This prompt was flagged up for a Nonnatun to take care of, by Doctor-Shelagh(Tumblr)

"Person A has really cold hands. All the time. Their hands are never, ever warm at all and this annoys them to no end. They have a tendency to stick their hands down the backs of people's shirts, because backs are warm.

Person B has really warm hands, and will often stick their hands under cold water because they hate their warm hands.

This eventually leads to OTP holding hands, which warms up Person A and cools down Person B. They literally balance each other out."


Shelagh turned and tossed slightly as she began to emerge from her deep sleep. But something was stopped her from moving much further.

Patrick cuddled her to his chest, and had slid his arms across her sides, grazing them up underneath her pyjama top slowly to warm his hands up but also to avoid waking her up and putting off the awaiting instruction to move because he was making her cold.

"Patrick! Would you stop it! You're really cold!" Shelagh tried to pull her husbands cold hands away from her back, but had little luck as he tightened them teasingly.

"I'm only trying to warm them up" He moaned lightly and nuzzled her neck and chin once again, keeping her distracted. Yet the chills that were going down her spine, as he tiptoed his fingers along it, told her that she was not going to forget what was happening.

Suddenly, she grabbed his arms and held them together whilst she lifted herself and straddled him. His eyes flashed with amusement as she performed the quick and unexpected movements.

"When I tell you to stop Patrick Turner," She scolded him lightly, "I mean it". Shelagh attempted to hold her serious face but soon dissolved into laughter as his eyes glittered with amusement still.

She quickly pecked him on the nose and let go of his fidgeting hands.

"So how then do you suggest we warm these poor cold hands up then Mrs Turner?" The hands in question starting to make their way over her hips.

Much to their surprise a loud knock rattled the wooden door to the bedroom.

"Dad!" Timothy called from the other side, "Sister Julienne is here to talk to you about the call from yesterday"

Shelagh grinned when Patrick groaned and heavily landed his head back on the pillow, shutting his eyes. Clearly he had forgotten about their early visitor.

When no answer had been given to Timothy, the door knob started to rattle as he cupped it from the other side to open it.

In haste, Shelagh jumped off Patrick, and shimmied underneath the duvet covers next to her him. Knowing that he could be slightly cheeky when his hand was out of view, he quickly grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb gently over the soft skin.

All he saw before Timothy bounded into the room, was the sly glance from his wife and the flash in her eyes which resembled that of when her 'bold side' overtook her natural shyness.