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[hisbikeahorse]

*Tonight in camp, all is quiet, the world blanketed in soft white snow under the stars. You turn over in your bed, shifting to a more comfortable position under the blankets and

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[mind_over_metal]

*OH GOD THE WARMTH GIVE IT TO ME DDDD:

this is more along the lines of burrowing under than snuggling*

[mind_over_metal]

Get a lot of them, do you?

[godwinner]

Not really, all things considered.

[mind_over_metal]

I feel quite special now.

[godwinner]

[ looks pretty unimpressed; you say that like he's not also wrapped around you hardcore right now. ]

[mind_over_metal]

Yes, well, I won't let it go to my head, I'm sure you tell that to all of the girls.

*still glancing around at the hammock, running his fingers over the heated surface*

How much of your conscious attention does this take?

[godwinner]

[ watching his fingers, conscious of the shape of ribs under his own ]

How should I quantify it? Take a look, if you're curious.

[mind_over_metal]

*raises an eyebrow before wiggling his arms free so that he can raise both hands to Erik's temples and look*

[godwinner]

[ it's not quite as unconscious as breathing, but it's not raising a submarine, either. perhaps it's more akin to holding one's breath repeatedly -- easy enough to do, but requiring constant awareness, though it is (only just) possible for him to maintain it in sleep in a way he wouldn't be able to hold his breath. ]

[mind_over_metal]

...amazing.

[godwinner]

Your idea.

[ his eyelids are heavy from Charles touching his face but he's still looking at him ]

[mind_over_metal]

It was, wasn't it! Still, your implementation, and being able to actually see how it works...

*he's drawn back his mind and opened his eyes, but his hands stay where they are*

[godwinner]

Well, I wasn't demurring.

[mind_over_metal]

I know.

[godwinner]

[ smirking slightly as he turns his neck enough to brush his lips over the inside of Charles's wrist ]

[mind_over_metal]

*his expression pleased and considering*

Hmm...