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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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Stiles was more than happy to have assistance in getting her to where she needed to go. That touch to his cockhead made him tip his head, deepening the kiss and letting his tongue do what his dick couldn't; slip inside that warm heat and make itself at home.

He could smell her, smell that tang of her arousal on his fingers, smell it filling the air the way sex had a habit of doing. Not that he knew that, but it was something he'd remember from now on. That smell. That smell with the way his hand kept sinking into her, his fingers crooking and straightening inside her to find either that place or one that was close enough to it to make her feel good. His ears were full of the way she was breathing and those small sounds and words that slipped free. Like his name. Had his name ever sounded actually sexy before? It did now.

His kiss silenced her, made her fingers press down her body and seek out where his thumb was trying to do a balancing act across her clit. Her hand moved his hand away from her clit, not that she wasn't appreciative, but she knew that his efforts divided weren't doing what she needed and if he wanted to win, he was going to need a bit of help.

Her hand brushed over his, hooking her ring finger against his and trying to press it against the two that were already returning into the warm heat of her. It wasn't as clear a signal as before, but her fingers slid away and moved to press down against herself. She found that bundle of nerves and rocked her touch over it, allowing her hips to roll with his hand, trying to help create some sort of small illusion that he could just fuck her with his hand.

He wasn't Einstein, but he was an A student. Most of the time. That not exactly subtle shift away from her clit and the added press of a finger was more than enough of a sign for him when he was completely attuned to her every little move at the moment.

Stiles slipped a third finger in, breath stopping at the tightness that gripped his fingers. Still, he pressed them in, turning his efforts to the steady thrusting of them and the way his mouth was moving over her. It was less an illusion and more a reality as he found some strange sort of energy reserve that let him keep moving, to pick up the pace until he could hear his hand moving inside her. He pressed his body to hers, feeling his cock brush against the smooth skin of her stomach and he almost lost it then and there. Almost, but not quite.

The additional finger and Erica's own touch was pressing her that much closer to the edge. She couldn't keep his kiss, couldn't stop herself from the small whines that kept coming behind every huff of breath that slipped from her lips. She couldn't not whimper out please of 'Yes' that were most often tangled around his name.

A high pitched sound came from her as her thigh tensed slightly, the heat starting to pool and begin to feel as though she should cling tighter just to hold onto the sensation. That just tensed her walls around his fingers more and that wasn't a bad thing at all.

Was he supposed to not be able to breathe when he looked down and saw her like that? Because the sight of her squirming against him and those sounds, god, he couldn't get in enough air. His head was swimming and all he could do was keep moving in her, keep his fingers doing what seemed to be working.

She couldn't keep up the kiss but that was okay because he dipped his head down and started biting along her jaw, kissing the spots after and trying not to sound like he was having a heart attack against her.

Part of her wanted to shift more, to turn off of her side and onto her back. She wanted to welcome his weight against her frame and even if she knew he wouldn't, even if he'd already put that boundary there, she wanted to think that it could happen. She wanted to feel his weight and to have his length brush against her more than just that slight bit of contact. Her free hand moved to brush against his cock, keeping it pressed to her hip as her other hand continued to rub to her clit.

Her touch quickened over her, increasing the pressure and knowing that she was soon to fall over that edge. Her breath kept getting stuck in her lungs, clinging to her insides as she tried to remember not to lose track of the needs of her whole body instead of just where his hand was pressed. Her head tipped back, trying to give him more room along her neck.

His mouth got greedier on her, leaving biting little marks in return for the hand pressing him to her, letting his cock slide against smooth skin. His hand was moving at a pace he didn't think his body would ever be able to match, but that didn't matter because it was all about here and now and making her come undone. The tension in her body and the tightness he felt as she squeezed around him encouraged him, had him whispering things between those bites and licks and kisses. About how hot she was and how good she felt. How he wanted to make her come and he couldn't even be embarrassed about any of that because he was so in the moment.

Whatever marks he thought to leave on her would fade quickly, her healing not allowing for those things to last very long. Still her body rocked against his, hips rolling forward and rutting herself to his hand as much as she could. The way his words fell from his lips, she was whimpering in response.

Her foot pressed in against the mattress, flexing her calf and then it was as if every tightly wound inch of her found that release and she held tight to that end, her body tensing against him as she cried out, hand stilling over herself before it moved to his elbow, torn between telling him to stay or leave, but in the end she wanted him to feel the rush of heat that came to her, the tensing of muscles that she had no control over. It was the sort of spasm that she was content with her body having. It wasn't the lack of coherence or the fear of anything else. Just the thrill of her climax as it pushed through her.

He pulled back to watch, eyes catching every expression on her face, the way her body was like a string pulled tight that was vibrating. He felt the way she squeezed his hand with her insides, almost painful, but he kept moving, slowing as he did. He could feel the wetness soak his fingers, the heat intensifying as she spent herself under him.

He would never forget this moment as long a he lived.

As the initial wave started to subside, she regained her breathing. It was heavy and coming in through parted lips, but she felt her foot slide down and stretch forward, trying to remove the tightness in her thighs and calves, trying to rid herself of that feeling like everything was going to break open. She still whimpered softly, her hand finding his wrist and moving him away from her just because she was entirely too sensitive. Erica let his hand rest to her hip for the moment, but she assumed he'd just put it wherever he wanted it.

She turned in toward him, lifting her chin and kissing him. It wasn't as difficult as she thought, considering how hard her chest qas pounding, but she still met to him, still pressed herself against him and his pants half-way to his knees. She smirked against his mouth a bit. "You should take your pants off," she teased.

"Should I?" His hand was happy to slide around to that dip in her back, pulling her against him as she kissed him. That was a nice feeling, her mouth on his and her body all pliant and satisfied. And he'd done that. He was smiling as he slid his hand up her shirt, fingers drawing lines up her back.

"That would require moving and you feel good right where you are." Warm and against him, lips on his and that playful tone in her voice

Her head shook a bit, "You can't be comfortable with them halfway down your thighs." Her hand reached a bit, tugging on the elastic band of his boxers.

"Just take them off," she requested.

"Okay." No way was he disobeying a direct request. With a little jiggling and shaking and rubbing of his legs, he managed to get the bunched up jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off and feeling the boxers follow.

"You were right, much better." Oh god, so much better. So much naked skin touching against more naked skin. He wanted to put his leg back where it had been when this had started, but he was a little concerned about how close other things would be to other things. Hey, he was an educated guy, he knew it didn't need to go in for accidents to happen and babies to be made.

She let out an amused sound, curling in closer to him and letting her hand press between them. She found the hem of her shirt and moved to pull it up and over her head. It seemed somewhat ridiculous to be that close to naked and still not be naked. If she wasn't going to have sex she was at least going to feel as much of him as possible.

"And this is better, too, right?"

The sound he let out wasn't something that could be mistaken for a word in any language, but it certainly could be understood as agreement. "Oh god, yes. Yes, better. So much."

There was so much skin showing, he wanted to run his hands over all of it. He wanted to run his mouth over all of it. He didn't know where he wanted to start first, only that he wanted it all. "God, so good."

Leaning forward, she brushed her nose against his softly, curling in closer to him. The chill in the room was starting to press on her a bit more, but she figured that was mostly from the warmth of her skin and the difference between the two. Her hand tugged the blanket around them more, before she pressed in against him, letting her hand fit between them and brush against him.

"Do you still want me to?"

"You don't have to." It came out breathy and barely audible, but his hips jerked at the touch, his eyes closing slightly as he let his nose brush past hers, lips just hovering over her mouth. "We can just... lay here."

Nodding, she smiled close to his mouth, "I know." Honestly, Erica was pretty sure that at this point she could do whatever she wanted to as long as she stayed very naked, very close to him. It didn't stop her hand from curling around him though, taking him in a light hold.

That would definitely be a deciding factor in his agreement to anything. Naked Erica? Totally the boss. He was okay with that. His eyes close again at the touch, his head moving forward enough to close that small space and steal himself a kiss. His hand tucked the blanket closer around her before he ran it along her back. So much skin...

Erica kissed him back, her fingers slowly moving down against him before she brings his erection in closer against her own body. She just lets it press against her his head pushed to beneath her navel. Her hand just rubs against him, keeping him to the warmth of her body.

This was... different. Not just the nakedness, because that was completely new, but the slow touching. Just resting next to her and feeling her and not moving with any actual goal in mind. It was more intense than if she'd started trying to jerk him off again. Different. More personal.

Erica let her touch stroke along him, fingertips dragging up his shaft and stopping just beneath that ridge and then pushing back down. Her mouth parted to his, catching to his upper lip. Her tongue traced lightly to it, but she simply returned to letting her mouth ply to his in a slow seductive kiss.

He couldn't press any closer to her if he tried, his hand flat on her back and keeping her up tight against him. The teasing touch had a shiver going through him, one that was paired with a small groan at the feel of her licking over his lip. The groan was cut off by the kiss and he was more than happy to deepen it, to lick into her mouth and run his hand along her back and down to her ass.

Erica pressed against him in every way that she could, breathing in and then exhaling more than she needs to just so that her chest rises in against him more. Keeping the kiss is easier than before, the heavy breathing no longer an issue as her body's adjusted to that normal stillness. Her hand continues with the subtle motions to him, pressing him against her body and just liking the feeling of him beneath her fingers.

He wanted to say something, but the words were all jumbling up in his head and they wouldn't align themselves properly for him to spit out. He moved his hand from where it had been up to her hair, fingers winding into it and holding the silky blonde strands. He could feel that fine trembling in his body again, this time from need instead of cold.

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