wotanon | dreampost: even more after dark edition (III)

[He's no less awkward, himself, in plain green boxer-briefs that hug him tighter even than the pants did - is extremely aware of the coloring on her briefs, and exactly how little that wet white camisole hides. He flushes harder, glancing away so she can't see it and stepping in nearer to the fire instead of coming to share the blanket right away.]

Right? RIP us, we'd be hearing about it for like a year and a half at least.

The worst part about being a ghost is how you can't escape being cracked on. So--gotta make a couple sacrifices.

[Pauses, doing her best to keep her eyes trained on the fire, for as helpful as that is with him standing in front of it, the lines and the curves of his legs and back, the expanse of freckles only broken by the tiny shorts.

...Probably any extra color to her cheeks is easily attributed to the firelight, obviously,]

You...warming up some?

Figure I gotta be like ten degrees colder than you. If I hop in right now, you really are gonna freeze solid.

Hey, don't underestimate me. The room's way colder than 10 degrees less than I am. I can take it.

Yeah, but the room ain't gonna be sitting all up next to you.

[He hesitates a beat]

...you sure it's cool? I don't mind waiting a few.

It being cool's the whole problem. C'mon.

[Shifts, raising the right side of the blanket so he can enter]

[Hesitates again, just a second longer, before he tucks himself under the blanket next to her]

Thanks, dude.

[....sorry, he is in fact very cold]

[She knew this would be the case since it is always the case, but tenses anyway as she wraps the blanket over his shoulder and back over her own to burrito them in, skin all goosepimples against his]

Phew, you weren't kidding...

Sorry, dude.

[This close, she can feel him shivering]

I'll let you do take backsies if you wanna, just this once.

As if you could stop me from take-backsies if I wanted to.

[Pulls him closer anyway, body to body, and looping her arm around his back to rub over his arm. She tends to run hot anyway, so it should even out eventually...right?]

[With any luck. He can't quite keep himself from leaning in, both for the heat and the contact]

Yeah, well, fingers crossed the fire pulls my weight for me.

What happened to a burning will? Shouldn't that be able to do the job?

[Toastyland is still some miles away, but it's at least a little better, probably. She is warm where they touch despite the damp fabric against him, and perhaps he can catch her pulse, if he concentrates]

[She can't catch his, and he's glad for it; if he had one, it would be going about a hundred miles a minute]

How bout I think warm thoughts, see if that helps any.