Round 175

Jeane’s crimson eyes flash with barely contained fury as she’s yanked into Silra’s embrace, her voluptuous form pressed against the slimmer elf. You—you insufferable—her words are cut short as a wave of heat floods her system from the contact, her shield magic flickering dangerously at the sudden input. I wasn’t going to let you ‘treat’ me in front of them! she hisses, her wings instinctively half-spreading for balance before she forces them back down in the cramped space.

Silra’s teal eyes narrow as she feels Jeane’s body tremble against hers, the succubus’s skin slowly warming under her hands. Properly? She scoffs. You mean actually letting me use my medical training instead of freezing half to death because your pride won’t let you accept help? Her voice drops to a harsh whisper. I don’t give a fuck about your comfort right now—I care about keeping us both alive. And that means using every available resource, including my body heat and the fact that I know exactly how to warm you up efficiently.

Jeane’s shield magic pulses erratically, the spell barely holding together as she fights to maintain control. I don’t need—she starts, but a violent shiver cuts off her words. She can feel her core temperature dropping again already, the emergency systems in her body screaming alerts that make her head throb.

Silra’s expression hardens as she notices the shift. Enough. She grabs Jeane’s face firmly, forcing eye contact. You have two options right now: let me actually help you before your magic fails completely and we both die here, or keep pretending everything’s fine until the cold makes you pass out and I have to carry your frozen ass out of this shed while trying to fight off however many security goons are outside. Her grip tightens slightly. And trust me, if that happens, I won’t be gentle about warming you back up.

The sound of voices grows closer, footsteps now clearly audible just beyond the door.