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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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"Mm seems like you might not be able to wait for tonight," she pointed out. "Unless you're just being a tease."

"Don't I always tease you?" He said.

"You do," she said. "But you're usually good on eventually following through."

She threaded her fingers with his.

"Mmm." He kissed the back of her ear before leaning his head back against the tub.

She smiled and leaned back against him, relaxing with a sigh.

After a while, the water grew cold, and Arthur nudged her. "Let's get out."

"Mmm, okay," she said as she sat up before getting her feet under her to stand up out of the water.

Arthur pulled the plug and let the water drain. It was significantly warmer in the apartment now since Arthur had adjusted the thermostat.

She grabbed them each a towel and dried herself off. She definitely felt a lot better than before.

"Thanks for warming me up," she said to him before kissing his cheek.

"You're welcome." He kissed her shoulder and then stepped out of the tub, drying off his body and then his hair.

She wrapped the towel around her body and then grabbing the hairbrush from the vanity drawer, she started combing out her hair in front of the mirror.

Arthur walked past her and into the bedroom to put on some underwear and a t-shirt.

When all the tangles were out of her hair, she went out and pulled on a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"We're not planning on leaving the apartment again today, right?" she asked. She hoped anyway. She was dressing for the couch.

"Out in that rain? No thanks." He watched her get dressed.

"Good," she said with a smile as she tightened the drawstring on her pants. "So what's on your agenda then?"

Arthur usually had something to do. He wasn't very good at wasting the day away with movies or TV like she was. And if he did, he was still doing 20 other things on his laptop.

"I'm actually doing a consult for an exactor," he replied as he grabbed his laptop from the nightstand. "What about you?"

"Interesting," she said. "I am going to watch movies and eat junk food."

She grinned.

He laughed. "Well I'm sorry I'll miss all that."

"You should be," she said as she walked out of the bedroom toward the living room.

He followed right behind her and before he veered off to the office, he pinched her butt.

"Hey!" she said with a pout in his direction before she kept walking down the hall away from him, making a detour into the kitchen for some of the junk food she spoke of.

Arthur heard her and laughed as he sat at the desk and started getting to work on the consult.

Eames would arrive back at the apartment an hour and a half later, looking slightly dazed.

She was toward the end of the first film of her Marvel movie marathon (Iron Man 1) when Eames came in.

"Hey, you're back," she said. "Just in time to pick out movie #2."

She knit her brow when she saw him though.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm?" His unfocused eyes focused on her. "Oh, uh...I'm not sure actually." He hung his wet umbrella on a hook on the coat stand before toeing off his equally as wet shoes.

"You're not sure?" she asked, looking more concerned.