, I was lost.
I stood there I the room trembling like a virgin. Instinctively I powered up when he stepped to me, covering my skin in a layer of ice. He stopped not one foot from me and powered up himself, a layer of red hot fire erupting from his skin. He touched me with his burning hand and I heard a sizzle of melting ice and steam. I felt a tingle on my arm and the sensation was intoxicating. We'd never done anything like this before. Before we had left our powers out it, but tonight all of our beings were bared to the other.
"You love me" he whispered with a cocky grin on his red face, his lips trailed down my neck and the sizzle and tingle of it made me moan. I placed my hands on his head pulling him up to face me; everywhere we touched a sight for intense neural pleasure. I grinned at him seeing the fire in his eyes and meeting it with the ice in mine, "you love me, you pathetic hothead."
He laughed at that the sound causing things low in my stomach to tighten and pulse. "What fools we are huh, redoing the age-old high school romance".
"I hate cliques" I said, smiling slightly at him.
"Then let's do them all to shame".
And with that challenge presented, we rose up to meet it.
His hands caressed every inch of my frozen skin as mine trailed down his back and up his arms. His heat was so fierce I could feel my face heat as the air around us steamed and hissed. Somehow, my dress and his tux were abandoned and we lay there clinging to each other, drowning in icy hot kisses. I lay back, gasping for air as he covered my face in small bites and kisses. Then he made his way down to my chest and took my nipple in his mouth. I moaned at the over powering heat that surrounded me and lower my temperature as he settled between my legs, the weight of him the perfect fit. He continued to torment my breasts as his left hand trailed lower and lower. He circled my belly button, dipping his finger in and out in the most suggestive way.
Then, his hand moved further south and was finally poised before the spot I wanted it to be with all my being. I arched my back as he gave a rather sharp tug on my nipple at the same time he pushed those so terribly hot fingers into me. I moaned wantonly as the heat and feeling of his fingers flooded my mind with pleasure. He soon added two more fingers and upped his pace. I lifted my hips and arched so that he hit that perfect spot. I opened my blue eyes to stare up at him, he was panting a bit in effort, but he smiled and kept his pace steady and just as vigorous as before. I smiled for him, gasping as I felt the end nearing. I widened my eyes to let him know and he expertly began rubbing his thumb over my clit, and with only ten more seconds of the bombardment of pleasure I came with a scream a flash of uncontrolled power, a layer of frost and snow falling all around us.
He grinned at me as I finally stopped shaking from the aftershocks. He pushed a lock of blonde hair behind my ear, his eyes still so intense and passionate. "You look magnificent when you cum," he said, grinning wider, sort very proud of himself.
I smirked back at him before rolling on top of him, pinning him beneath me, his wrists in my hands above his head. I leaned down liking his too warm ear and biting it hard, "Do I now? Well I'm afraid I don't have any recent memories of your own mid-orgasm expressions. I do believe we need to amend that."
He pushed his hips up, a very prominent part of his anatomy grinding into my pelvis, "Oh we should defiantly amend that. It might take all night too, to forever etch it into your memory, you know?"
I grinned at him, leaning down to nuzzle his exposed throat, coating the area with a layer of frost that immediately melted as he moaned. Instead of answering him with words I shimmied down his body a little spreading my legs more before reaching back and grasping his dick in my hand. He moaned as I surrounded the red hot organ with my sub zero finger tips and began to pump him before posing him right below my entrance. With one last grin to him, I sank down unto him. It was magic. The warring between our two powers was ongoing and added more waves of pleasure. I lifted myself up and began the dance that all human beings know and understand. His eyes were bright with fire as I stared down at him, feeling every inch of him sink into me then slowly slide almost all the way out, before the steps began again. After a while it became too much and I slid off of him, rolling onto my back before pulling him on top of me.
HE grinned down at me before plunging into me, taking his control back. I gave it to him, in that moment gave him all of me. I left the world of conscious thought and jus t felt. In and out, our breathing synchronized, our hips moving up and down to crash together. His arms cradled my head and the heat from him was met with the cold from me, the sheets and our skin becoming soaked with the steamy air. It didn’t matter. Nothing but the feeling of each other did.
I met him thrust for thrust, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten and pulse I gasped his name, staring into dark amber eyes that were squenched as if in pain, his eye fell shut as his face contorted into a grimace and I felt him begin to pulsate in his release. The pulsing of his member pulled me over with him and the tightening in my belly pulsed along with him as wave after wave of ecstasy raced through my system.
I caught my breath as I lay there, smiling slightly. My skin was stile at sub zero temperature and his was still red hot, but we were heating/cooling back to normal temperatures. I grinned and rolled over closer to him, not touching.
He grinned at me, kissing my lips lightly before closing his eyes, "I love you"
I grinned a silly grin, "You look like a constipated caveman when you cum."
He opened one eye to glance at me before closing it again, "It's a good thing you like cavemen than isn't it?"
I snorted before laughing out right.
That's how I found myself laying there, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings with the last person I'd ever have imagined. He was the fire to my ice. He burned through my walls and in such a clique way I'm almost gagging to say this; set fire to my heart.
I looked up at him, he was leaning over me, on one elbow, dragging a red hot finger down my arm, melting the ice there 'drawing' on my skin, my belly, thighs and chest had similar designs on them already. He told me he was tattooing me, marking his territory. I just rolled my eyes at him, but it felt too nice to make a big deal about, it wasn’t permanent anyway. His eyes were shining as he doodled, a small smile on his lips. I reached up with my other arm and brushed his hair back. He directed that smile at me then and I felt my heart skip a beat. I remembered to breath, and then asked him my biggest question yet.
"Why do you love me?"
His grin grew larger as he moved on top of me, leaning closer. He leaned in next to my ear, nuzzling my neck and licking my iced up ear with a fiery hot tongue before whispering,
"You look like you need it."
I sent I layer of frost at him, my laughter betraying my amusement. I kept laughing until I started crying and then I can't seem to stop.
He wraps him arms around me and just lets me sob like silly ninny. Because I needed it. I had needed to find my own path, I'd needed to feel something beyond the mask I fashioned, I'd needed to have someone to share with, someone to love. And Warren was all of that, and more.
"Because I needed it huh, my aren't we a self sacrificing little do-gooder. If I'd known you were this much of a softy, I'd have spent my time on someone more manly. Perhaps that Stronghold boy? He did seem to posses some more masculine qualities. I'm sure the Hippy won’t pose too much of a problem, after all I am a Frost and…"
I never did finish that rant as he proceeded to show me just how masculine he truly was, not that there was ever any doubt. Everything wouldn't be perfect, but at least now, I had hope. Fire and Ice, such a silly combination, but it made for spectacular sex, and truly, what more could a girl ask for.
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IM: so I hope you liked it, or at least could make it through to the end. Let me know what you think, give me your honest thoughts, keep writing, or leave it to everyone else? By the by, I based Lizzie of Emma Frost from the x-men, go figure right? Anyway, I see her as a stuck up British-American bint with a good heart. Anyways, R&R. lates
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