Prompt: Cold
Stella had been cold a lot in her life. Foster parents didn't always care if you froze under your too small, threadbare blanket.
That's why one of the first things she did when she got a job was buy a huge, fluffy blanket that just radiated warmth. It was still her favorite thing to have wrapped around her.
Unfortunately, she wasn't heading home and she was stuck in the rain desperately wishing she had her blanket.
"Come here, Stella," Flack said, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, pulling her under his umbrella.
He was still warm, his body strong and comforting against hers. She shivered.
"Get closer," he said, pulling her so close she had no choice but to wrap her arms around his waist, "You're freezing. We need to get you home, get you warm."
She shivered against and burrowed closer, "You're warm…like a giant furnace."
He chuckled, "I may be, but I don't think I can warm you all the way up, sweetheart."
She shivered and this time it wasn't from the rain and looked up at him through rain damp eyelashes, "Maybe you could."
Don's face froze and he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, "Maybe I could."