Ice Bucket Challenge

Inspired by a post on tumblr about your OCs doing the ALS ice bucket challenge.

"Just dump it fast, okay?" Isabel said, biting her lip as she impatiently tapped her foot on the ground.

"You got it, love," Alistair replied from behind her, the sloshing sound of water and ice accompanying his response. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the incoming cold, mentally cursing Rosaia for challenging her to do this—and Alistair for encouraging it.

"Ali, are you—" She didn't finish her question, a high-pitched shriek leaving her lips as he dumped the bucket of ice over her head. It was freezing, and she was shivering in an instant, wrapping her arms around herself to try and keep warm as her teeth chattered.

"I'm so sorry, Izzy," Alistair said, biting back laughter as he grabbed a thick towel and wrapped it around her. He pulled her into a hug as he dried her, rubbing warmth back into her body.

"T-that was h-horrible," she muttered, her teeth still clacking together. "I'm n-never d-doing something like that a-again."

"It's for a good cause," he pointed out, tossing the towel aside, and she snorted.

"A c-cause I already d-donated to, you b-big oaf."

Alistair chuckled, wrapping her up in a fleece blanket as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Once he knew she was thoroughly warmed, he pulled back, smiling lopsidedly at her. "My turn," he announced, and Isabel shook her head.

"You're going to hate it."

"I'll be fine."

"Sure you will," she drawled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Alistair picked up the other bucket of ice, standing tall as he mentally prepared to dump it over his head. As soon as he did it, an almost girlish squeal erupted from his throat, and he tossed the bucket aside, starting to hop and jump around to warm himself back up.

"OH GOD!" he shouted, shaking as he shivered. "THAT IS COLD! SWEET MOTHER MARY THAT'SFREEZING!"

Isabel burst into laughter, taking another towel and shuffling over to her boyfriend, throwing it at him from her cocoon of warmth. "I warned you," she pointed out, still laughing as he swiped the towel from her and hurriedly dried his body. When he finished, he grabbed the other fleece blanket and wrapped himself in it as he did for her, stumbling over to her side.

"You're right, love. Never again," he breathed, poking a hand out of the blanket to shut off the video camera they had set up on a tripod. He turned to face her and opened his arms, and she stepped into his embrace, his arms closing around her, wrapping his blanket around the both of them.

"Now that that's over with, we should go take a hot shower," Isabel murmured into the crook of his neck.

Alistair hummed in agreement. "And then we'll pop some popcorn and watch a movie? I picked up some more candy when I bought the ice…"

"That is the best idea I've heard all day," she sighed, smiling to herself.

With that, they grabbed the camera, towels, and buckets, hobbling back into their building, looking forward to a warm, cozy night together.