We're stranded because of the snow and we have to share body heat' au
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"Absolutely not! Find your own blanket!"
Winter clutched at the blanket around her shoulders, stubbornly holding it over her frame when Qrow nudged her. The little tugs at the corner eventually turned into Qrow shoving her onto her side.
"There aren't anymore, you blanket hog." Qrow retorted, successfully prying the blanket from her fingers.
"This cottage has no central heating and it's too cold to go outside. What exactly do you propose we do?" Winter demanded, shoving herself up to a crouched position.
Her hand inched towards the edge of the blanket but Qrow pulled it back, tucking it into his lap.
"I don't know, Ice Queen, I thought you'd be used to this kind of weather. Figured the snow wouldn't bother your cold heart-"
She hit him across the head with the throw pillow, glaring.
"I don't intend to spend my last moments hypothermic so I suggest you stop monopolizing the blanket and move over so we can share." She instructed.
"If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked."
"Excuse-"
"Shut up and get under the blanket." Qrow interrupted, lifting his arm and a portion of the blanket.
Winter hesitated, torn between arguing and shoving herself into the open spot. She huffed and settled beside him.
"Damn, you really are cold." Qrow hissed, shifting slightly so her bare arms were not in contact with him.
"If that is another joke I swear-"
"It's not. You're freezing." He shifted again so that his thigh was pressed firm against hers, his warmth radiating pleasantly through her.
Qrow was incredibly warm. She supposed that was due to his semblance. He was essentially a personal heater.
"Don't move." She requested, lifting her hands to press against his shoulder.
He hissed and jerked away, swatting at her hands.
"What is wrong with you?" He demanded.
"I'm freezing and you are the closest thing there is to a heater." She explained, reaching forward once more.
She felt a twinge of satisfaction when her icy fingers brushed over his bare neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"You're playing with fire, you know." He warned, recoiling from her cold touch.
She almost laughed, she felt it bubbling at the back of her throat, but she swallowed it and settled for a smile instead. Winter could have sworn he looked almost startled at the sight of it.
"We should get some sleep. We'll have to be up early to beat the storm tomorrow." He said, clearing his throat after he spoke.
He leaned back against the cushion, eyes closing.
In a moment of utmost confidence and what she would later claim as delusion from the cold, she rested her head against his shoulder.
Her eyes closed and she felt him move, neck craning to look down at her. She didn't dare open her eyes or bother to respond.
"This definitely qualifies as cuddling."
"Be quiet."