You opened your eyes, mind still clouded with sleep, when you woke up. You were still wrapped securely in Sam’s arms but you felt that something was off when a cold shiver ran down your spine. You wriggled your way out of his grasp and ran your hands up and down your arms as you walked over to the heater, groaning when you saw that it had burned out during the coldest night of the year of course. You were muttering to yourself about stupid motel heaters when you heard Sam stirring.
“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” Sam’s mumbled voice still husky with sleep.
“The heater broke, it’s freezing,” you yawned, digging through the closet hoping to find some spare blankets. You tossed them on the bed and dug through your bag for warmer sleepwear. Slipping on your sweatpants and grabbing one of Sam’s oversized plaid shirts as a jacket, you crawled back into bed with him. He pulled the blankets up around the two of you and wrapped his arms around you again, burying his face in your hair as you nuzzled closer to his chest.
“How cold did they say it was going to get on the news?” he sighed.
“I think into the lower 30’s,” you murmured. He hummed in disapproval and intertwined your legs with his. You chuckled; you knew how much he hated the cold, it’s why he always wore so many layers.
“This isn’t working,” he groaned, you looked up at him in confusion before he released one arm to pull the blankets over your heads, trapping in the warmth. “Much better,” he sighed as he returned his arm to its previous position around you. You pulled yourself up a bit so that you were at eye level with him and brushed your nose against his.
“What’re you doing?” he chuckled sleepily keeping his eyes closed.
“Giving you an eskimo kiss,” you smiled before leaning forward to give him a real kiss. He returned it, moving a warm hand to your waist while you cupped his cheek, as you both kept it at a sweet, languid pace for some time. He pulled back first and sweetly kissed the corner of your mouth.
“We should get to sleep,” he whispered giving you another kiss on the underside of your jaw. You hummed in reply, already being pulled back by sleep when a sudden bang startled you making you both sit up.
“What was that?” you asked, scanning the room. You both looked around and your eyes landed on the heater, the light on and a quiet hum coming from it.
“Looks like the heat’s back on,” Sam said, lying back down and pulling you with him, “But this is a pretty good arrangement too,” he smiled as you snuggled against his chest and pulled the blankets around you.