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body heat meme

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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He thought about which way to roll, towards her or away. Oddly enough, he thought if he rolled away, it might be a bit of an insult to her, considering what she'd done to him to help him out of an awkward situation before.

Slowly, he started to turn towards her, arm coming up to try to move over her hip so he didn't wind up copping a feel.

She shifted to allow his movement, to settle in against him. It's not exactly easy, considering that she wasn't the flattest of girls. His hand settled to her hip and she allowed it, not really sure he could put it anywhere else comfortably.

"Better?"

Speaking of non-flat chests, he could feel the side of her breast pressing into his chest, making him flash back to the last time he'd felt her pressed against him.

Oh damn.

"Mmph." Which was Stiles for 'yes, but I'm trying to concentrate on not reacting to the awesome tatas I'm almost touching', something easier said than done.

He might have been fine, but the more he curled in against her, the more she needed to shift so that she wasn't awkwardly pressed there. Turning toward him, she pulled her head back when she realized how close she was to his face.

"Sorry," she apologized, but shifted again, curves pressing against him as she shifted and eventually felt her knees aligned to his. "Alright. Are you okay?"

"Yes." Was his voice a little high? Maybe she wouldn't notice. Now it was both breasts against his chest, his heartbeat ratcheting up a little at the knowledge.

In one interaction between them, Erica and his paradigm had shifted a little. She was more on his radar in terms of her being a girl, an attractive girl. One who'd seen him and hadn't laughed or made a joke.

Every breath she took resulted in her curves pressing in against him more. Still, she didn't really move very far from him. He was really close to her, too. Not just his body, but his face. She was trying not to stare at him, but he was right there.

"I could turn around if you don't want to stare at me."

"What? Why? I mean, I don't mind." It was true, and if she used that werewolf sense she had, she'd pick up on that. She had dark brown eyes, darker than his, and it wasn't exactly a hardship to enjoy being pressed close, or to pick up the subtle scent of her.

She shrugged, which pressed herself in against him more, but she didn't really mind this time.

"I don't know, I don't want you to think that I'm going to do something to you."

"Something? No, I don't think something." He was so thinking something. Something that involved those hands. He might have shifted his hips back just a little. Just in case.

She felt that shift and smirked, trying to hold back her amusement, "Did I already do something to you?"

"Nooo." Yes. The smile wasn't helping. He knew that smile. That smile either came before a threat or that an offer to put her hands where they did a pretty damn good job of making him feel good.

There was an amused exhale that came from her, "Alright."

Taking a deep breath, she shifted again. It was easier to settle in against him, to not pay attention to him looking at her, to not look at his mouth, into his eyes. At least they weren't thinking about being cold anymore.

Cold? Who was cold? He was much more concerned with how close she was and how easy it was to let his hand slide down a little lower on her back, to tuck her in against him. Very easy. Too easy.

Well, those hips just inched their way back toward her frame. Erica wasn't about to make mention of it, but she was feeling that he was more relaxed, which was a good thing. No more shivering or chattering teeth.

"Are you gonna get sleep?"

"Um, maybe." He could try, but he had a feeling he couldn't. Not yet. Not with her breath ghosting over him. She was so damn warm.

"Are you warm enough, at least?" She didn't want to go through all of this and have him still actually feeling cold. Maybe his feet or something wasn't covered enough.

"I'm... good." He felt almost overheated where they touched, his cheeks getting a small flush over them.

Erica caught the rise of color to his cheeks and she smirks a bit, "Too warm?"

"Too warm? No... no this is good. You're good." She was better than good.

"Okay," she replied softly. Her eyes drifted down to his mouth before she glanced back up at him. What had started out as a means of just keeping him quiet and not chattering his teeth to death was now the two of them pressed close in a small bed.

This was a different situation for her and she could feel her own heartbeat picking up a bit. The small crush hadn't been something she'd thought about in a while, mostly because she hadn't had the time to think about it. Now, there had been events that had transpired that didn't fall under the normal category of what a girl does with the guy she had a crush on. Not without there being crying in the bathroom about how things should have gone.

"If you need me to move or anything, just let me know."

His brain took those words and transmuted them into something else she probably didn't mean. Moving sounded like a good idea. Moving and maybe more touching and, god, did she always smell so good?

"I... you're good. Fine. I'm... yeah." Hey there, brain. What's up with the short circuiting?

She kept close, not really saying much else. She noticed the broken sentences, the way he was slowly stuttering his way through communicating with her. There was a soft smile that hit her features at his remarks, though. They might not be coherent thoughts, but they were still not negative.

"Are you okay? I mean, are you cold? Are you uncomfortable?" Was she regretting him being in the bed with her? God, he hoped not. After what she'd already done for him, there was a very big part of him that wanted to return the favor, especially when his body was telling him how happy it was to be close to her.

She shook her head slightly, not that she had much room to move it as it pressed to the pillow they were sort of sharing. "I'm fine. Not cold, not uncomfortable."

Erica still kept her voice low, intimate since they were practically breathing the same air as each other. She was pretty sure she could tell how okay he was in the moment, but she wasn't about to mention it.

"Okay." Yeah, he was okay. He was more than okay. Then he remembered that whole werewolf sense of smell and he wondered what it was she was picking up from him, and why she hadn't said anything about it yet. Shyness didn't exactly fit with the Erica he was getting used to.

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