Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Challenge/Prompt: beattheblackdog 72: Energy, slashthedrabble 453: Daydream, and 1_million_words International Kissing Day
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 8 July 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Blanche," Dorothy asks in surprise, coming out onto the lanai, "what are you doing here?! I thought you'd be out on a date!"
"It's too hot," Blanche moans, fanning herself, "to go anywhere, to do anythin'. Ah feel just as drained for energy as a new sailor after he docks for th' first time!"
Dorothy's eyes narrow. She knows Blanche isn't talking about docking on dry land. "Since when is it ever too hot for you?"
"Oh, it is!" Blanche cries, fanning herself harder. "Why, if a scorcher like this had come up back when Ah was a little girl, Big Daddy would've taken us all into the ice house!"
Dorothy's eyes narrow even further. "Blanche, I know you like paying respect to your Southern heritage and all, but we didn't have ice houses when we grew up! We had refrigerators!"
"You maybe didn't have ice houses, but Big Daddy made sure we had one! He couldn't stand th' thought that his little girls might get too hot! His pappy before him had had one, an' he kept it goin' and well stocked all Summer long!" Her eyes drift closed as she leans back in her lounge chair. She moans.
Dorothy arches an eyebrow at her. "Blanche?"
"Ah was just seein' it again, Dorothy, feelin' that nice, cold breeze rushin' up mah skin an' under mah dress! But you . . . You would've melted it all if you'd been there!"
"Ah know you would have! Ah was just seein' it," Blanche explains. "You stalkin' into th' ice house so big an' strong, so brave an' stubborn. You grabbed me, an' you -- you melted the ice!"
"Blanche, how long have you been out here? The heat's messing with your mind!"
"It may be," Blanche admits with a lustful sigh, "but you still melted th' ice, Dorothy!"
"How?" Dorothy demands, eyes narrowed and hands on her hips.
Blanche's eyes reopen. She looks a little dazed as her gaze lifts to Dorothy's. "Like this." Reaching out and tugging Dorothy's hand, she abruptly pulls the school teacher into her lap and immediately presses her lips to hers in a kiss more than hot enough to melt the ice cubes in Dorothy's splashing, sweet tea -- if they hadn't already melted.
Dorothy's lips part in a sigh. Blanche takes full advantage, smoothly dipping her tongue into her lover's sweet insides and deepening their kiss. When Blanche finally lets up, Dorothy is very nearly breathless. "No wonder you exhaust those sailors!" she teases with a gasp and a smile.
Blanche winks. "An' Ah used to melt more ice in that ole icehouse than mah two sisters combined!"
"I bet you did!" Dorothy's fingers thread up into Blanche's hair; she pulls her head down towards her again. "Of course that was Atlanta. Miami's hotter."
"It all still melts th' same, shugah," Blanche murmurs and kisses her again and again. No heat can compare to that of the Southern belle's, and pretty soon, Dorothy's certain that Blanche could even melt the Arctic!