You hadn't expected to get snowed in; hell, it had been your first time even seeing snow, and after the initial shock and Roxy's lighthearted teasing about how fascinated you seemed to be over a few flakes landing on the tip of your nose, you had retreated inside, as per her direction. It was a good thing, too, because the gentle flurries had quickly turned more violent, and your brief moment of interest had vaguely turned to fear, like you had been informed of a new threat.
How did something so pretty turn dangerous so fast?
You didn't wonder long, instead following the commands Rox passed out like candy on Halloween night. This was her element (her house, too), not yours, so you didn't bother interjecting commentary; you just did as you were told (after all, you hadn't had much experience with the cold that now seeped under the doors). She had you pack towels under the windows and exits, lock everything up and light a fire; then the two of you had sat down in front of it, surrounded yourselves in a ridiculous amount of blankets and pillows and stared at the flames.
Quite a bit of time passed that way, and you could feel her shiver ever so often; outside, it was deadly quiet, and you vaguely wondered if anyone would know were you both to perish here. Morbid, you think, and do what any friend would do; you tug her closer, wrap your arms around her form and share your blankets. Hopefully, your wiry form would service as some source of heat, despite the lack of substance. For a while you both simply sat there, your chin resting atop her head, copious comforters abound.
It was soft– uncertain, really– but you could have sworn you heard her ask you something. You move your head off hers to drop it near her ear– a respectful distance away, making sure your skin doesn't touch hers (you've never felt human skin before, and you didn't want that to change in this more sanct scenario– it wasn't right, and you could wait, you were sure of it).
"I couldn't hear you."
She shifts, squirms, almost; you suddenly feel incredibly out of place, and you loosen your arms around the bundle of a human she's become, frowning lightly. There was a prevailing sense of having fucked up the moment, so you let her move until she's comfortable; which happens to mean she does a complete 180 in your lap, turning to face you. Your heads are fairly close now, but you're far from being willing to chicken out; your eyes focus on her dimly-lit face behind ever-present shades.
"I said 'you know what'd make me warmer'?"
She didn't seem terribly offended by whatever you had done before; maybe it was alright to dismiss it? Still, you sensed something was off, though you only responded with a tolerant-sounding hum, indicating that she was free to continue her thought with his attention more concentrated.
"Kisses."
Your initial reaction must have been fairly telling; she was quick to launch into a nerve-wracked explanation, cued by the no-doubt confusion mixed with softened distaste on your features.
"Wait, wait, hear me out, Dirky, listen, it's real cold, right? And kisses– they're like full-on contact, you know? And our faces are chilly, I dunno about you but my cheeks are freezing, so I'm thinking 'how do we warm up our faces without havin' to move too much', and you know, kisses.
–It's just to keep warm, I promise."
There's a strange aftertaste in your mouth left by the rushed defence; it's a stretch, and you know it. She knows it too, by the way she's looking up at you with those pleading eyes; you can see her putting herself out there, way out there, and god damn it all if you just let her reach without getting anything back. You were still frowning, but you pretend to think about it for her sake before leaning in and pressing your mouths together in a chaste kiss.