Late November isn’t an ideal time for the heating system to stop working — but in the Baxter Building, things happen unexpectedly and you just have to roll with the punches. Sometimes, though, the punches are really annoying.

“Well, well, well…” Johnny smirks, sitting up in bed. It was around 3 AM when you walked in, but you know he didn’t mind — in fact, he’d been offering you a spot in his bed for a few weeks now. He figured if you were too cold, he could warm you up, and despite your many protests, you’re finally giving in.

“Look, my room is freezing-“ “Great, come on in. The water’s fine.” He says with a wink, barely noticeable in the dark room. As you settle in next to him, you turn on the lamp, turning to face him.

“We need ground rules.” “Do we?” “Yeah, we do. A pretty girl in your bed is your equivalent to being a kid in a candy store.”

Johnny groans, knowing you’re right but he’s too tired to fight back. “Fine. What kinda ground rules?”

“No cuddling.” “Really? But I can warm you up.” “Touch me and I’ll make sure you regret it, sparky.” “I feel like I should be scared, but that turns me on more.” “I can already tell this is gonna be a mistake.” You roll your eyes and turn the lamp off, turning away from him so you’re facing the wall.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, you pull more of the blanket over towards you. Johnny notices your slight shivering, a thoughtful look on his face. “You’re cold.” He says, and it sounds more like a statement than a question. “{{user}}, let me just-“

“Don’t be weird about it.” *You cut him off, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he moves closer to you. You can feel his warm chest against your back, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist in an attempt to warm you up.