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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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[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."

[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.

[littlemissfutility]

Beth laughs quietly, sputtering a bit when he licks her cheek. Moments like this, she nearly forgets that he's the same Derek--it's just so far from how he'd react if he were in his human form. Still grinning, she bends her head down in hopes of wiping the wolf slobber onto his fur.

"Gross," she tells him, though there's nothing actually grossed out in her voice. She's more delighted than anything else, planting a kiss between his ears in return. And then, a little softer, still amused, "We're gonna make it, you know. All you really need to get by is a good person on your side."

Having seen what it is to eke out a life without one, she knows that intimately now. It's possible, but it feels like a step below survival, like all that's possible is continuing to exist. With someone she can trust, she might still have rough days, but there aren't as many to cover up--and all the while, she knows they're building something together. Even if it's just a routine, they're out here. They're doing something. And that makes all the difference to Beth.

"And it helps," she adds, curling her legs in just a little more against the cold air, "if they're warm, too."