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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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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.

The werewolf thing did mean she was picking up a lot from him, but considering the last time she brought those things up he'd been with his pants down, she wasn't planning on mentioning anything that might embarrass him. That day it had been about catching him off guard, about catching him with his hand wrapped around himself. It wasn't a bad image, but it wasn't one she was meant to see. Teasing him about it came naturally.

This had happened and she'd allowed it to happen. Why would she want to make him feel bad about any of this when it was her idea?

His hand flexed on her back, his mind distracting him from his actions momentarily. His body took a moment to do what it wanted, and that was to move itself a little closer, as close as he could get where they lay. His breath was coming in shallow little gulps, his heart still beating quickly before he recognized his hand was trying to slip lower. Nope. Nope. Bad hand.

That was a clear move. Not that it was clear why he had made it, but she definitely knew it had been deliberate. A soft smirk turned in the corner of her mouth, her eyes looking up at him with a hint of mischief behind them.

"You know, I can feel more than just your hand moving to my ass, right?" Maybe she was going to tease him a little bit. He was the one pressing himself against her, after all.

An embarrassed laugh stuttered out of him, his cheeks flaming brighter because of it. "I, um, I can't help that. I'd say it's your fault, but..." But that would imply it was a bad thing and he couldn't bring himself to say it was.

"The hand has stopped moving. See? Not moving an inch." Only because he was concentrating on not letting it.

"Definitely not my fault," she won't even get into the reasons that would be a wrong statement to make. Erica did like the rush of color to his cheeks and she didn't mind where his hand had stopped either.

"Also I do note the non-movement of the hand. Very good," she replied. Of course, she said that and then moved her own hand from resting on her own side to sliding down over his and pressing to his lower back. "Mine can stay here, too."

Oh. Oh crap. Was this a game? If he moved his hand, would she as well? Or would she slap him? Not fair, Erica. How's a guy supposed to use his thinking brain when he had a pretty blonde pressed up to him making all sorts of insinuations with that mouth of hers? He was only human.

"Yeah... not moving." Yet. How does one say 'you can put your hand on my ass if you want' without that sounding crass?

Erica wasn't sure if this was going to become a game, but she was definitely at least distracted enough from the weather and the isolation to pretend for a bit. Her index finger moved and met to her pinky, then her pinky moved down further along his body.

"I think I moved my hand."

Was that a challenge? He took a bracing breath before moving his hand in a mimicry of hers. "Oops. Mine too. I must have slipped."

She tsked softly, shaking her head, "Horrible impulse control."

There was a brief moment of her shifting against him and she leaned in closer to him, her mouth now hovering nearer to his as her eyes locked to his, "What are you thinking about?"

He had to try twice to answer, his voice stuck in his throat as he felt her breath against his mouth. "You." That was pretty much all he was thinking about at the moment. Her. Her hand. Her mouth. Those cushiony breasts pressing against him. Yep, she had his full attention.

It was funny how something could be vague and specific all at the same time. She nodded, watching his eyes, "I must be pretty captivating if that's all you're thinking about right now."

Her hand slid down further, cupping to his ass and pressing him closer to her a bit. That was a bit more direct than she had expected to be, but she was pretty okay with being the reason for his erection right now.

"Ah-ha." That was all that came out in response to both the quip and the hand that gripped him and pulled him against her. He could feel himself, hard and needy behind his pants as she rubbed against it. Oh yeah, he was fully focused on her. He was utterly captivated.

His hand moved to her ass more slowly, but he gave it a good squeeze when he got there, a breathy groan sounding when he pulled her in again, rocking his body against her.

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