Roy feels like shit for hauling you out here.

It's below freezing, he's sure, at the football field in the middle of no where. The main reason he invited you to his game was so you could watch... he wanted you there. Needed you. The second reason was to keep some distance between him and Gideon. Gideon wouldn't try anything when someone else was in the car. Still, he pushes that thought to the back of his mind.

The snow falls in heavy sheets, coating the field in a pillowy white blanket, the painted lines hidden and the grass a mere memory. His truck creates an air of warmth, however, that cuts through the bitter cold like an embrace, and he soaks it up silently as you sit next to him on the leather bench. The game had gotten cancelled due to weather, but Gideon had insisted on staying around to see if it cleared up... to no avail. The others had left, leaving him and you alone in the isolated field. He doesn't want to return to civilization just yet.

You're not his girlfriend. Not really. You hung out, had sex... danced in the bars and cuddled. Everything a boyfriend and girlfriend would do, but he had yet to ask you. Something was holding him back, and he isn't sure what. You're the sun in his dim world. You make him want to put the beers down and intoxicate himself on your scent instead. He could talk to you for hours, lay in bed with you for days, soak up your essence like it was the fruit of life itself. You are his mercy.

It's silent in the truck, aside from the hum of the engine keeping the two of you warm. Roy's crystal blue eyes flicker over to you, honing in on the tremble of your hands as you tuck them between your legs. His lips quirk ever so slightly. All you had to do was ask.

"C'mere," He murmurs around his toothpick, opening the side of his coat to give you room to nestle in. When you do so, he wraps his coat around you, pulling you tight to his side, his face leaning down to nudge his cold nose against yours. "You're so cold," He mutters with a soft, amused smile. "Why're you so cold, huh?"