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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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"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.

"My aunt just died." It was obviously most complicated than that, like most things involving the death of a family member.

"Oh. God. I'm sorry," she said as she paused the movie. "We're you close?"

Eames never talked much about family and if he did, it was usually vague and unfavorable.

His eyes concentrated on the floor as he took of his slightly damp jacket. "We...I suppose we were, for a time.

"After my mum died, and it was just me and dad, she sort of took me in, she was an angel, and then she met this horrible bloke who hated every ounce of me. I didn't see her as much after they got married."

She got up from the couch and went over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"It's not your fault, poppet," he said as he rested his hand on the side of her face.

She huffed out a slight laugh and looked up at him.

"I'm not apologizing, I'm expressing my sympathies," she said.

"Ah well." He traced her bottom lip with his thumb. "I thought I'd had my fill of deaths in the family. I suppose one more should do."

"What happened?" she asked, wondering what his aunt died from. She didn't think he would have an aunt old enough to die of old age.

"Heart attack," he replied,

"That's terrible," she said. "Do you know when the services are?"

"Next Saturday," he replied with a sigh. "My cousin called me after the poker game this afternoon."

She nodded.

"You're going to go, right?" she asked.

"Yes," he mumbled. He was not looking forward to it.

She took his hand in hers.

"Do you want company?" she asked him as she led him over to the couch so they could sit down.

He sat down, shoulders slumped. "You don't have to go through all that like we did with Arthur's father."

She sat next to him, her hand still holding his.

"I know, but I want to," she said. "You shouldn't have to go through it alone. Your aunt obviously meant a lot to you."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "Okay...okay, yeah I want you to come...and Arthur, too, if he wants."

"He'll come," she said. She would make sure of it. After all, Eames had been there for Arthur during everything with his father.