Body Heat

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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.

Comments

[teenyoda]

[Being held back is good. He won't complain.]

Sorry, no Tauntauns or any other large mammals we can live inside. Just me. I don't think you'll fit in me, either.

[They're curled up close together, but it's still chilly, their body heat not having had enough time to build up yet.]

Still attached. Yours?

[nukeoleptic]

Icicles. My nose is going to fall off. I am going to be the amazing noseless girl.

[ She wrinkles her stiff nose a little bit, before finally giving up and resting her cheek against his shoulder. ]

If you can't thaw me when this is over, you'll write a really nice eulogy for me, right? Even pretend to cry a little bit? [ None of these theatrics are even slightly authentic. She's just cold and a little whiny and unwilling to sit here in silence - it's too easy to focus on it that way. ]

[teenyoda]

Your nose is not going to fall off. Other things of mine are. Things I need to use.

[He tips his head to rest it on top of hers, blowing at the tip of one furry ear.]

I'll shed a single manly tear and regale everyone with all your antics.

[nukeoleptic]

[ She flicks her ear against his chin, turning to slide her arm across his stomach and waist. ]

Did you seriously just imply to me that your dick is gonna fall off?

[teenyoda]

... I might have. It's more likely than your nose falling off.

[nukeoleptic]

[ She's fighting laughter now. ]

Well, if you need some privacy, I hear friction is a great way to heat something up...

[teenyoda]

Funny girl. I wouldn't want to make you lose your nose just so I can have a little alone time.

[Harde har har, Jade.]

[nukeoleptic]

Hey, don't make that face at me. I was just offering a suggestion on how to make sure Little Stiles stays alive. Poor guy.

[ She does touch her cold nose against the bend of his neck, though. ]

[teenyoda]

Mm, well, my hands are too cold to do much good. I'd probably break it off.

[The cold of her nose makes him shiver for a moment, but he also tucks her closer, hand rubbing over her shoulder to try to warm her up.]

[nukeoleptic]

[ She grins a little despite herself at the shiver, stroking her own hand against his stomach. ]

Don't do that. That sounds gross. And probably hard to explain away.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, I'm trying not to be a eunuch, thanks.

[Okay, so... maybe he was liking her curling up against him like this. Maybe a little. Maybe... yeah.]

[nukeoleptic]

But then you could guard allll the princesses. You don't want to be a princess guard?

[ Squirming a little closer, nosing at his collar. ]

You smell good. Is that weird? Maybe it's the tablecloth. I hope it's not the tablecloth, that would be weird.

[teenyoda]

What's the point in guarding the princesses if you can't play with them?

[He grinned, chin resting on top of her head for a moment.]

Do I? Probably my shampoo. Or just my natural smell that's luring you in. Feel lured yet?

[nukeoleptic]

You could still play with the princesses! Just not sexy play. Bet you'd be killer at a tea party, though.

[ She snorts when his chin rests on her head, flicking her ear against his cheek again, before shifting an inch or two to press her lips in a kiss to his throat. ]

Oh, yes. Absolutely lured.

[teenyoda]

I gave up tea parties after the debacle of 03. Can't do it.

[He lips over her ear, taking it in his mouth and biting lightly with his lips covering his teeth. Hah, take that.]

Jade... are you flirting with me? In the cold? When I could lose my dick?

[nukeoleptic]

[ She laughs, stomach doing an embarrassing flip at the gentle bite to her ear. ]

I'm just trying to stay warm! And entertained. And I told you: you smell good.

[teenyoda]

Do I taste good, too?

[He nuzzled into her hair, smelling her shampoo and that little bit of Jade that lingered over her.]

[nukeoleptic]

Don't know.

[ Her hand crawls to his hip, lightly curving her fingers around it as she bumps her mouth and chilly nose against his throat again. ]

Is that- uh, is that an invitation, Mr. 'Omg No Don't Flirt With Me'?

[teenyoda]

Did I say 'Omg no don't flirt with me'? Noooo. I was just querying as to whether you were flirting or not. Guy's gotta know, Jade.

[The hand on her shoulder went from rubbing briskly to sort of... massaging a bit. The one under the cloth might have maybe found a thigh that wasn't his to rest on.]

[nukeoleptic]

It just seemed -- incredulous, maybe. Like me flirting with you was gonna make your dick freeze off faster.

[ She licks at him once, tongue swiping flat against his throat. ]

-- taste is good, too. In case you were dying to know.

[teenyoda]

It might. Being flirted with might make it wake up and who knows if it'll snap off or not?

[He felt the heat of her tongue on him, then the chill as it left a wet spot and he tipped his head down to look at her.]

Yeah? Good. Maybe it'll lure you in faster.

[nukeoleptic]

[ She wrinkles her nose at him, before laughing outright, ducking her head back down so she's not doing that right into his face. ]

That was smooth. I am - I am actually, legitimately impressed right now. Can I touch your tummy?

[ Under his shirt. She's curious, and her hand isn't freezing anymore, so she plucks a little at the hem of his shirt. ]

[teenyoda]

I don't know... can you?

[His hand on her leg slid a little higher, nose pressed in against her hair as he smirked to himself. Well, this was certainly one way to distract himself.]

[nukeoleptic]

I am about to stop asking, sir.

[ She slid her hand beneath his shirt, skirting her fingers along his waistline, and swallowed. In a whisper, she admitted then: ] Not so cold anymore.

[teenyoda]

Ha... still a little cold. But, ah, you can warm them up. If you want.

[Hands on him were never a bad thing.]