cuddle meme .

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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

[tastesbest]

[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.

[tailsections]

[ 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?

[tastesbest]

[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.

[tailsections]

[ 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.

[tastesbest]

[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.]

[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?

[tastesbest]

[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.]

[tailsections]

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.

[tastesbest]

[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.]