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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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[Guess Curtis didn't really have an answer. Edgar had been worried to hear something about his age, or just space--or...he just wasn't sure, really.

Feeling the hand on his shoulder, Edgar turned slightly, so that he could see Curtis' face in the dim light, eyes traveling along the exhaustion there...Edgar wondered what Curtis looked like, before all of this. Or would have looked like, had it never come, at all.]

Yeah, or maybe you just forgot to tell me you were cold too.

That's because I don't get cold.

[ that was a blatant lie. he got cold. they all did. he was huddled up under the blanket the same as everyone else. but, edgar had enough to deal with already so curtis talking about being cold and tired and just so fucking alone wasn't edgar's thing to burden.

that was curtis's responsibility. ]

What would you say if I had asked?

[Edgar let out a quiet snort at the lie, but didn't call him on it. And really, Curtis had always been some sort of warmth for him...so when he was younger, he might have actually believed that lie. Before he truly understood what sort of weight sat on their leader's shoulders.

Still, at the question, Edgar frowns just slightly, trying not to get as mouthy as he usually does. Choosing his words carefully isn't something he's known for, but it probably matters, here.]

...asked you why you were toughed it out for so long. [A beat.] Guess I've always been better at making those first moves, hm? [Except not really. But he was here, wasn't he? He got this far.]

Guess you have.

[ there were probably some deep seated reasons that curtis didn't think to ask. reasons related to how he felt about himself, how he felt about his place here and what he'd done in the past (to edgar and everyone). it was the past, a long long time ago, but it still sat heavily against his breastbone, reminding him everyday that getting close could be dangerous.

for edgar. ]

And I've just never been good at asking for things.

[ especially when it was something that he did want. ]

Sure you are.

[Edgar smirks a little, scooting in a bit closer, hoping Curtis can't hear how his heart is hammering in his chest.]

You ask for things for other people all the time. You're just not great at askin' for stuff for yourself.

[The way that Curtis helped everyone was one of the best parts of him. Edgar strove to be more like him, in that way. Thing was, he was always a little bit more selfish.

Which might help, right now.]

...you're just lucky you have me to help with that.

[Edgar had to hope he wasn't reading this wrong; that he wasn't about to muck up everything they were, by doing one stupid thing. ...But maybe it was worth the risk. Closing the distance, Edgar pressed his lips against Curtis'. It wasn't perfect, by any means, probably clumsy more than anything--but there it was.]

[ it was clumsy and messy and maybe a little desperate (on curtis's end) but that didn't mean it wasn't good because it was. is warm and goodness and a little slice of light being instilled into his body and curtis just wants to sink into edgar and stay in that moment of pleasure.

he wants to forget about the world around them, contained to a dark, dirty train compartment where people die more often than not. he wants to live in this moment.

he can't, he knows, so he intends to just make it last. hands coming up, he frames edgar's face, feeling the line of sharp cheekbone and jaw underneath his palms as he leans in and kisses harder. ]

[Edgar hadn't really known how Curtis would react; he had hoped, sure--wanted him to react in one way...but wanting and getting are two different things.

So having Curtis not only kissing him back, but kissing him like he wanted this just as much as Edgar did...it was nearly overwhelming.

Edgar made a soft sound in the back of his throat when Curtis brought his hands up to his face, swallowing the sound (long having learned how to stay quiet). One of his own arms slipped around Curtis' waist, using it to pull himself in closer to him.

Breathing was a bit of an afterthought, so Edgar had to pull away, gasping softly against Curtis' lips.]

...sorta wish I'd tried that earlier, now.

[ curtis doesn't smile but he doesn't think he needs to in order to convey what he'd felt and what he thought of what edgar had just done. smiling -- it was something that seemed so far away and almost like a betrayal to those that had already lost their lives on this godforsaken train.

so, he doesn't smile but he doesn't move away either. he stays close to edgar, feeling his lean, lanky frame pressed up against various points on his own body.

the cold went down to his bones but the press of edgar's body was providing brief moments of warmth. ]

What stopped you?

[ curtis had some ideas, some guesses as to why edgar might have held off but he kept quiet. ]

Did you think I'd say no?

[Edgar flushed, not speaking for a moment, cause of course Curtis would peg it in one guess--but given how long they've known each other...]

Yeah. I mean--

--figured...

[He shrugs a little, which is a bit abortive, given his current position, and really only brings him closer to Curtis. He presses his forehead against the other's, as if having even the small space between them was a bit much, now.

He figured Curtis could do better. Not that--there was much 'choice' for the tailsection, but sometimes he had worried that he just was seen as some sort of shadow to Curtis, and nothing else.]

...eh, doesn't matter what I figured. I was wrong.

[ would he have said no? curtis thinks it might have depended on the time, the situation, his mood. he very well might have turned edgar away with nothing more than a few muttered words and then acted as if nothing had happened the next day.

but, he hadn't turned him away tonight. would things look different when they woke up? maybe but they looked like edgar and felt like edgar tonight. ]

I think you're wrong a lot.

[ maybe there's a smile in his voice despite the lack of it on his face. he's closed his eyes and he's breathing quietly, forehead pressed against edgar's. he's warm now. ]

Should be used to it.

[Edgar snorts, rolling his eyes.]

Yeah I guess I learned from the best then, didn't I?

[He sighs, his heart still beating a bit fast from what happened. He knows he needs to sleep--they both do--but he sort of wants to find out what happens next. Pushing Curtis wouldn't be a good idea, though. So instead Edgar just brushes his lips against Curtis' again (unable to help himself) and then ducks his head under his chin, settling his face up against his neck.]

[ 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?

[Edgar snorts, speaking softly against Curtis' neck, already feeling himself dropping off. Things might be horrible in the morning, they might not talk about this at all--or things might be different, and continue. Who knows. It's a risk...and sometimes they have to be taken.

But one thing is clear to him,]

Yeah. I'll just keep pointin' at you until you believe it.

[Curtis was the best in his eyes; nothing would change that. He just lived in hopes that Curtis would see that, too, one day.]

Go to sleep.

[ he could hear the drowsiness in edgar's voice and he was absolutely going to use that as a way of getting out of this conversation. he wasn't the best and if edgar knew, if he really knew what sort of man curtis was, he'd think that too.

he sighs and slips his hand to curve around edgar's neck, under his hair so he could rub at the muscles there, coax him to sleep. ]

Don't drool on me.

[Edgar might have muttered that he'll drool if he wants to, but it's muffled, and trails off as he finally starts to fall asleep, lulled by that hand in his hair, hugging Curtis a bit closer as he drifts off.]

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