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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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[blindninja]

He lifted his head a little before he winced and dropped his head back down onto the pillow again. His groin sank a little deeper into the mattress as the small of his back arched off of the covers. Even though she wasn't actively trying to drive him crazy at the moment, his chest was still heaving with exertion.

Please get this goddamned sheet off, for starters, but only the word "off" made it out of his mouth between soft, helpless whimpers and shamelessly loud groans. Matt was a pretty terrible patient, all things considered.

Feeling her literally blowing his dick had him making more undignified noises as he turned his head and disentangled one hand from the sheets to grab the underside of his pillow, exposing the heated side of his neck.

[assholic]

"What, me?" More words were better, Matt, because Jessica didn't speak horny lawyer. She drew up, kneeling over him, straddling him halfway down his legs as she looked down at the long wet line of him under the blanket. She hadn't quite seen it in all its glory yet, but she had a feeling she wouldn't mind what she saw at all when she did. But if he wanted her off...

She held her hands up, a harmless position as she made to move off him. "If you're hurt that bad, I should probably go sleep on the couch. I'm buzzed and you're... well. Tempting as all hell."

[blindninja]

"No don't," he protested-pleaded almost immediately, his eyebrows crawling up his facd as he grabbed her thigh hard enough to leave angry red welts on her skin. Don't stop now. Not that kind of off. Not like this. Why'd she stop? He could barely face her tomorrow when she'd reduced him to this feverish, quivering mess. He'd be too embarrassed to ever face her again if he had to rub this out by himself.

"This. G- n- take this off." He let go of her thigh and clutched onto the sheet, pulling at it a little, squeezing hard enough to turn his grazed knuckles white.

[assholic]

"Ah. Right. Take that off so you can get off. Got it." The smile came back to her face, her hands lowering back to his body. She started at his thighs, sliding them up those muscled legs, squeezing slightly when she knew she was at a spot that wasn't injured. They moved up, up over the sides of his groin, up to the edge of that sheet, and then she peeled it off. It stuck to his cock, wet silk on skin like warm velvet, and then he was bared to her entirely. "Goddamn," she breathed, feeling that heat flare low in her stomach, tongue coming out to lick over her lower lip as she just took in that view.

But he'd been good. He'd played along, done what she'd said, let her nurse him and tuck him into bed. He was on that edge of when playful turned to torture, and she didn't want to add to the pain. Not when he was already in so much. So, still looking at his face with those expressive eyes, she bent back down and licked up over the length of his shaft, hand coming up to grip him around the base of his cock to angle him up so that when she reached the tip of him, she could fit her mouth around him and suck him all the way down.

She messes him up in all the wrong ways

[blindninja]

For someone who'd been hinting at fixing his blue balls, she definitely hadn't been helping up until this point. At least one of them was thoroughly enjoying themselves - and maybe he was, too, just a little bit. About as much as any blind man could enjoy being touched and teased until he couldn't take much more of it.

He breathed a deep sigh of relief when finally she pulled the sheet down low enough to free him, but she ripped apart those precious few seconds of bliss with the back of her throat. "Jesus," he exclaimed helplessly, but she'd have him crying out for a lot more than just Jesus in a minute. If the neighbour wasn't sure the lawyer was back home, she most definitely did now, although it wasn't obvious whether it sounded like he was having too much of a good time or dying in there.

He was ready to concede it'd been a mistake not talking to Jessica sooner. At this point he was ready to concede anything.

You mistyped 'best'.

[assholic]

She used her strength to keep him in place, to keep his body mostly still on the bed, only letting him feel the drag of her mouth over him. It was for both their benefits. The last thing she needed was to have her gag reflex go off, but he was still banged up and needed to not be trying to fuck up into the air. When he was better, when he was actually able to play properly, they were going to have a go at it. And it would probably break one of them, but she had a feeling it'd be worth it.

For now, she was going to suck at his cock, licking, sucking, kissing, and pushing him from that edge she'd been keeping him on to that part where he could fall over. She kept waiting for that salty tang to hit her tongue, tasting the little bit of him that leaked now and then, proving he was close.

He hates losing.

[blindninja]

He'd like to think he had a fighting chance standing up to this... bullying, if he wasn't half-dead. He probably didn't unless he managed to catch her offguard somehow, but that wouldn't stop him from trying.

She already had him clinging on to the edge, so it was an almost embarrassingly short trip from a twitching and throbbing Exhibit C freed from the confines of the sheet to blowing his load into the back of her throat. Exhaustion started to creep in like a neglected lover wrapping her tendrils around his chest, but as soon as he felt Jessica start to move again, he tried to meet her halfway so that he could feel some of her bare chest against his and lick the taste of himself off of the edges of her wet lips. He was so tired, you could mistake his gentleness as a poor attempt at a cover for dropping in and out of consciousness.

Think of it this way, he can just win really hard next time.

[assholic]

She chuckled at that very manly attempt to stay conscious, kissing him more tenderly then she might have originally intended, brushing his hair back from his face. Then she lay down beside him, dragging the sheet up over both of them. "Sleep, idiot. You can complain about your amazing blowjob tomorrow. You're back now. I'll keep an eye on you. Just... get some sleep."

She wanted to add 'please', but knew that was just a little too far for her right now. Seeing him like this was still raw for her, but laying down next to him with the taste of him in her mouth... that made it easier to relax. It made it more real.

Badumtch.

[blindninja]

"I want to complain about it now," he jokingly protested. He'd be lying if he didn't say she wasn't good at that, if he didn't want it again (and again, and maybe one or six more times just to be sure). It had the added effect of draining all his energy out of him, and feeling her weight on the other side of the mattress, her warmth radiating from her - it was more comforting than nice sheets and being home again.

He shuffled in closer to her, tucking his head a little closer to her chest as he slipped one arm around her, as if he wasn't willing to let her slip away from him partway through the night. She didn't have to say or do much more to get him to switch off and pass out like an overly clingy tamed stray curled up next to her.

Want to wrap this up and start something new?

[assholic]

She looked down at him as he tucked closer, her arm going around him as she curled around him. He was home. He was safe. She could stop hating herself that extra bit she'd been carrying around since Midland fell. For a moment before she drifted off to sleep, Jessica Jones felt as close to at peace as she'd been for a long while.