Chilly
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000
"Sh... Shit!" Desmond Miles cursed under his breath. The assassin-in-training crossed his arms across his chest, shoving his cold, gloved hands beneath his armpits in an effort to warm them. He hissed out a breath and it condensed before his lips into a cloud. His entire body trembled within his heavy parka. Dark chocolate brown eyes glared at his only companion. "Why did you have to pick the one place that didn't have heating?"
Shaun Hastings glared right back at the other man. "Did you for... forget we had to split up with Lu... Lucy and Buh... Becca? This was the closest safe house for us!" he retorted. The strawberry-blond was sitting, his own cold and glove-clad fingers shoved under his arse for warmth. His face was tinted a bright red from the chill of the room; the tip of the archivist' ears were the same shade. "Da... Damnation, feckin' cold..."
"No shit! Gawd, I can feel my balls shrinking back up into my body," Desmond growled. He began to pace. He couldn't believe that Vidic had managed to track them down again so quickly and their group had to split into pairs. So Lucy and Rebecca were god knows where. And where did Shaun take them? Fucking Minot, North Dakota! IN EARLY WINTER! With. No. Heat.
Shit, they were going to die.
"Wha... Whatever!" the Brit snapped. He jumped up. "I'm going to try and fix the damned heater. Don't touch anything!" He flounced off to the basement.
000
"DESMOND!"
Desmond bodily jerked, the back of his head hitting the bottom of the shelf he was crouched under. He cursed a blue streak and scuttled out. "What the fuck?" he growled. The novice assassin gingerly touched the back of his skull and winced. He looked over at his peeved companion. "What now?"
"Heater's a lost cause," Shaun said caustically. His lips were thinned to the point where they appeared merged into a single straight line. "What were you doing?"
"Searching for a goddamned space heater!"
"Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Find a space heater?"
Desmond glared. "As a matter of fact, yes. I was about to pull it out." Sticking his tongue out at the flustered blond, he stuck his hand into the cupboard he had been rooting through and pulled one out. "And you said not to touch anything," he gloated.
"Shut up."
000
With space heater plugged in, Shaun and Desmond sat in front of it, hugging their knees to their chests and pressing against one another shoulder-to-shoulder. They had shed their parkas and Shaun had found a blanket to lay across their shoulders. The brunet of the duo sighed softly. "When do you think they'll call?" he asked.
"Don't know," Shaun said quietly. "Hopefully before the bloody generator runs out."
"Ha, hopefully." A comfortable silence ensued for a few more moments. "Hey, Shaun?" Desmond queried.
"Yes?"
"Wanna make-out now that we're warm?"
Shaun's lips twitched up into a smile and he wrapped an arm around his lover's waist. "In a minute," he said.
Desmond pressed closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of the other's man's shoulder. "Maybe we'll even have sex. You know, to share body heat and stuff."
"You and your stuff..."
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