𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 Oneshots/Story Dump

Cold Room

We going back in time to the first thanksgiving to take turkeys off the menu. That's right, we're going back in time, to remove the relationship status, shove a double bed in a hotel room, and throw a snow storm in the mix.

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"I can sleep on the sofa" your gaze fell to the small one person sofa and you bit your lip "That'll be way to uncomfortable" his kind gaze met yours "You've seen how I sleep, it won't phase me" sighing loudly you shook your head. "That's why I think we could share the bed, you wouldn't move, and I could just ignore you" he chuckled and poked your forehead.
You crawled into bed after the air just seemed to cold for you, snuggling into the covers, Napoleon had noticed your retreat. His gaze fell on the snow billowing past the window, and he then crawled into bed. Your gaze fell to Napoleon and you then rolled over, shivering coldly, you assumed he was asleep. But after he felt you roll over, he stared at the way your shoulders trembled in the cold. He moved closer and pulled you in "Nunche, you didn't dress right for this weather" you held your breath for a second until you relaxed in his embrace. He hummed in response clearly half asleep, and you soon found your now warm self falling asleep.

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"You can take the bed obviously" you looked towards the cold composer "where would you go" he looked around the room, and not wanting to say the sofa he pointed to the floor "are you kidding your gonna get a cold?!" You defended he shrugged his shoulders "share the bed with me" the papers fell from his hands and he shot you a glare "That's not something a lady should say!" He ordered back at you, you held your hands up in defence "it's just so cold, that if your not under covers I feel like you would die" he sighed and you soon followed "Fine don't but I won't look after you when your sick"
Night had fallen, Mozart and you had to shed a layer of clothing because it was drenched in melting snow. You found yourself tucked under the covers, staring at the man as he looked down at his papers. You could see your breath, and no matter how much you snuggled into the sheets they couldn't give you enough warmth. You got up suddenly and the man quickly looked towards you "where are you going?" You adorned Mozart's wet jacket "to get more blankets" he stood up carefully taking the wet jacket off you "They don't have any more spares" he looked at your now damp dress "Look" he paused as if to think over his words "Why don't we warm each other" you swallowed but had to nod. You lay in bed, his arms were around your sides, while you cautiously snuggled into his chest, his heart was racing. It matched yours, you looked up at him until he adjusted your head not to, and snuggled deeper into the covers.

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"You should take off your clothes before they get wet"
"I beg your pardon?!" You gasped as you grabbed at your clothes, he nonchalantly looked at you and then took off his jacket "Leonardo!" You gasped and he hung his jacket up chuckling to himself "Your jacket is covered in snow, it'll melt and you'll be colder than you are now" you looked at your jacket and then sighed, he'd teased you again. Taking it off you hung it where his was, the cold air tingled your skin. "Now the sleeping situation" he looked at the bed, and then towards you "We should really cuddle for warmth" your eyes didn't widen and you didn't try to fight that, he had a mischievous grin. But it was quickly swept away when he met your gaze seriously considering it, "Cara Mia?" He teased and you looked up at him with innocent eyes, those eyes washing away his words.
You were both in bed, your gaze staring at him as he finally worked his way into bed. He looked towards you, and then he held his arms open. You slowly scooted into it, your gaze still on his, inches from his face. He stared back and ran his fingers through his hair "your freezing" you couldn't reply, you just snuggled your head into his neck. Breathing in his warmth, he cleared his throat.

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"No spare blankets" he sighed and began to take his jacket off, his gaze moved across the room "no fire place" he sighed and then looked towards you. You had been shivering since way before the snow storm, and now it was even worse. Arthur knew you were cold from your freezing hand he grabbed running to shelter. "Take off your jackets and wrap up, you must be freezing" you nodded the cold taking your ability to speak. When you sat in bed you wrapped the blanket around you "what about you" she questioned, Arthur smiled back as he held your hands "I'm not cold"
"Liar" you muttered your hands holding his "your hands are freezing like mine" he chuckled "it's just my hands that are cold don't worry" your hands grabbed his cheeks and he pulled back. "Aha! Your cold too" you lifted the blanket and he smiled devilishly at you "the implications your providing me with are enough to heat any man up" you pulled the blanket back as your cheeks flushed. It was true though the thought was heating you up. You opened your arm again to invite him, and his eyes changed emotion as they searched yours. He moved to sit next to you, your legs touching, you moved closer to him. Your other hand wrapped the blanket around you "how are we going to sleep" you blinked at his question and shrugged "let's try to wait out the storm"
Arthur was able to wait it out, however you had fallen asleep on his chest, his heart was pumping happily despite the fact he didn't know why, and his hands rested at your side so that you still had a blanket covering you. At some point you had woken up, staring up at the man, his eyes were closed. His head was rested on yours and his hands held you firmly, you closed your eyes again using him as a pillow. Suddenly really warm.