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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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[She pretends to give it some thought.]

Maybe a little.

[But with a laugh, she squirms toward that teasing touch, kissing him again and once more running her fingers through his hair. As soon as she feels that hard bulge starting to dig into her whenever she rocks on his lap, the kiss breaks with a gasp, and she drops a hand between them to rub his stiffening cock through his jeans.]

[When she made that little space between them to dart her hand down, he moved his in to cup her breasts, fingers teasing at her nipples as he started to nip and kiss his way down along her jaw to her throat.]

Just a little, mm? I should be insulted.

[His hands make her quiver and gasp, and if she could give him more room she would, but she's not going to pull away any farther than would let her keep her hand on his jeans. Especially when she starts to work the button open one-handed, pulling down the zipper until she can work her fingers inside.

Still she tips her head back, a sigh of pleasure slipping from her throat.]

Don't be... I can handle myself if I have to.

[He hissed in a breath, the nip to her throat a little sharper than he'd intended. Not hard enough to break skin or mark, but just shy of leaving a light red ring. Her fingers were deft and quick, wrapping around him as he ground upward into her grip.]

I think I have other things I'd like you to handle.

[That almost-bite earns another gasp edged along something much sharper in return. Rhea catches her breath and manages a laugh, breathless, tightening her fingers around his cock just so and giving him a long, steady pull.

She's eager, and it's tough to hide it. The way she strokes him is more than appreciative and she nuzzles into his hair with a sigh of pleasure; the teasing brush of her mouth goes lower until she reaches his neck, and her lips part against his skin, warm against his pulse. This time it's her turn for a swift little bite.]

[His body tightened at the bite, his neck one of the more sensitive areas on his body -- predictably so, and when she let go, he wrapped both arms around her, shifting to roll them onto the couch properly. He laid her out under him, pressing his hips in against her as he hovered over her, eyes glinting gold.]

Minx.

[She'd wanted to see what would happen, and Rhea squeaks when she finds herself nearly upended, brought down flat on her back on the couch with his wonderfully solid body still heavy between her legs. That golden glimmer isn't missed, and it makes her breath catch again for the briefest moment as she runs her hands down his bare chest, nails rippling over the muscle of his stomach, and she wishes that she'd thought far enough ahead to get her own jeans off already. She giggles.]

What did I do? [She rolls her own hips upward into him, squirming.]

You almost sound innocent. That giggle gives it away, though.

[He lowered his head, licking at the edge of her collarbone before starting to nuzzle lower, moving closer to her breast.]

You asked if I was a shifter.

[His voice was a purr against her skin, lips brushing along it until he got to her nipple, dragging his tongue over her before he let his teeth graze in a tease.]

You never asked what kind.

[She might have continued to play innocent, but he's already moving, and all she can get out is a sound of sudden pleasure when his mouth reaches her breast. Rhea drags her lower lip through her teeth and her fingers through his hair, trying not to whimper when she finds her voice again. He's making her want to hold her breath.]

What, mm - [Oh. Her thighs tighten at his hips; those teeth will be sharp if they sink in. Knowing that doesn't stop her from arching her back toward his mouth.] ...what kind of shifter are you...?

[He gave her half an answer, rumbling a purr between his lips, lips that were fastened around her nipple as he gave a soft suck. Then he started to nip and kiss his way down her body towards where her jeans were annoyingly in the way.]

Don't you have some magical way of telling?

[His eyes were pure golden yellow as he stared up at her, taking the edge of her jeans in his teeth and tugging.]

[He takes the heat of his body with him as he moves lower and her skin prickles from the chilled air on her bare skin, nipples tight and sensitive, but she doesn't try to drag him back up yet. Despite herself, she's almost hypnotized by the eyes watching her so intently, and her hips lift just a little when he pulls her jeans with his teeth.

Cat's eyes.

Anything beyond that would be a shot in the dark, without magic, but Rhea makes an enticing sound, her body growing swiftly hotter in other ways. It takes a moment for her to catch up and help him get her jeans open and out of the way.]

I could say please...

[A laugh at 'the magic word' being used, Lucas tugging the button free from the hole with a last jerk of his teeth, his hand coming up to undo the zipper as he smiled up at her.]

I'm not sure that's the magic word I'm looking for. But I like the idea of making you say that for other things.

[His fingers curled into the top of her jeans while he nuzzled open the front of them, burying his nose in against her underwear and drawing in a deep breath, getting her scent and the taste of her arousal to tease his senses.]

[Another giggle, hitched slightly, and she wriggles as much as she can to push the denim down her hips, but he's not giving her much room to move (and even less incentive to distract him from what he's doing.]

Like what?

[He has a whole rainbow of options ahead of him, honestly, and Rhea is more than willing to play that game if he's good at it. A primal part of her is very aware that there is a predator between her legs, but it's only excitement that makes her tense and slide her fingernails over his head.]

You don't like talking about yourself much, huh...

[His hands tug her jeans lower, leaving her underwear on, for now, as he sits up and moves to pull them all the way down her legs. He looks up along her body as he does, grinning when his gaze locks with hers.]

I'm a little preoccupied with other things at the moment to waste time waxing poetic about myself. Maybe after, mm?

[Rhea tilts her head back with a short little laugh, followed by a slow sigh, her fingers sliding beneath his chin.]

I thought men were supposed to be good at multitasking.

[Despite her own best interests here, she pushes herself upright on the ratty couch enough to tug him back to her and kiss him thoroughly, stroking through his hair again and down over broad shoulders. With a low sound of pleasure, the kiss breaks, and she meets those golden eyes without shying.]

I want you. You don't have to be so gentle.

We're better at focused tasks. One thing at a time that we finish to completion.

[She was moving, tugging at him, and her hand was in his hair as she kissed him. He could feel himself free of his jeans, cock jutting up from the open fly and the pressed down underwear, and he grinned at her, nipping her lip.]

What if I want to be gentle?

God, I hope so.

[She wraps both arms tighter around his shoulders and kisses him again, a smile impossible to hide between every press of her mouth against his. Another drift of cold air makes her shiver and she presses closer to the heat of his body.]

Whatever you're going to do, just hurry.

[He had to reach down to push at his jeans, shoving them and his underwear down and off -- once he'd gotten his boots kicked off. Then he was leaning in closer, draping his body over hers for both the sensation of skin on skin and to offer her some of his warmth.]

So impatient. I thought witches had that in abundance. Or is the lack of it why we're currently stuck in a storm?

[She moves when he does to strip herself down at the same time, ignoring the cold air in anticipation. Another kiss, and another, and she wraps her legs around his hips to pull him flush against her.]

You think a lot of things about women and witches.

[He moved so that his cock was pressed against the crease of her thigh, enjoying the friction of it and the cooler temperature of her body as he pressed in and offered her a little more warmth. His tongue dragged over her lips, nibbling at them as he smiled and turned it into a kiss.]

I do. You planning on educating me?

[With a gasp that tapers down into a soft moan when his cock drags against her, she slides one arm across his back, clutching, and slips her other hand down to stroke the hard length of him between the press of their bodies. The sound of pleasure becomes a noncommittal hum, not so far invested on how well he does or doesn't know women, or witches, or anything else.]

You're a big boy... you can learn your own lessons.

[Her hand was working to tease him again, making him want to shift position and plunge into her, but he was trying to take his time. Wicked little witch.]

Mm, I suppose I can. So what should I learn right now, hmm?

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