grouphugs | [MEME] time to stay warm

Looking out the window was my backup plan...for the record.

[ kara and her logic; the dancing flame reveal what passes for a smile, eyebrows raised in defiance. resistance to the cold, yes, but denying how she looks with the comforter drawn towards her chin, attempting to contain the fleeting warmth...a match for oliver’s fortitude has been found. one of her talents.

the candle finds a home on his nightstand; ignore the somewhat guilty look on his face over lacking spare blankets. a need hadn’t risen before this. instead he draws back the edge of the comforter closes to him and slips into bed beside her ] I’ll save my heroics until daylight, then. For you.

[ which, as good as his fire building skills are, burning down the house to give them extra comfort didn’t seem to be an appealing option. his arm slips around kara, pulling her closer, and the sensation of her skin pressing against his is immediate relief ] Staying warm is all about your core. [ fingertips dug lightly into her hip, and yes, he’s telling the truth, but his main reason is just to enjoy this ] Everything else will take care of itself.

Of course it was. [ consider her marginally impressed by his valiant effort to investigate the situation. a good hero checks off all possible boxes, after all, and for all of oliver's self-deprecation, he's a good hero. a vigilante, sure, but the hero star city needs.

kara doesn't need a hero, though. she's not much fond of bonnie tyler, nor of holding out for a cure to her loneliness in the middle of the night. with a smile only barely illuminated by the flickering candle, she stretches her legs out to lay parallel to him, unreasonably warm limbs tangling under the heavy down. ]

I thought staying warm was about making sure you wore a hat.

[ the stubborn lack of acknowledge how frigid the temperature is doesn’t take away from how much warmth kara is radiating; just the brush of her legs is like coming into contact with a heater. pleasantly roasting. candlelight isn’t the best at revealing oliver’s expression but it’s a far too serious one at the moment ]

Kara. [ important business, apparently. his hand is splayed out on her abdomen, calloused fingertips tracing the skin, and he gives a nod against the pillow ] The only time you’re allowed to wear a hat to bed is if it’s the only thing you’re wearing...and even then.

[ that’s not some weird kink on his side, either. maybe a santa hat. though letting the train of his thoughts continue down that path would make things go an entirely different way. ] How can it be in the twenties outside and you feel like you were just sunbathing?

I hadn't meant — not in bed, obviously. [ her tone is chiding, almost exasperated, but there's a brightness in her eyes caught by the light that softens the blow. ] Jeez.

[ his hands are rough around the edges, trailing the beginnings of goosebumps on her bare skin. oliver is cold to the touch, the chilly air pooling over him, but kara's always been warm. she's always run hot; eliza had blamed it on the solar battery functionality of her kryptonian dna. ]

Alien, remember? [ as in, remember how you said you didn't like aliens, oliver queen? ] One of my many talents.

[MEME] time to stay warm

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