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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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He got up and helped her out.

"I'm going to go check on him," she said to Arthur.

"Okay," Arthur said.

Eames was still lying in bed, awake and looking at the wall.

She sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.

"Hey," she said as she ran her fingers through his hair like Arthur was doing earlier. "How're you feeling?"

"Peachy," he said. He rolled onto his back and smiled but it didn't quite touch his eyes.

She looked at him sadly, her hand finding his and threading their fingers.

He brought their hands to his lips and he kissed her knuckles.

"What can I do?" she asked him, feeling helpless.

"If you've suddenly developed the ability to go back in time..." He trailed off, knowing how harsh that sounded.

"Sorry," she said sadly. "Not yet."

She knew he was hurting. She wasn't going to hold anything he said against him right now.

"Damn." He squeezed her hand and then bite her thumb lightly.

She gave him a small smile.

"C'mere." He let go of her hand and then wrapped his arms around her, bringing her down on top of him.

She let him pull her down, resting her head against a shoulder as her body molded to his.

He sighed against her hair and stared up at the ceiling.

"Do you want to tell me about her?" she asked after a few moments.

"Not yet," he murmured. The pain was still too close.

"That's okay," she said before turning to kiss his chest and then laying her head down again.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

She was quiet, not wanting to make him talk if he didn't want to. She was just happy to lay here with him.

After a moment, he sat up. "Sorry, need to make a few phone calls."

"Okay," she said as she moved off of him.

He got out of bed, still wavering slightly but not as bad as before and went to go find his phone. Arrangements still had to be made.

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