Not-Really-Event'd / Mild Aphros
It took a while for Orihime to discover why some nights were cold, and others were not. If she slept alone, it got horribly icy outside of the covers as though to punish her for not seeking someone out to spend the night beside. But if she crashed while she was next to someone, even innocently, the frigid temperatures eased up, sometimes sweltering in what she could only guess was an attempt to get them to throw off blankets (and more).
And sometimes it was just plain cold.
She stirred beneath her pile of sheets, a robe, and velvet drapes as she felt the weight of another body sinking into the mattress close behind her. It registered only on a subconscious level, aware that someone else was there, but she was too far enrobed in sleep's grasp to really mind such a thing.
After several moments passed, her subconscious began to realize that here was a source of relief from the chill. She rolled onto her back, then onto her side as she felt herself drawn inexorably to this welcome new heat source, reaching out to hold the newcomer fast within her arms, nestling happily into his chest with a happy sigh. She could feel the beating of his heart under her cheek, and it soothed her. Orihime murmured something indistinct and affectionate as she pulled herself and the blankets along with her as close as she dared, slim legs stretching to tangle with his so her toes wouldn't get cold either. Her chestnut hair was splayed out behind her in rich tangles of warm-colored silk, curled about her shoulders and the thin straps of her cotton and lace nightgown.
This was perfect.
(OOC: This one's open to guys only, good and bad, awkward or intimate. Your choice! Preferences still be here!)
And sometimes it was just plain cold.
She stirred beneath her pile of sheets, a robe, and velvet drapes as she felt the weight of another body sinking into the mattress close behind her. It registered only on a subconscious level, aware that someone else was there, but she was too far enrobed in sleep's grasp to really mind such a thing.
After several moments passed, her subconscious began to realize that here was a source of relief from the chill. She rolled onto her back, then onto her side as she felt herself drawn inexorably to this welcome new heat source, reaching out to hold the newcomer fast within her arms, nestling happily into his chest with a happy sigh. She could feel the beating of his heart under her cheek, and it soothed her. Orihime murmured something indistinct and affectionate as she pulled herself and the blankets along with her as close as she dared, slim legs stretching to tangle with his so her toes wouldn't get cold either. Her chestnut hair was splayed out behind her in rich tangles of warm-colored silk, curled about her shoulders and the thin straps of her cotton and lace nightgown.
This was perfect.
(OOC: This one's open to guys only, good and bad, awkward or intimate. Your choice! Preferences still be here!)