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“You're cold.”
“No, I'm not.”
“...”
“Okay, maybe I am cold. A little.”
“So come closer…if you dare.” Azazel, sitting on the cold marble floor, wiggles like a diabolical kitten whilst holding a fuzzy red and black blanket over his head. He may be like six thousand years old and evil, but a man never grows out of the masculine need to build blanket forts.
Incapable of remembering for more than five minutes that he is evil, and very much so, Megan approaches, approaches like a dove waddling around near a house cat. Roles reverse however, to Azazel's surprise and delight, when she does the pouncing, darting forward to press her icy hands to his warm cheeks.
“Mmm, you're hot.”
“Sexy and I know it.”
“Hahaha, yeah.” Megan blushes, then blushes some more when her husband pretends that he's Batman for a second and wraps his blanket wings around her, pulling her down into his lap.
“Come here, bug. I'll show you how hot I am…” He proceeds to hug and kiss her, his heat quickly exorcising her shivers.