The Body Heat Meme (Again!)

[winterbolt]

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.

Comments

[majorcrotchgrab]

And you're warm.

[You ain't going nowhere, V. Raikov continues to cling to him.]

If you hadn't of taken the blankets, I wouldn't be so cold.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

"Hadn't of" is improper English.

[ Because that's the most important thing to focus on right now. ]

All right, all right, you can have the sodding blankets! Just let go of me!

[ He continues to struggle. YOUR HANDS ARE LIKE ICE OH GOD ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[You know what the warmest spot on the body is? Your crotch. Raikov places his hands on Valmont's thighs.]

I want the blankets and you. Double the warmth. And I don't care about proper English. I'm not English.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You're speaking it. And you're not American, so you haven't even got an excuse for mangling the Queen's English.

[ Full-body shiver as Raikov's hands go for the crotchal area. At least he's considerate enough not to touch certain sensitive areas directly. That would result in someone not getting any for the rest of the day, at least. ]

Er, well then. [ He reaches over to pull the blankets across both of them (mostly himself). ] That ought to do it, oughtn't it?

[majorcrotchgrab]

English is the most difficult language to learn. Give me a break.

[He was tempted. Very tempted. Raikov buries his face into the crook of Valmont's neck.]

Mmm, much better...

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Let his hands warm up and we'll see. ]

That's no excuse.

[ But he's distracted from explaining why it's no excuse by the sudden presence of Raikov's face against his neck. ]

All right, well... as ways to warm up go, this isn't a wholly terrible one, I suppose.

[ He's stopped trying to escape. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Good because he can't. The Russian purrs, breathing in his scent.]

You suppose...

[Man flesh on man flesh is the best way to warn up in Raikov's opinion.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Yes, I do suppose. Having sufficient heat in this bloody flat would be the preferable way to warm up, but...

[ He inches back against Raikov. ]

This isn't awful.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I'd much rather warm up like this, personally. But I suppose I could pick up a small heater for us to have just in case...

[And there he goes, kissing along Valmont's neck. He isn't even thinking about sex for once. Just wants to be affectionate.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Well. I suppose if you enjoy it this way... I could put up with it.

[ Which is Valmont's way of saying he enjoys it too. He turns slightly in Raikov's arms, allowing access to the part of his neck that isn't covered by his hair. ]

But you might stand to acquire some more blankets.

[ So he can hog those too. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

You'll just end up hogging them too...

[... He says in between kisses. Delicious Valmont neck needs attention, after all.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

If I do, it'll be because I need them.

[ Clearly. ]

Really, you're Russian, I'm sure you've survived worse cold.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Not naked and while trying to sleep. Just because I'm Soviet doesn't mean I have a sudden aversion to the cold. It affects me too.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

It does mean you ought to whinge less about it.

[ Hypocrite. ]

Some of us have spent the past several years in California, you know. You ought at least to let me have the blankets until I build up an immunity again.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[He stops with the kissing and pulls back to give Valmont a disgusted look.]

Excuse me? I was forced to go to South America and sat in prison for months. An outdoor prison. While in uniform.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

...You were?

[ A very uncomfortable feeling passes over Valmont. If he had anything to compare it to, he might call it shame.

Not looking at Raikov, he pushes the blankets farther in the other man's direction. Here - you need them more. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

... Yes but let's not dwell on that fact.

[He kind of regrets bringing it up but hey, it worked. Raikov adjusts the blankets so they're on them evenly. There. Much better. Then he goes right back to spooning Valmont.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Valmont doesn't really respond to the renewed spooning, nice though it may be. He's too busy adjusting to these new and uncomfortable feelings. Caring about other people is such a bloody nuisance. Why does he keep doing it? ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Why indeed.

Raikov's face returns to the crook of Valmont's neck, and he closes his eyes, finally getting sleepy again. He does notice the awkward silence though.]

What's wrong?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Huff. ]

What do you think?

[majorcrotchgrab]

[He stops with the kissing and pulls back to give Valmont a disgusted look.]

Oh, boohoo. California, with its air conditioning and thousands of pools. I, however, was in South America before I arrived here. And before that I was in Siberia. If anyone's entitled to a weather change excuse, it's me.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Siberia? Mm. What I'm hearing, then, is that you're used to the cold. And I'm not.

[ He pulls the blankets a little farther in his own direction. Just a little, though. ]

What were you doing in South America? On holiday?

[majorcrotchgrab]

No one ever gets used to the cold in Siberia. It's a different kind of cold. Chills you right down to your core.

[Guhk. He just had to ask. And dammit, stop hogging the blankets!]

I was... transfered there.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I suppose it must have been rather a nice change of pace for you.

[ Not relinquishing those blankets yet. He does give Raikov an annoyed look, though. Go back to the kissing thing! ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Something like that.

[Not about to tell Valmont why he was there or what happened. He's happy the man's finally given him assume if the blankets though. Sheesh.

He snuggles back up against his lover and nuzzles his nose into his hair. That gorgeous hair that he could play with for hours.]