Stichnick gave me a prompt the other day of John and Sherlock trapped in a cold car, so here’s what I came up with:

Body Heat – Trapped in a car without any heat, John and Sherlock find themselves in a compromising situation.

Teaser below the cut

“Well this is bloody brilliant,” grumbled John, turning the key again to no avail.

“When the temperature drops to a certain point…” Sherlock started.

“Shut up,” grunted John. He wrapped his coat tighter around himself. Outside the snow was blowing hard enough to make it nearly impossible to see. A gust of frozen wind rocked the car. Of course they were in the middle of nowhere for a case, of course they were stuck in a blizzard, and of course the car had decided to die on them.

John blew on his hands as the air grew colder. He was wearing a jumper, but not a heavy coat and already he was starting to shiver. “Still no signal?” he asked Sherlock, peering at his phone.

“No.”

“Fantastic.” John cast his eyes heavenward and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Sherlock turned around in his seat and started rooting around in the back seat. They’d borrowed this car from the local mayor and the back seat was filled with odds and ends. Really the whole car was a heap of junk, which was probably why he didn’t mind loaning it out. After a few minutes Sherlock came up with a stained blanket that smelled a bit too much like grass and horses in the small space.

“I think I would rather freeze,” grumbled John.

Sherlock settled back in the passenger seat, then suddenly reached over and hooked a long arm around John, dragging him into his lap. “What the hell are you doing?” John hissed.