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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

[levelthreehooligan]

You know that laugh I do when I've done something really stupid and kind of mean but I'm in it for the vine at this point? Yeah, that same full bellied low cackle is what Pinya emits now. Totally worth it.

"Hey you know what I'd take getting boiled over losing my toes to the cold."

[tailsections]

[ curtis was far, far from the best. he was never going to be the best. what he hoped for was that he was enough to keep people alive but there were creeping doubts about that too.

and here he was, holding someone in his arms that might die because of him. was he selfish for taking advantage? probably.

didn't mean he was going to stop.

edgar tucks himself closer and curtis drapes an arm around him, trying to share more warmth with the other man. ]

When you find the best, point him out to me, will you?

[accurately]

[ Midorima has the same reason for asking for water, he can't really say anything about that. ]

It could use a little cinnamon, but it's fine.

[ After holding it for a moment, he puts it back in the middle of the table. It was warm after all, and he noticed Akashi holding it before. ]

Do you want to hold it?

[beeroclock]

[ Logan falls for it.

But of course he falls for it. Victor's tongue is warm, and his scent is strong, and Logan's arms are tightening in their grip as he sucks gently on what's been granted him. ]

Hnn. [ When the kiss ends, he's licking his own lips. ] What was that about sleep?

[silentscales]

Snake blushes just a little bit. He didn't want to admit that they needed the help, but his friends came first. "'It might help,' says Emily."

[glorifies]

[ Akashi is already reaching for it when Midorima slides it back to the middle of the table. He could order something else now but he wants to reserve his appetite for the ramen later. It's why he just places his hands on the mug again. ]

I really should have worn gloves.

[accurately]

[ He's not sure if it'll be a welcome gesture anymore, but Akashi hasn't indicated that he has an actual problem with anything Midorima's said today. At least, not enough that Midorima suspects he'd rather have his hands freeze. He hesitates to do it, but after a few seconds pass he reaches out to put his hands over Akashi's around the cup. ]

It will warm you faster if there's warmth from both sides.

[glorifies]

[ There it is again-- some sort of warmth that feels really comfortable. Akashi's been wanting this for some time now.

He doesn't look at Midorima, more keen on keeping his eyes closed to relish in the moment of all this. ]

That does help. Thank you very much.

[ Midorima can't... drink the rest of the hot chocolate this way, though. ]

If you'd still like to drink some more, let me know.

[accurately]

[ Midorima's hands are fixed on the cup, and his hands over Akashi's. Despite that he knows Akashi doesn't feel the same way yet, if Akashi knows how he feels and is still okay with this, it's something he's much more willing to indulge in. It feels lighter somehow, like his enjoyment of this isn't something he needs to keep secret- at least not from Akashi any more. ]

I will in a minute.

[ He's going to enjoy this moment first, the first time he's gotten to do something all day without feeling like he had to shove anything he felt about it downward. ]

Let me know when you want to go back to the exhibits.

[littlemissfutility]

Having him there makes the difference between sorta-warmth and a sleepless night. (Parts of her are always cold at this point, her toes especially, but most of her is okay.) And he doesn't usually mind her petting him or slinging an arm around his middle, both of which she does tonight. The scent of him changes a little, all doggish now but still comforting, despite the fact that she hadn't liked it much to start with.

"The last field trip we ever took," she murmurs, knowing it's not a very interesting story but figuring it'll do, "was up to Atlanta. We were there to see the capitol...for, like, the fourth time. You go in other grades, too. But after that, we split up into groups and hung out in the city for a few hours, just for fun. My friends and I got ice cream cones and ate them with our feet in a fountain."

It feels so long ago, so far away from here, especially when her breath's clouding around her lips. "I can remember some of it so clearly. It was so hot, my nose and cheeks got sunburned. But I don't remember what kind of ice cream it was. Or what we talked about while we were window-shopping. It wasn't important, I guess. It was just...fun. It felt like we were playing hooky, even though it was a school trip."

She reaches up so she can scritch at the side of his neck, just below his jaw. There's an undeniable ruefulness in her words, even if she's dry-eyed. "I miss things being fun. Or, like. Normal. Sometimes it was like that at the prison, but everything always changed, you know? It never stayed that way. I always hoped it would, but..." A little shrug, a little sigh. "We're lucky to be alive, right? Even if it sucks sometimes."

[glorifies]

As soon as possible, hopefully. I've actually gotten a bit hungry already.

[ He would rather not rush Midorima, though, so he adds: ]

But you needn't feel pressured.

[glorifies]

A harem? No, not at all.

[ Mayuzumi, this is ridiculous... How does he say he just wants to be treated normally without getting ridiculed? This is getting difficult. ]

I thought you said you weren't deep into the, ah, "subculture"?

[lightnovelshadow]

[That difficulty might be intentional. Akashi, you may be the victim of a slightly mean hearted senpai.]

I'm not particularly into the anime, manga, or game parts, but a lot of light novels share traits with them. Ringo [He refuses to further disprove his "not that into the subculure" claim and to join in calling her Ringo-tan in front of Akashi.] and her cuteness are more like the kind of android of those Japanese visual subcultures than the robots of the classic world sci-fi literature. Bradbury or Phillip Dick's androids appeal was supposed to be their overwhelming humanity coupled with an invulnerability to that could sometimes lead to them not given the same sympathies as humans. The idea of the inhuman imperfections unique to the android being appealing is pretty unique and Light Novels that run more on interesting characters like that don't get too bogged down in philosophy.

[Surely Mayzumi has successfully avoided disproving any past statements he may have made.

Akashi, you may be the victim of a slightly otaku senpai.]

[nerdiface]

She'd made the offer, but it was still a little surprising when he accepted. "Okay..." It wasn't that she was afraid, really, because if he'd had some sort of ill intentions she was pretty sure he would have acted before this point. And it was actually really sweet that he was so concerned about his snakes.

So she got up and moved to sit over near the other end of the couch. "Do you think they'd come to me?"

[glorifies]

[ You didn't have to compare Ringo-tan to Western androids, Mayuzumi... Akashi's not sure what to think at this point. ]

You, ah... you sure are full of surprises, Mayuzumi-san.

[lightnovelshadow]

You say that like you're struggling to put it politely.

[Anyone who can surprise Akashi of all people has to really be outside of norm. That isn't him. He doesn't stand out much or have much presence; therefore he cannot be weird.]

[glorifies]

I don't mean anything bad by it.

[ He shakes his head as he laughs. He doesn't really mean to offend. ]

Please don't take it the wrong way.

[lightnovelshadow]

[A dismissive remark, or even grunt doesn't quite make it out of his mouth as he gives a stare not as annoyed as it should be. Akashi's laughed a few times now since coming here. It's not that he wasn't prone to a chuckle during the time he'd known up up until now, but given their situation, both the cold and the fact that he had been the one to send Akashi retreating to be alone at the non-working kotatsu, it's a nice sound to hear. It's not really an annoying sound even if the sentiment is something he still fully believes should annoy him. In fact it's the opposite.

It's enough that he notices his own lack of response and the silence growing just long enough that he'd be considered staring.]

You can talk about whatever it is you like. It seems like you're busy with so much stuff I can't tell what parts of it you like and what you've got to do.

[silentscales]

Snake tries to coax her closer under the blanket by lifting it up for her. "'It's too cold without the blanket,' says Webster." He didn't want to risk them just curling up with her without it. At the least it's obvious now that he really is caring for a varied pile of snakes and not just making excuses.

[glorifies]

[ The way Akashi blinks has a hint of confusion. He had no idea Mayuzumi would be interested in hearing about what he has to say. Then again, he immediately concludes that this is just for idle conversation. With the power still out and they can't really go anywhere, there's no other way to spend (or waste) time by talking.

His lips quick into a small smile. It's not exactly pressuring but now he has to figure out an interesting topic for the two of them to talk to. He finds his own interests to be attention-grabbing, although he can't imagine Mayuzumi to be into them as well. ]

I play the violin. It's quite enjoyable, although I only started playing it because my father wanted me to learn a musical instrument.

[lightnovelshadow]

[It's impossible not to notice the confused blink from the very one who trained him to be an observer. He's sure people take enough interest in him that it shouldn't be an unexpected question. That it's unexpected from him is the step he can't quite make in putting it together, not when the words are distracting. His father doesn't seem to take much interest in what his son wants; then again what kids want to apply themselves to the level that's really best for them in life? Getting better at something through work isn't something most understand until they're a little older than the prime age for starting these things.]

Suitably high class. First Chair quality in that too?

[seasoflight]

Felih purrs and nuzzles at him more, ears twitching as he hears the stifled sounds Shiro is making, knowing that he's enjoying himself, getting overwhelmed by the pleasure he's giving him. It encourages him, keeps him rocking his hips steadily, panting as he tries to resist going too quickly. But Shiro is pleading for him, tempting him, so tight around him- and when he feels his mate's cock jerk against his belly, he lowers a hand between them to take the shaft and stroke him slowly.

"You really want me, then, want me ramming into you and filling you, making it so the only thing you feel is me digging deep, stretching you and sating that need?" He's purring and growling now, letting his strokes lengthen, drawing back to the very head of his cock before he pushes back in, letting Shiro have the full length dragging along his walls and then pushing in again. "Then you'll have it- I'll ram into you until you can't think straight, give you all you need..."

He's speeding up now, the full strokes taking on a quicker rut as he lets his hips circle and roll more freely. He's finally giving in to that primal instinct to just seed a partner, thoroughly fill them- "Twelve, I'm going to flood you, pour in every drop, make you mine-" he growls, suddenly letting his hips snap forward and ram into him. Gods, Shiro's getting so easy to slam into- how is-? But he doesn't care because it just makes it so much easier for him to thrust, that slickness easing his every move. "I'm going to ream you- make you remember my shape, the way I rut and fill you, make you scream-" And gods, is Shiro's deep voice moaning and crying out for him so lovely.

[phantom6th]

(The path before them is open but unfamiliar. It's fitting they travel it together, and Kuroko has never hesitated when it comes to exploration. The only worry is making Akashi uncomfortable, but it's an unspoken reassurance that either of them can stop any time they want.

The kiss deepens. As a tongue asks for entrance past Akashi's lips, Kuroko's hands become bolder. One remains on Akashi's face, cupping the cheek tenderly, while the other smooths over athletic shoulders and down his partner's side. The cold remains around them, a brutal attacker combated by the warmth of their kiss and the proximity of their bodies, though the blanket serves as a paper-thin barrier.

Kuroko forgets it's cold. With his hands no longer tucked into Akashi's, he should be freezing, but all the feeling has returned to his body.)

[oncedead]

But tomorrow is just one eyeful of sleep away. Harry doesn't say that, though. Because they both need to pretend for a moment that they have the time to get warm and happy for at least a couple of minutes.

He gives her room to shift around, moving his hand so that it's tucked under her neck where it's more comfortable and he's free to wrap both of his arms around her more securely. She feels small against him and it would be so easy to think of her as delicate. She's an incredibly talented witch and Harry knows that better than anyone. But right now she's just his best friend, a girl who cried when Ron left and who has icy feet and still manages to smell good even if they've been camping for ages. Right now Harry wishes he was that wizard who could produce a never ending warming charm instead of a perfect patronus.

"I've... never thought about that," he says to her question, a little bit of wonderment in his voice. He really never has. "Hogwarts, when it was all good." His response is still steady and sure and he presses his cheek against the crown of her head. "We'd curl up in one of those chairs in front of the fireplace in Gryffindor tower. And you could bring one of your huge books and I would promise not to complain even once." Because she definitely is part of his little fantasy. She always is.

[duelo]

As Derek listens, he nudges in closer to her trying to seal any leftover space between them where cold air might get to the parts of her he's trying to protect. He nuzzles his face against her chest, letting his eyes start to close. When he's the wolf, it's much easier to sleep at the same time that Beth does, because he hears more clearly and his reflexes are sharper.

He's never been to the capitol, now that he thinks of it, as Beth tells her story. Some of the monuments there were among the list of things he wanted to see someday before he died. Now, it doesn't seem to matter much whether he ever gets to see the Lincoln Memorial or the Grand Canyon.

Derek leans into her touch when she starts to scratch his neck and a soft but high-pitched whine escapes him when she says that she misses the way things used to be. Derek does and doesn't. He doesn't miss having to fight off worse things than the walkers, but he does miss having a roof over his head and food in his stomach. He misses his sister. He misses Malia, even though he barely got to know her. He even misses McCall and his merry band of misfits.

Sometimes Derek's not so sure that luck has anything to do with him being alive and that he's just cursed to it because he wants to keep Beth alive. She's honest and pure and good in a way that nothing else seems to be anymore. She still has hopes and dreams, he's pretty sure, when everyone else has considered their own crushed.

Beth is his everything. Living is miserable, except when it isn't because he's with her.

His head lifts a little and he leaves a quick but unintentionally sloppy kiss on her face, his tongue sweeping up her cheek before he lowers his head again. It's affectionate, but it's also an acknowledgement that yes, he is listening, even if it's hard for him to otherwise show it.