You walk towards your house, humming softly with your arm around her waist. You can feel her shivering even through her tacky, bright-blue bubble coat. Anyone else would worry, but you've been with her long enough to know she felt like ice with a fever, it's no wonder she's cold now. With your hive in view, she wriggles out of your arm and run-skips the rest of the way herself and waits patiently by the door.
You run to catch up with her, your breath forms tiny white clouds as you fumble with your keys. She doesn't say anything but smiles, hugging herself for warmth. You try your hardest not to pity her, because everyone knows that's not what your quadrant is for, but also because you know she'll be laughing at you a few perigrees from now. When it's hot out and all you can do is sit in front of a shitty fan and dump water on your head. That aside, being the heiress's girlfriend is a pretty sweet gig. You open the door and she hurries inside, shedding her coat and instantly sits down right in front of the fireplace.
"Come on, light it, my gills are gonna freeze off!" she laughs.
"They're going to burn off if you sit so close." you roll your eyes and plunk down next to her, draping a blanket over the both of you.
She leans into you gratefully, like she's trying to absorb all of your rustblood warmth, and plants a kiss on your cheek. It's jarring when she touches your skin, her cool lips and fingers brush over yours and leave a weird, tingling feeling. You like it. You kiss her back square on the lips and she just holds you tighter. You begin to drift off after a bit, leaning your head on her chest as she sings an ancient song she learned from her lusus. Though it's a little cold, you can't think of anywhere you'd rather be.