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Body heat/ Sharing-one-bed meme
C'mon. [ He urges, taking her by the wrist and leading her in. Their boots drag in sleet and ice over the worn, wooden floor. Apologies to whomever may actually own this cabin, but it's either breaking-and-entering or they freeze. The Dominion will pay them reparations for housing two of Class Zero, if they're lucky. ] This'll have to do until the COMMs work again.
[ Releasing her wrist, he turns around and forces the door closed against the howling wind, grunting as one final push shuts it completely. Shelter is 'step one' when regaining one's bearings. Step two is fire... Of which they have little to burn with their magic.
He frowns, and it seems that he attempts to reel in some of his frustration as he regards her. She is not the one with whom he is cross. If only he had prepared better, if only he were stronger with his fire magics, if only Rubrum had crystal-damned better communication devices-- they wouldn't be in this predicament. ] ...You alright, Rem?
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Once led in by him, she takes a few deep breaths. It was still uncomfortably cold inside, but beggars certainly can’t be choosers. She takes a step back once Machina releases her wrist. There’s nothing she can do to help with the door, so she glances around. It was… well, small. There wasn’t much of anything that could be useful. Except wait, there is a bed–
Upon his question, Rem quickly turns her attention back at Machina. His frustration was obvious (he’s never been one to hide his feelings, after all) so she forces a smile. The COMMs aren't working and they're stuck in this terrible weather condition... she has to reassure him. Thankfully she wasn’t showing symptoms. ]
I’m fine, but what about you, Machina? [ She holds onto herself though, as the chill can't be ignored. ] You helped drag me through that blizzard, you’ve got to be exhausted.
[ She knows she slowed him down. ]
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I'm fine. [ The tone is firmer than he intended for it to be, coming out between a frown that only grows more concerned. Internally, he curses himself-- he should speak kinder to Rem when they're here, doesn't he know better?-- but instead of apologizing, he moves onto what's more imperative to address. ]
--But this freezing cold isn't. [ He's already undoing the tie of his uniform's cape, and when he moves past her, he drapes it over her shoulders. Machina continues towards the other end of the cabin, opening the closet and cabinets for anything they can use for warmth. There's a blanket and pillow, but only one of each. He tosses it on the bed, not at all gently. Damn this cabin, what idiot hunter stocks it with the bare minimum?!
From what he remembers of their survival classes... ] We have to huddle together. Conserve body heat.
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The added warmth of his cape around her shoulders isn’t much, but the gesture alone helps her feel more at ease. Still, she can’t just let him get even more cold. ]
Machina, I can’t – [ Can’t ‘accept’ this, she’s about to say, as she slowly places a hand atop the cape to remove it. She stops herself as she watches him open the cabinets and closet. Rem tries to take a peek from behind him and she’s just as disappointed as he is that there’s so little inside it. They were lucky to stumble upon this place, but truly unlucky at the same time.
Part of her wants to tell him to take the blanket for himself. But, logically, she knows he’s right that they need to get close to one another for some body heat. That was a basic part of their training, after all, and it would be stupid to argue. ]
Yeah, that’s one thing we can do. [ Rem says with a nod, as she steps toward the bed. Moving the blanket and pillow a tad out of the way, she seats herself on the edge of it. Her legs are tightly pressed together (a time when a skirt is anything but convenient) and she slowly takes off the cape he’d given her, holding it out. ] If we’re going to huddle, then take this back. You need all the extra warmth you can get, too.
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But then, with his hand still upon the fabric, his eyes move beyond her shoulder to the bed. The single bed. The bed in which they must both huddle against each other with.
He appears hesitate, and that firmness in his voice that had been there just a moment ago causes his words to waver. ] Uh. So...
Let's... lie down.
[ Noticeably, he doesn't look at her when he suggests this. ]
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Her eyes curiously flicker at him. His hesitance, sudden form of bashfulness, and eyes averting hers – it gives her pause. Hmm. Rem’s not necessarily thinking about the, well… implications of getting on a bed together, much less lying down together. This is about survival, after all.
Still, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little embarrassed. Maybe Machina doesn’t want to lay down, but is trying to make her feel better… faster? Maybe? Her mind can’t help but go to matters of their well-being, instead of feelings. ]
We could, but we don’t have to. [ She leans forward a tad, as if that’ll make him look back over at her. ] We could sit close by each other, if you’d rather do that.
[ That wouldn't be as useful. She’s... just somehow got herself thinking he’d rather not lay next to her. ]
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Sharing their heat is maximize their chance for survival. That is all. That should be all.
Banishing other misgivings with a shake of his head, he turns to back to look at her. Cast in lazy shadows of the cabin, she looks frigid. He frowns. ] I’d rather the both of us not be frostbitten.
[ Even if he’s said it, he…. doesn’t know exactly how to proceed from here, aside from mentally swallowing his hesitation and taking charge. ] …Here. [ Machina drapes his cloak over both of their shoulders. There, a start. ]
It’ll be warmer when we bring the cover over us, too.
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Yes, somehow, she feels like her suggestion made the atmosphere change. It’s subtle, but Machina seemed… discomforted. She would’ve thought he would be agreeable or take no issue to it, but was he dismayed?
Her shivering only got worse. She would be much better at handling this if only it wasn’t for her cursed illness. A slight breath of relief leaves her as the added warmth of Machina’s cloak is put on them both.
Though she makes a soft sound of agreement, she has to wonder, will a blanket be enough? His words echo in her mind – ‘I’d rather the both of us not be frostbitten.’ ]
Would it be… [ She pauses, trying to make her voice not sound so wavered from the cold. ] Would it be smarter to lay together? I – [ Her teeth chatter briefly, as her eyes settle over at him. ] – I want us both to be as warm as possible.
[ Machina shouldn’t suffer from her hesitance. ]
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Me, too. [ He replies, and after a pause, he reaches for her hand. With his palm cupping over her fingers, he brings their joined hands to he space between where they sit, and he then shifts, partly turning towards her to look at her. He wants her to know that he's serious about helping her-- and more than that, for how they are about to huddle, her comfort matters to him. How she feels about lying next to him-- he can only hope she'll feel safe.
When he speaks, his words form a cloud at his lips. ] You can hold onto me, okay? Something like an embrace would be... best.
[ He scoots further onto the bed, and when she's ready, he lies on his side facing her, bringing the extra cover and his red cape over both of their bodies. ]
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Still with quivers, she focuses on Machina as he situates himself onto the bed. There’s no reluctance on his part, he’s resolved to ensure her comfort. There will be no more hesitance from her either. ] Mm-hm. [ Is all she can respond with. As soon as he lies on his side, Rem starts to position onto her spot on the bed. She does so painfully slow since her legs feel so frozen but she eventually makes it completely beside him.
Upon lying onto her side, facing him as he faces her, she edges as close as she can to him. One arm weakly around around him, to his back. There’s not much she can do with her other arm, it being against the bed, but she moves it so that she can grip onto the upper front of his uniform with that hand.
The blanket and cape covering them was a huge help – naturally – but more than those, it was Machina being so close to her that was helping the most. Her face had been tilted toward his chest, but she lifts her head to actually look at him. ]
Hold… [ A breath in, then out. ] Hold onto me too. [ This isn't just about her. He needs to make sure he’s as warm as possible. ]
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With her hand at his uniform and the two of them alongside eachother, it doesn't make much for personal space. The bed is narrow but suitable for their combined weight. All that aside, at the forefront of his mind is her.
He's not sure if it's the soft, snow-touched lighting that filters in through the paned window, or if it's the way she says hold onto me too, but in this moment, her features have him speechless. When has he ever been this close to notice that the color of her eyes aren't a plain crimson, but shine like rubies? Or how the curve of her cheeks so gently accent that of her lips? Is this how she looks before she falls asleep or right after she wakes? She's beautiful to him, and he has to stop his other hand from reach up to caress the side of her face.
His heart quickens within his chest, feeling much warmer all of a sudden. When he speaks, he's noticeably evening his tone. ] Is this okay? Or...
[ Or does she need to be closer. ]
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His stare at the various features of her face does not go unnoticed, but she doesn’t think too much about it. She’s trying to gauge how he’s feeling right now – his lips just look cold and dry, but thankfully, he appears to be managing well overall. ]
That’s better, but –
[ No, is he managing okay, or is he putting on a strong front for her? That evening of his voice makes her question his health. The closer she can get to him, the warmer he’ll feel. And besides, she can’t help but fear she won’t be able to be near him like this again. If she starts getting worse, will she get another chance to be so close to him? It hurts to think about.
So she finds more strength within herself to push further next to him, forcing her knees between him, and with a slight bend, settling her thigh between his legs. Her pelvis practically pushes against him, as she presses him toward her with the arm around his back. Her eyes flutter downward. ]
Is... this okay...?
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Oh crystals, her legs. Her thigh between his. Her hips. Machina's hand around her back tenses against the fabric of her uniform as he suddenly feels a different kind of warmth within him, and both heat and blood begin to pool lower on his body, finishing with a distinct throb deep in by groin. At her thigh between his, he makes a noise, quick and pitched, as if an inhale had turned into some sort of choke, not unlike being dealt a heavy blow to the abdomen in battle. ]
It's--...
[ He knows this feeling. Solider or not, he's human-- still growing, in fact. There have been nights in which his body has been lonely and left with only the company of his mind and hand and a need he'd need to sate. There have been nights when he's thought of her, just like this, so close that he'd be able to touch her, feel her, and hear her say his name.
This is not the time for that. Natural or not, he can't-- he can't lose himself to something so... juvenile. What would she think if he became aroused while they're simply trying to not freeze to death? The hopeless, helpless part of him is screaming for him to pull away. Frostbite is better than the embarrassment he's going to endure after this. The selfish part of him wants to stay. He can't help but shift his hips somewhat away from hers, as if in a precaution, but this in turn causes his upper thigh to press between her own.
He's not hard, not completely. But... he's getting there, and he's hoping she doesn't move again. His voice is strained. Just think, Machina, of something other than Rem. Think of battle. Think of surviving. Not this, anything but this. ] I should be asking you that.
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His pause, as well as his abrupt noise (which she couldn't help but fear was pain), cause her eyes to wander upward again. At him. Her puffs of air continue to hit against him, the pace of her breathing briefly faster from her concern. He appears to be feeling the same – no worse, at least – so…
Something has undeniably changed, however. His shift in position makes her heart skip a beat. Is he going to move away from her? Thankfully her fears left upon the contact of his upper thigh sliding between hers. Unfortunately for Machina, she takes this as a sign that he perhaps would rather her try to continue closing the distance between them.
She pushes her lower half further toward him, her thighs squeezing the thigh between them (she... should probably be more conscious of him potentially feeling against her underwear). Her grip on his back grows stronger as well, since she wants, needs, him to get closer overall. ]
Of course it’s okay. [ He’s always so considerate. That makes her smile, but only briefly. There was still an inner chill, leaving her with shallow breathing. That cold feeling wasn’t completely going away, but there was the heat from Machina keeping her afloat.
There was no way she could even consider removing herself from him right now. Part of her is a bit tempted to do, for mere seconds at most, once she feels… something. Something different that she hadn’t felt moments before, but it doesn’t register what it is. It doesn’t necessarily feel hard, but she couldn’t deny there was something. It could be her imagination. ]
...Machina? How are you feeling? [ A deep breath. ] I’m… doing a lot better, thanks to you.
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By the way either of their legs are between the other's, their positions have only become more compromised. Rationally, he knows that between the fabric of his pants and her undergarment, he shouldn't be able to feel anything, well, private about her; unfortunately, simply the mental picture of his leg between hers, and feeling how her muscles squeeze against his thigh, has another unwarranted throb descend below his navel. He feels himself shudder from it even though he's anything but cold, and blood rushes south in such a sudden, violent (and pleasurable) way, that his hand moves from her back to grip at her upper arm. Unwittingly, his hips rock forward. Partly to restrain himself, partly out of embarrassment, and partly out of shame, he tips his head down against her shoulder. Machina's lips part to release a soft, heated breath, misting against her ear and carrying a desperate, confused prayer of her name. But for what he pleads-- whether for pause or something else-- he does not clarify.
She's asking how he feels, and to is horror there's no denying it. All he can say is this: ] ...Just... Just ignore it.
[ For survival, this is for survival. He won't do anything, this is natural.
Undoubtedly, she'll feel it now: a telling tent of his pants against her hips, and whenever she moves again, she'll be able to trace the shape of something hard and thick and bulging against her leg. Try as he might to quell this heat, he can't deny that this-- her body against his, the way she feels just barely pressing against him-- this feels good, which is a bad thing. It's going to be difficult to attempt to steer all of his thoughts and control to something other than the attention between his legs. ]
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The dangers of their situation at present control her thoughts, and as such, she doesn’t understand Machina’s actions, involuntary or otherwise. His shudder – from a sudden rush of a powerful chill? The sudden, forceful forward push of his hips – was he in pain somewhere? The touch of his hand on her arm compels her to grip harder on his back, but her fingers loosen at the breath which hits against her.
Her name – he just said her name… in a troubled manner. ]
Machina…? What...
[ She lets out, in a perplexed whisper. ‘Ignore it’? Ignore his… his movements? What else could he mean? Should she do something, is that why he spoke her name? Her temperature has been steadily rising, and to chase that feeling, she instinctively goes to tightly squeeze his thigh between her own – and she does, but there’s something making contact with her leg. Unlike before, she can definitely trace the hardness, but due to her lack of understanding, she shifts her hips further toward Machina, to naively try and get a better feel of what it is.
...Oh. Oh. Is that… what she thinks it is? His erection is what’s against her, and her movement only made that bulge closer, specifically near the highest area between her legs. Rem no longer makes any more movements, stuck in a position in which he’s all too well pressing against her, her muscles unintentionally tightening. ]
Machina… [ That’s all she can voice right now, quietly but with weight to it. What should she do? She – she’s not exactly bothered by the feel. It’s just unexpected, and puzzling given their circumstances. He told her to ignore it, but is that possible, she’s truly so confused. She slowly opens her mouth, not sure what to actually say. ] Are – Are you warm enough?
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Y-yeah... I'm warm. [ His admittance comes strained, and it's followed with a derisive, short bark of a laugh. This is happening, he's actually gotten a boner in front of his childhood friend, and she's only asking if he's warm. Of course he is. Machina's always known his luck has been terrible, but this is on an entirely other level. How is he going to face her when they've regrouped with the others, when they see each other in class, sitting across the aisle? ]
Don't worry. [ Not that he knows if she is or isn't, but it feels right to reassure her. ] I won't... do anything.
[ He'll just have to wrestle with himself and wait. (--Another thought that earns a low exhale through his nose. He's in it for the long haul. It's not as if he's only ever imagined lying in bed with her like this before, no ma'am.) ]
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Her frown deepens at his discomforted response. Yeah, trying to ignore this is not going to help him or her, is it. Think, what can make this all less uncomfortable– ]
I… know. [ Trust is not an issue, not in the slightest, and her tone is firm. She harshly inhales, then just as strongly exhales. ] But you’re not fine like this.
[ Who knows how long they need to stay here, could he really remain like this? Not with her body teasing him like this. Should she move…? There’s not much room on this bed to begin with, and she can’t get off of it, she’d freeze.
As she racks her brain over everything, she decides she wants to properly look at him. She shifts upward to push at his shoulder to move his face away – in doing so, her thigh ends up rubbing his hardness, the source of his problems. She feels a strong shiver of sorts, but her expression keeps collected. ]
Are you hurting…? [ She gulps. ] Be honest.
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Ha--
[ --And that. That's it, a small sound from him, part grimace, part inhale, followed by a quick and short breath-- a pant-- when her thigh makes further contact with his arousal. All at once, he feels a stronger, more powerful throb between his legs, as well as the powerful, controlling want for that continued pressure, that movement, that pseduo-stroke. Unable to stop himself from chasing that warmth, his hips inadvertently roll against her thigh in response, shifting up her skirt. His arm, around her, lowers from her shoulders to the small of her back, palm splayed tightly against her uniform. It's purely instinctual, as is the feeling it provokes. His shoulders tremble. Dammit. Dammit. Immediately, he tries to create some distance between their hips, even if separation goes against what his body wants. He can't move again.
Having pulled back to see his face, she'll be able to watch how his expression, flushed, shifts from the heat she causes, his eyes fluttering closed, his lips parted for that breath, and when his eyes open again, how they've darkened with a dazed, instinctual look to them. He does look pained, if only from how strained he is, but it's a burden he promises himself he will endure, for her sake.
Rem shouldn't have an experience like this, being in bed with someone--... so weak to something like this as he is. ]
It-- it... does... [ Be honest, she says. It hurts because he's throbbing, because an arousal aches and demands both attention and release. Machina swallows. He can't tell her that. He also can't tell her that, shamefully, every movement she brings is damn good; that, if given the chance, he'd want to give everything he's feeling back to her. ] But don't worry. This storm-- it'll be over. Then we can...
[ Go.
...
He doesn't want to go. ]
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She bites back a surprised gasp at the movement of his hips briefly feeling against her. It catches her off guard, even if their hips have been in close contact, because this time, his erection very nearly touched her underwear. Her inner thighs are one thing, but that particular area… it makes her heart skip a beat, yet not in a bad way. Surprise, confusion, what is it...?
No, never mind any complex emotions (their situation makes this all rather complicated), she just knows that warmth was welcoming, and she can’t help but be disappointed by his shift away. But that’s so selfish of her. Her comfort should be, is, irrelevant right now – looking at Machina drives that point home.
His voiced admission is appreciated, but of course, he didn’t need to say it. His entire body is practically screaming it aloud – his reddened face, his exerted breaths, those trembles, that look in his eyes she’s never quite seen before. Her own eyes flutter with uncertainty. ]
You shouldn’t… you can’t be in pain like this. [ Her own breathing is heavy, as it has been, but stress from worry makes it stronger. ] Yeah, this storm could be almost done, but it could also not be. So, I…
[ I don’t want you to be in pain, she thinks. It doesn’t matter if it’s for only seconds more, Machina hurting at all is wrong. Her hand which had been settled on his shoulder, slowly gravitates to his cheek, gently landing on it. His flush has certainly made it not feel as cold as she feared it might be. She (weakly) attempts to push herself closer to him, to close that distance he’d made. ]
If – If I can do anything, I want to make you feel better. If I can, Machina, then I’ll...
[ Her words are hopelessly simple, genuine, though there is tension in her voice. Tenseness from how she’s painfully aware that her presence alone is the cause of his problem. But she can't leave, or realistically, move from here. They're simply stuck, in more ways than one. ]
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She deserves more than to be part of his fantasies, more than this. Touching her, kissing her shouldn't be done in some cabin where they are just trying to survive the cold. She deserves better than some horny teenager trapped with her, than this circumstance, than a weakling like him who was unable to properly escort her back before the blizzard trapped them both.
His self-deprecation does noting to cool the heat peaking between his legs, because she's only grown closer. It causes his back to seize up with a twining heat, and his hips lock in place against hers. He lets out a short breath as he feels just the barest of pressure from the crux of her legs against the tip of his arousal, sensitive and hot and practically quivering against her. If she keeps this up, if she keeps on moving against him--
Machina's hand moves from her back to her hip, and his voice lowers. ] Don't...
Don't say things like that. [ There's a undercurrent to his tone, husky as he looks at her, his eyes flitting down to her lips, then meeting her gaze. Normally she's the one who teases him, but in this moment she's so innocent, it hurts. She doesn't know what her words alone are doing to him. ] It's dangerous.
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