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It was always hot in Florida. Gerard was long familiar with it, draipsing on lounge chairs and sticking to leather couches, wearing the shortest shorts and thinnest shirts in an attempt to alleviate herself from the sweltering heat that seemed to engulf the state every few months.
It came like clockwork, but it was never any easier. Her and Ray were both basking in it though — well, she was; laying on a deck chair in their backyard with a diet coke and possibly the shortest shorts she's ever worn (whether this was to purposely torture Ray is only known to her, but it worked either way.)
The other was busying himself making some water in a jug for them, filling it up with ice cubes in hopes to sate their need for relief from the heat. Gerard complained that cold showers were too brutal no matter the weather, and Ray could never argue with her.
He filled the jug to the brim, before carrying it to the deck chairs on their backyard porch where Gerard was currently inhabiting. She was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, her hair swept out of her eyes as she scrunched them shut. She looked like an absolute vision.
"It's too warm," she whined, not even bothering to check if it was Ray, "put an ice cube on me, please."
He furrowed his brows as he placed the jug down next to her, the clinking of the plastic against the ice loud in the silent yard. That was one good thing about where they lived — no neighbours.
"Why not just... drink the water?" He asked, not so much judging as he were curious.
She let out another overdramatic whine, shaking her head as she slowly dragged her body into an upward position, her eyes opening to stare at Ray.
"No. I want— y'know. To put the ice cubes on me. It'll feel weird, right?" She said, her own brows furrowing in a way that Ray had always found adorable. He loved it when she had a vision for something, but he would always challenge it just a little before giving in (see previous — he can never say no to his girl.)
"Huh. I suppose so. Good weird?" He said, picking up an ice cube to feel the difference against his own skin. He was in a white v-neck, and some longer shorts of his own. He had to admit, the ice against his arm was very relieving, and he let out a miniscule sigh at the way the water danced against his skin.
"C'mon, Toro." She whispered, laying back once more as she stretched her body out — not too different from a cat, "Cool me off, babe."
He clicked his tongue and allowed a smile to paint his features. She was beautiful like this, her eyes heavy with heat and relaxed, her body warm and soft. He could never refuse her anything, he meant it.
He reached into the jug and grabbed two pieces of ice before he could think any better of it, and placed them firmly on Gerard's collarbones, her shirt flimsy enough to allow the give of his palms easily as he dragged them along. He relished in the gasp it drew from her, watching as her eyes fluttered shut and the ice began to dispel water onto her neck and chest as it leaked.
"Good?" He muttered, not disrupting her relief, but checking in.
"F—Fuck. Yeah, Ray, good. More." Gerard replied, her voice already breathy around the edges and lilting with pleasure.
Ray knew that voice intimately, and already knew this would lead to activities that will heat them up once more. Maybe he could convince them to take a cold shower after all. Not one to disobey, he discarded the now melted cubes and reached to get more, this time placing them on Gerard's waist.
He scanned their features as this time they let out a soft whimper, biting down on her lower lip as her body contorted at the temperature difference. He began to roll them up, down, up, down until she let out steady, panting breaths.
"So pretty, Gee." Ray whispered, pressing a gentle, hot kiss to where the ice had just been on either side, "Such a good girl."
She nodded and smiled softly at him, gesturing him to get closer. He moved upwards so that he was face to face with her, just inches away from her lips. She moved forward in attempt to steal a kiss, but he was quick to block it.
"Uh-uh. Say please." He taunted, his voice teasing as a grin played on his features.
Gerard scowled at his change, but quickly recovered as she let out a meek 'please' in hopes of obeying his request. It seemed Ray had deemed it good enough, however, as their lips connected gently. He set the pace, gentle and loving, but Gerard was itching for more. She whined into his mouth, and grabbed an ice cube from the jug to the side.
Ray pulled away, his mouth opening as he began to ask what's wrong, before Gerard placed an ice cube directly on his neck. She ran it up and down smoothly, watching his body shiver and his eyes flutter closed. Ray had never been as... adventurous as Gerard, so it was always so fun to discover the things he really did like, and this was clearly one of them. He let out a soft curse as she pulled the cube lower, tracing his collarbone as he did to her moments ago, before pulling it back up to dance along his jaw.
"Feels good, hm?" Gerard said with a soft smile. He nodded quickly, the unusual sensation felt so personal in comparison to things such as pouring cold water over his head. It was such a controlled feeling, and yet so intensely different. It was heady, addictive in a way. They both craved more.