Wasteland.(Aarmau AU)

Chapter 9: Cold Days

I need ideas!

Someone quick, Inspire me!

I have really bad writers block. It doesn't mean I'll stop writing, it just means my writing will be a little lackluster until I get inspired again.

Help Me!

It was in the middle of winter, somewhere near Christmas. Our two friends have had to cuddle up to get warm. The wasteland is unforgiving, but winter will kill you.

The station lacked insulation, and the only warmth they had was  the blankets, and each other.

The snow was piled so high, they couldn't go and look for food. Not that they would be able to see anything with the amount of snow.

Luckily, they had enough food to last the worst of it.

Right now, they were huddled together in a ball, trying not to freeze to death.

Impact looked more like a Newfoundland dog now then a pit bull, his hair was so long and thick you could have sheared it.

Like most people, Aaron hated the cold, there wasn't much he could do in it and he liked being productive, But there was one thing that made Aaron much different than most people.

He liked to hibernate. He slept so much during the winter that he could have been half bear. It's not like he had much else to do.

But that also meant Aphmau had to deal with him being in a coma for about eighteen hours of the day.

How did she deal with it?

Well she went to sleep with him. She was cold otherwise, besides, nothing bad can happen while the ground is six feet under snow. Well except freezing.

And he didn't mind, he enjoyed the company. It was also warmer, so that was a plus. And he secretly enjoyed cuddling with her.

But on a particularly cold night. They were holding each other for warmth. Even Impact who was covered in fur was cold. And snuggled up with them.

Every blanket they owned was on top of them, Every piece of clothing was on them. And they
Were still cold.

"Aaron, I'm still cold..." Aphmau said, her voice trailing off weakly. It was a wonder she could still speak at all. For there was frost on top of the blankets.

"I know, I am too." His voice was normal, but he was used to cold nights, even without extra body heat. (Though it was very welcome)

But this was the coldest winter they had had for awhile. In fact in all twenty-six years he had been alive only one winter had been this cold. And he was staying over in a different place that time.

She cuddled closer to him, She couldn't help it, He was like a furnace, warm and comforting. And she secretly liked being close to him as well.

"Try to sleep." Aaron said, laying on the pillow and trying to keep them both warm.

Impact was laying across their feet. Asleep.

He stole a glance at her shivering figure. And almost as if he had done it a thousand times before. Brought her closer to him. Much to her surprise.

His hands resting in her stomach and her head in the crook of his neck. He felt her sigh, she must have finally gotten warm.