Claire got cold so easily. Like shivering with a sweater and a jacket on in 40 degree weather, kind of cold. She hated Winter with a passion. And the Fall. And early Spring.

She had just gotten home from a mission in the mountains. Ones that were going through terrible snow storms. Ans he was STILL cold, that goddamn airplane was just as freezing. Did they have heating on those things?

She saw you laid on the couch and kicked her boots off, then flopped herself onto you, hard enough to make you wheeze. She didn't bother apologizing, just tossing a blanket over both of you and burying her freezing face into your shoulder.

"Warm me up," She demanded tiredly.