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[onceinabluememe]

Cuddling is one of the best things in the world. Whether it be platonic cuddling between friends, or cuddling with your sweetheart, it's pretty damn fun.


But what about cuddling with a bunch of people? Watch a movie with friends and flop across them. Set up a tent in the back yard and curl up with your friends.

Whatever the situation, it's not just you and one other. It's you and several others and cuddling and it's awesome.


Here's how it works:

1: Comment with your character and a scenario. Blank comments won't be deleted, but creativity is encouraged and appreciated.

2: THREADJACK! Join in on other cuddle threads. Go crazy. Be all over the place.

3: Have fun with it.

Comments

I won't lie. I always send out subliminal bunny signals. It's not my fault if you're susceptible

[more_than_words]

[It's just a fort... but she will admit, at least to herself, Cloud's approval, what she's going to take for approval so there, gives her a bit of a happy glow. She used to be quite the master of building them as a kid and it's nice to know she hasn't lost her touch. There was a stern order about leaving pokey bits outside so she doesn't have to work around his shoulder plate as she reaches out to resettle the blanket around him, happy to take care of the close space without shame. Something about building the fort makes her feel like a kid again, lets her feel a happiness she usually doesn't let herself indulge and she pulls a blanket over both of them next, adding another layer to their blanket cocoon. It's not as if they've got anywhere else to go tonight at least. It's also her excuse when she nudges against his arm pointedly, leaning into his side. Being in charge of the fort has apparently made her bossy.]

it may not be but i'm choosing to blame you regardless

[whysocirrus]

[ The only forts he ever built as a kid were of snow, in the winter (after storms much like this one), and though they were impressive - a few even had tunnels running beneath - he doesn't particularly treasure what fragments of memories he has left of those times. He was always alone, back then.

Knowing better than to protest when Tifa puts another blanket over him, whether or not he needs it, Cloud resigns himself to settling in as comfortably as he can, in his current position, instead. Which seems to be the right idea, because it's definitely what Tifa's up to; when she nudges his arm, he raises his eyebrows at her, either genuinely innocent of her intention or feigning a very viable facsimile. ]

...I'm over as far as I can go.

fair enough

[more_than_words]

[She's still getting used to the fact that Cloud has a playful side he actually admits to now. Granted, it's a dry, subtle, possibly convoluted and definitely dorky side - but it's there all the same and she treasures the little glints of it as if spotting diamonds at the bottom of a steam bed.

Which isn't to say she always sure when she thinks she recognizes them.

Like now. So he gets a bit of a sideways slide from her eyes to look at him, one edge of her lips twitching tight to keep from lifting but the answer's the same either way as there's another, more insistent nudge.]

Your arm's in the way.

[whysocirrus]

[ He looks down, as if contemplating the placement of his limbs through two loosely gathered layers of blanket - then back up to her, straight-faced as ever. ]

...How do you know it's not yours?

[more_than_words]

[Just as serious, she takes his comment into consideration, brows down, slightly frown on her lips as she looks down at her own arm on his side.]

Mmm. [She wiggles the fingers on that hand, down to just the black arm covers, as if checking and then, as much as somebody can sharing a blanket and that close, she lifts her arm up and away from her side, blanket draped like an open, waiting wing. Still serious, she looks back at Cloud, without lowering her arm.]

Nope. It's not in the way.

[whysocirrus]

Good.

[ Because he's just going to scoot over into that waiting arm like this is the obvious solution to their limb distribution problems. There is a little more space freed up by the very slight change of place, and sitting up pressed closely side-to-side is much warmer than it is uncomfortable.

So he can be super serious about chilling in this position all night, Tifa.

Just try him. ]

Now mine's not, either.

[more_than_words]

[SnugglingChilling IS super serious business.

And it darn well better be all night.

Despite her best attempts, the tips of her mouth go up and her eyes curve as her arm goes around him, holding him close before relaxing, welcoming him in to what warmth she'd already managed to collect under the blanket. Her fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt and her head tips to rest on his shoulder. This is where she belongs, that one place in all the world where she feels as if everything is exactly right. Her voice, softer, is still serious.]

Glad we got that figured out.

[whysocirrus]

[ Well, he may at some point do a few more circuits of the Inn, and dig around in places that don't belong to him at the whim of some nebulous and inexplicably kleptomanic compulsion.

But other than that, she can probably rest assured that she has him for the full extent of the night. They'll have to sleep at some point, anyway, and with the evening's steady accumulation of pillows to thank as well as the warmth, sleeping in here ought to be more comfortable than going back to the cold, stripped mattress.

He nods, still vastly outpacing her at his own game - not that there isn't an unfair advantage on his part. ]

...Might've had a real problem on our hands.

[more_than_words]

[Well, there are always allowances for kleptomania. You never know where a potion or extra party member will be lurking. All the rest of the night sounds pretty good though and the only thing better than snuggling on a cold day, cuddled together upright, is getting to cuddle together laying down just before falling asleep. They've got plenty of pillows and her toes won't even be cold. It's a rare miracle that should be taken advantage of.]

Mm. [She's never going to beat him at his game but she can at least try to keep him company.] Good thing I was here to save you.

[whysocirrus]

My hero.

[ All right, fine, he'll just give it up, if she's going to. There's really no point in playing alone, anyway. Nor keeping the act up all night.

He shifts and slips his arm under hers and around her back, completing the carefully constructed illusion of kids huddled together under cover from the storm still roaring away outside. ]

[more_than_words]

Don't forget it.

[But the curl of his arm was the last straw on her pretending to be anything but happily content and she gives in with a sigh, snuggling in obviously now, eyes closing as she tucks her face in against the side of his. Being close to him fills a part of her that is always there, quiet and waiting these days. After a minute of letting the peace soak down and through her, without lifting her head, she murmurs:]

Do you remember what it was like, getting snowed into our houses as kids?

[whysocirrus]

Cold.

[ It's warmer closer, so he doesn't argue the tearing down of every day casually rebuilt walls, for now. There's no real reason to anymore, regardless of the time of day or situation, but old habits can be so much harder to break through.

Letting his cheek rest against the top of her head, he lifts his shoulders in a small (considerate, given their proximity) shrug. ]

And boring. Getting stuck inside with nothing to do but chores.

[more_than_words]

[Her lips curve at the touch of his cheek and warmth slips down through her chest and the tips of her fingers. That's what she wants, him tucking into her just as much as she wants to be able to tuck into him. It's important to her, to feel wanted... needed. Even, and maybe especially, in little physical ways like this. There's a puff of breath against his neck and a sound in her throat as her lips curl more.]

Chores? [After a pause, softer, for all the things that had been wrong back then she'd never even paid enough attention to realize...] I wish you could have come to my house. Mom always made special treats the first day we would get snowed in. She used to let me stand on a chair at the counter and help her with the mixing. And that night - if it was still snowing - there was this big, old fairytale book on the top shelf of the bookcase papa would get down to read...