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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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[Damon grins, letting his own cards show on the table while taking another drink.]

Yep, definitely gonna lose.

Shit. [Stiles blushes and takes a sip of his own drink.] Told you I suck.

You wouldn't be the first one to fall to the cunning of Damon Salvatore.

[He says it in mock bravado, trying to encourage the boy out of his strange embarrassed fit.]

Now, you know the rules.

That's not exactly what I'd call it... [Stiles mumbles, picking up his next hand.]

[Damon glances sideways at him.]

You forgot to take off some clothing. [He picks up his own cards anyway, he wasn't about to force the boy to undress. Again Damon has nothing real to go on, just one pair, he deliberately forces his face into a scowl. He'd let the boy win this hand at least.]

[Stiles clears his throat and pulls off his socks. The scowl is encouraging though. He has a pair of two's.]

[Damon doesn't even give the boy a chance this time, he lays his cards face down.]

Damn it, I fold... you looked too happy, made a change from your miserable blushing. [He reaches down, pulling off his own socks. Doing a great show of being unhappy about it.]

[Stiles gives a soft laugh, throwing down his two's and falling for Damon's act.] Beginner's luck.

[Damon just grumbles, figuring it would be better to keep them at least even at all times if he could help it, that way this thing might turn out more lively if Stiles' was kept in a good mood. He deals another hand, stretching his toes while he did so. The room had lost most of its cold bite.]

You keep winning like that and we're gonna have a problem, I'm kinda irresistible when the clothes come off.

Is that what this is? A seduction attempt? [Stiles teases, sipping his liquor and considering his next hand.]

Wouldn't have broke out the cards if it was. [Because yes, Damon is that sure of himself. This time Damon does have a decent hand, a straight. He's definitely confident he'll win this one and it shows.]

[Stiles doesn't have anything, but he tries to make a feeble attempt at a bluff anyway.]

[Damon doesn't fold, wanting to see what item Stiles goes for next to remove. He has a cocky grin on his lips when he shows the boy his straight.]

What was that about beginner's luck? [He takes another drink from his bottle, it was getting fun by now.]

It's running out woefully fast. [Stiles sighs and reluctantly pulls his shirt over his head.]

[Damon smiles, running his hand over the boy's arm.]

You could always stop mentally having a freak-out and at least act like you're having fun. Or just drink more, I mean I'm not gonna judge. [He sets them both up with another hand. He has a pair, hoping the boy has at least something worth going on.]

I don't exactly play strip-poker very often, okay? And it is. Fun. I mean, I don't have to play.

[He does drink, though, cheeks pink. This time, he has a royal flush, and he breathes a sigh of relief.]

I'm just saying, you look like you're trying to curl in on yourself and die of embarrassment. Its not a good look for someone that cute.

[Oh yeah he's totally buttering Stiles up. Damon lays his pair down, a faux-grin on his face.] What're you taking off next?

I - uh - you think - ?

[Consider him drowning in margarine.] ...shit.

Wait- [Damon groans] Seriously, so young, so naive. [He reaches a hand out to ruffle Stiles' hair.]

I didn't just stick around because your shivering was fun, well it kinda was. Then there was your sarcasm, now that's a hook for me. [Because Damon would always find the right words.]

Guess I shoulda put my cards on the table earlier, speaking of... shouldn't someone be getting a little less clothed right now.

[It does make Stiles laugh, a little tension bleeding out but - ah. Well, he was going to have to remove his pants.]

You also still haven't told me how old you are. And I'm keeping the blanket, FYI.

[But the pants are...on their way.]

[He takes a moment to look at Stiles' cards that he'd put down.]

Okay I get you're all flustered by my sudden declaration of attraction but you sorta won that hand... [Damon laughs genuinely, because getting the kid this flustered was amusing enough to him.]

Twenty-four. [And with that he pulls his shirt up over his head, revealing a nicely toned torso not covered with blankets.]

I'm getting a little distracted, is this part of your plan?

[But holy JESUS, can they do body shots? Stiles, wide-eyed lamb that he is, wants to lick the vampire.]

[Damon licks his lips free of scotch, he could see the wheel's turning in Stiles' head.]

And suddenly age isn't an issue anymore. I'd have went topless sooner if it was that easy. We still playing?

Wh-what else would we be doing? [Stiles' mouth, as usual, moves faster than his brain. So he downs his drink again.]

[Damon deals another hand, if nothing else it would serve as an end to their means, he fills Stiles' glass up and he's up and walking around, as always he has another bottle of scotch. It was the first thing he did when he got to the motel, even a shitty one that didn't seem to involve heating like this, stock up the bar. He'd polished off the majority of two bottles himself and was feeling the buzz. He returns to the sofa with a soft 'whoomp' as he drops down, crossing one of his legs over the other and cracking the seal to the bottle. Finally he takes a look at his hand, three of a kind and leans back, sighing contentedly.]

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