Battle of the fairies

Spring slips in first. Bare feet on marble. Her skin still carries the heat of new grass, hair the color of young leaves catching the late sun. Every step makes light burst behind her thighs, warm and liquid. Winter enters from the opposite colonnade. She glides on bare ice that appears, cracks, and vanishes beneath her heels. Her nipples are tight under the frost that clings like lace, breath a silver thread. One slow exhale turns the marble tiles white. They meet at the center fountain, steam rising where her skin meets the first thread of cold air. Spring presses forward; Winter holds her ground. No words yet, just the slow drag of their mouths until tongues meet, hot and hungry. Spring bites. Winter laughs, low. Spring drops to her knees on the chilled stone. She parts Winter’s thighs with deliberate hands, tongue sliding against the cool slick at Winter’s entrance. Winter’s fingers wind through Spring’s hair, pulling her closer, hips rolling in slow, hungry circles. The marble grows wet beneath them, then warm where Spring’s knees touch. Winter lifts Spring by the waist and flips her. Her tongue flicks one nipple, then bites until Spring gasps. Two cold fingers push inside, curling. Spring’s back arches; her thighs shake. Heat floods around Winter’s hand, melting frost into droplets that run down Spring’s ass. They twist together. Spring’s mouth works over Winter’s clit in urgent pulls while Winter fingers her in matching rhythm. Breath, frost, sweat; everything overlaps. The fountain overflows, water hissing on the newly warmed stone. At the moment Spring comes, her thighs clamp and heat bursts outward like blooming sun. Winter’s second orgasm follows, an arctic pulse, frost racing up her spine then cracking outward. The whole atrium glitters with melted water turning to tiny diamonds in the dawn light. Spring laughs, breathless, pressing one last open-mouthed kiss against Winter’s thigh. Winter’s fingers trace idle circles over Spring’s breast until the sweat cools. No more battle. Just the faint crackle of melting ice and the slow drip of water over marble.