Prompt: warmth
Mac was convinced that Eli wasn't completely a man. There was some part somewhere inside him that was secretly a furnace. The man was always hot, his skin always warm. It could be 100 degrees or 20 degrees (okay so that didn't happen much in Neptune, but still) and his body would be warm and toasty. The prefect body to snuggle against.
Since it was actually cold out tonight, 35 degrees, very cold from Neptune and thisclose to actual snow, Mac was freezing. She's slipped out of bed when she remembered that she hadn't made her lunch for the next day. Now, she was sliding back into the bed, cursing the fact that she hadn't put her slippers on and the fact that she had on only shorts and a tank top.
"Cold," she whispered as she pressed against Eli.
He turned to her and pulled her close. He turned her so they were spooning and covered her with his body. He sandwiched her frozen feet between his strong legs and encircled her with his muscled arms. His face pressed against her cheek and his hot breath warmed her lips, "Better, iquerida/i?"
"Getting there," she said, her teeth had stopped chattering, even though her feet still felt like icicles.
His hands drifted down her body to her hips, pulling her more firmly against him, "Maybe I could warm you up faster?"
She smiled and wiggled her body against his, "Well, body heat is the best way to get warm. We should really get out of these clothes, though."
Eli's hands were already pushing her tank top up, "Way ahead of you, babe, way ahead of you."