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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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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.

"Hey," she said, rubbing at her eyes, feeling groggy. "Eames is still sleeping."

He nodded. "There's food on the table. Should I wake him?"

"You can try," she said with a shrug. "See if he's hungry."

She sort of doubted he'd be interested. Although he did throw up any food he'd eaten earlier that day.

He nodded. "Go ahead and start eating, I'll join you in a moment." He went into the bedroom.

She nodded and headed off to the kitchen, but she didn't eat. She sat and waited for him. It wasn't as if she was that hungry right now anyway.

Eames declined so Arthur came back to the kitchen. "He said he's not hungry." Arthur sat down.

"I had a feeling," she said. "We'll save him some if he's hungry later."

"Okay." Arthur poured himself some wine from the bottle on the table and then served himself some food.

She did the same, eating quietly.