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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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"It's hot," Eames whined and slurred. Arthur picked up his clothes and went to put it in the hamper.

"Here, have some cold water then," she said, holding the drink out to him.

Eames grabbed the water from her, spilling some of it, and then chugged it down. "I feel sick," he said after he finished it.

"Of course you feel sick, you just drank most of a bottle of whiskey," she said. "But do you mean you feel like you're going to get sick?"

There was a big distinction to be had and her eyes scanned for something in the room she could grab if he meant the latter and he meant right this moment.

"I think - I need the loo." Eames gagged a few times. Arthur immediately helped him up and over to the bathroom.

She let Arthur take that one, just hoping they made it there in time. She went to refill the water glass. He was going to need it.

Arthur barely got the toilet seat up in time before Eames threw up into the toilet. Eames was on all fours as he heaved and gagged, tears running down his cheeks.

Ari could hear him from the kitchen and she tried not to. She sighed as she put more cold water into the glass and brought it into the bedroom, assuming Arthur would probably put Eames to bed after.

When Eames was down to just dry-heaving, Arthur cleaned him up and got him into bed. "Can you bring the trashcan or a bucket or something just in case?" Arthur asked her as he undid Eames's pants and started pulling them off.

"Yeah," she said as she went and emptied the one in the bathroom into the kitchen bin and then brought it in to put beside the bed.

Eames's eyes were still wet were tears as he laid on his side in bed. Arthur sighed as he combed his fingers through Eames' hair.

Ari got onto the bed and spooned up behind Eames, holding on to him, trying to offer some comfort.

Arthur was sitting on the edge next to Eames, still combing his hair back. "What do you need?" Arthur asked him, but Eames just shook his head.

She kissed his back where her head was settled against him.

Arthur got up and went around to Ariadne's side. He bent down so he could whisper into her ear. "I"m going to go back to work so I can finish everything up by Saturday."

She nodded and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Okay," she said with a look that said 'It's fine, I've got this.'

Arthur nodded in return and then left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

She settled back down against Eames.

"This always happens," he murmured.

"What does?" she asked.

"I lose the ones I love," he replied.

She held him tighter.

"You haven't lost us," she said to him.

"It's going to happen eventually," he said. "Trust me."

"We're all going to die eventually," she replied.

He shook his head. "You don't understand."