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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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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."

"The universe isn't against you, Eames," she said. "You can't think like that. Some people just...lose people sooner than others.

"We're all going to go through it eventually."

He didn't say anything. Eventually, he fell asleep.

She stayed awake, listening to his breathing even out. It eventually lulled her into her own sleep.

Arthur went to check in one them some time later. Afterwards, he got started on dinner.

She woke up a little later. Eames was still asleep next to her and she let him continue to sleep it off as she went to use the bathroom and go find Arthur. As soon as she left their room she could smell dinner cooking.

Arthur was finished by then, having cooked the spaghetti with the vodka sauce and setting the table for three. He walked down the hall to see if either one of them we're awake yet.