Your Warmth I shiver in the cold, pulling down my rolled up sleeves as I draw in shaky breaths. Shield doesn't even bother to notice, sitting calmly, staring straight ahead. I purse my lips with annoyance and slowly scoot to his side where he sits on the other side of the porch swing. He glances down at me and scowls, "What are you doing?" I twitch and look away, glancing back after a while to see that he's gone back to staring straight ahead. Holding my breath I move closer to him, pressing up against his arm. He's warm and comfortable and I rest my head against his shoulder, ignoring his obvious flinch and grunt of disapproval. After a few minuets I feel my mind starting to drift off, and right before I move into my dreams I feel his arm wrap around me, and a bare smile lifts my lips silently while my eyes close and the dreams take me.