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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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She rested her head back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was right. When you had a choice, even if it was a shitty choice, it was better than the alternative. "Okay. I can live with that."

"Yeah, me too," he says, pressing a kiss into her hair. He know she understands how important autonomy is in general, but also especially to him, after everything HYDRA put him through.

It's not the most comfortable place he's ever slept, but it's far above the worst. With Jess curled up on top of him, it's easy to let himself start drifting off.

She was already not looking forward to the morning, but that was later. Now was lying in a car, knowing that even though this wasn't the best situation, they weren't alone in having to handle it. She felt the kiss to the top of her head, smiling, letting out a soft breath as she struggled to relax. "You're getting coffee in the morning," she grumped, though it was clearly an act.

“If you insist,” he murmurs back. The little grumpy note in her voice is cute, brings a touch of a smile to his lips. He curls his arms a little tighter around her, and just breathes her in.

He’s glad she pushed her way into this mission. Maybe the situation isn’t ideal, but at least he’s not alone in it. And he has a personal, Jess-shaped weighted blanket on top of him, which he really can’t complain about at all.

(God, he hopes he stays nightmare free in this small, enclosed space).

His blanket goes along with her Bucky-shaped pillow, so they were even. She might even admit, under duress, that she liked snuggling with him. She felt secure in the circle of his grip, slipping off into sleep, her only regret being they weren't in her bed and wearing less.

And maybe worn out from a very good time. Yeah, that'd be a nice close to the night, instead of a snow-covered car broken down on a highway.

Morning comes with sunlight pouring through the widows of the car, inescapable and blinding. He tries to hide from it by burying his face in Jessica’s neck, hoping her curtain of dark hair will help shield him from the sun.

Of course, all of that very well may have woken her up, too. But she did say he had to get the coffee this morning… and he definitely can’t go anywhere while she’s still snuggled on top of him, using him as a body pillow.

She feels the nuzzle against her, her hair bunching up as he hides from the light, and she tips her chin back to look up at him, blinking through sleepy gunk and trying not to yawn right in his face. "M'ning."

“Hey, sunshine,” he greets her, his own voice gravelly and groggy. He doesn’t move much otherwise though, except to press a kiss to her cheek.

Oh, how desperately he does not want to get up and out of this little nest they’ve made. He knows the second he does, he’ll regret it.

"Please tell me the car isn't still dead," she grumped, knowing that they wouldn't be that lucky and that sooner than later, there'd be the biting chill of having to get out of their cocoon.

“I’m still under you… how could I possibly know the answer to that?” He huffs a slightly muffled laugh.

"Super enhanced knowing shit skills?" She grumbled, her hand sliding up under his shirt, wishing they were back in either of their beds, where they could be a little more leisurely in their wakeup. Maybe even more fun.

"Must've missed me with that one in the serum," he smirks with a soft scoff that's half-a-laugh. He shudders a little when she slips her hands under his shirt, "How are your hands always like blocks of ice, Jess?" he mutters softly, but leans to try and catch her lips against his in a sleepy morning kind of kiss. She's not the only one longing for a bed in either of their apartments right now.

"Hey," she murmured against his lips, grinning at the same time. "Keep that up and I'll steam the car up warming them up for you." Was that a threat of car sex?

It was a threat of car sex.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he mumbles back, one hand sliding down to grip her ass. He nips at her lower lip, before kissing her again, a little more heated this time.

She couldn't help the smile that curved against that kiss, and she shot back, "I'll do more than threaten." She also couldn't help the zing of heat that went through her when his hand moved down and gripped at her ass. She returned the favor by sliding her hand down over his chest and down between his legs, cupping up against him as she kissed him back.

“Jess…” he groans, moving to kiss her neck and lightly nip at her shoulder. “No public indecency charges at the crack of dawn, huh?”

Even though other parts of his body definitely disagree with the words his mouth is saying.

"Public indecency? You think there's a parade of other idiots stopped on the side of the road? Besides, if we can't see out, they can't see in." See? Perfect logic. She was wise, Bucky.

And she was starting to feel the parts of him that disagreed with his mouth.

He hums in consideration of that, pulling her close again; he crowds into her space, nuzzling gently in the hollow of her neck and taking in the scent of her. Smoke and something tangy and sweet, it’s intoxicating if he’s completely honest with himself.

His pants are growing uncomfortably tight and he can’t stop the way his hips arch up toward hers. “Jess,” he mumbles her name in a soft, needy growl directly into her ear. “You gonna tease me like this?” He murmurs softly again, his voice thick on his tongue.

The real truth of the matter is this: He’s kind of always at least a little horny because he’s been pretty repressed and suppressed, both, in more ways and for more years than he cares to count. There’s decades upon decades of uncomfortable, pent up frustration.

Jess happens to be very, very good at helping him find release.

His thumb traces down the middle of her mouth, catching briefly on her lower lip. “Come on, baby.”

There's a tone he has, something growly and raspy that always hits just right when he uses it on her. Something that tells her he wants her, that he's in a mood that matches hers, usually. He's not the only one that gets pent up, and there's a relief in being with someone that isn't fragile. That won't break if she lets go.

Her tongue comes out to lick at his thumb, sucking on it for a moment as she shoots him a smirk. "Is it teasing if I plan on following through?" Because hell yes, did she plan to fuck him in the car when they'd just woken up. Even if there was a tow truck outside ready to rescue them, she didn't much care. All she had in her mind was the warmth of his body against hers, and that insistent press of his length that told her he was very up this morning.

Something hitches a little in his throat when she steals a quick swipe of him thumb. “I guess that makes it more of a promise,” he admits with an amused huff of laughter.

His fingers of his right hand come up to tangle at the back of her head, tugging her in for a hungry kiss.

Kissing him is easy. It's like breathing. They fit together like that, and she liked the electric buzz that flowed through her when his lips were on hers. Her hand was busy, slipping down between them to cup that length nudging at her, to give it a teasing squeeze as she danced her tongue over his.

Heat flowed lazily through her, but it flowed; syrupy desire that had her body lifting up to press against his, to touch him where she could because she wanted to.

On any given day, he could fall into her like this for hours and be content with it; sex is nice, but in a lot of ways it’s just a bonus that’s nice to have. It’s the simpler contact he craves more than anything.

But Jess is really good at breaking through that usual contentment and he has never once complained about it. There’s something appealing about a woman who doesn’t hesitate to let him know exactly what she wants. Her eagerness only increases his own and he isn’t entirely in control of the way his hips press into the touch of her hand against him, pulling up a soft groan from somewhere deep in his chest.

He takes a moment to breathe, and nips at her lip. “Ba-aabe,” he murmurs. Needy. Desperate. He wants more than these little teasing touches, ma’am.

"Mm?" She hummed in question, her hand moving so that her thumb and forefinger flicked his jeans open, her hand working its way down the front of his pants to find skin, not material. "Something I can help you with?"

Those needy little sounds and breaths drove her crazy. It was a heady thing to be wanted. To be needed so intensely, and when the pair of them got together, the rest of the world just seemed to melt away. She could happily fuck him in public as long as she had him.

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