did my best to find some summery photos in my gallery even if they weren't explicitly "heatwave" adjacent
I'm sprawled out across the floor, mostly naked and still sweating my ass off in front of the fan. My hair has been pulled into a ponytail to keep the heat off my neck, but all its done is make it cling uncomfortably to my skin.
"Why is it worse in here than outside?" Farah complains when she enters my flat, her usual sunny disposition seeming to melt from the constant heat.
"Building wasn't built with air conditioning," I groan, pathetically reaching up with grabby hands for her. My girlfriend lightly holds my fingers in hers, nose wrinkling faintly at the sweat before she kneels down to give me a kiss.
"Ohmygodthefan," she moans breathlessly, tipping her head back to bare her throat to the artificial breeze. It shocks a laugh from my lips, bright and refreshing.
"Did you come over here just to feel the fan?"
Farah doesn't respond at first, letting mischief twist her face into a smirk before she kisses me again, this time tugging me to my feet. Her body is warm, too warm against me, but the embrace is familiar, and I lean into it regardless.
"I need a cold shower after that patrol. Do you want to come with me?"
"Then coming back out is gonna suuuuuck." It's barely a protest; the idea of icy water over my shoulders seems divine in comparison to wallowing in the sticky feeling of sweat gathering beneath my breasts.
She leads me into the bathroom, and I help her out of her sundress, feeling her damp skin cling to the thin fabric in my hands. My girlfriend sighs in relief as the open air reaches her newly exposed flesh, tiny goosebumps raising across her arms as she glances back at me. I brush some of her baby hairs from her cheek, feeling the curve of her smile against my knuckles before I unclip her bra.
It almost feels like getting ready for any other shower, if it weren't for the heat that permeats even into the bathroom, with cool tiles beneath our feet and water rushing through the pipes.
"How do you do with cold water anyway?"
Farah tips her head in thought, golden eyes oddly dull as she watches me remove my boxers and step into the shower. My body flinches from the sudden cold, but the discomfort is quickly replaced by relief as frigid water kneads its fingers into my scalp.
"Not the worst of the unit," her voice breaks when she steps under the spray, "but if it weren't this hot out, I wouldn't be doing this."
I wind my arms around her waist, hoping to press some of my heat into her to guard against the chill. She leans into me, tension bleeding out of her frame, shoulders dropping.
"At least we can cuddle like this," I murmur, kissing water and salt from her jaw.
"I missed you. I love Nat, but I think being so tall just likeâŚlets all of the heat leave her body and it's not fair."
"Have you asked Adam to put you on night patrols with Mason? He's not doing too great with the heat either."
The vampire glances at me, like the thought hadn't crossed her mind, before she moves to smother my face in kisses, pushing me gently against the wall.
"You're kind of genius, Birdie."
Blood rushes to my cheeks.
Farah giggles, leaning back enough for me to see the spark in her eyes has returned. Good.
"Now help me wash off, I'm getting too cold."
