Cold Snap

Els/Shota
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Elly wasn't responding. Her lips had a bluish tint to them, and Aizawa was frightened in a way he hadn't been while fighting the villians that had trapped them. They were sealed inside this cavern in the forest with the entrance iced over, and the Insanity Hero was down. She had saved the students, but at what cost?

"All right, listen up. I'm going to try something to save her life. You three face the ice wall and keep signalling for help. Don't turn back."

He stripped quickly, efficiently. When he was nude he closed his eyes and steeled himself to undress her next. This he also did as fast as possible, breathing in sharply as her body was exposed, pale and cold, before him. He had to hurry.

Aizawa shoved the pile of cloth at the kids. "Take these. Use them like blankets." They blanched when they saw it was their teacher's clothing, but took them without a word. "Don't turn around, remember. If you need to, let me know first."

He rushed to her and slid her into the sleeping bag first. He had experience getting into the thing, and though it would be an impossibly tight fit he thought they could manage. It was close, but he wriggled inside, shivering at the feeling of her cold body against his. He pulled her arms around him and hugged her tight, hoping his body heat would warm her. Without the clothing, they had a chance. 

They were crammed so tightly into his sleeping bag that they were almost as one... and then, suddenly, they were.

His eyes widened. He had slipped inside her without even trying. Aizawa tried to back away, but they were too tightly pressed together. 

Elly choked, finally stirring. "What - what are you..?!"

"Ha," he panted roughly. "You're warm enough here, Ches. Hot, in fact." His gray eyes glazed over with pleasure. 

"Eraser, you son of a bitch!"

"Hush," he whispered. "It's working, you feel warmer."

"Yes, but you're - we're ..!"

"Having sex, yes. Please keep your voice down. The students don't need to know."

"They know we're naked, idiot," she hissed. "They probably guessed worse."

"Eh." He shrugged, the movement causing him to wriggle in deeper below. "This was," he gasped, "the most logical way to warm you up."

"You didn't have to undress us completely!"

"I disagree," he breathed, the joy of their act overtaking his senses for a moment.

"Bullshit. How long have you wanted me, you scruffy bastard?" She shivered, then bit her lip when he bucked gently forwards. 

"Ah, Ches, too long. Far too long." 

She blinked. He'd admitted it. "Aizawa?" A soft whimper escaped her. 

"Elly," he murmured. "To hell with formality, I'm making love to you. Call me Shota."

"Shota," she breathed in a much different tone as he began to speed up. "How are we going to explain this to - oh. Ohhhhh." She ducked her head as far under as she could, struggling to muffle her cries. 

His grin was fierce. "That good, huh?"

"What if this had been another woman? Would you have - " Surprisingly, he shut her up with a kiss. Elly panicked, knowing their heads were uncovered and though the act below might go unnoticed this was a clear giveaway. But she was swept up in the sweetness, amazed that the laconic man had passion in him for such a thing. 

"You could use your quirk."

"What?"

"To make us invisible. Still could, in fact." She bit her lip. They were certainly touching, so yes, it was possible. But how could she tell him she wanted to watch, to see his face when he came? The sardonic look he was giving her told her he knew the answer anyway. "It's all right. They're not watching, and I want to see you come, too."

"Damn it." 

"I'm close, Ches." He nuzzled her lips with his tongue. "I - I haven't been inside a woman in so long..."

"Shota, please," she whispered, embarrassed. 

"Too long. Then I saw you... and I waited." Elly squeezed him tight as he spoke between kisses. "Wanted this. Wanted you." His grin turned fierce when he felt her quivering around him. He had brought her off, even in such conditions. More importantly he had brought her back. She was still with him. 

"Damn it, Shota," she wept, holding onto him as if she never wanted to let go. 

He sniffled, and she looked up, startled. His eyes were as bloodshot as always, but they were also filled with unshed tears. "Shit," he choked, angry and embarrassed. He had no clue his orgasm was going to strike him like this - it wasn't a regular release, it was going to be a tactical nuke. He closed his eyes, the tears running down his scruffy cheeks as he did, and struggled to ride it through. He was hoping to finish silently, but she kissed him on the mouth so softly he choked. "I love you," he wheezed. "Ches..."

"I know. I get it now." She sighed, ears flicking forward. "I love you too, you big fool."