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Drabble Prompt 13: Imagine your OTP climbing into bed together and Person A complaining about how cold Person B's feet are. Person B then proceeds to rub them on Person A, much to their dismay. (They don't climb in together I hope that's OK lol)

Cold Feet. (as submitted by tumblr user/ffnet author NekoEiko)

The noise was soft, but unmistakable. Someone or something was lurking outside of the house. Noel's instincts found the mute button and the hunter froze in his sprawled position on the sofa. Nothing would get past him this late at night. Not even Hope's slight snoring down the hall. Big blue eyes were glued to the television, where a woman twirled in her dress showing off just how shapely those sheer leggings made her look. But his ears were outside. That long lost but oh so familiar feeling of adrenaline surged.

Then it happened again. Twice was more than enough for Noel. He slid off the couch and silently crawled towards the windows and peered outside. Nothing, but the noise was still there. The rustling of bushes put him into action and he slide his hand under the love seat near the windows only to bring it back out sword in hand.

He made for the door without a sound. No shoes, no socks, not even a shirt; just a pair of pajama pants that had Christmas trees on them. That would prove to be mistake as the hunter walked across the frigid front yard, frozen grass folding under his feet. As he reached the edge of the house the noise was louder. Whatever it was, it was around the corner.

Without warning, a small furry animal sprung from the bushes. Noel's instincts caused him to give chase until the clever creature slipped through a hole under the privacy fence. The hunter had been foiled.

He pouted slightly as he walked back into the house, tossing his sword onto the sofa and making straight for the bedroom, not even shutting off the television.

The covers were pulled away on his side and slowly he slid in. The second he was completely under he knew Hope's side would be even warmer. A few cuddles would warm him up, easy. As his icy arms slid around his partners waist his feet overlapped Hope's.

For a few seconds, it was maddening chaos. Arms flew, bodies thrashed and Hope reached over to turn on his lamp so fast, it almost fell off the bedside table.

"Noel?! What are you doing? You're freezing!"

The hunter smirked, "I know, that's why I'm snuggling up."

As he reached to pull Hope in close again, the director found his pillow and used it as a shield, pushing Noel back. "No! Don't touch me. Go take a hot shower or something."

"Oh come on don't be like that. I need you," he cooed as he tried to pull the pillow away and reach for his favorite source of warmth.

Hope chuckled, "N-no. I'm serious. Just… Go put a shirt on at least!"

The more Noel pushed forward the more Hope pushed back. Their only barrier was the pillow. That was until Noel reached his foot around and pressed it against the director's arms and legs. "Noel I'm not kidding, you're gonna get it," he said in a warning tone.

With one hefty push Noel was forced back. Hoping his elbow would catch him he put it out behind him. Sadly, it overshot the edge of the bed and the rest of his weight was enough to send him tumbling down onto the floor.

The Director muffled his sudden laughs the best he could but a few escaped forcibly from his lips, "Ohoho… Oh I told you! You were gonna get it," he said teasingly.

From the floor, Noel took the opportunity to dramatize, "Ow! Hope… Hope I'm broken. I broke something. Ooohh."

Hope crawled to the edge of the bed and looked over to see Noel laying flat on the floor with his hands neatly folding on his stomach. Apparently the hunter didn't expect anyone to actually check on him. At least that's what his wide eyed look said. The Director smirked, "Oh I think you'll live."

"So this is the thanks I get for going outside and running off monsters?"

Sarcastic disbelief painted Hopes face, "Monsters? Really?"

"Maybe… it was dark," Noel said as he watched Hope disappear from view to go back to bed. "Wait, I need your help! Help me up."

"Must have been some kind of monster to make you such a whiner."

"You told me you loved me, Hope."

"I do," he said laughing, "That's why you can still come to bed. Under the condition that you put some socks on!"

"Oh fine. The things I have to do for affection around here."

Hope laid his head on his pillow and turned off his light, "It's just terrible isn't it?"