this is my winter song to you;

[hetero]

The Body Heat Meme

THE RULES:

1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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!
4. So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
5. Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

Comments

[hetero]

There are some things more important. [ Obviously!! ]

But if I had to live without it, I think I'd go insane.

[deism]

[ the look on his face says he is not amused

and not only he is not amused, it makes him a little more wary than he wants to be about dean's health ] Do you desire sex at the moment?

[hetero]

Sex in a cabin during a blizzard for body heat has always been on my list of things to do, but as you can see, I'm doing fine. I'm not uncontrollable, Cas.

[deism]

I see.

[ those who knew him well might say he was disappointed. but then again those who knew him well were all dead dicks. ] Are you warm?

[hetero]

I've got a chill. S'probably from when you couldn't keep your hands off me.

[deism]

You do not want me to touch you. [ it's a question in the form of a statement ]

[hetero]

[ He glances away, like he knows what he should say by his standards, but there's a difference in what he actually wants to say. It's only Cas here, at least. ]

I... wouldn't mind it.

[deism]

[ though his facial muscles don't move, he does move his hand back more towards dean's face

it is like pleasing a happy kitten ]

[hetero]

[ Dean smiles lightly, maybe a little awkward, and leans into his touch this time. ]

Is my skin that soft?

[deism]

No.

[ touching... ]

[hetero]

Then what's your thing with touching my face?

[deism]

You enjoy physical proximity.

[hetero]

[ He can't hold back a laugh at that. ]

Not really the type'a physical proximity I enjoy. You never see chicks rubbing their hands all over my face, do you?

[deism]

[ a quiet exhale, like a fine, and he moves his hand down to dean's mighty impala in his non-existent pants ]

[hetero]

[ Grabs onto his wrist. ]

Woah, woah, I didn't say you had to.

[deism]

Then be specific.

[ kinda rolling away now and sitting stiffly at more of a distance ]

[hetero]

[ He frowns and wants to move closer again, half because it's cold and half because it felt nice, but he doesn't. ]

What's your problem?

[deism]

I have many problems, Dean.

You are one of them.

[hetero]

Apparently. Wanna tell me why, exactly?

[deism]

Are you comfortable?

[hetero]

I was comfortable until you got all pissy and moved. [ It is all Cas' fault yes. ]

[deism]

I am not pissy.

[hetero]

Oh, you're so pissy. And I know pissy. I'm around Sam every day.

But unlike Sam, you're not even telling me why.

[deism]

Sam is... more gassy than pissy.

[ but touching the side of his own face for a moment before shifting away, leaning his elbow against the side ]

[hetero]

Can't argue there. [ He hesitates before scooting closer, making sure to keep the blanket decently wrapped around him. ]

C'mon, what'd I do?