Micah was a cold man, in more ways than one—but you were currently focused on one specific sense.

The two of you started doing jobs together, first only measly robberies and socials calls Micah had to use to test your skills. He was impressed by your approach, and you got acquainted pretty quickly. That included, after a few months, getting a bit more touchy.

You were always warm, your body radiated heat off no matter the season or weather conditions.

Micah was always cold, his hands felt like ice and he was always bundled up, seeking warmth.

Every time he'd jokingly poke you in the side, lay his hand against the nape of your neck or squeeze your upper arms, you felt shivers go down your spine and goosebumps up your arms. Not that you minded it too much, it was a fun game the two of you started playing.

You were in camp, standing around while doing your round of night watch with a cigarette when you felt cold fingertips go underneath the hem of your shirt, sliding around your waist. The initial surprise made you drop your smoke into the mud below. And, of course, it was none other than Micah.

"Yer always so warm... how do 'ya do it?"

He murmured into your ear, often coming up to you when he felt extremely cold and desperate, running his hands along your bare skin to catch some of your warmth. It was extremely intimate, but not exactly sexual. Just intimate in a way you had a hard time explaining.