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spongetastic) wrote2011-06-22 07:07 am
spongetastic) wrote2011-06-22 07:07 am
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Drabble of Summer #5: Ice
“Aren’t you cold?” The question came with a tone of concern. Since Peter had no body temperature, he had to take a guess on what to do with his apartment. Currently the air conditioner was cranked up and fans were blowing.
“No, I’m fine,” Rigby assured him. Her warm, naked body was cuddled up next to his. Thoughtlessly Peter ran a finger over the scars on her neck where his fangs sank in. She shivered a little at his touch.
“I could turn the fans off,” Peter suggested worriedly.
“No, don’t.” Rigby cuddled closer. Peter sighed and tried pulling the bed sheets close to their bodies again. It was difficult, though, with Rigby’s warmth and smell enticing him.
“I suppose,” he said slowly as his fangs came out again, “there are other ways to keep warm.”
“Yes,” Rigby breathed back. “Yes… Please.”
“No, I’m fine,” Rigby assured him. Her warm, naked body was cuddled up next to his. Thoughtlessly Peter ran a finger over the scars on her neck where his fangs sank in. She shivered a little at his touch.
“I could turn the fans off,” Peter suggested worriedly.
“No, don’t.” Rigby cuddled closer. Peter sighed and tried pulling the bed sheets close to their bodies again. It was difficult, though, with Rigby’s warmth and smell enticing him.
“I suppose,” he said slowly as his fangs came out again, “there are other ways to keep warm.”
“Yes,” Rigby breathed back. “Yes… Please.”