"Maybe turning off the heater during the winter wasn't the best idea I've ever had." Lisa shivered lightly but constantly as she trudged her way into the living room in her blankets. Plural. A pair to keep her skinny white ass in one non-frostbitten piece. It had to have been, at least, below thirty inside. Fucking ridiculous. "What was I thinking?"

Just because someone could melt ice cream through sheer proximity to it did not mean that they could heat an entire apartment. That was simple thermodynamics. Going without feeling like her head was about to split open because of a bad question posed to her power at the wrong time had made her sloppy… Stupid. Which is why she was up at almost seven in the morning to make coffee. Hot enough to melt the roof of her mouth, and black enough to tar someone's driveway. Like she 'liked' it.

There was nothing good about this to be found, but it woke her and warmed her like little else. That was a gift beyond measure for a working girl like her. Uh-huh.

Lisa grumbled, quietly, to herself as she stepped around the solid mass that had taken up the center of her living room. At least three blankets, six different pillows, the cushions of one couch and half of another, along with seven-hundred pounds of gently snoring green muscle had gone into making it.

She didn't want to be the one to change something about it for the worst. For example, finding out that the C53 she'd invited into her home was a morning person would have just ruined the day for her. If she had to be miserable, so did everyone else. That was how it was. Suck it, everyone else.

Her slippers proved their worth as she hit the linoleum. A deep, pervading cold began to make their way into them in the short amount of time she'd taken to fill up the pot. It had almost taken over completely when she'd turned on the machine, a cup of industrial brand French Roast in the strainer. She then fled before she was overtaken completely, letting out a sigh of relief as she found the safety of carpet under her toes and the sound of percolation echoing in her ears.

Worst. Idea. Ever. But, at least, it had been an idea. A dumb one, but an idea with a somewhat understandable goal of lowering her bills. Right now though? As she turned the heat on and up to a nice, balmy 75 degrees? She had none. None at all...and that was why she was now just standing there, staring at the hateful machine as it did it's work far too slowly.

The hell was she going to do now? Her bed was stone cold. The coffee wasn't nearly done. The heater would take maybe an hour to get up to speed to something she could call 'comfortable'...and she didn't feel like putting on Winter clothes. Because of pure deep-seated apathy.

This wasn't her greatest moment. Not at all. Not her worst though, and that was good enough.

She shuffled over to the pile in the middle room, and sniffled lightly, her nose feeling like it'd been dunked in ice water as she gave the slowly breathing pile of blankets a considering look. He wouldn't miss one of them, would he? One of the smaller ones, nice and toasty with body heat instead of the cold, stiff mess that she was using...? Wait.

What was she thinking?

She bent down, blankets still wrapped tight around herself, as she started pulling at one of his. One that felt almost scorching hot under her fingertips when she tried sliding a corner of it out from under his bulk.

These were her blankets. Not his. Of course she could take them. He'd just have to suck it up if he didn't like it. Simple… Not that she thought that he'd mind all that much though. He was nice like that.

Finally pulling that corner out, Lisa lifted the blanket and was hit by the warmest, sweetest wave of air she'd ever felt, or smelt in her life. Like cinnamon, dark chocolate and vanilla, mixed in with coffee… and she took it in deep, her mood instantly lightening by an order of magnitudes. Her lips twitched, turning up into a smile without her prompting as, all of a sudden, the near-crippling cold was kept at bay and she felt awake. Like she'd just mainlined five triple espressos and suddenly needed to act.

The blonde, instead of dragging the blanket away with her to wait out the mini-ice age her apartment had become in her room, dropped her blankets, fell to her knees, and crawled into the warm, safe cave she'd made in her new best friend's sleeping pile. She had no idea why she'd done it...but fuck it. Why not? She was warm now, and that was all that mattered...well. Besides one other thing.

Fuck you, mornings! She'd won again!

Lisa cackled in her head, just being polite to the sleeping person she was sharing her space with, up until she came up against a wall. A large dark wall that had about as much give in it as an Endbringer shelter, but was a hell of a lot more welcoming. At that point, she stopped cackling but kept on going. Face first, her nose leading the way into what she thought might have been abs.

A gentle rub of her cheek against that brilliantly hot wall, just as she decided to see if it was possible to put her arms around it, just because she could, confirmed that suspicion without a doubt. Yes. These were abs. A six-pack that you could bounce a cannonball off of without even leaving a dent.

Lisa giggled, feeling kind of silly when she found that she couldn't hug the delicious smelling wall and giver of warmth. Of course not. It was huge. Much bigger than her. She'd never be able to do it by herself… Still, it had been a good try.

Giving up her quest to give out hugs to her savior and defender against the evil cold, Lisa decided to start exploring instead. Hands stretched out, her face still rubbing against her minion's body without even the slightest hint of shame while she began tracing every little curve and contour that she could find...and there was quite a bit to find indeed.

Six-pack part one. Six-pack part two. Six-pack part three to six and what might have been the curve of his hip… Might have been. She couldn't tell, and that just wouldn't do. This called for...drastic, measures. The best kind of measures!

Still using her hands to blaze the trail in the dark and gloom of the underside of the sheets, Lisa followed them with her face and lips. Gentle brushes of soft skin against hard muscle making her pulse pound and blood heat. Higher, ever higher as it forced her to start fighting for air, huffing and panting, near desperate for another breath to fill her lungs. Another taste of sweet and bitter to run over her tongue.

He was her best friend. The bestest, best friend she'd ever had, yes he was… The best heater as well. Good enough that she could feel her sleeping clothes begin to stick to her skin. Her bra feel tight against her breasts. Her panties feel like they were plastered on and… She felt so hot.

Lisa, after what felt to have been miles and miles of solid stone and metal...found a hint of softness with her hands. A length of throbbing velvet, wrapped around a core of hot and pulsing iron.

But not hot enough. Not nearly... She could make it hotter if she tried... That was Lisa's last thought as she made to nuzzle what she had found and give it a little smoo—

A snort. A shifting of an unstoppable force that forced Lisa to freeze, her heart feeling as if it were about to explode as she let go of what had to have been at least a foot of cock like she'd just been shot, then crawled her way back out of the blankets in shameful retreat. And just in time too.

Big and green grunted, then rolled over onto where she'd just been. The likelihood of her surviving that would have been...best not to think about it. She had more important things to deal with right now.

Lisa, still crawling, only stood again when she had finally turned the corner and away from him possibly seeing her like this. Then, she just leaned against the wall, a hand against her heaving chest as she stared at the ceiling and tried to ignore the feeling of streams of moisture drying on her thighs.

Lisa had—she'd almost put her lips on that thing! She'd... she'd given it a sniff! A long one! What the fuck had she been thinking!? Hell, how did she even expect to fit that in her mouth?!

She took a peek around the corner and flushed as he gave himself a scratch in his sleep.

He was dangerous… So, so dangerous, even if he didn't mean to be, and she couldn't let that happen again. She wouldn't let it. She could do this. She could control herself around him. She wasn't an animal. Besides, being able to turn women into cooing idiots just by standing near them could be useful in the future. Somehow.

Lisa looked at her hands. Still the same as they'd always been. Still warm, like a fresh cup of coffee that she had just emptied even as she made to wash her hands.

Whether he was doing it on purpose or not… She wouldn't lose to him. That was final… Well. Almost final. She'd just remembered something.

Lisa dried her hands with a shiver, her already painfully hard nipples turning to diamonds in an instant.

It was still cold as balls out here, and her blankets were probably like the grave by now...which meant that she'd lost to him. Shit.

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The birds were chirping. Vehicles were starting. A train rolled by, and I had the one boner to rule them all. Putting all of those things together, I came to the most likely conclusion for all of those things happening at once.

"Fuuuuck…" I mewled with righteous fury, kind of sounding like a bucket full of razors that someone had put in a washer and put on the spin cycle... With the bucket. Note to self. Never do that again. "It's morning. Yay."

Good job, Sherlock. You've done it again. Do you want a cookie?

Still on my back, I stretched. Arms up above my head, legs straining with tension until I felt a couple of pops and probably gained an inch of slack in my back before I sat up. More stretching. More popping...and there went my morning routine that didn't involve something out of a cardboard box.

First thing I saw in the morning that wasn't ceiling was Lisa. Wrapped up in a bathrobe, hair still damp from the shower. A cup full of coffee cradled in both hands as she faced me with an unreadable expression on her face from her seat at the breakfast table. One that I understood perfectly when I followed where her eyes led.

Without saying anything, and with my eyes still locked on hers while I wore my own flat expression I put a couch cushion on my lap. Using it as more of a shield from sight than a suppressant. I'd learned my lesson the first time. Breaking my boss's stuff was bad.

Her expression didn't change in the slightest, but at least she was looking me in the eyes now.

"Morning." I waved, still pretending that I wasn't about to die from embarrassment. "How are things? Good?"

Instead of responding her eyes tracked away from me and she took a sip from her mug as her cheeks began to darken.

"Great. Awesome." I coughed, hoping that she just wasn't a morning person and that I hadn't somehow traumatized her with the oaken club that my dick had become overnight… Irony. There was none. "Could you tell me where the bathroom might be?"

She pointed down the hall and continued not to look at me as I found my feet. Which was a damn good idea, honestly. My sweatpants, nice as they were, weren't going to be holding this monster anytime soon. They were actually kinda hanging around my knees at the moment, to be even more honest.

I needed a tailor or something. Jesus. What was I, an animal?

"Thanks," I said quickly as I shot off even faster. Sure. I was waddling the whole way with a pillow in front of my crotch and my pants falling around my legs, completely without a shred of dignity to my name...but at least it was quick.

I heard something heavy fall to the floor with a clatter, and Lisa loudly swear as she was forced to confront my big green butt in what was probably far too early a time for her to be dealing with my shenanigans… I can't remember a time when I'd been more embarrassed than I was now, and I wasn't sure how it could get any worse.

Finally, safety. A closed door. A downwards stare at the toilet. Tiny. Unassuming. Safe. Fragile.

Then, I looked down at myself. Not tiny. Protruding. Obvious. Probably a lethal weapon in most States and a chargeable offense when it came to Interpol...and I was just talking about my ass.

… I'd been wrong about that embarrassed thing. It could still get worse.