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Body Heat

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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"Oh, you think your greedy grampa ass is getting a whole bottle to yourself?" Her brows rose as she leaned over him, watching her hair fall against his shoulder, eyes on his. "I plan on getting to my place and warming up all the fun parts with a hot shower. And then seeing what you can do with that mouth of yours that doesn't involve sassing me."

Bucky gazed up at her with a small smile on his lips. She was still on top of him, still leaning on him. Still there. He was used to people disappearing, and yet she stayed like an immovable boulder that was getting comfortable on its spit of land.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he asked, "So is this shower a one-person kind of thing?"

"If you don't have some kind of vendetta against pink bathrooms, then it could fit two people." And maybe it'd be kind of a fun game to play which shade of her shitty bathroom he could match when she got him worked up.

Her hand moved up to his face, finger drawing a line around his lips. "I took a cab up a mile away. You got a way to get out of here quicker, or am I calling Uber?"

With her touching his mouth, Bucky was tempted not to answer. It was such a simple touch, but it was one that he liked very much. Each time she skimmed her fingers across his face in particular made something flutter in his gut and pull in his chest.

"I got a bike," he said. "Parked it a little way away from here. Tried not to be overly suspicious."

"You rode a bike here in this weather?" James Buchanan Barnes. You masochist. But she was smiling as she leaned down and nibbled at his lower lip before she sat up. She reached over for her sweater, pulling it on over her head and then pulling her hair free after to let it loose around her face. "If I give you my address, you think you can get us there?"

They'd need a shower after that ride.

"I'm sure I could manage."

He remained on his back for a few moments before he pushed himself up with his left arm. Peering around, he furrowed his brows. "Where the hell did you throw my shirt?"

The one problem with breaking an already broken passenger seat in a shitty truck was that there was a lot of shit everywhere. And as pristine as his memory was, it sometimes remained a little foggy around the corners after he'd been ridden.

"I wasn't paying attention. I don't usually take much care when I'm unwrapping presents." That was a cheeky little jab that he was indeed a gift to appreciate. She finally moved to get off him, reaching down for her jeans and bunched up underwear on the floor of the driver's side. She wriggled into her panties and got her jeans unfurled enough to slip on. "Might be back there." She gestured with her head towards the back.

He rolled his eyes at her attempt to embarrass him (which succeeded) and remained where he was as he was. It'd be easy to dress his lower half; all he had to do was lift up and shimmy his briefs and jeans back up his legs.

Peering over his shoulder, he sighed in annoyance. "Fuck."

Sitting up, he pulled his pants back up his legs, shifting against the chair that groaned beneath him. With his pants on, Bucky twisted his upper body as he went digging behind the chair for his shirt.

She got her jacket and was stuffing her feet back in her boots, lifting up enough to zip her jeans up as she looked over at him. "You could just go like that. I wouldn't complain."

No, he could not just go like that, but she could tease him about it to make looking for his shirt less arduous.

Giving her an unimpressed look, Bucky shook his head and managed to hook something soft around his fingers. When he pulled himself up, he did so with his shirt gripped tightly in his hand.

Moving so that he was sitting again, he threw his shirt over his head and tugged it down. "You're full of a lot of compliments all of a sudden." He wasn't complaining, even though Bucky these days didn't quite know what to do with compliments.

"Orgasms put me in good moods. Maybe I'd be less of a jerk if I had more of them." All she had to grab was her bag, but looking out the windshield, all she could see was white slush and flurries. "You know that ride is going to be a nightmare."

Grabbing his jacket, he didn't slip it back on. He had half a mind to hand it to her, but knowing Jessica, she'd probably throw it out the window instead.

"You can always take the goddamn jacket," he said easily, curving the corner of his lip up. He still hadn't put it on, so it was still up for grabs.

Her gaze slanted his way, towards the jacket that had started this whole thing. "I could. But I'm sort of planning on you being unfrozen when I drag you up to my shower to insist on having my brains fucked out again. You think you can make that ride with no jacket and still be mobile?"

He still didn't slide that jacket on. He smiled at her, cocking his brow slightly. "Isn't that the point of a hot shower? It'd thaw me out?"

Did he think he could drive his bike with just his Henley? No. He'd freeze. His Vibranium arm would be the last working piece of him… but if she was concerned about the cold, he could withstand it if a hot shower was in his near future.

"Stop jabbering about it and let's get the hell out of here. The more you natter, the longer we're going to be out here freezing our asses off." She moved to grab the door handle, twisting it and needing to put her shoulder into it now that the door was starting to freeze shut. Wind sucked in and stole her breath. "Jesus, that's cold."

Slipping on his jacket, Bucky shivered when she opened the door. He followed her lead and elbowed the passenger side open, jumping down and glancing around as though he expected some action to come from the warehouse now that they were getting ready to bail. And when they didn't, he walked around to the back of the truck, still looking around just in case.

When she was near him, he said, "I'm that way." He cocked his head toward the right side of the entrance. "It wasn't this cold in the truck." Bucky rubbed his bare right hand against his Vibranium one.

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