Locum Tenens
By Fewthistle

Author's Note: Written for the Stay Cool Challenge at the Thursday100 LiveJournal community.

Tracey's tongue slipped out, just the tip of it tasting slowly, almost reverently. A low moan left her, one that Kelly, lying in her bed in the grayish silver light of coming dawn, had dreamt of hearing.

Kelly watched, entranced, as Tracey leaned forward, capturing the creamy liquid, drawing it into her mouth. Another moan slipped out, this one more hedonistic than the last. Kelly could feel it down to her toes.

“Sure you don't want some?” Tracey asked, gesturing to the waffle-cone full of coffee ice cream in her hands. “It'll cool you off.”

“No, thanks,” Kelly said politely, well aware that, after watching Tracey, it would take more than ice cream to cool her off.