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body heat meme

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 waited until he approached, also trying not to stare. Instead she kept the warm blanket around herself until he was ready. Once he was, she offered the blanket, and then inched a little closer to the fire. Already she seemed to be heating up, though now there was a heavy awkwardness between the two of them.

When he spoke, she gave a small smile. “I had not either,” she replied. Being naked with the Prince under his blanket was not at all something she had ever expected.

The absurdity of the situation suddenly struck him, as he pictured his father's expression if he could see them now. He could picture the King perfectly. An arched critical eyebrow, and exasperated look, while reaching for a glass of wine!

The mental image made him chuckle, and he glanced sideways at Tauriel. "I think perhaps we ought to leave this part of the day out of our report to my father."

He then gave her an amused look, deciding to lighten the mood. "I have not been so cold since when we were children and you pushed me in the river in the dead of winter. Do you remember? You were angry with me for some silly reason."

((OOC: Because in my head canon they grew up together as cute and trouble-making little elflings. Hope it's ok!))

She stiffened at the mention of his father, knowing exactly what he would have to say. “No. He is likely to make it that we be separated for sure,” she replied back. They had known each other too long to be separated, and she was sure it would not go over well with Legolas.

His memory only made her smile softly, remembering it all too well. “I remember. And the reason was you had challenged me to a race and you got a head start,” she said as she gave him a look. Perhaps he would admit to it now.

What? A Prince of the Greenwood admit he cheated at a race? Never!

"As I recall, I said 'ready, set, go' as one always does when running a race. It is not my fault it took you a moment to start." He teasingly defended himself, giving her hair a light tug, as he had when they were children and were arguing about some trivial matter.

Oh, he remembered those races, and he remembered how frustrated she would become when he would start after 'ready, set,' and then would yell 'go' over his shoulder as he ran.

"And if I did give myself a head start, I was only showing initiative."

She leveled him a look, dipping her chin and raising her eyebrows. “That is not what happened, and you know it,” she told him. “If that is what you wish to call cheating.”

When he pulled on her hair, it brings him a little closer. She had managed to forget they were sitting next to the fire, naked beneath the blanket until now. They had a long history together, she couldn’t deny that. There were a lot of good memories from when they were young. She had never treated him any different than her friend even if he was her Prince. It was simpler then.

And that had been his goal, to make her forget that they found themselves in a rather awkward situation. He tried not to grin when she gave him that look. How many times had that look led to a competition between them? As children, she had always called him out when he did something she did not like, and truthfully, he had rather liked the way she challenged him.

"Oh, and you never did the same?" He tilted his head to look at her, giving her an amused look. "I think you just did not like to lose."

And neither did he. Their childhood games had made them fierce competitors, but he also felt a deep sense of loyalty towards his friend.

"Besides, you had your revenge. You should have seen me trying to explain why I was soaked, shivering, and dripping on the rug when I got home."

Without implicating Tauriel, of course. He never told on her. Even when her actions got him into trouble.

“Perhaps,” she said, knowing she had always been competitive. He did seem to draw that out of her more than most though. Then again he knew her better than anyone else. She gave him a small smile, letting him have this one.

“I am sure your Father was not pleased that day either.” She gave him an apologetic smile. Tauriel was sure she was likely the cause of many disappointed talks that Thranduil had had with his son. Probably more lately, though she dared not ask if he had said anything to Legolas. She was not sure how to have that conversation.

"No, he was not." Legolas recollected, also smiling a little at the memory. Those had been such simpler times. Their competitive games were his fondest childhood memories, even if they had often gotten him into trouble! "Especially after I told him I fell in, and would say nothing else on the matter. I suspect he knew what happened, but I would never admit it was you."

The fire needed tending, and so he leaned forward to do so, shifting the kindling, and adding more to the fire. He then moved to her side once again, feeling a bit less awkward, he sat just a tad closer this time.

"Though honestly, I do not think he would have been to angry with you. My father always was rather fond of you, you know."

She smiled at that first admittance, knowing he had always been loyal to her. For as young as they were in terms of elf years, they had spent many years together still. His second statement only made her sigh, staring into the water. It wasn’t true now, though she couldn’t say anything. The last thing she wanted to do was come between the king and the prince. Thranduil knew her place. Legolas never seemed to care about it.

“I would never doubt your judgment of him,” she responded with a small smile. She would also never speak ill of her king. He might be an isolationist, but he ruled their people.

"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow. "I have never known you to lack an opinion of your own."

He knew that Tauriel and the King did not always see eye-to-eye. Thranduil may not be interested in her opinions, but Legolas always was. Was that not what friends did? Listen to one another? Lately though, there seemed to be a growing distance between them, and he did not entirely understand why.

"I have the distinct feeling you have been keeping your thoughts to yourself for some time."

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There was a long slow exhale. Of course this would be the time he would bring this up. Tauriel was always sure of herself, her abilities, but in this she felt like she was in over her head. She was walking a fine line, and she knew it. “He has strong opinions of me, and I would not want to risk losing what we have.” She told him.

Tauriel knew he was capable of making his own decisions, but she also didn’t want to come between the two of them. Plus if Thranduil had plans for what he wanted for Legolas, and she was not going to stand in the way of that if she was not sure how to feel about any of it.

“I cannot speak freely, because I do not know what to say,” she told him. For once it was a strange thing to feel.

He was quiet for a moment, watching the fire while he thought about her words. He then reached over under the blanket to touch her hand. It was a light, exploratory sort of gesture, that could either be interpreted as tender, or as a simple brush of hands.

"I do not believe there is anything you could say or do that would change how I feel." He said softly, glancing over at her before turning his eyes back to the fire.

The touch was unexpected, soft but not what she was ready for. Tauriel didn't withdraw her hand. Part of her uncertainty was that she had not had the chance to speak about this, but then speaking of it would change everything. They had always been close, and she had never been willing to lose that with him. But it seems they were at least breaching the subject now.

Slowly she looked up at him, fitting the words together in her mind. "I know. And I know how you feel, but I have not let myself think of it. If it isn't something your father wishes, how possible is it?" she asked him. If he was meant for another, how could she let her heart go there?

The fact that she did not withdrawal her hand gave him some hope, though he was careful not to show it.

"My father may rule the Woodland realm, but he does not command my heart." He told her. Oh, he knew of his father's disapproval. They had never spoken of it openly, but Thranduil had hinted at it before, and Legolas had been careful not to say anything. It was not that he was afraid to quarrel with is father, but what would be the point if Tauriel's heart spoke differently?

"His approval matters to me, as it matters to any son, but it is not everything. He is not all knowing, and if I must act against his wishes... then so be it."

Her hand squeezed back for just a moment. Somehow she knew he would say that. She wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse. After all Thranduil was still king. And it was hard to think of any of this being an actuality.

“He is king, Legolas. And your father. If he does not want this, if he forbids me—“ She stopped speaking for a moment, emotions getting the better of her. What would they do? What would Legolas do? It was a heavy burden to put on her shoulders. Was she truly worth all of that?

"It is not his choice." Legolas said firmly. He rather resented his father interfering in this matter, nor did he entirely understand his reasoning. If he trusted Tauriel with the defense of their realm, why not with his son's heart? "It is ours, and ours alone."

He frowned a little. What if she did not feel the same? And the King's disapproval was but a graceful excuse to refuse him?

"But... I would never wish to cause you harm. Perhaps you do not feel the same, and do not wish to risk his... displeasure."

He felt it was worth it, but perhaps she did not.

“I do not know what I feel. I have never been given the chance to feel it without consequence,” she replied back, keeping her tone in check. She wasn’t upset with him, more the entire situation which was why it was easier to pretend like none of it was happening. Tauriel had suspected something was stirring between them long before Thranduil was making his very subtle remarks. She was not trying to turn him down.

Her eyes drifted downward to her own hands before looking back at him. “I have had to guard my heart for so long. See it from my perspective. If my king forbids me, what am I to do? If you listen to him and find another, I do not know how I would bare that,” she told him.

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Her response was fair enough. He supposed if she viewed it as impossible, then why even allow yourself to entertain the possibility? Of course, he did not view it as impossible.

"I understand, but Tauriel..." He paused for a second, taking a deep breath before continuing. He had not intended to declare his feelings for her on this patrol, in fact it had been quite the opposite. He had been just as guarded with his own thoughts, not wanting to put her in an awkward position. However, sitting here, this close, he found it impossible to hold back any more. He was about to put his heart in her hands, it would be up to her what to do with it.

"There could be another. You have my heart, whether my father approves or not. I have told you, he does not commend us in this matter. And if he stands against us, and orders us away, then so be it. I would rather follow my heart with you, than follow my father and one day perhaps wear his crown."

She wasn’t surprised by his final admission. She kept her hand in his, focusing on every word he spoke. So then it was as she thought. He would, in fact, risk everything for her. She found herself smiling softly, still touching him. Perhaps such an admission should be awkward given that they were both naked. But it didn’t feel like that, sitting beneath the blanket next to a fire.

“You would truly do that for me? Come between your father? Forsake your birthright?” She asked. Tauriel was normally a confident person, but in this she needed to know for sure. They would be leaving everything behind if Thranduil did try and separate them, forbade them, or did actually exile them.

"In a heartbeat." He replied, without any hesitation. He then brought her hand to his lips to place a kiss on her knuckles. "And without any regrets. You are worth more than any kingdom, Tauriel."

And he meant every word.

She could feel the walls around her heart breaking at his gesture. It was the most wanted she had ever felt. To hear him say that had her softening at his touch. The she elf leaned in closer, taking in his comfort.

“Then perhaps it is worth it, to explore what I’ve never let myself feel,” she replied softly. “I do wish things were different. That it does not come to such drastic measures. But should it— should we find ourselves in such a position, I would be by your side.”

Nothing else truly frightened her, and if anything they already knew they were the best partners. They made each other stronger naturally.

When she leaned closer, he shifted and slipped an arm around her, drawing her near. He felt a sense of both relief and wonder at her words. Relieved that she had not pushed him away, and wonder that she might be willing to take such a risk with her.

"Then what else could I need, so long as you are with me?" He gently kissed her forehead, then smiled, meeting her eyes. "I daresay none can stand against us when we are together."

It could be frightening, and everything in her was telling her not to, but that only served to push her toward him and not away. Plus they had always been close in ways that she was not with anyone else. If he was truly willing to do this with her, than it was a fate they at least shared together.

Her smile was small, but soft. She could feel the warmth between them, and she let it settle there. It was a calming moment, intimate in a way they have not yet been. "Nothing should stand in our way," she replied, her mood lighter.

"Nothing." He agreed, taking her hand in his once more, this time with a little more confidence. "Besides, we are both so stubborn, only a fool would try."

Sensing how the mood had lightened, he felt more comfortable and at home with her once more. It was a relief to finally say what had been on his mind for so long, and he felt giddy with anticipation for what was to come.

Finally, he was no longer able to resist, and he placed a light kiss to her forehead once more, before kissing her lips as well. It was a light and passing sort of kiss. He wanted to be sure the gesture was welcome before he act more passionately.

"I am almost glad for this storm. This conversation was long overdue."

The kiss was soft, and she didn't feel pressured into anything. Instead she continued to lean into him, taking his closeness as a comfort. She smirked at his response before turning her head to look up at him.

"Admittedly I had been avoiding it for some time, though I had suspected as much," she told him. It was safe to say that everything would change from this point.

Looking back at the entrance of the cave, she could see the storm raging on. Commenting on the weather, she advises, "We may still be here for awhile."

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