Title: Some Like It Cool
By: Bridget McKennitt
Word Count: 331
Challenge: supernatural100's prompt ice
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself. Ice cube play
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Jess loved hot summer days, when their shitty air condition unit in their tiny apartment broke down from too much strain and the sidewalks were so heated, it could fry an egg. In days past, before Jo scolded her, Jess would spent hours with the refrigerator door opened, letting the cool air caress her sweat sheen skin.
Now she had a better way of keeping cool.
She waited by the door until Jo came home. That's when she pounced, shoving Jo against the wall and kissing her. Jo responded in kind, wrapping her arms around Jess' neck and pulling back slightly to suck on Jess' lower lip.
"Hi, honey," Jo breathed. "You're in a mood."
Jess grinned and shoved Jo towards their shoddy recliner chair that they found on the sidewalk near their apartment. "Stay right there." She winked at Jo before hurrying to the kitchen.
She opened the freezer door and took out the tray of ice cubes she prepped for such an occasion. She brought it back to the chair where Jo waited with clothes off and legs already spread. Jess could see the blonde curls nestled between Jo's legs.
Jess licked her lips as she set the ice cube tray down on the coffee table and lifted her tank top over he shoulders, tossing it aside. "It's like you can read my mind."
"I'm not psychic, but like I said, you're in a mood." Jo pulled Jess onto her lap. "I know how you are when you're in a mood." Jo gently bit Jess' shoulder. "Show me what you want, love. Show me."
Jess reached for the first ice cube and trailed it down Jo's chest, straight between her breasts, before dipping her head to lick her tongue down that same path. "Gonna cool you all up, Jo. Gonna lick off all that sweat and replace it with my ice cubes." She purred. "Are you ready?"
Jo rested her hands against Jess' waist and smirked. "Do your worst."
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