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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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[ his apologetic expression doesn't go unnoticed, she can't help the fact that at times she's still a bit jumpy. worried that the club would eventually find her, though she was sure they hadn't even bothered to check outside california. watching as he cranes his neck to glance up her direction a smile falls along her lips while she tilts her head down a bit. ]

Am I? [ her eyes catching his own in the darkness while she bows her head down a bit further until her lips brush against his own. ]

[ he opens his mouth to respond, probably with something vaguely snarky, but then she's kissing him. o-oh. it shouldn't surprise him so much, when someone shows him affection. but a part of him is still waiting to wake up from this admittedly really pleasant dream. he doesn't get to have this, does he? frank leans in too, managing to press his lips back against hers briefly. but then his nerves get the better of him as they so often do.

frank snaps the screen back against the hearth and turns around to gently disentangle himself from her grasp. ] Do you have oil lamps? Blankets? [ he has an idea. ]

[ she was a rather affectionate person and while it appeared they were still feeling each other out, tara couldn't help but sneak in gentle touches and kisses here and there. feeling him leans into the kiss just a bit she seems to relax until suddenly he's pulling away, which was normal.

tara gives his shoulders a small rub while he snaps the screen back against the hearth. she says nothing while he untangles himself from her grasp, before offering a nod to his question. ] Oil lamps, I have a couple in the hall closet along with some extra blankets that aren't on the bed.

[ he leaves the bed comment alone, slowly getting up and reluctantly breaking away from her to go to the closet she mentions. he comes back with the a couple blankets in one hand and a hurricane lamp in the other. ]

Take the cushions off the couch. [ he instructs, gesturing to the floor in front of the fireplace. yes, frank castle intends to make a blanket fort. ]

[ she only hoped he didn't take the bed comment the wrong way, if he was unable to find blankets in the closet she just wanted him to know where others were. shaking off her own paranoid thoughts she inwardly sighs as he gets up and breaks away from her. watching him move to the closet she hangs back near the fire.

as he comes back seconds later she smiles softly hearing his instructions while tilting her head to the side a bit. ] Are we making a blanket fort? [ she almost seems in disbelief that he of all people intends to make a blanket fort. without hesitation she grabs the cushions off the couch. ]

No. [ he assures lamely, setting down the lamp and taking a match out of his pocket to light it after setting it on the coffee table. ] ...Unless you want to.

[ she offers a roll of her eyes at his lame answer. waiting until he's taken care of the lamp and placed it upon the table, she tosses one of the pillows from the couch toward him. ] Was your intention. I can tell, so of course I'm in.

[ a smile flashes as he catches the pillow. ] It'll be warm. [ he says in defense of himself, knowing it only sounds even lamer but not really caring about that. tara seems to like him, lameness and all, so it seems counterproductive to be anything else.

he drapes the first blanket over the couch so it cascades down over the table and their pillows, beginning to form a tent. he has her help him with the next blanket since it's much wider and easier handled by two people. he used to do this with frank jr. for a second the memory is so vivid it freezes him in place. ]

[ a small chuckle falls past her lips at his defense. ] It will be, yes. [ she agrees, which in turn makes her sound just as lame if not more so at that moment. the more time they spent together the more obvious it was that she did like him, lameness and all even if sometimes he didn't seem to notice.

watching as he takes care of the first blanket, she grabs the other which is wider than the first. there were a few times she had done this with her boys back home, however it was more uncle tig's department than her own. tars notes the momentary lapse of movement coming from Frank suddenly. ]

Frank?

[ her voice brings him back, and he grabs the next blanket, shaking his head as if to manually clear it. ] Sorry. [ he wants to tell her what he was thinking about, but he doesn't even know how to begin. instead, he goes to grab a chair from the kitchen for the other side of the fort. he props up the opening to their makeshift den and climbs inside. ]

[ concern laces the features of her face once he seems to snap back to reality. watching as he grabs another blanket as if all is well, when it obviously wasn’t. ] What is it? [ silence slips over the pair as it so often does when his mind has seemed to wander. as he finishes setting up the warm fort and climbs in and sighs softly before following after him a smile lighting up her face the moment she settles beside him. ]

[ he uses the moment he's in there alone to collect himself, taking off his boots and jacket and setting them outside their sanctuary before settling back against the cushions. frank can't control the way his eyes light up when she follows after him, not hesitating to lean against her side. ]

Junior, Lisa and me used to make forts like this.

Edited 2017-12-05 17:29 (UTC)

[ fuzzy socked feet are aimed toward the entrance as she settles down beside him. welcome the way he leans against her side, while she lets a hand gently rub the back of his neck while he spoke. her heart aches for him anytime he mentions the times he has with his children. ]

Shit, Frank I’m sorry.

Yeah. [ it's soft, he's never sure what to say when people do that. it's normal, he knows. and he knows her sorry is much more sincere than most people's, but maybe that's what makes it so hard to accept. her hand on his neck feels nice -- comforting. his head tips forward to invite more touching. ]

I'm sorry too. [ that she had to abandon her kids. he's not sure he would have the strength to do that. actually, he knows he wouldn't. sometimes he feels close to going back to her town and killing them all, but it isn't his place. ]

[ normally, she wouldn't say anything on the subject and yet there were times she honestly couldn't help it. so his response was of course what she was expecting. she continues to gently rub along the back of his neck, tense muscles seeming to relax under her touch and as he tips his head forward a bit more -- well she knows he's enjoying it. ]

I know. [ it's a spoken whisper as she bows her head down slightly, hiding her face for a mere moment as if calming herself. her hand doesn't cease moving though, still rubbing along the back of his neck. did she regret her decision in leaving her boys behind? of course, but in the end it kept them safe and that's what mattered to her. ]

[ his hand reaches out, squeezing her thigh gently. he watched micro go through this torment every day that they were trapped together in that stupid garage. he doesn't know how to watch tara go through it now. it's like the track is skipping, he keeps ending up in the same redundancies. he wants off the ride already.

trouble is, he knows she does too. it would be so much simpler if it were her fault, but it isn't. ] You'll get them back. When the time is right.

[ feeling his hand fall upon her thigh, tara takes in a shaky breath as he gives it a gentle squeeze. she continues to rub the back of his neck while remaining silent beside him. it wasn't often she fell into such a depressive state, but right now she was having a hard time pulling herself out of it.

his words are soothing and honestly she hopes he's right, but as long as Gemma was alive and well she knew she'd never get her boys back. ] Yeah.

[ the hopelessness in that one word, the way she uncharacteristically falls quiet. all of it causes his heart to lurch out for her. frank leans more of his weight on her, rubbing his calloused palm back and forth over the front of her thigh in what he hopes is a comforting way. ] You know, all you'd have to do is say the word. [ he'd kill gemma. jax. all of them. it's not prudent to put it all out on the table that way, but she has to know that's who he is. he might be in early retirement and all, but he'd come out in a heartbeat for her. for those boys. ]

[ the way he moves his palm back and forth along her thigh is actually very comforting to her, add in the weight of his body pressed against her just a bit more and it helps to calm her. she can feel the sting of tears in her eyes, she hadn't shed tears about leaving her boys since she first hit New York and then she had just shut it down. now, she felt it was going to boil over and the last thing she wanted was to cry in front of frank.]

It wouldn't accomplish anything, Frank. [ it would though, they both knew it and she had a feeling that he knew there were times she wanted to ask him to just go to charming and end those miserable excuses for humans. so her boys would be safe and sound. her hand slips down his neck and moves along his upper back. ]

It would get you your sons back. [ the rest... doesn't matter. his clean slate, sullied. he doesn't care about that, not really. he's not good at being a regular person and she knows it. it was only a matter of time anyway. ]

Frank. [ a faint sigh eases through her lips while she turns her body just a bit, keeping that familiar weight of his own body against hers as well. her free hand comes up and cups the side of his face, gently turning it so their eyes can meet. ] I appreciate that you'd be willing to do that for me, I really do. And maybe a some point...but right now, I am happy just being here with you.

[ the corners of her lips curl up in a soft smile. he was trying to be a regular person and while he wasn't the best at it, she loved that he was still trying. ]

[ he turns to face her obediently, dark eyes catching on hers meaninfully. ] Okay. [ gruff, but he's not about to do anything without her go-ahead. and a selfish part of him knows that they can't last if he has to go back to running and she ends up, what? in protective custody with her boys? it isn't a terrible outcome, but she's right. not now. now maybe they can just... be. ]

Are you? [ happy ]

[ she moves her thumb along his jawline, lips pursing just a bit at his gruff yet simple answer. the heat coming off the fire mixed with that of his body has warmed her up and she's honestly forgot they've been without power for a while now. her own dark eyes locked upon his. ]

I am. [ there was no hesitation. she was genuinely happy with him. ] Are you?

[ she's happy -- with him. he isn't sure if that means she's royally fucked up or that he's taken another wrong turn somewhere along the way, but. he's glad. he wants her to be happy, more than anything. ]

Yeah. [ or what passes for it in his sphere, anyway. he presses his forehead against hers and just stays like that for a long moment. ]

[ she’s been through a lot in her life both mentally and physically, so she wouldn’t exactly call herself a stable person but she always wasn’t fucked up - - least not too badly. ]

Good. [ it comes out in a whisper as he presses his forehead against her own, causing her eyes to fall closed as they remain that way. ]

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