It was cold. Sonic instinctively tugged the blanket tighter around both of them, snuggling deeper into Shadow’s arms.
“Hey, Shads?”
“Hm?” Shadow’s voice was soft against his ear.
“My hands are freezing. Mind giving 'em some warmth?”
Shadow didn’t hesitate. He slid his gloved hands down, found Sonic’s chilled fingers beneath the blanket, and took them gently into his own. His touch was warm—almost soothing—and he rubbed slow, careful circles against Sonic’s palms until the stiffness began to melt away.
“There,” Shadow said. “Better?”
“Yeah. Much better.”
A moment passed. Sonic’s grin widened just a bit.
“Hey… Shadow? Think you could warm my lips up too?”
“…Excuse me?”
“My lips. They’re cold too. Totally freezing. You wouldn’t leave your blanket buddy with cold lips, would you?”
Shadow stared at him, deadpan. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re stalling,” Sonic replied, voice a little lower now. “Unless you're scared.”
That did it.
Without another word, Shadow leaned down, closing the space between them. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and warm.
When they finally broke apart, Sonic let out a breathless little laugh. “Mmm… Okay, now I’m warm everywhere.”