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The heating hasn’t kicked in yet for some reason, though Phoebe could swear she had checked it before they went to sleep last night, and could also swear that it’s well below zero just now. It may not actually be, but she certainly feels like it is. The world outside their flat still looks very grey, like the sun is only hinting at rising soon. Which means Phoebe should be enjoying a lie in, would be enjoying one if she wasn’t freezing to death.
She is upset that she kicked her socks off in the middle of the night because her toes are all icicles. She wishes she’d done something about patenting and manufacturing nose hats because the tip of her nose is cold and drippy. She rubs her face against her pillow to wipe it.
Dani is still sleeping beside her, running warm as always, seemingly unaware of her girlfriend slowly freezing to death. Flashbacks of Titanic roleplay comes to Phoebe’s mind. She’s second-guessing always offering to be Jack.
Phoebe reaches for her to make use of her personal space heater. Soft sleepy grumbles come out of Dani when she’s pulled into Phoebe’s arms, but all Phoebe offers is, “Shush, I’m cold.”
Dani lifts the blankets over both of their heads. “Better?” she asks. “Now we’ll die a warm cozy death of carbon dioxide poisoning.”
Phoebe finds Dani’s face in the dark. She kisses her and feels her nose start to thaw.
“Much better,” Phoebe yawns and kisses her once more. “Thanks.”
“Sure,” Dani says. She puckers her lips for a kiss she isn’t willing to lean forward for. Phoebe does all the leaning. She’s happy to for kisses so warm. She even brushes her cold toes against Dani’s warm calves and earns a squeal and a laugh and a kick.