grouphugs | [MEME] time to stay warm

( sara decides to ignore any unspoken hesitancy between them and closes that tiny gap of space between them, pulling her knees in towards her chest and leaning in towards nate; she doesn't have the time for anything like awkwardness when she's freezing her ass off and she can feel her teeth chatter unwillingly when she clenches her jaw a little tighter. )

That's reassuring, ( she says dryly, but it comes out a little softer than intended which probably negates the sarcasm. regardless, she takes the mug and just holds it for a moment, eyes fluttering shut like she's trying to absorb every single particle of heat that emanates from the coffee. after a sip and a sigh, it's returned to nate so sara can tug the blankets a little tighter around herself, even if they're already pulled up to her chin. )

Makes me wanna bust into Rip's not-so-secret liquor cabinet. Bet that'd warm us up really fast.

[Leave it to Sara to be ever the pragmatist and take matters in her own hands. It's one of the many reasons why he's glad she is the de facto leader of their little ragtag gang of time travellers. Another being, to his surprise, the fact that she looks absolutely adorable curled up into herself with a blanket wrapped around her as tight as can be. Of course, Nate doesn't have a death wish, so that particular thought is just going to remain locked tight in his head.

He drains the cup once she hands it back and leaves it haphazardly beside him before taking full advantage of two free hands to curl up closer to her and enveloping her in a loose embrace, blankets and all. He sighs, shutting his eyes and just tries to picture being warm.

He imagines summer days, Tahiti, anything really other than the bitter cold that reminds him of his childhood spent living in a rickety old house with single pane windows. His brain sputters to a stop when she suggests breaking in to Rip's liquor cabinet and getting drunk. It's the best idea Nate's heard today and he has to force himself not to smile stupidly at her in response.

It's hard to keep the way she lifts his spirits out of his voice though...]

Surprised you haven't already. What's your poison of choice, hmm?

Dunno if I have one. Whatever's there is fine. ( said with an idle shrug, which does its part to cover how she shifts to settle into his embrace a little more comfortably.

sara might not see that stupidly giddy smile of his, but she sure as hell hears it, can practically feel it. with a short shake of her head, her eyes fluttering closed and her mind trying to think about anything other than the toes that she definitely can't feel even through two layers of knit socks and combat boots, she comments idly, ) Thought about suggesting that you steel up to see if it'd help any, but cuddling up with a freezing hunk of metal sounded pretty terrible. ( selfish, selfish. oh well. sara's been acting pretty selfless lately now that she's the ship's captain, so she'll accept this one solitary lapse.

with a thoughtful hum, she asks, maybe rhetorically, ) You're really gonna make me get up and get that booze, aren't you?

Beggars can't be choosers, huh? [ He might not be saying anything about it, but he's definitely noticed that she seems to be getting comfortable against him. ]

It doesn't feel any different to me, but yeah I mean if you wanted to snuggle with cold metal, there's no shortage around.[To make his point he waves his hand in the general direction of the door.

But this? Curling up with Sara isn't so terrible at all. He could certainly stand for it to be warmer, but still. Nate remains silent for a few minutes, tightens his arms around her, hands rubbing up and down her arms as he thinks about getting up and facing the cold. He shivers and sighs.

With a shake of the head and a smile, he finally replies.] Mm I'm feeling pretty cozy right now. Give me a compelling reason to get up and grab it?

( good thing nate's learning a little bit of restraint with that mouth of his — if any of that happened to slip out, sara'd be showing off some of the league of assassins' finest methods of torture. saying the word "snuggle" when he's the one whose hands are making a valiant attempt at warming her up through friction or something like that is already getting him one step closer to that fate, to be honest.

but, you know. he can smile away, ask him silly question. at the end of the day, there is no way that sara lance is going to be getting up from what she's now claimed as her own personal spot. )

Captain's orders, Heywood.

( and don't mind how smug she both looks and sounds about it. )

[ he knows he's tempting fate by being more forward than usual. nate's seen sara in action often enough that there's little doubt left in his mind that she could and would kill him with just her pinky finger if he stepped out of line. it's why he's not completely surprised that she's pulled out what he likes to call her 'captain voice'.

doesn't mean he can't grumble a little bit as he reluctantly slips away from her and the relative warmth of the blankets. ]

Aye aye, Captain.

[ a salute and he's off to rummage through the liquor cabinet. he grabs a dark bottle, label faded and slowly but surely coming unglued at the edges. he pulls the cap off and gives it an experimental sniff. confident that it doesn't smell off, he takes a healthy slug... and promptly coughs.

he makes his way back, offering the bottle to sara before reclaiming his spot beside her and wrapping himself back under the covers. ]

Strong enough to put hair on your chest.

[MEME] time to stay warm

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