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Body heat

The Body Heat Meme

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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"It won't storm forever. We can at least camp out until morning when there's less of a possibility of being creamed along the highway. We don't even know where we are." See? Logic. This is why trips had to have at least one party without a Y chromosome.

"Yeah, but 'not forever' can still be a long time," he points out. "Better to try to get ahead of anything worse in the works," a different brand of logic.

This is why he likes her, though. She will argue a point if she feels that strongly about it. Head-strong and stubborn is kind of his type.

"Tell me which of these scenarios has a better outcome: Scenario one, you stumble out of here, I have to follow after you because I'm not letting you run around like a chicken with your head cut off alone out there in a blizzard, and we wind up pulling a Shining ending and freezing in some weird macabre position. Or, Scenario two, we sit in the car, use the storm as a very valid reason to not go traipsing around in the white fluffy death, and maybe take a nap. It's getting chilly in here, and if that's the case, it's worse out there." Hell yes, would she argue a point she felt strongly on. Especially when it involved him losing body parts.

He huffs a soft, annoyed sound as he tips his head back against the headrest again. She's right, and he knows it, but that's just as annoying as everything else. Except it's harder to be mad at her than it is at Fury, especially since he's not actually here right now.

"Fine," he mutters, dejected. He hits the release on his seat belt and slides the seat back. If they're doing this, he's going to at least get as comfortable as possible in the car.

She blinked at him, wondering how much he could see in the dark interior. She heard the hiss of the seatbelt sliding free, and then the click and shift of him lowering the seat. "Really? Just like that? Wow. I should trap you in cars more often when we're arguing. I like winning."

He folds his hands behind his head and looks over long-ways at her. "I'm not exactly dying to get out in all of that... but I will. If anyone's walking anywhere, it should be me." She has some advanced physiology, but it's not the same as what the serum did for him, even if his version wasn't as good or potent as what Steve had been given.

He snorts softly and shakes his head, "Yeah... maybe you should give it a try next time." A smirk rests on his lips.

"It's the balls, isn't it? Balls make you think stupid things. It's okay. I forgive you for your balls."

She turned in her seat to face forward, mostly so she could find the lever that let her set the seat back. Back and lying down. Afterward, she took her seatbelt off. The car was still warm enough that the snow was having a hard time sticking too much, but that wouldn't last long. The upper half of the windshield was already getting hard to look through. "Don't suppose you could call your manager and complain about work environments, huh?"

He snorts a laugh at that and shakes his head. "You're crazy," but there's only fondness in his voice as he says it, so it can't really be an insult.

"Not really that kinda situation," he shakes his head. But hey, if he had to be stuck somewhere in the snow, she was at least better company than any of the idiots Fury was going to try to send with him.

"Yeah, well, you're the weirdo putting your dick in all this crazy. What's that say about you?" So there, Bucky. She settled in against her laid back seat, but realized quickly this might not be the wisest arrangement.

"You know... we could both get in the backseat. Share some of that body heat you got going on..."

"I guess it says I don't mind it so much," he says, shooting her a grin.

Honestly? He was fine, but then again... he usually slept on the floor on nights he's alone, less so when one of them is at the other's place; it's nice having that time with her attached to something else than the nightmare-covered floor of his apartment.

"Sure, if that's what you want," he agrees to it easily. He thinks about it for a moment and hums curiously, "Think there might be a blanket in the trunk?" Chances were 50-50, if he had to guess; any vehicle provided by Fury had a chance of being packed well, but it didn't mean every avenue was always covered, either.

"Okay. Get in the backseat." She darted forward and pulled the keys from the ignition. Jangling them at him, she smirked. "I'll go look in the trunk."

Fury was going to hear a mouthful from her about his shitty mechanic or whoever the car got rented from, but it might not come with a boot to the nards if there was at least a basic supply set in the trunk. Bracing herself, she opened the door and slipped out quickly, closing it behind her to keep as much heat in as she could. "Shit." It was cold out here. Cold and dark. Teeth chattering, she slid her way around the car to the back near the trunk to go rifle in it, looking for equipment.

He tries to grab her wrist and stop her, but she's faster and is already scrambling out of the car to check the trunk. "Brat," he mutters, shifting to sit up and get out of the car, moving the seat forward, as far up as it would go.

"Anything?" he asks, glancing over at the opposite end of the car toward where Jess rummages around the trunk. "Hurry up," he teases her, opening the door to the backseat. It takes a second for him to do the same with the passenger seat to push it as far up and out of the way as possible. "Does this..." but he's mostly talking to himself as he fidgets with the backseat trying to find any button or lever that might recline it even just a little, and she probably can't hear him anyway.

A soft 'thud' confirms he found the right button and he nods, satisfied. It's not a bed, but it's close enough given the circumstances. More like a shitty couch, at best.

There was a gym bag type thing in the back, along with an extra tire and all the accoutrements to change it. She unzipped it, feeling inside, since she couldn't see shit, feeling plastic, plastic, round plastic, then something material. Good enough. She could sort it out later. Grabbing the bag, she closed the trunk and opened the passenger rear side to slip in, feeling the chill all through her as a bit of wet had slipped down the neck of her jacket and was inching down her back. "I fucking hate snow."

"I know," he chuckles softly. He'd already shed his leather jacket, so they have something to make a pillow out of for the moment even if it's not the best one. "you've said so before..." He does listen, you know.

He glances over at her, not quite settled in any specific position yet as he asks, "Top or bottom?" he can already imagine the quippy joke or snapback she'll have for that, but it's a practical question, here. They can't lay side-by-side, so.

Her hair hid the smile at his affirmation. Yeah, he knew. Yeah, he listened to her. Yes, she knew and appreciated that. The bag rested on her knees and she cleared her throat before she tapped it. "There's water in here too, I think. Felt like plastic bottles."

Glancing over at him, she had to squash down the instant reaction to that question, but it showed in the way her lips were twisting into a smirk. "For sex? Bottom. For sleep? Top. You're heavy." For cuddling, well, she'd prefer to spoon him from behind, but the carseat didn't offer that much room.

He can barely see, whatever moonlight they’d had earlier seems to be hidden behind clouds now; she’s little more than a silhouette in the darkness, but he swears he can feel that smirk that twists her mouth just so.

“Very thorough answer, I like it,” he grins, shifting now to lay down against their makeshift bed. “And at least we won’t die of dehydration. Bet there’s an MRE or something in there too.” They aren’t great, but he’s certainly had worse.

“C’mere,” he mumbles, reaching for her with his right hand, warm fingers wrapping gently around her wrist to try and tug her closer, being particularly mindful of exactly how much cooler than usual the metal of his left arm would be at the moment.

She shoves the bag down into where their feet would be if they were sitting, up near their heads on that side of the car so it's within easy reach. Then she climbs up with his help, half on him, half on the seat. A little digging and she finds that material she'd found before. "I'll kick him half as hard as I was planning because of the blanket."

But she also takes a little time to shrug out of her jacket. Leather wasn't great to lay against for warmth, and she wanted to share hers with him, not block him from it. Laying on his chest was always a good place to wind up, so that's where her head went as soon as she flicked out the thinner than she wanted it to be blanket over them. "Now I'm really glad it was me, because you snuggling up with Agent Scowlyface Shades McNofun might be fun to think of, but less fun to do."

He’s still while she shifts around to get everything settled and then herself, snaking his arm around her like it might help lock in a little more heat— maybe it will, mostly though? He just wants to hold her close because he can. Doubly fun because the situation actually kind of calls for it.

With her settling against his chest, he can feel any remaining tension in his shoulders melt away. “I would definitely not be doing this with Agent McScowly or… whatever the hell you just said,” he chuckles.

"I hope not. I'd hate to beat up all of Fury's little rent-a-MIB because they got all up close and snuggly with you. That'd leave him with just the weirdo aliens. Then where would we be?" There. Right there on the edge of his chest, where her head fit just right, and she could slide her arm around his waist and tuck it in between him and the back of the seat. There. That was her spot. "You're a good snuggler. They'd be helpless against it. I couldn't blame them. I'd still break them, though."

“I’m pretty sure I’d suffer in silence before I got snuggly with one of Fury’s guys,” he chuckles lightly; one thing’s for sure: there’s never any boredom to be found when Jess is around.

He presses a kiss into her hair as she settles further against him. “If I’m stuck in the middle of a storm, I’m glad it’s with you instead.”

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The blanket was pulled over them, and she lay there for a moment in the dark, eyes open, hearing the sounds of the car cooling down; the heat from the hood of the previously working car clashing with the fall of the snow to make little metallic pings. "You think this was intentional? Some kind of test of his?"

He doesn't move while the silence stretches between them; neither of them are the particularly overly chatty type. Silence with Jess isn't uncomfortable to him, though; it's mutual if it's anything at all.

At that question, an eyebrow arches upward. "I dunno... does it matter?" He doesn't lean too much into the things he knows Fury wants–– he only does that in the places where their desires overlap, even if the supporting reasoning is very different.

"I'm not a fan of his. I don't like that he still thinks he and whatever shady government sect think they have a right to keep you on a leash. It makes me want to..." She quieted for a moment, not sure she should finish that sentence.

"I don't like it."

"I know," he reaches up to run his hand along the length of her back, a steady, slow pace that he continues mindlessly. "I don't either. Lesser of two evils is still evil, but..." he trails off. There isn't really an end to that statement.

"Has he given you some kind of end goal? How long he expects you to be in 'service'?" Even regular military got that. But Bucky wasn't regular. It wasn't even the Winter Soldier thing. It was the enhanced thing. And that made him one of their toys.

It chafed at her.

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