body heat meme

[broski]

The Body Heat Meme

1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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!
4. So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
5. Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

( reposted off of here! )

Comments

[bybirth]

Not magic, Stiles. [ He must've felt something like that before, surely, he can't be the first— ]

[studmuffin]

[ Ha. ]

C'mon, you're a werewolf, own up to the whole magic thing.

[bybirth]

That has nothing to do with it.

[studmuffin]

So the sex magic is totally just you?

[bybirth]

No magic, Stiles.

[studmuffin]

Kiss me again and prove it.

[ It'd be bold if not for the serious flush going on in his cheeks right now. ]

[bybirth]

[ He's rolling his eyes, but he does lean in again, tongue flicking against Stiles' lower lip before he kisses him. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Magic. His fingers clutch Derek's arms, desperate for a moment, and if he thinks that he smelt like lust and want before, well.

Now he's pretty much drenched in it. ]

[bybirth]

[ Not magic. Possibly good kissing skills, but not magic. The scent, though, makes Derek growl low in his throat, not threatening at all for once. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Well, it's magic to Stiles, he's never been kissed like this, by someone like this, and he trembles with it slightly, shakes on the edge of something strange and new and dangerous.

Derek is gorgeous, he can't help the low, throaty keening sound that he presses into his mouth, the way he grips on to him. ]

[bybirth]

[ Derek draws Stiles closer to him, kissing him long and slow, just a little dirty because he can't help it, doesn't want to, the scent of arousal and Stiles in his lap, in his arms, clutching at him, it's intoxicating.

He could hold back. He's tired of trying to, doesn't want to. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Biting down on his lower lip with a grunt, because of course, of course Derek's dominance is rubbing off on him, making him desperate for it.

His fingers dig in, squirming. ]

[bybirth]

[ Derek tightens his arms around Stiles, almost as if to keep him still except he doesn't really mind the squirming. At all. ]

[studmuffin]

[ He huffs out a breath, skittered across Derek's face and he can't help the way he surges up a little. ]

[bybirth]

[ Fingers tightening over Stiles' hips, thumbs pressing in just above the hipbone, and if Stiles' shirt rides up a little and it's skin on skin-- Derek isn't complaining. ]

Greedy.

[studmuffin]

Starved for it.

p But he's cupping Derek's face with his hands, licking his lower lip with a soft grunt of sound. Stiles maybe not be as experienced, but he's enthusiastic. ]

[bybirth]

I can see that. [ But he hides the way his lips twist in amusement against Stiles' mouth, lips falling open for Stiles. ]

[studmuffin]

[ He takes what he can with a serious level of enthusiasm, plundering Derek's mouth with a happy hum, curling into him, skin still cold to the touch but patches of it colouring slightly from heat, from lust. ]

God. [ Palms scratching the stubble on Derek's jaw. ] How do you walk down the street without people climbing you like a tree?

[bybirth]

Most people have better control than you do. [ But he doesn't sound like he minds Stiles' lack of control, nipping at his lower lip and curling one hand under Stiles' shirt, drawing him closer. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Breathlessly. ]

Most people are just boring. Or blind. [ Because who could resist a creature like Derek Hale? Who could even say no?

Not him, if the way he's craning Derek's neck to nuzzle at his throat is anything to go by. ]

[bybirth]

[ For a moment, Derek's eyes flash; he gets his wolf under control enough to bare his neck further, something the wolf protests and the more human side likes because it means giving Stiles better access. Access, not weakness. ]