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Yes, yes, yes, I'm lazy and a procrastinator and a bad, bad person. *sigh*
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"Daniel!" Cameron called loudly as he poked him ineffectually through layers of cold gear that wasn't enough to keep them from shivering. (But that was good, they'd be screwed when the shivering stopped and the numbness set in. It wasn't his first Frosty Party, after all.)

"Hngh," Daniel grunted.

"Stay awake, Jackson," Cameron ordered.

"Fuck you," Daniel answered in a low, miserable, and absolutely bitchy voice.

"Cameron forced his teeth to stop chattering and produced a weak chuckle. "I'd love to, but I think my balls fell off awhile ago."

Daniel groaned, not moving his head from its spot against Cameron's neck, for what little protection and heat that provided. "I will kill you," he warned.

"Naw, you love my body heat too much to do that," Cameron teased.

"You have practically zero body fat--what body heat?"

"You lips say no but your clingy ass leaching off me every single night says different."

"Won't be doing that anytime soon," Daniel hissed with a glare that told Cameron that someone--not an archaeologist--would be sleeping on the couch for a long while.

"Hate snow," Daniel murmured with misery.

"Me too, babe."