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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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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.

She can feel that slight shake through him. Her free hand moves from beneath her side to brush to his cheek lightly. "Everything okay?" Erica asks him mostly out of concern.

He nods, fingers moving deeper into her hair until he can touch the nape of her neck. "Everything is great." The shaking wasn't bothering him, it wasn't the freezing chatter he'd been doing before. It was his body's reaction to an overload of endorphins and hormones and the fact that he was pressed close to a naked hot female with only his shirt between them. Even with the sudden storm and being stuck here, this was seriously the best day ever.

Letting out a soft amused sound, Erica kept her hand pressed between them. Her touch continued over him, the soft brush up his length as she held him against her skin. She was content with this, even if she wasn't really sure what this was. It was probably better not to think about that, so she pushed it aside.

Fingers curled to allow her grip to take an actual hold of him, rather than the idle touching that had been transpiring for the past few minutes. Her palm pressed against him as she started a slow stroke over his cock.

He'd liked the gentle teasing, but he also liked the firm hold she had of him, his hand tightening in her hair as his eyes closed and he pulled in a quick breath. "I -- I like that too." Of course he did. He was a red blooded teenage boy who had a naked girl with her hand on his dick. He'd have to be gay not to like it, and probably extremely so, because hi, cock-touching.

"Good, I'd be concerned if you didn't," she replied softly. Her free hand moved to press him further onto his back, her body shifting to lean over him more. It allowed her breasts to press to his chest and it gave her hand a lot more room.

She let go of him for a moment, sliding her hand up the bottom of his shirt to push it up a bit higher on him. After it reached the middle of his chest, she traced her hand back down his mid-section until she could take a hold of his dick again.

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