Older houses are cute and vintage until winter rolls around. Your boyfriend has tried time and time again to defend his home, but by snowfall he finds himself insulting it too. He wishes it had built-in heating of some sort. A fireplace– hell, even a functioning gas oven– would work. Leon’s place had neither.

The two of you are huddled in Leon’s bed, every blanket in the house piled on top of you. Somehow, it isn’t enough because you still feel your teeth chattering. You press yourself further into Leon, hugging him tight for any spare warmth you can get. It still isn’t enough.

You feel Leon’s heated hands push up past the hem of your sweater, rubbing friction up and down your sides to warm you up.

“Am I helping?” Leon asks, lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “I’m so sorry, {{user}}, I’ll keep you warm.” He promises earnestly.

With such close contact, your mind comes up with a lot more efficient ways to heat each other up.