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It had been 5 days sailing upon The Revenge. As they went further into the night, the living quarters of the ship would become terribly cold. Of course, Westley and Buttercup had each other to stay warm, and Fezzik's body mass prevented him from freezing. But Inigo? Inigo shivered like a wet dog every night, and every time Fezzik would ask if he needed anything, Inigo would answer “No. I can deal with the cold.” and go back to sleep
But tonight, it was different
They’d apparently sailed out to colder waters, and when the sun fell behind the horizon, the cold became unbearable. Even Fezzik began to shiver. But Fezzik wasn’t all too worried about himself, no, he was worried about the tiny, injured Spaniard , sleeping only on a small mattress with one frail blanket. Inigo shivered violently, his breath making a small cloud of fog every time he huffed outward. He could feel the cold in his bones. He winced, the throbbing in his side worsening alongside the cold. He sniffled, curling up into a ball to try to get some sort of warmth from his own body. His fingers and toes were numb, and it was getting hard to move them. Inigo squirmed uncomfortably on his bed, audibly shivering and shaking like a sad wet puppy, that was until he began to hear Fezzik shifting in his sleep, then he heard heavy footsteps shuffling across the wooden floors
Inigo turned to look at Fezzik, still shaking like he was about to die.
“F-Fezzik?” His lip quivered from the cold. “What are you-“
His sentence was cut short by the giant flopping down by his side, wrapping his large, firm arms around Inigo without a word. His breath felt warm against Inigo’s neck, causing a shiver to trail along the Spaniards spine. He immediately felt his heart race as Fezzik quietly slotted his leg between Inigo’s thighs. Inigo didn’t dare say a word. He didn’t know what to say. Rationally, he would’ve been upset and asked Fezzik what he was doing, but he didn’t. He didn’t want this to end. He was actually enjoying himself. Fezzik was comforting, and warm, and surprisingly gentle for a man with hands strong enough to crush rocks. Inigo slowly began to relax, completely surrendering himself to Fezzik. He silently shifts his body toward the giant, burying his face into his chest for warmth. Then, nervously, he returns the favor and wraps his arms around Fezzik's waist as best he can.
“Warm?” Fezzik rumbles.
Inigo responds by lazily nodding into his chest, letting himself completely get lost in this feeling. His injuries now feel a lot more obsolete with the overwhelming sensation of warmth cascading into his body. Nothing else could possibly matter to him now, not his injuries, not his future, nothing.